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This is just a small analysis on how Himiko Toga’s emotions influence the usage of her quirk throughout the show:
(Major spoiler warning for My Hero Academia!!!)
Himiko Toga has always loved a lot, and because of her quirk, Transform, she would express her love by drinking blood. When she drank a dying sparrow’s blood and happily showed her parents, they pressured her into suppressing her quirk, and by extension, her love, “I fall in love too easily. With animals, with villains, heroes too, boys, girls, anything alive. Because they all have such lovely blood flowing through them.” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego).
Since she wasn’t going to drink blood to show her love anymore, she started envying others, instead. She envied their quirk, their smile, their relationships, and more, “Everyone told me I shouldn’t smile, and it made me so envious” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego). A prominent example of her envy is with Izuku Midoria. She is constantly asking for his blood, and saying that it’s because she utterly and truly loves him. While this is true, she is intentionally ignoring the reason why she loves him so much, that being how she would rather be him than be herself.
The one character that she loves purely at this point in the show is Twice. But when Twice gets killed by Hawks, she ends up switching from using her powers because of envy, to using her powers because of hatred. She does so by turning into Twice and making clones of herself in order to get revenge on Hawks, along with other heroes. “Die, heroes!” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego).
Himiko Toga has now gone through three stages. Love, envy, and hatred in that order exactly. In the episode A Girl’s Ego, Ochako Uraraka manages to get Toga from hatred back to her final and first stage, love. Ochako Uraraka is the one who ends up fighting Himiko Toga, but instead of harming her, she just tries to talk. This doesn’t work, however, because Himiko Toga is way too blinded by hatred to cooperate, “I’ll make you stop talking, Ochako Uraraka!” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego). Eventually, Uraraka manages to get Toga to go back to Envy, “You seem normal because you played by the rules! You have no idea what an easy life you had!” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego). Now that Toga had went back to the stage of envy, it was easier for Uraraka to get her back to the stage of love. “Ochako, am I cute?” “The cutest in the world” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego).
Himiko Toga never stopped loving. All she needed was understanding, and that was enough to clearly see how she drank blood out of malice. It was always pure love and affection. Now that she had someone who loved her for who she was, she decided to save Ochako’s life at the expense of her own. “Thank you, Ochako. You made me so happy. Genuinely, truly happy” (Episode: A Battle Without a Quirk). In this heartbreaking scene, Himiko is shown, alive, holding a sparrow that looks exactly like the one she had drank the blood from in her past. But this one looks up at her and flies away as Himiko smiles at it. Though it’s true that she had started and ended her life loving how she wanted to, the first sparrow was dead, symbolic of how back then, Toga only knew how to take. But now that she had met Uraraka, the sparrow was alive because she knew a way to love that now benefits everybody.
“If only I had understood then. If I’d had experienced this kind of love before, maybe I would have wanted to give people blood just as much as I wanted to drink their’s. And then maybe the world would have been an easier place for me to live in.”
THE LETTER (by joud abu rashed)
Words: A single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed. Words are a way to express one’s self, they show emotion, they might hurt someone, end relationships, start wars, they can be used as a weapon, since words are an important factor of both freedom and democracy, but most importantly words impact people, either negatively or positively depending on the situation. the war has ended a year ago marking a new age of democracy, it started since poverty was spreading like an illness due to the evils of monarchy so naturally the people protested their rights using their words but they weren’t heard the government was deaf to their pleas so a war eventually broke out in order to gain justice. Chaos and confusion that’s was how I lived after all I was a child an orphan who lost both parents and any sense of peace or security I ever had. I was lost, starving, with no will to live in this cruel world. Along with the bloodshed, something happened or rather someone came and rescued me.
His name was Ashton Arlert, He was a kind man with a heart of gold. He took me in, provided me with every necessity. He taught me how to read and write, how to use a gun and protect myself just in case I find myself in a difficult position, but most importantly he gave me a will, a will to live. After years of suffering the war ended which lead me to decide to live a normal life, so I moved out to pursue my own career as a ghostwriter in a small company. You see after the war there was a huge decrease in people who knew how to write, which meant ghostwriters (especially for letters) became widely popular. My job required me to listen to people, to observe and analyze their emotions then find the right words that fit the message they want to present. I had my own life, friends, responsibilities, etc yet Ashton never left my mind, he was like a father to me and I never showed him how much I appreciated what he had done towards me so I decided to write a letter to him. I was a professional writer with tons of experience yet I struggled with it (ironic isn’t it). For days and days all I would do is stare at an empty piece of paper with a cramped hand longing for words. Needless to say I was frustrated. I wrote and I wrote as if I was running out of time but nothing, just nothing. Everything I wrote would soon become another crumpled piece of paper in the trash, till one day while the smell of my morning coffee was mixing with the smell of ink coming from my pen I suddenly found the words that I longed for. I ran to the post office with the feeling of relief in my lungs and a hint of excitement in my eyes. It was a quite night when he received the wax sealed letter, he looked at the handwriting a sense of nostalgia flooded him. He held it with his wrinkled hands as he read it with tears flooding his ocean blue eyes. The letter simply said “Thank you, Ashton, for everything. Sincerely Nadia” A simple phrase that’s all it took to bring a grown man to tears.
Sleep well knowing you are loved
'' SEND ME NO FLOWERS ,,
|| pairings: bucky barnes x gn!reader
|| warnings: fluff-ish? , really bittersweet , 1940s bucky
|| word count: 1k words
"No, please? Stay the night?"
You gave the best puppy dog eyes you could as you looked up to your partner. Your everything. Your Bucky. He was enlisted and getting sent out first thing in the morning. The two of you had gone steady a few months ago, but you'd known him for years before that.
"Dolll, I-" Bucky snorted and held you close to his chest, his forehead resting against yours before he pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. His lips gentle, and his touch was like clouds. "How can I say no t'you?"
A small chuckle left your lips as you ushered him into your home. You agreed that, after the war the two of you would get married. Move in together.. Ah, well, you don't wanna dwell on that right now. You're going to focus on the man right in front of you and that's all.
"You can't say no t'me!" You hugged his waist before pushing him down to the couch. With gentle touch, you grabbed his coat and threw it to the side. He's complained before about how it was tight and hot in it. "And I thank God for it everyday"
"You're so bad, hun"
"You love it"
In a graceful movement, you sat nicely on his lap. Your hands cupping his face as you looked over his face. Trying to remember every wrinkle, every hair, every bump and crevice. You weren't going to see him for months..
"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" The man in front of you asked with a worried smile. His hands were placed on your waist, making sure you weren't going to fall or move or anything of the sort. "Why're acting like 'n eager beaver?"
".. You promise you'll be back, right?"
A beat of silence spread between the two of you. James Buchanan Barnes left wordless for a moment. His shoulders tensed, no one would notice. No one but you. He licked his top lip before he captured your lips on his.
"I promise." He whispered against you. "I'll be back quicker than y'can say my name"
You ran a hand through his hair, it was so soft under your touch. You're going to miss moments like this. The sweet man you met gradeschool. You remembered when he was a lanky 12 year old boy, all confident at being 'the fastest kid in the whole school.' Honestly, when you were kids you didn't like him. He was a popular kid in school, everyone loved him
Except you. Which was strange for Bucky. So, of course, he made the great decision to talk to you in the library. You were reading The Great Gatsby.. Which was a heavy book for a 12 year old to read. But that just made Bucky even more enraptured with you.
Ever since then, he'd been glued to your side. After that, you, Bucky, and Steve had become a close knit trio. Everyone knew wherever you went, Bucky and Steve were close behind.
It was only inevitable that you'd fall for one of them.
Ah, well. That's enough reminiscing.. The front lines were the one place you wouldn't be able to follow Bucky to. You weren't enlisted, nor did you want to join the army. Much too violent for you. You wanted to open a bookshop for crying out loud!
"You'll stay safe though, okay, James?"
"Oh no, y'called me James, am I in trouble?" He had his signature smirk on his lips, trying to lighten the mood. It was a, uh, a failed attempt.
"Promise me."
His gaze softened as he kept his eyes locked on yours, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your back. Something he learned to soothe you one day after you had a low grade on a math test.
"I promise, doll."
A small sigh left your lips before you kissed his forehead softly. "I'll send you flowers, 'kay?"
"No."
You huffed and leaned away, your brows furrowed at his quick answer. A small frown on your face. "Why? Embarrassed of me?"
"Not one bit, doll, don't even joke like that," His grip on your waist tightened before he pulled you closer. "I don't want'cha to send me flowers, 'cause I want'cha to save that for our garden."
A small, confused chuckle left your lips. "Garden?"
"When we live together after the war," He whispered and kissed your lips, a quick soft one. "We'll have a big garden, somethin' we can take care of together."
"Buck-"
"We'd have the best front yard in the whole neighborhood," His eyes bore into yours. His blue eyes locked on yours as he looked at you.. Only love and admiration. Unlike his usual teasing nature, he looked at you as if you're the only person in the world. As if he wasn't leaving the next day. In fact, he looked at you as if you'd spend your whole life together..
That was his plan, at least.
"So no flowers, got it, sweetheart?"
You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, your forehead resting against his. "I got it."
"Doll?"
"What is it, Bucky?"
"I love you."
Your heart skipped a beat before a giggle escaped your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you placed scattered kisses around his face. You've said you "i love you's" before. But the magic hasn't weared off, not for you at least. Not ever.
"I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you more then you'll know."
The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a while. Quiet conversations between you two before Bucky carried you to your room. Where the both of you cuddled all night and whispered sweet nothings to each other.
You kept him close, stealing away any and all his warmth in the dark of the night.
Sadly, the morning came by, and your Bucky was swept away. Of course, he spared you a kiss before he had to go, promising he'd be back before you could say his name.
If only that promise was kept.
I LOVE 1940S BUCKY. I WANT A WHOLE AHH SERIES ABT 1940S BUCKY BARNES. :(((
I’m reflecting. Where old relationships just don’t seem to click anymore, and others grew with me. Currently at a stand still with a long time friend, feelin’ bittersweet. Orlando, Fl February 18, 2015. #bittersweet #photography #imissthis #past (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvyl2kiBmYF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wp70ggytazkt
Resplendent
word count: 1220
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Female! Metkayina! Na'vi Reader Tags/warnings: Fluff, angst, bittersweet, established relationship, adult reader, adult Neteyam, no smut Summary: Neteyam quietly watches you from the shore as you perform a ritual dance in the water, to the utter delight of your daughters.
Author's Note: Set some time after the big battle. Also moved those events further ahead. You and Neteyam are mated and have children before the RDA attacks the reef. Got inspired by the song~
Sa’nu - mum, mommy
Tahni - bioluminescent freckle
Close your eyes.
Deep breathes.
Remember the moves.
Remember the words...
Your heart thrums in your chest almost painfully. You take a deep, slow, calming breath; placing a hand over your heart.
“Sa’nu? Are you okay?”
You open your eyes, looking down to meet the gaze of your youngest daughter. The cool water of the sea comes up to her neck. Sweet thing. You told her, she and her sister could watch you from the shoreline. But they were persistent to be as close to you as possible. The water barely reaches your hips.
You offer a soft smile, reaching down and affectionately stroking her hair.
“I’m okay…Don’t worry my little star. Mommy’s just nervous.” The 5-year-old beams up at you with a toothy grin. Your 6-year-old beside her pats you on the arm.
“You practiced aaaaall the time! You got this.” She offers you her own encouraging smile. You give her an appreciative nod before facing the shoreline once more. You return your face to neutrality, closing your eyes once again.
You hear the disturbance of the water as your daughters move a bit to the side to give you more space to move.
With one final calming breath, you open your mouth and begin the song cord of your family.
---
Neteyam stands under the shade of a nearby tree on the shoreline. His arms are crossed as he watches the three of you.
The evening breeze carries your voice to him. He stands up straight when the sound hits his ears.
When you sing, it reminds him of the melody of birdsong in spring. No matter how many years may pass between you two, every time he hears you play the instrument of your heart, he feels like he could fall in love with you all over again.
He takes in your form as you start swaying in the water, admiring you from top to bottom.
Your hair, thick and long, reaching all the way down to your knees; you and your sisters spent what must have been hours, braiding it into the intricate patterns now adorning your head.
Even from this distance, he can still make out the faint markings of the tattoos framing your face. Though today you also have a thin line of white painting the centre of your face. You could have mud smeared all over and he would still find you to be the most beautiful woman; you have him convinced you are blessed by Eywa herself.
You arms move slow and with purpose through the air; attuned with the words as they fall from your lips.
Your soft lips.
How he wishes he could kiss you right now.
You dip down, submerging your arms into the water. In one fluid motion, you rise back up to your feet, the motion you perform with your hands and arms bring water up with you as you rose. Your arms are stretched out to your sides as you pirouette.
Neteyam’s heart skips a beat as he watches you, and it’s as if time itself slows, just so he can drink in the beauty of your very being.
With your back to eclipse, your front is cast in shadow.
The water falls around you in a shimmering curtain of rain. The last light of eclipse hits the smooth stones woven into the fabric on your chest; causing a cascade of colours to dance across your skin. And when the sun disappears, your tahni come to life like the brilliance of dawn.
It’s one of his most favourite parts of your body. Though you had the scattered stars as did all Na’vi, for reasons he attests only to being blessed by Eywa, you have thin bioluminescent swirls weaving itself around your arms, chest, and all down your legs. To him it’s like a faint galaxy glittering in the night.
He recalls fondly the memory of him knowing each and every star on your body intimately.
And in the fading light of the day do you shine before him. Resplendent as you are in the day, so too will you dazzle the world around you in the darkness of the approaching night.
His heart throbs something fierce when you open your eyes after dipping into the water once more. Even behind the curtain of water, or the netting of the fabric draped over your head, your eyes glow with a fierceness he knows all to well. It pierces his very soul, a warmth sweeping over him.
He drinks you in more as you bend your form this way and that. He wishes he knew the intricacies of your dance; understood what each fluid motion meant, the significance of each swish of your tail, or the ways you angle your hands and bend your fingers.
You close your eyes as you near the end of the cord song.
As you perform another twirl, you playfully swat the water with your thick tail, splashing your daughters.
Their uncontrollable gigging brings a smile to your face. You open your eyes as you continue to dance, giving them a loving look. They’re splashing each other with reckless abandon as they try to imitate your moves. You can’t help the unrestrained laughter their antics bring you.
Neteyam laughs quietly to himself as he watches his girls playfully flay about in the water. Every day since their birth he’s given thanks to both you and the Great Mother for blessing him with such miracles. He hadn’t thought it was possible to love something as much as he loved you.
He feels a stray tear fall down his cheek. But he doesn’t move to wipe it away. Instead he continues to smile as he watches your song and dance coming to its conclusion.
You turn to face the horizon, and his gaze drifts to his girls.
They’re singing something he can’t quite make out, but he loves the sound nonetheless.
And when their eyes meet his, finally noticing his presence, they wave at him wildly, giggling all over again.
His smile grows wider, and he offers them a small wave back.
---
One final pose, and you hold the final note of your song, eyes still closed. You hold that note until your lungs and throat burn.
You hear the excited cheers of your daughters as they shower you with praise. Your breathing is laboured as your heart pounds in your chest, but you offer them a bow and a small smile of gratitude.
You turn yourself to the horizon before you finally open your eyes. The ritual dance has come to and end.
You rub the cool ocean water on your cheeks, in your neck, and down your arms; all in an effort to cool you down from your laborious activity. You breath deep in from the nose, and slowly exhale through your mouth, calming your rapid heartbeat.
The girls still giggle beside you, resuming their unrefined dancing; now also singing their favourite lullaby in lieu of a songcord.
Sufficiently cooled off, you turn your head to your daughters to admire them in their silliness.
Your brow nits in slight confusion though, when you see them waving at something behind you, giggling all the while.
You turn around, curiosity in your eyes.
But the shoreline is just as empty as when you arrived.
---
Author's Notes: It was a private funeral dance 😢
you began the game i told you about. i didnt even think you remembered it. i miss you
~A Letter To a Decepticon~
To think…to think I loved you.
Of course I love you…but…
I don’t know how I feel about you anymore.
I miss those optics that looked into my own.
I miss the way you put an arm around me.
I felt so warm.
I miss how your laugh could light up a room.
I miss how tired you were and how you would nestle into me.
I miss having you beneath me.
I want you back.
But yet I can’t.
As a prime I can’t let my emotions & past effect me and my autobots.
But when I look into those optics and see your face.
I wish to see your smile.
I wish to see that passion you showed me that night.
I wish I could hold you.
I wish…I wish I still loved you.
…Bro…
dO YoU hAtE mE oR nOt?!
Flash back Friday
Wow! This is one of my most favorite selfies of myself. 1) think my hair looks cute 2) those sunglasses were the BEST 💔 3) still had my cute Ford Focus 💔💔💔 4) those were my favorite bracelets EVER but I have no idea where they went 💔💔 5) that time in my life I was pretty darn happy & had decent amount of $
So it's very bittersweet photo to look at
11:11
I'd rather love and be hurt, than to never have felt the emotion.
Let's pick some and smear it on our hands like 10 years didn't just pass us by
Ape Trouble
A well educated and mild mannered ape finds himself without a job, home, or a friend. Through his many adventures, though, he finally finds one out of the three that means the most.
There are endings, and there are endings.
-
It was snowing, I think, that last day. Snowing the way it hadn’t yet, that year.
The thing with snow:
It wipes away everything you’ve left behind,
Buries it,
like a pirate burying hoarded gold.
We lay down our half-finished hopes, the midnight musings we’d incanted into streetlight-lit hollowness.
Hello! we cried. We are here. We are
Here,
Like footprints in the mud and the branches of a fallen tree jutting up from the ground, we are
Here.
There was moonlight, stealing away our
whispers
like the wind borrows secrets,
like a faerie steals a child.
-
Count down from five, love.
The snow is falling, and the stars are bright, and
the moon is listening.
Count down from five—
promise me you’ll remember this is not the
ending it seems to be.
-
—this is what it means to begin (y.c.)
Another playlist I made :) Photography on the cover does not belong to me.
Please let him go.
You were not meant to be this way.
You should be glowing, flowing through stars and space.
Not sitting tired in a corner, away from everything.
Away from life.
You have years ahead .
Millennias to conquer.
He is but a fleeting dream.
A flash in the evening sky.
Gone as fast as he came,
Never too close to feel the warmth.
So please let him go.
There's no way he'll come back.
Or think of you.
Or wish you'd wait.
He's gone on.
And now you should do the same.
Let him go.
For far more adventures await you.
And I promise your broken heart will feel less broken,
day by day.
Let him go.
Let him go.
Just let go.
Let me drown in the cold wind of solitude A shiver of pleasant memory, I feel The heat of anger subsides Although the path is destructive and forlorn A breath is what I need Relief from the crushing helplessness Wind was numbing and parasitic
For a bright second sun shines But then the betrayal resurfaces I plummet into the seemingly never ending tunnel of despair Tumbling and falling but I try to hold on But the shadow is all I can see and I can’t outrun it Because it is attached to me
These cuts and wounds of joy are treasured souvenirs They remind me of my loss,my downfall Their presence pains me But I couldn’t afford parting I love it I hate it The bittersweet memory
Till Death Do Us Part
A Dr. Stone Zombie Apocalypse AU
Pairing: Senku Ishigami x Reader
Genre: Angst | Tragedy | Bittersweet Romance
Playlist: "Die With a Smile" – Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
The world ended in a single breath.
A virus swept through civilization like wildfire, turning friends, family, and strangers alike into mindless, rotting creatures—walkers that hungered for flesh. It was a fate worse than death, a nightmare that never ended.
You were only fourteen when the virus struck.
The day the world crumbled, you stood beside your best friends—Senku, Taiju, and Yuzuriha—watching helplessly as everything fell apart. You remembered the screams, the chaos, the way society shattered like fragile glass.
You remembered how Byakuya Ishigami, Senku's father, the one who guided you to safety, succumbed to the infection. You remembered your own parents, their voices, their warmth—both ripped away by the disease.
By some cruel twist of fate, you and your friends survived. Not because you were lucky, but because of Senku.
It was his father's influence that gave you all a place to the base—a place fortified enough to keep the walkers out. It was Senku's relentless genius that gave you a purpose: to create a vaccine.
For years, he worked hard. he scavenged, researched, experimented.
Senku never stopped.
Even when you begged him to rest, even when he burned himself out, he refused. Because in Senku's mind, science was humanity’s last hope. And you—his best friend, his partner, the only one who could keep up with his brilliance—you stood by him through it all.
Until everything went to hell.
The vaccine was nearly complete. It lacked only one crucial material, a component that didn’t exist within the safety of the base.
So, you all left—a team of scientists and soldiers venturing into the ruins of the old world to retrieve it.
And one by one, you lost them.
Taiju—your brother in all but blood—was ripped apart protecting you. Yuzuriha—sweet, kind, full of hope—was devoured before your eyes.
And now, you and Senku were all that remained.
Blood stained his white coat as he held onto the finished vaccine formula, his breath ragged, his hands trembling.
You knew something was wrong.
You saw the way he gripped his left forearm, how his fingers trembled over a deep, festering bite wound.
No.
"Senku... tell me you didn’t—"
His ruby red eyes softened. The one you never seems to get tired of looking at. A small, tired smile played on his lips.
"Sorry, Y/N." His voice was hoarse. "Looks like I lost to the numbers game this time."
Your entire world shattered.
This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.
"Senku, no. You—You’re a scientist! You can—!" Your voice broke, hands clutching his arm as if you could stop the virus from spreading. "You can fix this, right? Tell me you can fix this!"
He exhaled slowly. "You know I can’t."
Tears blurred your vision. You shook your head violently, refusing to accept this.
"I won’t let you die," you choked out. "I won't let you turn into one of them."
Senku took your hand—his fingers were cold, weaker than ever before.
"Then you have to be the one to end it," he murmured.
Your breath hitched.
"Y/N, listen to me." His voice was steady, even as his body trembled. "This formula—this is it. This will save them. You have to take it back to the base."
He reached for your gun, pressing it into your shaking hands.
"And before I turn," he continued, "you need to—"
"NO!" Your scream echoed through the abandoned city.
You backed away, eyes wide with horror, shaking your head over and over.
You couldn’t do it.
You wouldn’t do it.
"You idiot," you whispered, voice breaking. "You think I could ever shoot you? You think I’d ever be able to pull the trigger?"
Senku exhaled a soft, bitter chuckle. "I had a feeling you'd say that."
He didn’t protest when you grabbed rope from your pack and tied him up, hands and feet restrained, his mouth gagged to keep him from biting.
Because if you couldn’t save him, if you couldn’t stop the inevitable—
You could at least keep him with you.
With the vaccine in your hands and Senku’s undead form tied to a leash, you returned to the base alone.
You can remeber it, when you were making the vaccine itself, how the light in Senku's eyes slowly dimmed and how he gave up to the virus, you can't take it, damn, you can't let him go.
The guards saw the state you were in—bloodied, hollow-eyed, barely able to stand—and rushed to meet you.
"Y/N—where’s the rest of the team?"
You didn’t answer.
You shoved the vaccine into their hands, voice hoarse.
"Take this. Give it to the higher-ups."
They hesitated. "Y/N, come inside please—"
"No."
Your grip tightened on the rope holding Senku. You turned away, ignoring their calls.
Your journey wasn’t over yet.
.
.
.
.
You walked for miles, dragging Senku’s reanimated body behind you.
And when the sun began to set, you finally reached that place.
The very spot where, years ago, Senku had successfully launched a that rocket into space, sending four tiny dolls—you, him, Taiju, and Yuzuriha—beyond the earth.
You remember being with him and Taiju while he asks for some advice, going as far as to send spam messages all over the world. You remeber helping him with his english grammars to properly message Dr. X, a NASA scientist who became Senku's mentor.
Your breath hitched.
You untied Senku’s restraints, leaving only the gag in place.
Slowly, hesitantly, you pulled him into a tight embrace, his decayed body stiff against yours.
Your fingers trembled as you ran them through his previoulsy white with green tips hair that seriously looks like a leek, now an ash-white color so dull and dirty you can't even see the green anymore, pressing your forehead against his.
Tears streamed down your face.
"You're probably scolding me right now, aren’t you?" you whispered.
Senku’s lifeless, ruby red eyes stared back at you.
You let out a broken laugh. "Calling me illogical, saying this is stupid, that I'm a total idiot—"
Your voice cracked.
"But Senku... you were always the logical one," you whispered. "So it’s my job to be the illogical one."
Your fingers brushed against your gun.
The gun you never used.
A memory surfaced—a flashback, a quiet promise you had made years ago.
"If you die, Senku... I’ll follow."
"Tch. That’s dumb, Y/N. You should keep living."
"There's no way I can do that... no... I know for a fact that I can't... there's no point in it"
"Y/N—"
"Till death do us part, Senku."
You reached for the gag, voice trembling.
"I love you," you whispered. "And if I have to become a monster to be with you—"
You pulled the gag free.
"Then so be it."
His teeth sank into your flesh.
You didn’t scream.
You didn’t fight.
You simply held him tighter, letting the infection take you, letting the world fade into darkness.
Because in the end—
You had promised.
" Till death do us part. I love You Senku Ishigami "
" Thats seriously 10 billion percent illogical... "
" Just say it back you leek... "
"... i love you too, (L/n) (Y/n) ....
Till death do us part".
~END
Holy damn :)
Some people just know how to do birthday cards.
Sweet Dreams
Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader
Synopsis: Lilia was certainly strange, visiting you out of the blue- saying things you could easily mistake for something loving. Truly, he was peculiar. Yet, it wasn't yet another prank- he had his reasons. After all, he couldn't see you suffer. Thus, he didn't let you suffer. With a sweet song and a bit of magic, you were lulled into his comforting arms.
TW: None, just fluff! (a little bittersweet at the end though, maybe-)
A serene morning; raven's cawing outside, Grim yawning as he clings to you, and the ghosts chattering outside your room. This was the usual for Ramshackle mornings, well except for the questionable singing outside. You'd just awoken, lashes fluttering open as you tried to pry Grim off of you. You sighed as his form wouldn't budge, sleepy rambles of tuna spilling from his mouth.
You stretched your tired body trying to accommodate to the chilly morning. Still, what was that strange noise- no, singing outside? It wasn't ghastly, quite the opposite actually. it sounded as though someone was singing lullabies- whoever it was must've been confused about the time of day, it was clearly morning.
Raising a brow in confusion you woke grim up who huffed angrily and complained about how lovely his dream was.
"Huh!? My tuna! W-where is my tuna and my servants!?" Grim exclaimed before you picked him up by the scruff.
"It was a dream, Grim. We have stranger things to worry about than tuna and you having servants." You said nonchalantly, a yawn escaping your lips.
"There's someone singing something outside." You spoke to wish Grim's ears twitched as if he was trying to listen.
"Henchman, you're right! But why're they singin' a lullaby in the morning?" Grim asked, his paw's rising up to jab you- commanding you to let him go. You sighed as you released him- he etched towards the nearest window to go peek at who was outside, and yell at them to stop.
"There's nothin' here." he said, to which you responded with a raised brow. You began to march over to the window too, certainly there was someone or something outside- music didn't just spawn without a source.
"What do you mean there's nothing? There has to be someone-" He was right, no one was outside neither was there something that could generate music. You and Grim glanced at each other in confusion then looked outside the window once more, in sync.
Out of the blue, a head popped up in front of you- upside down.
"Good morning, how's the day for you two?" You both only shrieked in response, backing away from the window- you swore your heart thumped three times faster. That is until you realized, that was Lilia and not one of the ghosts playing a prank on you- it didn't make the ache on your bum any better from falling down though.
"Lilia!? Why are you- what are you doing here," You said, quickly pausing to glance at the old clock to check the time before continuing. "at seven in the morning?" You asked with a huff, Grim nodding at your side- both your and Grim's arms crossed in sync, to which Lilia heartily laughed. He quickly got off your roof and began to float outside your window- this wasn't the morning you were expecting and you did mind, sort of.
"Well I merely thought it would be a lovely idea to visit you, isn't that what you do with loved ones?" He said, his tone filled with mischief and a cheeky warmth. At his mention of 'loved ones' your cheeks flared up, a wide-eyed stare following suit. Nevertheless, you brushed it off, realizing that he could very well mean a dear friend.
That stung.
"Not by scaring them first thing when they wake up, anyways-" You began after composing yourself, only to be cut off by Grim.
"Hey, were you the one singin' outside?"
"I certainly was, good ears." He winked before continuing once more. "I thought it would be a lovely gift for the prefect. I've heard that singing for the one you love is a form of endearment, no?" With that, he disappeared with another, cheekier, wink.
Grim simply nodded, still half-asleep- you did too, for a second that is, until you realized what he said. His words played in your mind: 'the one you love'. A soft blush coated your face yet you said nothing. You probably misunderstood him, he meant friend- that was it for sure. You should stop getting these wried thoughts.
Just a friend. Right?
A sigh escaped your lips as you got ready for classes, Grim draped across the couch as he napped for a while.
After your classes, the Adeuce duo's shenanigans, random tasks from Crowley, reminders that overblots could still take place, and Grim's constant yapping about tuna- you were simply tired.
You were ready to go back to ramshackle, climb into bed and not get up till late- mainly because there were no classes tomorrow, you couldn't remember why. With a tired smile you left a talkative Grim at Heartslabyul for the night as you treaded for Ramshackle yourself, ready to plop onto your bed and forget everything that took place around you.
The urge to just disappear from all your problems.
Upon entering Ramshackle, you felt so comfortable- not like you normally didn't, but there was something different. You weren't sure exactly what it was, but your dusty old room- it felt mystic. It was as if someone or something magical has visited your room, blessing it it with a sweet sleep spell. You were tired, yes, but rather than groggily falling asleep, you felt as if you were lulled to sleep.
As if someone was singing you a lullaby, cradling you in comforting arms.
Tired eyes fluttered, struggling to stay awake, scared to miss something- someone. A small yawn escaped your lips as you began to fall from the need to sleep.
Endearing.
Before you could fall on the hard ground, a pair of arms caught you- a cheeky smile etched onto Lilia's lips as he held your sleeping from. A soft sigh released as he continued to sing, only now actually entering your chambers. After all, what kind of lover would let his beloved fall?
A sweet hum left his lips as he finished his song, his arms cradling you one last time before placing you on your bed. A soft kiss was planted on your forehead, a kiss to keep away nightmares.
He'd felt wrong in the past, entering your chambers as he cradled you to sleep- his beloved crying in his arms. It could be immoral to enter someone's room, yet how could he leave? Nightmares plagued you every single night, Grim noticed too- thus clinging to you in desperation to comfort you, when sleeping at Ramshackle.
With no choice left, A sleeping spell was cast in the dorm by Lilia, ever since the day he noticed how these horrid dreams affected you. You'd toss and turn, cry and mumble in sleep. Maybe fear from overblots? Perhaps homesickness? Or maybe it was pure lonlieless.
Whatever it was, Lilia was there- whether you realized it or not. A soft, blessed, tune to sing you to sleep.
As his usual night routine went, tucking you to bed and leaving- he propped himself up from your bed as he prepared to return back to Diasomnia. Yet, a soft tug at his sleeve stopped him; an incoherent mumble from your lips as your brows furrowed- still asleep.
Therefore, a kiss was placed on your lips- a spell.
Now your nightmares were his to keep, a gift in his eyes- for as long as you didn't suffer, he'd remain content.
Before leaving, he sung one last song.
"Sweet dreams"
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A bouquet of love
I walked down this path with nothing to offer. While everyone walked hand in hand with someone, their fingers intertwined like their souls, I walked with my hand loosely fisted. Perhaps my hand was somehow like my heart...- empty.
A few steps I took and saw you drenched in sunlight, leaning on a tree oblivious to the world, focused on something in the distance. The sunlight weaved through the leaves to kiss your face.
I was so enchanted by your beauty that I barely noticed the flower that seemed to sprout out of my fist. What a beautiful flower! I looked up to find you on the move, and I couldn't help but follow you through the woods.
You seemed to be in search of something.. Love maybe?
All you have to do is turn around, love.
A light breeze blew through and waltzed with a stray strand of your hair. Oh! The dance was so graceful that I almost turned a blind eye to the second daisy blooming out of my fist.
The next stop you made was in a clearing. You were intently admiring a few roses. The foliage forming an abstract creation of shadows and the wind whistling as if teasing you. I guess the teasing worked because I bet I saw a blush creep onto your cheeks! She's looking at you, you idiot!
And now it was my turn to blush.
You walked towards me just as another flower was about to bloom out of my fist.... I secretly hoped it to be a rose, given the way you looked at them adoringly. You seemed to take longer strides with an urgent pace.. As if you wanted reach someone quicker. Yes!
You walked with purpose.. Walked with a smile on your face. You walked right... Past me?
Into the arms of...
Another man?
I looked down to my fisted hand to see the flower blooming into yet another daisy. The daisy swayed in the light breeze and bathed in the soft sun. Tiny dew drops dotted its petals. It looked as innocent as my love for you.
I tore the bloomed daisies from my hand, tied them together and placed them where you stood. It seemed the only spot fit for me to bury my love and the only place fit for me to offer my bouquet of love...- at its grave.
As you all but skipped away with your lover who offered you a love of the likes of a rose, a passionate red luring you in to keep you happy till you prick yourself on a thorn, I could do nothing but stare at my bouquet of love and watch as the daisies withered wilted.
This is an original piece written by me. Comments and critique will be appreciated😁
I blame @thirteene42 for giving me evil inspiration
💔 it hurts so much 🥺
i wouldn’t marry me either
"Sweet moments can lead to bittersweet feelings."
© - Shelovesskiez
A belated farewell
The alley doesn't belong to me anymore, but I belong to it forever; it holds a part of me that will always stay there; if not there, then in my memories, which will not be so clear after a while, but it will be there, and it would feel like home. The familiar smell, excitement to see snowfall, getting drenched in rain without any worries, stargazing, sneaking out just to see a pretty afterglow. I always had a place where I could run back after a tiring day. I'm lucky enough that I got to call it home. I'll surely go back, but I don't want to see the changes. I don't want to feel hostile in my own home. I said goodbye, and all my heart said was to stay, if not forever, then just for a while.
Parting is such a bittersweet feeling, but eventually, we will all part ways from our loved ones, our favorite places, and our feelings. All we will have are nostalgic memories of them. I'm not ready to bid farewell. I guess I would never be, but I have to say goodbye.
Goodbye, my home. You're not calling me back again, but my heart is always waiting to be back. I never knew just a stack of bricks with a few divisions, doors, and windows could be so beautiful. Home is a feeling. Thank you for making me feel like I belong to you. Goodbye until next time. I'll visit you when I'll achieve something great and will roam around like a silly human again.
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
© - Shelovesskiez
Catching his eyes
Denji angst time!!!
The soft light filters in through the nearby window, casting pillars of light onto his soft blonde hair. His expression is surprisingly tranquil as he sleeps, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open lightly. Although this reveals razor sharp teeth, it seems unthreatening in this morning light. Seeing Denji this peaceful almost makes it worth it. Almost.
When he came to you in the middle of the night to lament to you about his suffering, you found it almost impossible to turn him away. As always, you would be his comfort when he had nowhere else to turn. You wanted to help him, after all, you knew how hard he always had it. He had once told you that you were similar to his old dog, whom he could share his dreams with. That you would always listen to him. That’s what you wanted to be for him. But it was so damn hard. Afterall, these dreams of his always starred a girl he could never quite get, and one you could never quite be.
Makima.
“Makima.”
As you said it quietly to yourself, even the name felt wrong on your tongue. It felt like poison, a slow working but fatal poison. Perhaps that is what it was to your relationship with the confused boy in front of you. As he slept on your couch, you could almost imagine that her name would never cross his lips again. But of course, you doubted when he actually rose for the morning that it would take more than five minutes for her name to be brought up by the excited boy. Sometimes you wondered if it was actually love in his heart for the red haired woman, or he simply didn’t know how to express his true feelings. Despite all the time he had spent pouring out his heart to you, you still weren’t quite sure.
When had this happened to you? When had you allowed yourself to fall into this confusing chaotic relationship that would never be a relationship? Afterall, Denji was unaware of your feelings. Even if he knew, he was eager for romance so he might accept even with no feelings of reciprocation. The flame in his heart would always burn bright for the girl with the golden eyes. Before Denji, you had never seen Makima in this way. In your brief interactions with her, she had always seemed untouchable, but not unkind. She seemed to still care for her job and the people around her. Yet now, Denji had put a filter over your eyes. Sometimes you could see what he saw, you could see why she was so perfect. Still untouchable, but now she was worthy of adoration, worthy of worship. It was true, you could see why Denji had easily fallen for her. And yet the pain in your heart whenever she came into your gaze remained.
Perhaps it wasn’t just seeing her. It was seeing him. His expression. His adoration. He was usually so loud, so obnoxious, so uncaring about others’ opinions. Yet around her, he grew silent. Respectful. This was a phenomenon you had never seen Denji experience with anyone else.
Its not that you wanted that with him. You didn’t want Denji’s worship. Even asking for his love felt too much. Perhaps you just wanted his consideration. Just wanted to be in the running for his affection.
Sometimes you could imagine it was there. When he came to you late at night, and you would offer him tea made with way too much sugar (just the way he likes it), a piece of toast with his favorite jam, and a patient ear; you could just barely see it. Just hardly there, glimmering below the surface, you could see something. Some emotion in his eyes. You didn’t quite know what it was. You didn’t want to give yourself false hope, but just like him, you liked to dream.
Afterall, there had to be a reason he came to you. There had to be. Something inside of you refused to accept his reason of “Power would make fun of me” or “No way I’m talking to Topknot, he’s my rival!”. You never considered yourself an egotistical person, but you had to be special. Denji wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise. You were his confidant, a role you took with honor. You would always be there you this strange boy who had wormed his way into your heart.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound of an alarm startled you from your thoughts, even startling Denji awake as well. As you walked over to click it off, you heard him groan lightly.
“Ugh, thanks for setting an alarm for me. Aki would be on my ass if I was late again”.
There it was again. You didn’t think you’d heard him say “thank you” to anyone else but you. And of course, Makima. But that had to mean something, didn’t it?
“No problem. Do you want some breakfast before you head out?”
Your eyes dragged over his tired frame. He was still dressed in his public safety uniform, although much more disheveled now. His tie was undone, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and everything he was wearing was wrinkly. If you had more time, you would offer to fix his clothes for him, even going as far as to get out your rarely used iron, sitting forgotten in your closet. However, you knew he was under a time crunch, so his heavily creased clothes would have to do. His eyes, though they looked tired, lit up slightly at the prospect of food. A fleeting thought crossed your mind about how you wished he would look at you like that. How pathetic you are.
“Hell yeah! But it’ll have to be pretty quick or I won’t have time to get back to Aki’s before work.” He grinned as he spoke though, clearly more excited about breakfast than worried about what Aki would do to him if he was tardy. You turned your back to him, rummaging through your cabinets to find the baked goods you had procured yesterday. Although giving them to Denji would require you to go out again for food sooner than you expected, it would be worth it. Despite the fact he would probably never reciprocate your emotions, you would still always yearn to keep him happy and healthy. You would remain on the sidelines for him, if it meant you could see his delighted smile become a constant.
As you turned back to him, that very smile was on his face, his eyes aglow with happiness. Even if it wasn’t for you, you’d take it. You knew Denji would continue to come as long as you’d let him, seeking someone to listen to and in turn help him understand his complicated emotions. And you intended to always be there when he looked. You just wished he was looking at you for a different reason. And some part of you, would always wish to be the girl with the red hair and golden eyes.
Cotton Candy
Her love was like cotton candy
It was soft and saccharinely sweet
Mixed with passionate pinks
Once I took a bite
It melted on my tongue
Just like cotton candy
Her love was like cotton candy
It was delicately sirupy
And it melted my weak heart
After just a few more bites
Nothing remained
Just like cotton candy
I’m feeling such secondhand bittersweetness right now; 100 episodes of an awesome show is a great accomplishment, and I’m happy we got this far. All the same, I can’t help that endings are always sad--like, I’ve heard that whole “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened” quote, and I often think about it, but still. But at the same time, the end hasn’t even properly started for us yet; it’s just over for the actors and camera people and such. I imagine the editors have a fair amount of work ahead still (shoutout to my editing peeps ;) (I work as a video editor for a local historical society)). Still, I’m glad I found Gotham when I did, and it’s been a fun ride.
I mean, it’s crazy because I just started watching this summer, but it’s cool to be here now to go through the end as part of the fandom. It’s rare that I’m caught up and active in a fandom, especially at such a climactic time. I mean this was a couple of days ago now, but still. In the broader span of fandom history... I was here, watching as Gotham ended. I feel like I’m standing with my fandom dramatically perched on a rooftop gazing into the sunset as chaotic explosions bloom around us in the encroaching night.
@tvline
Happy 100th episode, @GothamOnFox! 🦇 .
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I'm sad that canonly we don't really know much about Monk Gyatso.
Well, that's what fanfics are for.
All I want is what is best for him.
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But what we need is what's best for the world.
Aang & Monk Gyatso for Inktober 2021 Day 9 - Pressure
"Please teach me the arcanem! So I can be healthy again. And maybe mom won't cry as much."
a bittersweet ending, don't you think?