Based On That One “sir This Is A Psych Ward” Meme

help me 🙏🙏

THERES THIS REPLACED OBEY ME FANFIC IVE BEEN SEARCHINNG FOR SINCE THE FRICKEN DARK AGES.

basically yk yk mc gets replaced and all but in the end she gets revenge by making a pact with Diavolo and fighting the brothers plus R/N but she ends up leaving anyways. ANYWAYS THE ANGST WAS SO DELICIOUS PLS HELP MEEE💗🙏

okay but if you ever see a male creative who had a string of great work and then everything else he did was dogshit, go to the "personal life" part of his wikipedia and look at his relationships. you'll either find a major tragedy he didn't recover from (completely understandable) or, more likely, there was a woman in his life doing uncredited shit editing his stuff or contributing generally and she's not there anymore.

I told a friend about this phenomenon in literature and he called me weeks later like, I remembered what you said about women doing uncredited work when tim burton came up. he made a string of bangers then everything else just was nowhere near as good. the timeline matches perfectly to when he was with this german visual artist (lena gieseke). he's done some good work in collaboration, but if things were dug into I suspect we would find she did a lot more than people realise.

so yeah whenever you look around like wow women didn't work in history, or, women aren't auteurs, or, there just aren't as many great female writers - societal reasons for that aside, half the time they absolutely did.

AAAAA OMG

Ohh how adorabl- STOLAS IS THAT A FUCKING RING??!

The spouse is getting curious about tumblr

awww

*Leona wakes up from a sound*

Leona: What the hell are you two doing?

*Ruggie and Yuu, sitting in the savanaclaw lounge near Leona's napping spot, eating measly leftover fries and cupcakes from their respective part-time jobs while watching Seafood boil mukbangs*

Yuu: We're on a date, duh.

Ruggie: Yeah, we just got off work.

Leona:...*Eyebrow twitch* *Eye scan the scraps of food*

Leona: *Hands them 5 thousand thaumarks bills* go buy me some steak sandwich at Town. The usual..

Yuu: Woah, isn't it too much--

Leona: Shut up and go.

Ruggie: *grabs Yuu* Yeah yeah

Yuu: Can we keep the change?

Leona:*Looks at Yuu like they're an idiot that didn't get the hint*

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*While far away*

*Ruggie and Yuu high-fives*

Yuu: The plan worked!

Ruggie: Shishishi, you're so smart, Prefect!

Help Bill choose what to do

Original image:

when swearing on your friends’ souls went wrong

(inspired from @/panniberry in twt!)

other works: dumb and dumber (ace | deuce)

Can you do one where azul want to make a deal with us for a reason ( you can pick ) but we keep rejecting it all the time?

AZUL X READER

Where he insists you to sign a contract

Where Azul needs to get your attention and form a bond with you, and only knows how to do so through contract proposals…

For the fourth time that week, Azul cornered you outside of the cafeteria.

"You again?" you asked, balancing a tray with a sandwich

Azul adjusted his glasses, that merchant-smile never quite reaching his eyes.

“Ah, just the person I was hoping to see. I have a proposal that I believe would greatly benefit you—”

“Nope,” you said simply, walking past him like this was a regularly scheduled interaction. Which it was.

Azul froze for a second before gliding after you, unbothered.

“You haven’t even heard what it is yet.”

“You’re right. I haven’t. And I’m going to keep it that way.”

You slid into your seat as Ace blinked from across the table.

“You just shut him down like that?” he whispered.

“Every time,” you replied.

Azul stood beside your table like a wet cat someone tossed out into the rain. Composed, but deeply offended.

“I merely wish to assist you with your… less than stellar grades in Crewel's subject. I could offer you a personalized study plan, tutoring sessions, and perhaps even answers—”

“Let me guess,” you interrupted, munching on your sandwich.

“In exchange, I owe you a vague but suspicious favor to be determined at a later date, signed in blood or something.”

Azul’s smile twitched. “Ink. But close.”

“Still no.”

It kept happening.

He tried offering you a deal to get out of Vargas's class (“No.”), better potion ingredients (“Still no.”), and even limited-edition desserts from Mostro Lounge (“Azul, that’s just bribery with extra steps.”)

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t intrigue you. The way his smiles were rehearsed, the way he always had a backup plan.

There was something almost sad about how badly he wanted people to need him.

Like he didn’t know how to be wanted without strings attached.

One evening, he tried again.

You were studying near Octavinelle dorm when he appeared like a shadow.

“This will be my last offer,” he said quietly. “I know you want a way to contact your world. I can give you that.”

That one actually made you pause.

“...How?”

“I’ve found a rare communication mirror. It may allow messages to pass through dimensions. Temporarily. If—”

“No.”

Azul's smile faltered completely this time.

“But—why?” His voice was low. Genuine.

You looked up at him, eyes soft for once.

“Because I don’t want anything from you that costs me more than you’re willing to admit. And I think you’re the one who needs to ask why you’re so desperate to tie me down with a contract.”

His lips parted, and for the first time, Azul Ashengrotto didn’t know what to say.

You closed your book and stood. “If you want me around, you can just ask.”

And with that, you walked off.

However, you turned around, with a small smile.

"Tomorrow, instead of asking me if I want to sign a contract, ask me if I want to have a date with you that has nothing to do with signing papers. We'll see the answer then."

Leaving Azul in silence, a breeze tousling his hair—no contracts, no ink, just the bare possibility that someone might like him… without the deal.