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victimsofyaoipoll · 6 months

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Finals

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Sakura Haruno

Her husband is gay and her author doesn't know how to write women. So many people say she's the worst but she. DESERVES. BETTER!!! Save her from this franchise.

My baby girl my bestie my best friend. She committed the crime of um being written by kishimoto who both doesn’t know how to write women and somehow writes men in the gayest way possible specifically naruto and sasuke. Like the thing is naruto and sasuke ARE gay and also she gets so much hate for the crime of kishimoto writing her one dimensionally in love with sasuke. I know her personally she is a butch lesbian to me just trust me she’s in love with Ino and has a lesbian thing going on with Karin okay just trust me. My everything. She needs to divorce the loveless lavender marriage she’s in

What is there to say, even? The OG Threat to my 90s anime brain, the only woman I've ever hated with such a passion she made me turn away from the color pink. I used to write fics with my friend where she got left behind on purpose so our OCs could join the Naruto and Sasuke team instead. I loathed this bitch until I was 16 and realized the author simply couldnt write women and decided it was time to make peace with Sakura. It is not her fault she's vaguely written and obsessive over Sasuke. She deserves better. Sasuke and Naruto still should be together and Sakura shouldnt be with Sasuke but I no longer believe this because I hate Sakura, it is because I love her. She deserves a spouse who will actually put in the time to treat her like the hero she is.

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime

#poll #finals #sakura haruno #naruto #misa amane #misa misa #death note

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sunshine-theseus · 4 months

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Meme Girls | Zecira Mušovic x Reader

Words: 2.7k Summary: doing a video with Zecira leads to a lot of unnecessary angst Warnings: angst, poor early a.m. writing request for - @wosofanfics note: y'all i'm sorry if this sucks. it has been proof read but i'm literally half asleep and it's 1:15am. i hope it's good.

“Welcome back to another episode of Meme Girls.” Laughter breaks out across the room as Zecira tries to introduce the video, tripping over her own tongue.

Aggie and I are sat on bean bags facing each other, Zecira between us. We were supposed to doing a football challenge with some of the other girls for someone’s YouTube channel but whoever was supposed to be joining the goalkeeper here had to pull out. That left us.

“To my- stop laughing! To my right side, Agnes Beever Jones!” I give a small cheer and clap as Aggie throws her hands up in the air, all of us laughing simultaneously. The camera man gives us a dirty look, a sign for us to hurry this up.

“And to my left,” I give her a wink when Zecira turns her head to look at me.

“Y/n, the hotshot, L/n!” I can hear some of the girls outside the door, cheering on as well as they pass by, some even whistling.

“Why does she get a cool nickname? That’s not fair.” Aggie complains, adjusting herself in her beanbag to look at me.

“I’m simply better.” A cheshire grin is thrown her way.

“When Emma tells you training is cancelled because of the rain.” The prompt is arguably quite easy but we both spend some time contemplating which photo suited it best. Aggie holds up a relatively old picture of Fran, clearly walking off the bus for a game, her thumbs are up, and earphones are in.

“Completely chill. A day to relax and have no worries, spend time with friends. Whatever you want.”

“Nah it’s time to celebrate. That call is rare and I’m appreciating every damn second.” I rather aggressively pull my photo from the stack of cards. A picture of me from last season after a UWCL game against Lyon, my shirt clutched in my hands as I knee slide into the corner after scoring the winning goal.

“Wow. You look really good there.” Zecira’s voice is pretty alluring as she compliments me, and I turn a fiery shade of red.

“This isn’t fair. Z is going to pick you because you’re in love or whatever.” The young striker whines.

“You and the fans with those stupid speculations. We’re just best friends.” I avoid looking at Z as I try to jokingly tell Aggie off, her eyes rolling at my denial. What I do miss is the light that dims in Zecira’s eyes as I say it.

“Whatever you say.”

We’re given a few more prompts before the media manager calls time. I end up winning 3-2, Aggie tossing a fit by throwing her cards at me. Her fake childishness is scolded by one of the onlookers, clearly too serious in comparison to us, but we only continue to laugh as we stand from the bean bags. I take hold of Zecira’s hand to help her up as well but pull too hard, the Swede falling forward as I rush to catch her. My hands slip under her shirt as I grab her hips and both of us blush a deep red as I try to apologise, trying to forget the feeling of her skin beneath my hands.

The next few days between Zecira and I are awkward. Between the tripping situation and the comments from Aggie, our relationship had been strained and neither of us wanted to bring it up, so we didn’t talk at all. The things fans had to say under the video didn’t help.

‘Zecira and Y/n are definitely dating right?’

‘Find someone who looks at you the way Z looks at Y/n’

‘New favourite friends to lovers.’

They were funny, sure, but untrue. At least that’s what I told myself whenever I looked at my best friend, dark hair tucked behind her ears while laughing at something Guro said, and I felt jealous. Or when I go to score a goal in training and she dives for the ball, her shirt riding up and the tight muscles of her abdomen flashing briefly, and I can feel my face heat up and my stomach tighten.

And eventually, due to popular demand, I’m back in another video, facing Sam in a ‘Meme Girls Championship’.

“Welcome to the Meme Girls Championship. Today we have the two winners of the previous games, Samantha Kerr and Y/n L/n. Are you ready?” Sam lets out a guttural scream and I simply nod, trying not to freak out about the tingle in my leg where Zecira and my legs touch.

“Here we go. When you make a tackle outside the penalty box, but the other team still get the penalty.” I flick through my cards, searching for the best one, but Sam is ready in no time.

She holds up a picture of Zecira and Ann-Katrin, standing side by side with sour looks on the faces. It’s good enough for a chuckle but I’m certain I can get a better one. I eventually land on a picture of Jessie. She’s dressed in an old training kit, hands covering her face, clearly disappointed in something.

Zecira takes a moment, looking back and forth between the two photos we’re holding up.

“Zecira. You’re in it.” Sam gives her a side eye, hinting at the fact she thinks she should win.

“Wifey Z. You know this is the better one.” The nickname had been a running joke between us for some time, so neither of us think much of it, despite the obvious fact we probably both wished it meant more.

“Mmmm, I have to go with Y/n’s.”

“No! These cards are unfair! I used that last time and you picked Jessie’s one of me breaking my shoulder!”

“Get wrecked Sammy.”

The comments under that video are unexpected. I don’t remember doing anything that would elicit any ‘couple’ comments, yet they were full of them.

‘I think Y/n just accidentally exposed their relationship at 1:17’

‘WIFEY? She knowwws. They’re definitely together, you don’t just call someone your wife.’

So apparently, I did imply we were a couple, but it was from a simple misunderstanding. The issue that comes with that is the inability to deny it. If you deny it, fans assume you’re hiding something, and obviously there was nothing to confirm, so we had to live with it.

Turns out it was hard to live with. Anytime either of us posted, those comments would pop up, asking us to confirm it. At games there were fans shouting it out. Even the girls began speculating whether we’d been secretly hiding a relationship for who knows how long. It was beginning to get tiring, especially when I have feelings for her.

I wanted nothing more to just go up and kiss her and tell her how much I like her, then the comments could be true, and I’d know that. Hopefully it’d also mean I’d get to hold her hand as we walk side by side and kiss her good morning every day. But I was certain she didn’t feel the same, so that was that.

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It took a week after the video was posted for things to go back to normal within the team and between Zecira and I. Occasionally Millie or Jess would jokingly ask us ‘how the married life is’, or something along those lines, and we’d all just laugh.

It was a tradition between me and Z, that after a London derby, we’d pick a nice restaurant and go out for dinner. Both of us get dressed up and walk out of the stadium together, sign a few things and go. It started in 2021 and we hadn’t missed a dinner since. So obviously that’s what I prepared for when we had a derby coming up.

I had a new rusty orange, satin dress that I’d brought in preparation for the dinner. Hanging it on the rack in my cubby before I got changed into our warm-up kit always made me a little nervous, aware of the casual outfits that adorned everyone else’s wracks. I didn’t bother looking over at Zecira’s space, expecting her outfit to be hanging like it always was. Perhaps I should have.

The game was tough as always during a derby, and very physical. The likes of Katie McCabe and Caitlin Foord made it difficult to stay standing if the ball was at your feet and I knew I was likely to come out with bruises from the start. I must say I didn’t expect the black eye that began swelling after an elbow to the face from Lotte.

By half time I looked a wreck, and Emma was prepared to sub me off if they didn’t let up by 60 minutes. I’d lost count of the number of bruises that had begun developing on my legs and arms, even my torso was sure to be black and blue, and admittedly my eye was somewhat hard to see out of. I was also limping, a studs up tackle from Katie landing on the inside of my right ankle making the tissue rather tender.

“You’re going to look like that blueberry girl from Willy Wonka soon.” Zecira jokes as we make our way back out to the pitch.

“Heh yeah, dinner might be a little awkward for the other people around.” I get a smile back before she makes her way to the goal, and I head to the middle of the field to meet with Erin to do some short drills again.

The game ends in a tie. 2-2 across the board. I gathered more injuries as the game went on but nothing that wasn’t more than superficial, and I was buzzing to sign a few things and take some pictures with the fans before heading back and dressing up for dinner with my best friend.

Then I see them. Zecira is only a few people away from me at the barrier, talking to a guy. The conversation seems very interesting and sweet, nothing more than a footballer meeting a fan. Until they kiss. So, as her best friend, I make my way over. Why had she never mentioned him?

“Hey Z! Who’s this?”

“This is Tom. We’re dating, nothing official yet. He’s going to take me out for dinner tonight.” It’s hard to be upset when you see the smile that spread across her face. Her dimples were showing and there was a sparkle in her eye. But I wasn’t one to just let someone break a tradition after 2 and a half years.

“Tonight? What, after we go to dinner? You know, at the restaurant we’ve been waiting for a table at for months?”

“N- no I mean right after I get changed.”

“We always do tonight Z.” I start to seethe through my teeth.

“Well can’t you go like tomorrow or something?” I understand Tom was trying to help. I can only assume he wasn’t aware about the years long tradition between the girl he’s dating and her best friend. But I could imagine that if we were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears and my arm would be swinging, getting ready to knock him out in one hit.

“Uhhh, no. No we cannot. Because not only does it take months to get a table, we have to go tonight because it’s tradition. Routine. We’ve never missed a derby dinner once Zecira and like damn I’m going to let us start now. Not for some guy.”

“Common it’s just one. It’s not that big a deal. I’ll make up for it I promise.”

“Make up for it? There’s no making up this dinner. But have fun with Tom. I guess I’ll go get real dressed up, eat portions that are far too small and drink much too expensive wine by myself and be thrown looks all night. See you in training.” As I storm off, I catch glimpses of the remaining crowd that is yet to trickle out and realise perhaps I should have waited.

Now embarrassed as well as angry, I run down the tunnel in desperate search for an empty room. I eventually stumble into one and slam the door closed and lock it. The walls rattle and I hear something fall off one of them, but I find it hard to care as I search for the light switch.

Once I find it, it’s hard for me to hold back all the emotions that have been building up over some time. I rip my boots of and throw them at the door with all my might. I’m surprised the window doesn’t shatter.

“Stupid fucking feelings. Stupid fucking dinner. Stupid fucking Tom. Stupid fucking game.” The list goes on for some time as I cry, broken up every now and then by a scream.

Eventually I slump to the floor in the middle of the room and sob. My chest heaves and I struggle to breathe as I cry into the ground. The bruises and black eye are long forgotten as my lungs struggle to expand, and I begin to panic.

‘This cannot be fucking happening right now no no no.’ a panic attack is the last possible thing I need and I’m in a random room all alone. No one knows where I am. Everyone could have gone home by now.

My head is pounding. Or maybe it’s someone at the door. I’m not sure. I don’t have the energy to figure it out.

‘I hope someone finds me soon’ is probably the last thought I’m aware of having. But then someone’s arms wrap around me. Their perfume is familiar, but I can’t quite place it as they hook an arm beneath my knees and another behind my back. Most of my surroundings are lost, sight blurred and hearing fuzzy as I try to draw in more air, so I don’t know where I am until I feel a mattress beneath me.

I could identify the medical room beds in my sleep, and this was definitely one. After a few minutes of just resting there, my breathing started to slow and I came around. Newly aware of a hand gripping my own, I turn to the person beside me.

“Zecira? What are you doing here? You have dinner with what’s his face.”

“You’re more important. And, what you said on the field… you’re right. I was wrong in breaking tradition for some guy I’m not even really into. It’s- it’s just…” she trails off with a sigh.

“It’s just that, I needed something to take my mind off you.”

“Off me?”

“Yes. Look, after those videos we did on media day, and the one after, I couldn’t fathom the idea of me telling you how I feel and you rejecting me. I like you so much but I know you don’t like me back so I started going on dates. Tom was the only bearable one.”

“Wait wait wait wait. You think I don’t like you? Zecira, there aren’t enough words to express how much I like you. Seeing you with Tom, it, it made me mad about the dinner sure, but I was also jealous. I want to be the one kissing you and taking you on dates, holding your hand, celebrating a win.”

“What?”

“Kiss me you fool.” The angle is poor but despite it, we lean toward each other until our lips are connected.

It becomes quite a hungry kiss, but I pull away before it can get too heated, smiling at the girl in front of me.

“If we get ready and leave now, we could still make that reservation. Make it our first date?”

That’s how we end up hand in hand, waiting to be seated. The satin gown hugs me perfectly and compliments Zecira’s sage green dress.

“I’m really sorry for bursting up on you. Especially on the pitch.”

“I deserved it.”

“No you didn’t. Maybe you should’ve told me in advance but it didn’t warrant that reaction.”

“I should’ve spoken to you about what was going on.”

“Kiss me and we call it even?” her hair falls around our faces as she leans down to kiss me. It’s gentle and sweet and tastes like her vanilla lip gloss. Life feels good when you’re in love with your best friend.

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companionjones · 11 months

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Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: Anxiety, self-hatred, one curse word

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He first heard them off in the distance. Then, they got louder, and louder, and louder. He finally realized who all the thoughts were coming from as you entered the room.

Sadly, you immediately walked right in front of a fan. Edward had to physically hold himself back from attacking you as soon as he could smell you. Your blood was like his own personal brand of heroine.

Aaannd Edward had to spend an entire class with you sitting next to him. He thought that after hundreds of years he was finally going to snap and lose everything.

What made things worse, was that he could read your mind. All you could think was that you badly reeked and everyone could smell you. Your thoughts only got worse from there.

By the end of the class, Edward needed to get out of there, but he couldn’t without telling you, “It’s not your fault,” before leaving.

Edward tried to get out of Biology. When he couldn’t, he was gone for about a week, trying to get his shit together.

Although you were no longer around him, Edward couldn’t get your thoughts out of his head. He felt horrible that he made you feel like that. Changing your thoughts was the only reason he went back to school.

When Biology rolled around, Edward headed for the seats in which you and he had been sitting, only to find that you could not have been sitting farther from them.

Along with your overwhelming scent, Edward heard all of your thoughts again, and they were just as dark and lonely as before. Edward fought past his vampire instincts and sat next you you again. He offered a light smile in your direction.

Your thoughts responded accordingly. If Edward had to put one word to them, it would’ve been confusion.

He tried to levee your thoughts with conversation. “Hello.” He cursed himself for sounding so rehearsed. “I’m sorry for not introducing myself last week...I’m Edward Cullen.”

“I’m Y/n L/n,” you introduced.

You were scared of him, that much was obvious from your thoughts. But you weren’t scared of Edward in the way he expected. You were scared of him like you were scared of everyone, and you wondered why he, why anyone, would talk to you.

Edward hoped those thoughts would leave you as he talked to you longer.

“Do you like the weather here?” He decided that was a normal enough question to ask.

Perhaps it was too normal of a question, because you thought it a bit odd that he had asked. You replied anyway, “Yeah, I do. It has been raining a lot, though. I miss the sun.” You hoped you hadn’t talked for too long.

Edward wished you hadn’t thought that. He couldn’t remember ever reading a mind that had as much anxiety as yours did. He wanted so badly to lighten up your mind that he found himself agreeing with you about the sun. It wasn’t untrue. Edward did miss the sun, just maybe a little less now because seeing it would mean he wouldn’t be able to see inside your mind for the day.

You and Edward talked for the rest of the class. He asked you many questions: How long you had been in town, what was the farthest you’d been from home, etc. He just couldn’t get enough of you or your mind. He had also succeeded in getting your mind to stop thinking such terrible things about yourself. Well, he did, at least until the bell rung.

Thoughts started flooding your head about how you didn’t want him to go because this was the best interaction you could remember having.

Who was Edward to deprive you of that?

He knew he shouldn’t have, but he kept talking to you. When the bell rang and you both had to go to your next class, Edward exchanged phone numbers with you so you could text during class. The two of you did so for the rest of the day.

“You should really let me drive you home today. It’s still raining.” Edward texted after the final bell.

You texted back, “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering. Let me drive you home,” he said as he approached you from behind.

Edward had just made you smile for the first time. He felt his long-dead heart flutter. Edward also felt the eyes of his siblings on him. He knew they had heard what he had just said because everyone’s thoughts were heavily cautioning him to just leave you.

Everyone’s thoughts except Alice’s. “Just go. It’ll be fun.”

Maybe it was because she was thinking very clearly, or maybe it was because Edward wanted to hear that the most, but either way, Alice’s thoughts came through louder than the rest of his siblings. It was what convinced him to get into his car with you.

And so, Edward drove you home that day. He also drove you to and from school the next day, and the next day, and every day for the rest of that week.

When Friday rolled around, you got into Edward’s car with questions rolling around inside your head.

“Why are you being so nice to me, Edward?”

He shrugged. “Because I think you’re kind, and amusing, and beautiful--”

A few things.

One, surprisingly, Edward didn’t often think of the words coming out of his own mouth because he was often so occupied by other people’s thoughts inside his head. That was why he had admitted that he thought you were beautiful.

Two, you had been thinking that question so loud and so repetitively that Edward didn’t hear any of your other thoughts as you got into his car.

Three, you thought of something else so quickly before acting that Edward didn’t have time to react accordingly.

But Edward has super speed. Shouldn’t he be able to react fast no matter what? Well, not with what you had in store for him. With what you thought, Edward needed at least a second to think before reacting.

You had kissed Edward.

Yes, he needed that one second to process what was happening. Edward also needed another second to get his body to react.

He pulled away from you and got out of the car. Edward tried his best to get your scent out of his system.

You got out of the car too. “I am so, so sorry. I think--I guess I misread the messages and assumed--I’m so sorry.” You started walking in the school’s direction.

Your thoughts were a mess. Never had Edward heard as much self-hatred that wasn’t aimed at himself.

He used his vampire speed to catch up to you before you turned around. “Y/n.”

When you faced him, you briefly wondered how he had gotten to you so fast. But, just as you had done with Edward, he didn’t give you time to think.

He placed both hands on either side of your face (avoiding your pulse) and leaned toward you.

Truthfully, Edward was leaning in a little slow in fear of his blood lust, but then he heard your thoughts.

“He’s going to kiss me! Yes!”

That made Edward fully smile before he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss lasted about seven seconds.

When you separated, you commented, “This is insane.”

“Sweetheart,” he smiled, “You have no idea.”

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mintsvnoo · 2 months

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YOU.. YOU WHAT ME?

PAIRING itzy! yeji x femreader

— in which hwang yeji thinks that her academic rival, (name) likes the popular boy, yeji's older brother, hwang hyunjin. and even though she rivals (name) since she has the smarts of a genius. yeji can't help but feel jealous, ultimately leading to her confessing her love for the other girl in one of their well-known hall arguements...

GENRE non-idol au, academic rivals/enemies, angst? no comfort (yet)

WARNING|S swearing, arguments

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

“have you heard? the school nerd (name) has a crush on hwang hyunjin!” “omg, really?! where'd you get that info!?” many rumours have already circulated around your academy after you were seen handing out a said love letter to the local popular boy, hwang hyunjin during valentines day, of course you didn't really gave that love letter to him because you liked him, rather it was because you're friend was too much of a coward to personally give it out to him, ordering you to do it for her, which you're still regretting to have accepted.

as you're heading to your next class, you can't help but feel uncomfortable with the fact that litteraly anyone you've walked passed at was staring holes at you, but oh well you much guessed that this is your life now at this stupid academy before you have the confidence on finally standing up to deny the fact that you really didn't like hyunjin, and possibly all men.“i bet hyunjin is (name)'s first crush, i mean i've never really seen her have skinship with anyone really.” “only with the hwang sibling's, especially with hyunjin, she's like basically glued to him—” *slam!* “you shouldn't gossip about untrue rumours about (l/n) with my brother.” that locker door slam silenced halls of spreading rumours about you and hyunjin, by none other then the sister of hyunjin, yeji. you're academic rival. you were a floor away from the scene but you already know that the commotion was caused by her and no one else.

passing by the stairs a familiar voice called you. “(l/n)!” the loud voice echoed troughout the halls of students who we're quickly scurrying away to not get caught with the commotion yeji and you will probably create. But having enough of practically everyone, you didn't stop to argue back at yeji — instead, ignored the call and continued walking and with heavy sounds of heels walking behind you, it was clear that yeji was following you. “so, you like my brother?” yeji said, emphasizing the brother part loudly. most part of you wanted to stop and finally stand up to deny those rumors, but you kept walking, the weight of yeji's words hanging heavy in the air. “oh, so you do, huh? well guess what he doesn't give two shit about you, (l/n)!” yeji continued, the rumors had spread like wildfire, consuming every corner of the academy, and now, even yeji seemed convinced of it's truth, but even if you did like hyunjin, why was she so pressed by it? she's just your academic rival or maybe enemy. it's none of her business to have a care about your love life, maybe she's just doing this to spite you up.

as you reached a quiet corner of the hallway, you finally turned to face her, the frustration evident in your eyes. "no! yeji, i don't like your, stupid brother! okay?!" you asserted, your voice was probably louder than hers earlier. “plus, why are you so pressed about it?!” you continued, but as you we're about to say something again, yeji quickly cut you off. “oh, my foot! sure you don't have a crush on him. and im also sure that you giving that love letter was JUST a friendly act of gesture!” she shouted back at you.

as yeji's words pierced the air, frustration and disbelief surged within you. her accusations felt like daggers, slicing through the fragile peace you had tried to maintain amidst the storm of rumors.

with each shouted word, the tension between you and Yeji escalated, the weight of misunderstanding pressing down upon you like a suffocating blanket. but beneath the anger and frustration, there lingered a flicker of hurt, a pang of betrayal at Yeji's insinuations.

“ugh! no yeji for the nth time. i. don't. have. a. crush. on. your. gosh. darn. brother! that letter wasn't from me! it was from—”

“oh, yeah right! that letter was from your friend, blah blah blah—” “gosh yeji! why can't you just see it!! that letter wasn't from me, it was from my friend, and i don't have a crush or love hyunjin! it's you!! it's you who i have a crush on! okay?!”

yeji's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief coloring her features as your words hung in the air. the silenced hallway only rang quieter, leaving only the echo of your confession between you two. "what? you.. you what me?"

#itzy #itzy ansgt #itzy yeji #itzy hwang yeji #itzy x reader #itzy x you #itzy x yn #itzy x fem reader #itzy x female reader #kpop #kpop x fem reader #kpop gg #kpop x female reader #yeji #hwang yeji #yeji x reader #yeji x you #yeji x fem reader #yeji x female reader

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facts-i-just-made-up · 4 months

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Know any gaming myths to debunk?

Gaming myths have been around as long as games, from the earliest Sumerian board games to the latest video game for your brand new Nintendo 64. Here are a few popular myths over the years to debunk:

The Royal Game of Ur: According to the weekly cuneiform tablet of Lord Kotaqu VI, the Royal Game of Ur held a secret block that could be accessed by moving a stone left, right, left, and right and up and down several times. This was simply untrue and Kotaqu was executed for his charlatan magic.

Chess: Several early critics of the game of Chess claimed that the game's battlefield strategy emulation inspired violence, despite many studies showing that Chess players like Gandhi were no more likely to go to war than non-Chess players such as Napoleon, except in certain Sid Meier simulations.

Texas Hold-'Em Poker: Many poker players were prone to cheating, especially in the old west. There are claims that card manufacturers such as Bicycle and Hoyle began to include serial numbers and codes, such as letter "L" on the lower left corner of a card so that nobody could claim a 9 was a 6, and so on. Though this has never been proven, many still claim that the L is real.

Pong: In the 1970s, games went electronic and many myths developed about this strange new form of play. The first game, "Pong," was much like table tennis, and some players claimed that one could, with proper timing, pick up the "ball" pixel and throw it on the "roof" of the video screen. This was proven untrue as more people learned how computers worked.

Tomb Raider: As more teenagers played video games, playground rumors such as a "Nude Code" to show the game protagonist naked became popular. Though there is no nude code in Tomb Raider, there is one in Kirby's Dream Land, in which Kirby can appear nude but for shoes by starting the game in normal mode.

Dark Souls: With the complexity of the world of Dark Souls, many rumors and myths were spawned, such as the ability to fast-travel early, a hidden map behind an old fog gate, and even the ability to enter other games by switching discs during a load screen. This last bit was only true in one case, where replacing the game disc with Postal 3 would improve the quality of the Postal game by making it crash irrecoverably.

Super Mario Bros. Wonder: The newest Mario game's "Wonder" mechanics are strange and diverse, leading to many rumors about weird tricks they can result in. While the normal game can turn Mario into a sticky blob, make inanimate pipes crawl like inchworms, or illuminate previously invisible walkways, claims of Wonder effects that make the console explode, save money on your car's extended warranty, or even let you see real people's names and how many days they have left to live have mostly proven false. One Wonder effect that did prove real was a 79 step ladder that lets Mario climb into a developer room. The room didn't have all that much in it, but also, it's everything.

#gaming #mario #dark souls #jacob geller #death note #unreality

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phasmophobia-territory · 1 year

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The Ultimate YANDERE TYPES List (part 3) | SHACKLING + "DENPA" DELUSIONAL YANDERE

(this is PART 3 of a 4 Part Post. Click HERE to start at part 1)

Full sources and links to further reading will be below in the notes!

Remember to read the trigger warnings and content warnings. This is Yandere fiction we’re talking about, so it’s going to get messed up.

Themes + Trigger Warnings + Content Warnings:

Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Unhealthy relationships, Religious themes, themes of sociopathy, themes of mental illness, hallucinations, delusions, hallucinations and delusions due to drugs, mentions of: physical abuse, sexual abuse, brainwashing, murder, suicide, murder-suicide, self-harm, stalking, panic attacks, cannibalism, necrophilia.

S H A C K L I N G

Primarily characterized by the need to “shackle”/keep their Darling to themselves.

SUBTYPES WITH THEIR VARIANTS

♡Easily jealous: Very common trait of nearly all Yanderes. These yanderes are usually not okay with their love interests being involved other people, romantically or platonically. Their opinions on whether another’s interaction with their Darling is acceptable or not depends on the yandere.

♡Self-imposing

Dependency: Takes care of their Darling in everything with the ultimate goal of making their Darling dependent on them.

Contact: Being with the Darling is the goal of this Yandere. Their ideal type of contact is ending up in their Darling’s care (sometimes even becoming financially dependent on their Darling). If any factors on unease is found in their shared life with the Darling they’ll often show their jealous nature.

♡Overprotective

Doll: Having the Darling under their surveillance is the major requirement for this Yandere, and they do not wish for their Darling to do as they please. They are doting, and as long as the Darling is within their monitoring range, the Yandere will spoil them.

Glassware: These Yandere are afraid of losing their Darling more than anything, so they safeguard them extremely carefully. Extremely fearful and is timid in their approach to the love interest.

♡Easily lonely: This Yandere is afraid of being alone above all else, so shackling their Darling to them becomes their aim.

♡Matching: Psychological identification is the ultimate aim of this Yandere, so they would force their Darling to match with them. More common when the Yandere and the Darling are of the same sex.

"D E N P A" D E L U S I O N A L

These Yandere usually suffer from some type of untreated mental or emotional unwellness. And as typical to those classified as delusional, they usually believe things that are undoubtedly untrue, especially when it comes to their Darling.

SUBTYPES WITH THEIR VARIANTS

♡Hysteric (Emotionally Unstable)

This Yandere is emotionally unstable and has panic attacks about the smallest things.

♡Desire for Ruin

Forced Murder-Suicide: These Yandere have given up on everything and will drag their Darling along with them in death.

Hope in the Next Life: These Yandere believe death is simply a stage which leads them onto the next life. At most, they’re regretful that they have to kill their Darling but in their mind their Darling “just has to endure it and it’ll all be over.”

♡Abnormal Behaviour

Seld-contained: These Yandere deal with their excessive love for their Darling alone, and perform abnormal or disturbing actions in places away from view. Usually the Darling is disgusted by them once they discover what they’re doing.

Abnormal Fetish: These Yandere perform abnormal or disturbing actions disregarding whether or not it may endanger a life. These actions are not self-contained and end up involving others.

♡Sociopath

Unlike those who have congenital psychosis, it is possible for this Yandere to develop affection for someone. These Yandere become fixated on their Darling and would carry out inhumane actions on other people without a thought. The type of Yandere who can shred someone into pieces without batting an eye will most likely be categorised here.

♡Blurring Fantasy from Reality

These Yandere blur the lines between fantasy and reality and will twist their interpretation of things to suit their needs. When they’re rejected, for example, they will just stare back blankly not understanding what is being conveyed.

♡Actor

These Yandere will pretend to be someone who has mental abnormalities and can switch their acting on and off at will. However, they are a swindler at heart so they can’t be considered mentally normal. Mysterious characters who are often outwardly cheerful easily fall into this category.

♡Religious (Worshipping)

Faults Viewed Favourably (Intoxicated): These Yandere worship their Darling as a god and agree with everything they do or say. It is mostly more accurate to say they have devotion to their Darling rather than romantic feelings.

Imposing Ideals: These Yandere see the love interest as their god, but they get furious if they have traits that differ from their image of the ideal god.

♡Religious (Sharing Values)

The target of worship for this Yandere is not the Darling. They are the type to invite and drag her into worshipping their wonderful “god” and would become furious when the Darling rejects their god.

♡Mental Disorder (Lack of Emotions)

These Yandere have difficulties with their emotions. They have no aversion to brutal acts of crime and may develop into the Abnormal Fetish variant which calls life and death into question as a method of expressing their love. They may cannibalize the love interest, practice necrophilia, or perform other inhumane acts.

♡Mental Disorder (Acquired)

Traumatized: These Yandere are not mentally stable due to abuse as a child or a side-effect of medication.

Delusions and Hallucinations: Yandere of this variant do abnormal things as a result of having injured their head or side-effects to drugs. There are also some who may have taken drugs that induced hallucinations before becoming this type of Yandere.

Lack of Knowledge: Yandere of this variant don’t know how to express their love as a result of abuse during childhood. Having no ill-intentions is a trait of this Yandere. The gap in this Yandere’s knowledge is not something that can be filled by just teaching them as it is a deeply rooted problem.

Sources:

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(Original translators, I have no problem with taking this down if you don't want me reposting your translation to my blog! ^_^)

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okay so stupid mind comes up with weirdest imagines. I just "saw" how "I", well, my dn OC sent L a message with the song "Don't worry, be happy" and he somehow put it as his ringtone.

#yeah well crazy

but. I was wondering, what Would their ringtones be? haha

Before I talk about the wammy’s boys' ringtones, I want to say that you can comfortably refer to yourself when talking about your dn oc. I love OCs and Self Inserts the same, so it's not like I will judge you if you say "I do this", "L says this to me" etc. lol. Felt like saying it, so you don't have to worry about it.

Now, moving on to your question + if you were to ask them to change it and if there's a song that reminds them of you, because why not.

Generally - he has either the default ringtone or some completely unexpected song that makes everyone around him (like the task force) stop from doing their stuff and turn around to look at him. No in between.

I feel like the unexpected ones would be some sexual songs that are very inappropriate for the workplace, like WAP (pretending it's 2020), because they are catchy and usually he's working alone and he's not in public, so he doesn't really have to worry about others hearing them.

You as his partner - if you ask him to change it, he will do so. He will also change it on his own initiative if a song reminds him of you, and will set it only for your contact, so he will immediately know if you are the one calling.

He's also the only one (among these four) who would change it to a song you mention that you really like - like he did with you/your OC.

NEAR

Generally - I honestly think he doesn't really care about ringtones and he never thinks about them, because usually it's someone else answering the phone for him and then putting him through, so basically it is the default ringtone.

You as his partner - he will definitely change it if you ask, but that's how far he will go, because again, he doesn't see why it matters. If there's a song that reminds him of you, he will play it to you in person, and that's it.

Just imagine the both of you sitting on the ground and listening to a song in silence for three minutes.

MELLO

Generally - he has his phone on mute or vibration. He doesn't fuck with ringtones because they are very distracting and annoying in his opinion.

To be honest, I think he would like them if he didn't hate the default one and didn't have a hard time finding a new one that's more fitting and enjoyable.

You as his partner - if you ask him to change it to a specific song, he will tell you that that's pointless, because his volume is always on mute so he wouldn't hear it. If you then ask him if he did already change it, he will tell you yes, of course, but that his point still stands.

Bonus: before getting together - he's definitely the type of guy to listen to romantic songs and think of you, but since he can't muster the courage to tell you directly, he chooses instead to put it as his ringtone. That's his love confession in a way.

Imagine if he forgets to have changed it and gives you the phone for whatever reason for a few hours, and you decide to put it on volume and someone calls him and you get to hear this corny ass song. He will definitely lie and tell you that it's either Matt's doing or the default ringtone, which is untrue and Matt denies any involvement.

MATT

Generally - he literally changes it every time, based on how he feels, which means at least three times at day. So, he has a big repertory of sounds/songs to choose from.

You as his partner - of course, he will change it for you, but only under one condition: that you have the same one, so you can have matching ringtones. He thinks it's so romantic, but it just causes confusion when people call one or the other.

If there's a song that reminds him of you, he will literally send it to you and explain why.

Going back to my pop-lover Matt hc, usually these songs are famous pop songs with the most generic lyrics, so when he tells you the reasons why it reminds him of you, it's because "you’re amazing, just the way you are, just like the lyrics say, like it's so true, cuz you are really amazing just the way you are"

#thanks for the ask!!#dn.inbox #death note #l lawliet #nate river #mihael keehl #mail jeevas #death note x reader

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You ever think that sometimes the spooky gays' get a lil overwhelmed with their thoughts?

Remus gets just a little too disturbing with his own thoughts to the point where even he has to sit down and just take a second to process what he just thought or daydreamed about?

Virgil works himself so deep into an anxiety rabbit hole that he's convinced himself of something entirely untrue as if it were logical scientific fact?

I think they do. Sometimes, anyway. One more than the other. I like to think they just kinda appear for each other.

Remus can't fix the anxiety (he's certainly not good at fixing it, he knows that) but he can keep Virgil company until he either comes down from the anxiety or until Remus can find a place to interject a distraction for him.

I think Virgil appears when Remus is having a moment and drags him for a distraction. Sometimes it doesn't warrant one so he just sits with him.

Maybe they talk over their individual problems. Maybe they don't. Maybe it's a quiet mutual understanding from their pre-Accepting Anxiety days that never stopped even after Virgil went with the Light Sides.

If you're reading this, support your friends. If you can't support your friends, do a little something for yourself. Do something for yourself anyway. You deserve it. Thank you for being you.

— 👑

(I'm okay just really tired and in my thoughts LMAO)

The fact that they can have an understanding with each other especially in a moment of vulnerability and stress is exactly why I L O V E them so much <3 Their functions are hard for them to deal with but they can relate on that pain which makes it easier for them to communicate and be there for one another <3

#also the last part is a very important note y'all take care of yourselves and each other <3 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #👑 anon #not a countdown

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When I Catch You Gege

Summary Reader is Isekai'd into JJK with the determination to change canon and make sure she rights the wrongs of Gege. Oh and enjoy her time there...yeah that too. No manga plot spoilers. Reader x everyone. All characters 18+ unless otherwise stated.

Content Warning: Canon typical violence, torture, suicide, Non-con, extreme bullying, angst with a happy ending.

Pairings: Reader x Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Junpei Yoshino, Okkotsu Yuta, Toji Fushiguro

Chapter 2

Memories & Missions

Y/n = First Name L/n = Last Name

Yu Haibara’s mouth gaped open like a fish at your exclamation. His face like yours was fairly expressive and wasn’t able to hide his emotions; surprise and confusion flitted across before he settled as embarrassed and guilty. He abruptly bowed at the waist, his hands by his sides, “I am so sorry! I’m usually really good at faces! This is so embarrassing I apologize!” he practically yelled from his 90 degree angle.

You quickly realized you had called him by his first name only initially; implying you and him had some sort of history. You waved your hands frantically in response, “Oh no it’s okay…” you respond rapidly trying to find something to explain away you knowing his name in the least creepy way possible, “It’s been a really long time…I wouldn’t expect you to remember me…” your voice faded off at the end as you looked to the side nervously. Yu looked up quickly, his body still remaining in his bow while his face scrutinized yours with a somewhat pained expression.

At the revelation that you were standing across from Yu Haibara the waves of confusion and concern surrounding you quickly faded into the background in your mind. Your consciousness immediately settled on that you must have fallen back to sleep and were currently having an amazing dream. Your boss was going to be pissed when you no call no showed but honestly just seeing a character from a series you love was totally worth it. I mean sure it would be cooler to dream about running into Geto or Gojo but Yu was an adorable cinnamon roll who deserved the world.

At the moment he was looking fairly awkward and you attempted to relieve his anxiety, “No really it’s okay. We..were in the same elementary school together. I was…” you pause trying to pull some story out that could make sense. “...picked on a lot and you defended me. Which is why I remember you! I’m y/n, y/n l/n” You smiled happily, liking the narrative that you came up with. Haibara is a good guy and the last thing you want is for him to feel bad not remembering a person he never met.

Haibara stands back up to his full height, his mind clearly trying to find a place where you would possibly fit into his childhood. You figured, if Haibara’s personality was similar as a child to what it was now he definitely was popular on the playground and probably defended other kids all the time. There had to be a place some random girl could fit in. You smiled as sweetly as you could while thinking, Come on Yu, would this face lie to you? God he looks adorable when he’s confused.

After a moment there seems to be a flash of recognition in his eyes before he slaps a fist into his open palm. “I-I think i remember you. I’m sorry y/n. You look a lot different now…i think." The last part is under his breath as you try to keep your expression under control.

You flush when you realize he immediately started calling you by your first name taking what you said as truth that you were childhood friends. You give a small laugh, “You look really different as well. I almost didn't recognise you. Thank you for helping me out there.” you gesture towards the main sidewalk behind you. “I’m not so great around…crowds.” you finish the sentence confidently despite the pause. That wasn’t completely untrue. You definitely weren’t a fan of being crushed in a wave of bodies.

“Ooooh,” He smiled at you gently, unconsciously stepping forward a little closer to you. “Are you feeling better? You sure you don’t want a candy?” He wiggled his hand with the candies in front of you as if to emphasize them.

You felt yourself laugh. Speaking to him felt natural, “No, but i really appreciate the off-” You stopped short as a sudden influx of energy appeared behind you.

“Haibara!” a disgruntled voice barked in annoyance at your back. The speaker abruptly paused, realizing Haibara was not alone in front of him. Turning you saw a teen even taller than Haibara had come in from the crowd, his school uniform mussed up like he had been fighting for his life in the mob behind him. Your jaw dropped as Nanami Emo Hair Kento stood in front of you in all his awkward teenage glory. Nanami looked at you uncomfortably as you tried to get your expression of awe in check. He raised a brow at Haibara, clearly asking him what he was doing in a random side street with some girl.

“Ahhh sorry Kento, I got distracted again and forgot the time.” He looked somewhat shamefaced as if this was definitely not the first time Haibara had not showed up to what you were assuming was a mission on time. Shoving the sweets back into his pocket Haibara’s face quickly broke into a cheerful grin when he walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder gesturing you forward towards Nanami. Your entire body felt like it was on fire when he laid his muscled arm across your shoulders.

Haibara had taken to you like a duck to water, not even bothering to question anything. You couldn’t help but think uncharitably, No wonder this guy got himself killed.. Haibara’s cherry tone continued not registering your beat red face, “But Kento look! I ran into y/n, we’ve been friends since we were little back in Hokkaido. I can’t believe we ran into each other all the way down here in Tokyo, what a small world!”

You felt yourself choke when he mentioned Hokkaido. “Yes, very..small”. You nodded awkwardly, grateful he let you in on that little detail of “your childhood” as Nanami looked at you suspiciously.

Nanami took in your red face and awkward expression before responding in a bland tone, “I see...Nanami, Kento” he introduced himself with little fanfare as Haibara grinned even bigger.

Haibara gave your shoulder a little squeeze before letting you go and exclaiming, “I am so pumped now! I never thought you’d get to meet any of my friends from back home. This is great we should go do some Karaoke-”

“No!” Two identical “No” rang out at the suggestion of Karaoke. You panicking at the idea of being trapped in a small room with these two men and being forced to perform. Nanami balking over the very idea of Karaoke in conjunction with Haibara forgetting the mission they were supposed to be on now. Before Haibara could start up again Nanami ground out, “Haibara we have someplace to be.”

Haibara looked like he deflated at Nanami’s comment before blinking back at you dejectedly, “I forgot. Y/n let’s trade numbers so we can all hang out sometime. How long are you in Tokyo?”

“Ahh, yeah about that…i’m not really sure..and my phone broke.” This dream was really getting into the weeds. Did you even have a cellphone? Probably not. You literally just met the cinnamon roll, emo haired, dream team and they were going to run off and leave you standing here until you woke up. You had to have like…some ability or something right. I mean it's your dream after all. What’s the worst that could happen? A curse pulverizes you and you wake up and go to work. You glance around awkwardly before deciding you're not ready for this night to end yet, “I mean… I could probably help kill a curse or two…typical tuesday night right?” You had no idea what day of the week it was but it probably didn’t matter. You expected dream Nanami and dream Haibara to take this in stride and welcome you into their curse hunt. Instead they both stared at you in horrified shock.

Nanami immediately began to sputter in an attempt to respond, nothing coherent managing to come out. He whipped his head to Haibara with an accusatory look as if to say, what did you tell her?

Haibara meanwhile froze looking at you before laughing a little too loud to be convincing, “Ah ha ha! I forgot to tell you Kento, she's a jujutsu sorcerer like us?!” Despite addressing Nanami, Haibara's eyes were glued on you in wonder, “That explains the strong energy I felt before I ran into you in the road.”

Guess that means I’m able to do something, you thought with surprise at Haibara’s last comment. Going to play it off you smiled at Nanami before raising your hands up and waving your fingers, “Surprise!”

Haibara jumped on to your comment and did a somewhat identical pose on the opposite side yelling, “Surprise!” You were seriously going to have to keep an eye on this Haibara kid. There was trusting and then there was this. Even if this was a dream he needed to be a little more suspicious.

Nanami adjusted his weight onto his other foot ignoring Haibara for the time being, “You’re a jujutsu sorcerer?” At your nonchalant nod he continued, “What grade?”

“I was homeschooled. Aren’t you running late? I don’t have to come if it’s a problem, just wanted to offer help to Yu.” Remembering Nanami’s disdain for overtime and extra work you added, “Figured we could get done faster… go read or ..listen to sad music faster?”

Haibara laughed as Nanami seemed to actually think it over. “Fine since you’re Haibara’s friend and it will get us out of here faster.” He turned to lead the way out into the open city air, “But if you get in the way we are leaving you behind” he muttered more to himself than anyone else.

Thankfully, it didn’t take very long for the major city congestion to clear; your small group finding its way into lesser populated side streets. Nanami led the way about half a block in front of you and Haibara; only stopping briefly to consult a paper map before trekking off quickly ahead again. You watched Nanami work from behind with a sense of awe that this somewhat gangly looking emo kid was going to fill out into the beefcake that is Nanami Kento in Shibuya. Not that present Nanami wasn’t adorable. I mean sure he could use a hair cut but he was over six feet tall and had legs for days. Plus, as much as you liked thick boys like older Nanami you had had your fair share of crushes on sickly thin emo boys with bags under their eyes. He wasn’t as broad as Haibara yet but his form was lithe and had this casual but confident finesse about him. God you were no better than a man. You averted your eyes before you burned a hole in Nanami’s back.

You felt Haibara’s eyes on you from your right side. He had positioned himself nonchalantly earlier so that he was on the side of the walkway closest to the road. You could more than handle yourself but the gesture was kind and it made you feel a little warm and fuzzy on the inside despite the chilly autumn weather. He was too good for this world and way too trusting, “Yu, you really need to be more careful about trusting just anyone who walks up to you on the street.”

The boy tossed you a lazy grin while scoffing, “Are you saying I shouldn’t have trusted you?”

You pouted, sticking out your lower lip a little, “Well no… but what if I was a curse user? You need to be a little more critical in approaching others.” You lightly scolded.

“Finally someone with common sense.” Nanami tosses the words backwards despite neither of you realizing he was listening in. “If you won’t listen to me, listen to your friend.”

Haibara smiles a little wider at Nanami’s complaint, “Kento you say that like we’re not friends.” At Nanami’s grunt in response Haibara raises a finger up to his chin and taps it like he is thinking, “I dunno…I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

You remember him saying something similar to Geto before he fell off the deep end. “Right…just be careful. Please.” You didn’t want to sound like a nag when you just met the guy but the image of him on a gurney in the morgue keeps popping up in your mind.

“Will do!” He flashes two thumbs up and gives you a wink. You feel yourself flush at the silly gesture before returning one thumbs up back. “So y/n are you planning on enrolling at Jujutsu High? That would be so cool. You know me and Kento are a two man team-“

Nanami stops in front of a dilapidated building that looks like it used to be some sort of apartment complex. Before Nanami speaks you feel this foreboding feeling emanating off of the building in front of you. A chill runs down your arms and the hair on the back of your neck stands on its end. “We’re here. Ijichi should be here to set up our veil.” Nanami comments looking down the street for a sign of the other young man.

“Ijichi is in our grade but he’s training to be a window.” Haibara explains but you already remember the shy man from the show.

Nodding, you look up at the complex ahead. If you focus hard enough you can see the purple tendrils of an aura leaking from the area. The feeling is overwhelming and very obvious now that you’ve seen it once. It’s like a searchlight cutting through the night sky. “It’s kinda amazing that normal people can’t see this when it’s so jarringly visible to us..” you whisper. Part of you is relieved you can see cursed energy and hope that means you will be able to fight halfway decent.

Haibara looks like he is about to respond but is cut off when Nanami announces, “There he is.” A black car pulls up to the curb and turns its emergency lights on before the driver hops out in a hurry, running to where your small group is gathered in front of the complex. “You’re 15 minutes late.” Nanami states matter of factly to the newest member of your group.

The newest arrival is sweating and nervously squeezing his hands “Nanami, I’m sorry I had trouble getting ahold of one of the schools rental cars and then I ran into Gojo-“

“Just put up the veil so we can go home.” Nanami interrupted.

Ijichi stood ramrod straight before acknowledging, “Right, very sorry.” He raised his arms forming a specific hand gesture before clearing his throat, “Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.” As soon as the words were released you felt Ijichi’s aura flare followed by a dark shade of purple oozing over the apartment complex. Despite the seemingly liquid consistency it formed a half circle barrier surrounding the entire complex and its immediate surroundings.

Before Ijichi even released his seal Nanami was stepping forward, “Let’s get this over with. ” he muttered stepping through the veil and out of your vision.

Haibara grinned, glancing at you and raising a brow, “Ready to go?”

You returned his eye contact with a half smile before turning serious, “Let’s do this!” As you stepped forward after Haibara you noticed Ijichi staring at you in confusion clearly trying to place where you were from. You flashed him a quick grin and a little wave before stepping under and into the newly created veil. You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw a blush race up his neck to his pale cheeks. Ijichi really didn’t look any different than his older self. He still had the salaryman haircut and nervous expression. The only real difference was instead of his signature black and white suit in the anime he now wore the same school uniform as Nanami did.

You sped up your step a bit until you were beside Nanami before addressing him, “Is there anything I need to know before we get started?”

He glanced over at you, giving you some consideration before he responded. “Shouldn’t be anything overly difficult. Two curses, at least one family went missing before the place was evacuated. The higher ups don’t expect us to find anyone alive.” You nodded your mouth becoming a grim line as he continued, “If you have any doubts about proceeding you need to leave now.”

You rolled your shoulders before flexing your fingers a few times. Since the moment you woke up here there was this underlying current you could feel. At first it was like a soft moving static but upon Nanami’s appearance the flow began to define itself more. It wasn’t like you felt it, saw it or even heard it. This newly awakened sixth sense was an automatic involuntary function; like hearing or smelling. It just existed now and you were now left to interpret the signals. You focused on this new sense and tried flexing the current inside you. In response cursed energy raced down your arm to arc between your finger tips briefly. “I’m good.” You responded with a confidence you weren’t sure was warranted. “From the outside it looked like this place was three floors. Do we each want to take one?”

Nanami watched you as you spoke, assessing the look in your eyes and maybe even your cursed energy output. You could only guess what others could sense given your lack of experience in actually wielding cursed energy. Nanami usually took the lead in these missions but given there was a new factor that had a connection to Haibara he glanced at his friend for the response.

Beside you there was no more sign of the goofy looking golden retriever boy. Haibara’s face was serious, “Okay, Y/n If you need anything give a yell. We rely on each other to complete these missions. We may separate but we are not alone in this. Me, you and Nanami are a team now.” He maintained eye contact while he spoke before giving you a thumbs up. Even Nanami nodded in agreement, his face serious.

You couldn’t help but smile at Haibara’s words and Nanami’s concurrence. Even if this was a dream the idea of being accepted so totally by these two gave you this sense of belonging you hadn’t felt before. “Alright let’s kick some cursed ass.”

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

#QuinnyTheLibrary #WhenICatchYouGegeChapters #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #fanfic #fluff

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fite-club · 8 months

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i didn’t even want to go there, but y’know what? every single person who isn’t L, G, B, or T who explicitly mocks and maligns LGBT people who are uncomfortable with (or even acknowledges!) the word “queer” as a slur needs to shut the fuck up immediately.

this isn’t me saying “if you aren’t LGBT you’re not allowed to be part of or have a say in our community”, it’s me saying “people whose identities are more visible and more historically targeted probably have a more accurate say as to how words are being used against them”. i’m getting really tired of hearing nonbinary aroace teenagers declare that “gay is a slur too”, which is laughably untrue and out of touch.

“queer” did not start as an identity, it started as a negative adjective and an insult. it became an identity for many, but that doesn’t mean that some people still aren’t using it as an insult. i’m not “erasing queer identity” by acknowledging that queer is a slur, YOU are erasing queer history by outright denying the reality of many LGBT people. you are erasing the pain and trauma that people of your community went through. what’s so “trans-exclusionary radical feminist” about pointing that out?????

#and before ANYBODY comes for me:#I AM NOT AT ALL SAYING OR IMPLYING THAT PEOPLE ARENT ALLOWED TO USE THE WORD #THATS NOT WHAT CALLING A WORD A SLUR MEANS #queer discourse #q slur #slur discourse #lgbt discourse #queer is a slur

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victimsofyaoipoll · 8 months

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Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Misa Amane

#round 3 #poll #kairi kingdom hearts #kh kairi #kairi #kingdom hearts #misa amane #misa misa #death note

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ceoofhelaegon · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/ceoofhelaegon/732516784685596672/after-ive-finished-the-book-what-i-can-say-is?source=share

Ryan went as far as saying that he could have been a great military leader if not for the lost of his eye looool. Ryan Def didn't read the book because that mf was the reason why the greens kept taking L after L in the military front. So how could anyone unironically believe that he was this military genius 💀💀mf made it his life goal to undermine the greens the best he could, someone would even believe he was a secret black agent all along lmaoo. Like ryan thinks losing something out of you would make you lose iq points by default. Which is completely untrue he would be a flop either way.

LMAOOOOOOOOOO

Ryan is so fucking delusional, the only thing you can say that it wouldn’t have happened was him not killing Luke.

He was a brazen and obnoxious teenage Prince, he wasn’t a military leader, Criston was and when he didn’t listen to Criston…everything fell apart.

Imagine saying this shit and pretend that he’s telling a good story 💀

#ask #anon #answered

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ice-fire-or-clear · 2 years

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Further on the Edge, III.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x f!Reader (callsign Siren)

part 2 l masterlist | part 4

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Aaaaa I’m so sorry about the wait between chapters!! It’s a bit shorter than the last one, but I hope the content makes up for it! Also, I sorted through many gifs to find this one and he is just so nice to look at :^) what a good day to be in love with asshole blond pilots <3

CW: Alcohol, (that’s pretty much it, no heavy stuff here folks)

You hadn’t exactly planned on sinking another night at The O after today’s events. Your embarrassing defeat in the air and failed confrontation on the tarmac made you want to spend the rest of the night holed up in your dorm, drinking by yourself and scowling at the ceiling.

In the hours since you had landed, your rage had simmered down into indignation, and, though you would never admit it, embarrassment. Iceman’s harsh words had sent you into a tailspin. Were you really that closed off from the rest of your team? Was your frustration at your fellow pilots, the system, and the world at large that visible every time you went up in the air? Ice had a monumentally-sized ego, and he was just as vain as the rest of them, but you had to admit he had earned it. Even when he was snarking at pilots who had made stupid moves or bitching out Maverick for somehow pulling off an even more stupid maneuver, he usually had a point. Not only was he a great pilot, he was good at reading people and getting into their psyches, no matter how much they wanted to keep him out. These two things combined made Iceman an almost lethal adversary.

You were content to let these thoughts swirl around your head until you were up at 4 in the morning, but life had other plans. Unfortunately, your RIO had shown up at your door, intent on dragging you out with him. Hipcheck had promised to help you forget about what had happened during training, and you suspected that he was feeling a little homesick tonight and was desperate for a distraction. Sighing, you had gone against your better judgement and followed him, pulling on your flight jacket as you went.

Which was how you had ended up in your current position, pressed up against one side of the room and watching the crowd mix and swirl in front of you with nothing more than passing interest.

“Now this,” Hipcheck said, materializing at your side and pressing a glass in your hand, “is my favorite form of forgetting.”

You took a gulp of your drink along with him, more out of camaraderie than anything. You winced, making a face as it went down. Tequila. If you kept up like he did, you weren’t even going to remember how to fire a missile tomorrow.

“Now, Siren, I know that thing with Tom really shook you earlier, but you gotta just roll with it,” Hipcheck shouted to be heard over the music.

The use of his first name bothered you.

“He’s a dick, for sure, but I really think he was trying to help. He’s really good at figuring out how people fly, where they could get better.”

“He sure has a funny fucking way of showing it,” you frowned, but you had had the same thought yourself. Yeah, it had hurt like to hell to hear, but nothing Ice had said was untrue. And you couldn’t pretend you hadn’t made some stupid and selfish decisions in the name of maintaining a certain image.

“Hey, Hollywood, how are ya doing tonight?”

Hipcheck’s enthusiastic greeting snapped you out of your thoughts as he reached out to the other aviatior passing by with his group’s next round in his hands.

“Hey, Hipcheck. Siren.” He nodded at you. “A bunch of us are over there playing pool, if you wanna get your asses handed to you.”

Your lips twisted unpleasantly as you caught sight of the broad-shouldered white uniforms in the corner, a certain icy blonde among them. Hipcheck glanced down at you, obviously torn between wanting to both cheer you up and spend some time blowing off steam with the rest of the guys.

You sighed to yourself and smiled, hoping to ease his inner conflict. “Don’t worry about it, Hipcheck. Go over there and show Hollywood what he gets for talking out of his ass.”

That earned a laugh from both of them, and Hipcheck gave you a playful salute as he turned away.

Drinking by yourself, just as you’d hoped, but now with the added benefit of being trapped in a room crowded with loud sailors. Sighing, you made your way across the room in search of another drink. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how horribly today was today was going. You dropped into an open seat at the bar, idly tracing circles on the counter as you waited for the bartender to work through the long line of thirsty patrons.

“Siren!” A familiar voice tugged you out of your thoughts. You glanced over your shoulder to see Maverick approaching you, Goose not far behind. “Hey, we heard you really put Iceman in his place today after drills!”

“Yeah, it’s about time someone melted that glacier,” Goose said as he slid into the stool next you, looking pleased.

You smiled, appreciating their attempts to pull you out of your obvious funk. There was a reason you liked Goose and Maverick beyond their ability to get under Iceman’s skin.

“Thanks,” you sighed, “but I’m not sure that I really came out on top there. He always knows exactly what to say to piss me off, you know? It’s like he knows everything about me no matter much I try to ignore him.”

Goose and Maverick exchanged a glance.

“You know, I don’t really think he’s trying to…” Goose started to say, but seemed to think better of it.

“Well, you two really are two sides of the same coin, huh,” Maverick clapped you on your other shoulder, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “How about another drink, huh? On us this time, consolation prize for putting up with that ego.”

You vaguely wondered what the hell had gotten into them, especially with that “two-sides-same-coin” comment. You couldn’t be bothered to think too hard about it, though, especially when Maverick passed you your second drink of the night. “So, Mav, wanna tell me what the hell was up with that Broadway performance the other night?”

The pilot grinned, though you could tell he wasn’t entirely pleased with the memory. He and Goose launched into a lively retelling of all of Maverick’s failed attempts to impress your new civilian instructor, you snorting into your beer along with them. It seemed like Maverick was always looking for something to stir up, dragging a reluctant Goose along for the ride.

The conversation (and the drinks) lifted your spirits for the evening considerably. It was nice to catch up with friends and not talk about aircraft for once, no matter how much you loved flying. By the time the pair had crossed the line from buzzed to drunk, they had started giving you an exaggerated play-by-play of their unfortunate volleyball defeat, because you had to be there, Lieutenant, really, Mav was phenomenal.

Shaking with laughter, you stood up to use the restroom and found that the world seemed to be spinning around you. You leaned down precariously, swatting at Goose’s shoulder and letting him know you’ll be back. The bar had only gotten more crowded since your arrival, and the temperature of the room had risen considerably with the body heat. It only served to make your steps more unsteady as you maneuvered through the room.

Your path to and from the restroom took you by the pool table, you couldn’t help but notice. Subconsciously, your gaze slid over the others and tracked on to Iceman, always standing out a cut above the rest, even surrounded by the best pilots in the world. Always smooth, untouchable, in control.

You gave yourself a little mental shake, scowling. You should be long past the point of admiring his demeanor. It’s the exact reason for what happened during training. He knew exactly how to make you explode with only the slightest push, and nothing you hurled at him ever seemed to claw its way through.

You made yourself refocus your attention on the pilots’ whose company you actually enjoyed, sighing when you noticed the over-enthusiastic crowd of your fellow aviators that seemed to have enveloped them. Weighing your options between another drink and some fresh air, you chose the latter. Too much more time in here and you wouldn’t be having a good time during drills the next day.

The glass door sealed almost all of the noise away behind you as you stepped out onto the patio, leaning against the railing as you stared out across the ocean. The effect of the silence and the cool air was immediate; everything inside of you seemed to finally relax for the first time since this afternoon.

You couldn’t help but fall into a kind of trance as you stood out on the beach, eyes trailing over the sand and waves stretching out into the blackness. Stars dotted the horizon, intermixed with the blinking lights of planes flying overhead. You watched them pass, as fascinated by aircraft as you always had been. You couldn’t help but wonder where they had come from, or if any of them were destined for the North Island landing strip.

“Siren?”

Your spine went ram-rod straight, shoulders drawing back and tensing automatically. You hadn’t heard the noise spilling through the cracked door behind you, or the footsteps coming to rest several steps away.

You swallowed, schooling your features in a carefully neutral expression, turning your head just enough to confirm the speaker out of the corner of your eye.

“Iceman.”

He took the last few steps forward until he was level with your shoulder, still a healthy distance between you. There was another beat before he spoke. Apparently, this conversation wasn’t easy for either of you.

“About… about what happened earlier today.” He cleared his throat. The awkward tension in the room was so thick you could easily halve it with a butter knife.

Irritation flared in your gut, not an unfamiliar sensation when Iceman was near. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get to the point anytime soon, so you figured you might as well take the lead and spare the both of you. “Okay… I apologize for losing my temper out there, that was unprofessional of me.”

You were careful not to apologize for the actual words you had said.

“No, that’s not-“ He scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair, and that was when you realized how nervous he looked. It almost seemed like he had come out to ask for… something.

He blew out another breath. “You’re an excellent pilot, okay? One of the best in the world.”

You blinked. Had the earth spun off its axis?

Iceman kept going. “I know you know that, everyone knows that, but maybe I haven’t really acknowledged it until now. You put so much time and effort into becoming a better pilot, it’s like you live and breathe for it. I understand how that feels.”

He paused, and you watched his blue eyes flick over to you before continuing. “What I said after training today, don’t laugh, but I really wasn’t trying to be a dick. I know this doesn’t make me the most humble guy, but I know where people need to improve. I’m sorry that I threw such a low blow. I like flying with you, Siren. I just wish you didn’t have to make it so damn difficult sometimes.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You turned to the side, trying buy yourself some time to parse your words. Even as you struggled to hold onto your untouchable persona in front of your biggest rival, you felt it slipping from your grasp.

“Ice… I-“ You tried, but your brain was still having a hard time reconciling the arrogant, cold pilot and the open, earnest man standing in front of you.

“Siren, if you want to just forget about this conversation and everything else that’s happened, I understand. But I didn’t just come out here because Hipcheck was upset with me, I came out here because I wanted to start over.”

“Start over? Start what over?” You had finally gotten your words back.

Inexplicably, Ice seemed to be embarrassed, almost. Before tonight, that was an emotion you hadn’t thought he was capable of.

“The way I brushed you off the night before training. I didn’t realize who you were then. I just saw you, and thought you were…” he trailed off into nothing, apparently thinking better of finishing his sentence. He cleared his throat before continuing. “That’s not how I wanted our first introduction to go.”

“You had already known about me?”

“The world of naval aviation isn’t that large, Siren. And, respectfully, you being one of the few women in the field puts you on the map. Especially being in the top one percent.”

You felt that familiar prickle of indignation when Iceman mentioned your gender. While you still wished it didn’t set you apart from the other pilots so much, you could tell that this time, he was trying not to be a dick.

“Well, you’re one to talk, Iceman. Everyone’s heard about you, ice cold, untouchable, no mistakes. Though, I suppose you probably like it that way, seeing how much you hassle Maverick and everyone else.”

Ice had the good decency to look slightly embarrassed (again!), cheeks reddening as he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“You know, that’s the exact conversation I was trying to have with you that night,” you continued, reflecting on the memory. Something about seeing all of the different sides of Iceman over the last few weeks, especially tonight, allowed you to see the occasion in a different light. Almost humorously, even. “Until, like always, your ego got in the way.”

You shot him a sly smile, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. Somehow, the distance between the two of you had shrunken, and you were now standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder as you both stared out at the waves.

“Hey, I didn’t have a face to put with the name,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice as he defended himself. “And you weren’t exactly in your service uniform, either, Lieutenant.”

“Well, I don’t need to rely on my rank to get a date, Lieutenant,” you shot back as you turned to face him. “But, if I’m being honest, I think I’d like it if we could start over.”

Ice was grinning with all of those brilliant white teeth, hope written all over his face.

“Okay. I’m Lieutenant Kazansky.” He extended his hand toward you. “When we’re in the air, they call me Iceman.”

Your smile matched his own as you took his hand, grasping it in a firm handshake. Later, you would realize the irony between his callsign and how warm his hand felt in yours. “It’s nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I’m Siren.”

“Siren,” he repeated, as if it was something important he didn’t want to forget. “I look forward to flying with you.”

You bit back a giggle at his formality. Inexplicably, happiness ballooned in your chest, along with something else you weren’t sure you could name.

“I can’t think of anything I would enjoy more, Iceman.”

A/N: Thanks again for reading!! I’d love to hear your thoughts :)

part 2 l masterlist l part 4

#iceman #iceman x reader #iceman imagine #top gun imagine #top gun x reader #top gun #tom iceman kazansky #x reader #imagine #iceman x you

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