(Obviously, this post contains spoilers. Like 90% of everything I post. Be warned.)
After I made a friend watch RWBY and told her nobody would die (I know that’s the cruelest thing I ever did I’m so sorry) and of course people died in volume 3 and it kinda hit her (she’s still fucking mad), I made a list of every death in volume 4 so she can be prepared before she watches it. Left out some grimm. Enjoy.
Every death in volume 4 (that came ot my mind)
a whole village… men, women, children, all of them (offscreen)
actually more than one village
some poor farmboy’s sanity
whoever used to wax Mercury’s eyebrows (offscreen)
Tyrian’s sanity (offscreen)
some other parts of Tyrian
Ruby’s cloak (offscreen)
Raven’s chance of ever winning a mother of the year award
black sun shippers
black sun, according to bumblebee shippers
peace between black sun shippers and bumblebee shippers
the sanity of all renora shippers, but I think they’re okay with it
Blake, to some of us
Sun, to some of us
Yang, to some of us
Tai, to some of us
the FNDM, to many of us
Whitley, to all of us
all the respect we had for Jaques Schnee
all the hate still left for Weiss Schnee you precious girl
TV TROPES »almost kiss: It just may be the cruelest, most frustrating thing a writer could ever pull. Two characters are finally about to bring all their shippers’ dreams to fruition. They’re about to resolve all the UST and cross the “Just Friends” line, at last. They’re staring mesmerized into each others’ eyes, inching forward ever so slowly, less than a millimeter away from lip-to-lip contact. This is it, the fans scream in their minds. They’re finally going to kiss! And then… They don’t.
One of the most beautiful and at the same time cruelest things in the world is falling in love with a fictional character.
Falling for their thoughts, for the way they talk and their deepest secrets which they only share with you.
Getting to know them better by each page, forming an idea of their facial expressions and making up conversations with them when no one is around.
And sometimes, you will spot someone on the street, with hair just like this character or a smile that reminds you of your daydreams and your heart will ache in the most hurtful way because you will never see all that characteristics combined in one person.
// maybe at another time, in another world…
Lucifer is all about choice. And he just found out that Chloe didn’t really have a choice, at least in his mind, of loving him or caring about him. Meanwhile, Chloe just finally kissed this guy, that she’s been fighting herself against and then finally got an intimate connection with him and the end of 12 it’s all, there’s just genuine connection between them. And then she gets sick, and when she wakes up – he’s gone. So, from her perspective – she’s missed all this story. *He’s a jerk - Ildy* So there’s some righteous anger and a lot of other things on Chloe’s side and then Lucifer’s side he’s on a journey of trying to figure out what do you do now? And in his mind, he’s in a protective mode of her because how he feels is that if God sent her, she has no choice in her feelings so they’re not real. And that’s not fair to her. So he’s like “how do I break this, how do I undo? How do I undo it for her sake?” She doesn’t deserve to have been put on a burden called Lucifer. She was put on his path, she deserves to make her own choice but how do you do that when she is sort of chosen to love you but… it’s that ultimate conundrum. For somebody who is about free will, that’s his thing, that’s all he is. He’s like “this is the cruelest thing you could’ve done is put her in my path” but what’s ironic is that of course, she’s the only human who is immune to his powers so everything was her choice but he just doesn’t understand himself. That’ll be the thrust of our midseason premier and that’ll push the dynamic for the last 5 episodes.
It was difficult to feel alive in the world today.
The world was a cold, desolated place where dreamers simply couldn’t exist. It was really a cemetery, a graveyard filled with unfulfilled dreams of the young and old. It wasn’t a place for any friends either, only acquaintances, nothing more.
There was no we or us, there was only I and me, for in this world, there were only survivors and they didn’t crawl their way to the top of the food chain together with others. In the end, the only person that mattered was them and they would throw anyone off the ladder if necessary.
It didn’t come as a surprise. Humanity was doomed from the start, it was inevitable. The human race was bound to topple their own grand empire that they had built. All the cruelest, most despicable things in this world derived from humanity. There’s no place for this dying species in this universe. We had sinned too far to ever redeem ourselves.
Now everyone’s simply trying to find their own happiness, a temporary bliss they could indulge in until they get sick of it and move onto their next interest.
You had seen it in action, experienced first hand. There was no such thing as happiness in this place, not true happiness. Something always happened, as if the universe was designed to fuck with you. It was a consequence of being born and adding to this plague called humanity. But like everyone else, you tried your best to survive. Only survive. You had given up trying to find any lasting happiness in this sick world. What was the point? When it was torn from you, the only person that get the burn would be you.
You admit you never used to be like this. You had been happy, joyful… but innocent. And you were so in love. You were blinded by the driving force of nature and oh how it had ruined you to the point of no return. Your heart was a desolate wasteland where nothing thrived. You gave it no rain, you barricaded it, all because of him.
There used to be someone. Used to be, for he was long gone. He was reckless, impulsive, perhaps a little too daring at times, but bravery and determination ran through his veins. He was a hero, not just your hero but also the hero of others.
He was the second Robin, Jason Peter Todd.
When he came into your life, he instantly swept you off your feet. At first that was a quite bad term for you saw him as a hurricane that tore everything apart. Since you two were on opposite sides most times–you being Catwoman’s ‘apprentice’ and all–you two faced each other regularly, but those fights turned to bickers, and bickers turned into banters and it formed the strangest friendship.
Most of the time, you would play around with him while your mentor had her way with Batman. Sometimes you would sneak out to meet him on the roof. There were times when you even sneaked into the manor to spend time with him, and since you were good friends with Alfred, of course he had let you in.
You allowed yourself to fall. You allowed your heart to feel and love, because it gave you such happiness.
You should’ve known it was too good to be true.
There was no pain greater than what you felt when your mentor informed you of his death.
At first there was that numbness in your chest. You weren’t in denial, you were in shock and couldn’t comprehend anything. And then when you were left alone, that was when you finally realized what the news meant. Then the tears came, and it wouldn’t stop.
It was on that night that you had stopped loving, for what was the use of such emotion when everything would end?
Yet even when you tell yourself that, here you were, standing in front of the grave of the second Robin years later.
“Hey there boy wonder,” you whispered, crouching in front of the grave and placing the bouquet of flowers you bought him, “yeah it’s me again. Got bored of me yet?” You had been visiting him at least once a week, making sure that, if he was ever watching, he knew he was remembered.
You fully sat down, crossing your legs and closed your eyes, remaining silent. When you first visited him, you used to always cry, and then try to talk to him about your day. Now though, while the pain lingered, you didn’t break down. You refused to, you couldn’t show such weakness. Usually you would sit there, thinking. It was peaceful and those who do come by knew not to disturb you.
Your trained ears picked up footsteps behind you after several minutes of silence but you made no attempts to turn around or look back. You knew whoever it was, they would leave–unless of course, it was one of the Waynes or Selina.
“Red roses? Classy.”
Your eyes shot open at that voice. There was something…. Frighteningly familiar about it, and deep down you could identify the person but your heart didn’t want to believe it. You weren’t going to give yourself that benefit.
Still, you began to shake as you slowly stood up and turned around.
And there he was, looking very much alive.
Jason Peter Todd had changed a lot. His young features matured greatly and his blue eyes were colder, haunted. He definitely grew taller, much taller, not to mention he was a lot more muscular. There was a streak of white in his hair. However, despite the change, all you could see was the boy you sat on the rooftop talking to for hours and hours on end.
“No… no, this can’t be right.” you shook your head, feeling tears in your eyes despite how much you tried to fight them back.
“Hey, [F/N],” he began, noticing your mood, “ it’s me. It’s Jason.” he insisted, stepping closer, only for you to recoil.
“NO!” you shouted, raising your hand to keep distance. “Get out of my sight, right now.” You tried to sound firm but you couldn’t disguise the crack in your voice.
Jason’s brows furrowed in confusion but his eyes showed a hint of anger. “What?”
“You heard me.” you said coldly, though your voice wavered. “Whoever you are, whatever sick joke you’re playing, leave, before I do something that I will very much regret.”
“[F/N], you think I’m some trick?!” Jason demanded, “hey, I’m real. It’s really me, somehow! Look, I can explain later but–”
“No! You are not…” you closed your eyes and began to pace, “you are not allowed to just magically come back to life! No, no this is some fucked up prank. It has to be. This can’t be happening right now.”
Growing frustrated and agitated by how stubborn you were being, Jason grabbed you by the shoulders. “Look! Look at me! Do I look like an illusion or some impostor?”
“You have to be because there is no other explanation!”
“No, you can’t!” You pushed him away, causing him to stumble back. “You can’t… you can’t…” You sounded so defeated, so torn and broken. It was as if the adrenaline had left you and you were struggling for breath.
“Can’t what?” Jason urged, wanting to know why you were pushing him away like this. The person he was seeing here was a great contrast from the girl he used to know, and that broke his heart.
“You can’t just come back to life and act like nothing happened! You’re not allowed to do that!” Your emotions were all jumbled up inside you and you didn’t know what to feel. Everything you had kept buried inside you was bursting out and it was a storm of emotions that you couldn’t control. It was suffocating you and controlling your actions. Seeing him in front of you reopened closed wounds that barely healed in the first place.
“Shouldn’t you be happy?!” Jason demanded, shocked and confused by your reaction.
“How?!” you retorted, throwing your arms up in the air. “How can I be happy?! This isn’t happiness, happiness isn’t so fucking painful!”
“Painful?” Jason repeated, “do I have to remind you that I was the one who died, not you?”
Hearing this, hearing him say it so easily, you lost it. You lost every ounce of control you had and everything that came out of your mouth was nothing but the absolute truth.
“And do I have to remind you that you haven’t truly died until you have someone you loved taken away from you?!” you yelled back at him, rendering him speechless. Before he could respond, you continued with tears streaming down your face, “for you it may’ve ended in death, but for me? Death was just the beginning,” your voice wasn’t raised, nor was it a whisper, it was a deadly calm that expressed your full emotions, as if the tears falling down your face wasn’t enough already, “because then you remember, you remember all the good times and mourn for them. You remember all the bad times and you regret. And when you wake up every day for one blissful second you forget and then it all comes back to you and it’s like hearing about it the very first time all over again. So don’t you dare tell me that I hadn’t died because believe me, I hadn’t felt alive since the day that clown killed you.”
By the end of it, you were crying so hard you could barely see, but you did feel strong arms wrapping around you. You did feel him pulling you close to his chest, letting you cry, but that only made you cry harder.
Because, after years of being alone, you finally got the chance to embrace the one person you loved most again.
LISTEN, THERE’S NO WAY TO UNREGISTER A HORSE AT THE STABLES IN BREATH OF THE WILD. U KNO WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U REGISTER 5 HORSES & WANNA REGISTER ANOTHER ONE? U CAN’T DO IT. ONE OF UR REGISTERED HORSES HAS TO DIE, AND ONE WAY FOR IT TO DIE IS FOR IT TO BE KILLED. BY U. DON’T DO THAT. U KNO WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U KILL A MONSTER? IT POOFS AWAY AND DROPS ITEMS. THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN WHEN U KILL A HORSE. IT CAN TAKE A *TON* OF DAMAGE, SO UR GONNA BE THERE, WHACKING UR HORSE FOR A GOOD WHILE, FEELING AWFUL AS IT RUNS AWAY FROM U. AND THEN U KNO WAT HAPPENS?? IT FALLS. IT JUST STRAIGHT UP FALLS DOWN. AND IT STAYS THERE, ON THE GROUND, MOTIONLESS. & IF U WALK OVER IT, IT KINDA RAGDOLLS, BUT NOT IN A GOOFY WAY LIKE IN DARK SOULS. THEN, WHEN U LOOK AWAY, THE BODY DISAPPEARS. IT’S THE CRUELEST THING U CAN DO IN THE GAME PROBABLY. IT’S LEGIT SOME UNDERTALE NO MERCY RUN-LEVEL SHIT. I CAN’T LOOK MY MOTHER IN THE EYE NOW. I FEEL TERRIBLE. DON’T KILL UR DANG HORSE!!!!!!!!
A practical joke on Garak, what would it be? The cruelest thing I could do would probably be to sneak into his quarters and get under the covers, and wait for him to get home. And then just go, ‘Psyche!’ and run away.
Hello there! In the villain x hero prompts I've read thus far from your blog, the villain is more dominant. Could we get a hero who is the more dominant one this time? With the villain having a secretly gentle, sort of floofy side haha. Hope I didn't confuse you. Thank you in advance :D xxx
1) “You don’t have to do this, please.” The villain gave them an agonized look, a terrible mirthless sort of laugh that splintered desperate around the edges. “I really do. I’m sorry, but I do.”
2) “You think it pleases me to hurt anyone?” The villain looked absolutely shattered. “I hate it! But someone has to do it. And hey, if I’m a monster already it may as well be me.” “You don’t have to be. Monstrous is an adjective, not a noun.” The hero took a careful step closer, eyes fixed on the villain. Amazed that someone so fragile could have caused so much harm. “You’re sweet,” the villain mumbled. “I wish you wouldn’t be.”
3) The villain’s eyes widened as the hero advanced on them. Strong, powerful, the beacon that everyone looked to and it was dazzling enough to be blinding. Their eyes flinched shut and they sucked in a shaky breath. “I forgive you,” the hero murmured. It felt like the cruelest thing they could have said - entirely too much.
If you’re with her and you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home, when to you they’re only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can’t give her your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold it hostage.
Let’s get something straight here, right off the bat:
Most of what you have been taught about Betta Fish is probably wrong, if you aren’t an enthusiast at least.
THIS IS A MASSIVE NO-NO FOLKS!
Repeat After Me:
A Single Betta Needs a Minimum of 5 Gallons
Companies often sell small ‘stylish’ habitats ‘specifically designed’ for Bettas. This is a lie. These are WAY too small. You’re going to end up with a sad, stressed Betta fish. This also means you CANNOT keep them in the cup they came in. A suitable Betta habitat will look something like this:
Take note of how much space is provided to the Betta.
2. Bettas are NOT Herbivores, and you need to feed them- you can’t just leave your Betta in a vase with flowers and expect them to survive.
This is one of the cruelest things you could do to a Betta. Not only does this violate Rule 1, but it’s also essentially starving them to death, and making them swim in their own waste. This stresses them out and shortens their life.
On another note: DO NOT feed your Betta ‘Tropical Fish Flakes’. This does not contain the nutrients they need.
Instead, feed them either the ‘Betta food pellets’
Or if you really want to treat them, you can buy them small bloodworms. Kind of like this, but it isn’t necessary.
By the way Bettas can get fat, and they need to be fed a pinch of pellets everyday, you can’t just feed them once a week, even if they can survive two weeks without food. (meaning you can go on vacation without worrying about them, but it’s sort of a dick move)
3. Community tanks with Bettas are damn near impossible, so please don’t even try.
THIS IS A BIG ASS NO NO FOLKS!
Even If it’s a pair of females this will not work. Females can be just as aggressive as males. Also, you cannot introduce other fish/other aquatic animals to their environment, you need to introduce the Betta to theirs, and even then, Betta fish are compatible with a small list of other animals. However it seems to be the easiest to introduce them to a community tank containing Ghost Shrimp and Acorn Snails.
Keep in mind this must be a ten gallon tank.
5. Tank Cleaning
Although it’s true that Bettas are hardy and don’t produce much waste, it’s still important to clean their tanks quite often.
This is absolutely unacceptable. This puts so much stress on the poor Bettas you might as well kill them now.
Bettas need about 10% of their water changed every week to keep them healthy, happy, and stressless. You should all know what a clean tank looks like by now.
Bettas are NOT toys, please do not pit them against each other or keep them in uncomfortable, small spaces.
Hi Neni. It may be a weird question but do you think, in Ryuji and Morgana's fight after Futaba's join, was Morgana's reaction exaggerated? I really want to like him but almost everyone seems to agree on it's unfair of him to take offense from Ryuji when he constantly treats Ryuji much worse.
Actually, I thought BOTH, Ryuji and Morgana were being absolute morons in that arc, except I found Ryuji even worse, because what he said about Morgana hit all of Morgana’s insecurities (which Ryuji already KNEW about), and not just in a nonchalant way (like Morgana’s teasing), but in a very blunt, striking, harsh way, that must have been like driving a wooden stake into the kitty’s heart.
I couldn’t help but keep comparing the whole thing to the interactions between Yosuke, Kanji and Teddie during P4, but even those never escalated as badly as this, and let me explain why:
(What follows is a long rant about why Ryuji’s and Morgana’s relationship in that arc is beyond messed up, especially when compared to buddy-relationships in previous Persona games. Note that all of this is my opinion and if you disagree with me, okay. I don’t have a problem with people disagreeing with me. Nice? Nice.)