#(both intentionally and un)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

gukgak specifically from my typing (man w/ three jobs & a creeping sense of dread)

[bartholomewillustrated]

Haha! Wow!

Today's Make A Bad Comic Day, when artists ""challenge"" themselves to make a small shitty comic completely bereft of the pressure of quality!

I think the intent is to do like..little doodle comics, funny stuff you can lay out in under and hour.. but I wanted to see how far incould take this principle and sketch a whole little scene as fast as I could (I got most of it done on my lunch break!) with strict rules about not agonizing over details or making big fixes. Whatever comes out you Let It Be, even if it looks a little funny.

And honestly! It was a good excerise! If i had tried to do this under my normal demands for Quality you wouldn't be seeing it for like a Month, if Ever... i would have spent several hours more on the second panel than i did the whole thing! What a damming reminder that the No.1 reason my art Takes So Long is Anxiety. Lol. Lmao, even.

I think I'll try more pieces like this in the future... Maybe it's time to start carrying a sketchbook again.

Anyways

I think Silco's relationships with Early Morning's is squarely; 'Just because I have to doesn't mean I like it' it takes him a long time to wake up and he's Miserable through the whole experience.

Vander on the other hand, whether he's up at 6 or 2, is Awake and Alert as soon as he opens his eyes, it's infuriating. (This doesn't mean he's not Purposefully lazy though, you have to lollygag on occasion y'know?)

The image of Silco sleeping in a nightgown was the orignal impetus for this comic, it was a silly idea at first but honestly i've kinda latched onto it. Little fancy boy in his old fashioned sleep robes.......

(We'll presume this takes place in Ekko's alternate reality, or one very similar)

[vilsoo]

TAGS. nsfw, fem!reader, gym bf!toji, toji is just so horny, he rips your leggings, manhandling, dirty talk, unprotected sex

leg days with toji was his favorite. not because he gets to work on his quads, but because he gets to watch you work on your glutes and hammies. he knows exactly what you’re doing wearing those butt scrunch leggings, showing your ass in front of him as you do your romanian deadlifts, lying leg curls, and hypertensions. it was impossible for him to concentrate; he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your pump. but what also pisses him off is that he knows that you love being his little distraction. it’s gotten to the point that the both of you got carried away left the gym a little earlier than usual, forgetting one important thing you would do every leg day for muscle growth; your cardio.

luckily you didn’t have to worry about that at all with toji. cardio with a man like him who’s more than twice your size with large biceps and impressive upper body strength can suffice as the intense cardio you needed after a workout. but cardio at home can vary in many, many different ways…

“i’ve been wanting to do this the moment you walked out the house looking like this.” toji’s voice was so terse as if he’s been riled up way past his limit, pushing you over your couch’s armrest and ripping your leggings open that had you whining on the cushion. “oh shut up, i’ll buy you a new one.”

he gives a couple of harsh slaps on your ass before he burries his face into it, humming like a greedy, desperate man as he indulges in your juices that he wasn’t surprised you were so turned on by this. he just wanted to torture you, use you, manhandle you for working him up (un)intentionally at the gym— you were barely able to see him buried between your legs, holding your thighs apart in place as he flicks his tongue repeatedly in and out of your pussy, sloppy and messy for him.

“other guys get to check this ass out for free, but it’s too bad they can’t eat it out the way i do,” toji chuckled as he toyed with your clit with his fingers, easing in and out of the entrance of your pussy. “i pity them. they’re fuckin’ missing out on how good you taste… but you know i don’t like sharing.”

all you could do was reply with whimpers and pathetic muffled moans, with no sign of a coherent thought running through your head from the way he sucked on your clit while fingering you. but just as you were about to warn him of your orgasm nearing, he immediately stops, as if he can tell from the way your thighs began trembling and your muffled moans became more needier and louder.

“you’re gonna come in my mouth already? we haven’t even gotten to the cardio part yet, pretty girl,” he teases as he harshly slaps your ass again. “ride on my cock first until you come. you’ll also feel that burn in your thighs.”

that wide grin on your face was all he needed to see before he lays down on the couch with his cock already out and hard for you. you manage to stand up and position yourself in reverse cowgirl on your knees between his legs, showing your ass off for him to slap and grab again. you take his cock and rub it on the folds of your needy, aching pussy before sliding down on it with all your weight. immediately you can feel his dick twitch eagerly inside you, the living room filled with the lewd sounds of your ass slapping against his skin and your wet, soaking cunt enveloping his dick. you can feel the burn in your thighs with how fast you were thrusting your hips on him, sweat trickling down both of your skins. the pain and the pleasure ignited in your body like ecstasy, working yourself out but also fucking yourself so good on his cock. when you arch your back and kept gyrating and bouncing your hips on him, you can feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that it unleashed an orgasm in a white-hot sensation.

suddenly toji already grabs your waist out of impatience, sitting up on the couch and setting your body down on his lap. “you did so good for me, coming on my cock like that.” he kisses your temples as he slid his hand down to rub your clit. “but for teasing me so bad today, i get to fuck you like a dumb whore on this couch. you’d like that, right? when i remind you of your place?”

again, you grinned like an eager little slut ready for him to use you. your back was pressed against his chest, him forcefully spreading your legs open and locking your legs high up in the air in full nelson. taking his cock that’s still hard, he roughly bucks his hips into you. his cock kept repeatedly ramming the sensitive spots in your cunt that tears starting to glisten on your face, your jaw slackened, and your eyes rolled back. toji’s stamina could never go out even right after you two had just left the gym. it was just a hot sight to see; a messy slut with her leggings ripped open, legs locked in the air and forced to watch yourself take his thick cock pounding deep in your pussy that your thighs couldn’t stop trembling. no glute exercise, no hamstring exercise, or not even cardio on the stairmaster could compare to the intensity and soreness you feel in your legs from toji fucking you like this.

[liatkolink]

For people still in denial whether Israel has committed war crimes, here is a comprehensive list of war crimes Israel has committed both before and after Operation Al-Aqsa Flood, the list being taken from the Wikipedia article of war crimes with some notable missing examples being the usage of chemical weapons, famine, disease and apartheid. The 7th of October attack did not occur in a vacuum, but is the product of decades of Israel not being held accountable for its war crimes.

Killing civilians:

Israel/Palestine: Unlawful Israeli Airstrikes Kill Civilians by Human Rights Watch on 15/Jul/2014

��Not a normal war’: doctors say children have been targeted by Israeli snipers in Gaza – The Guardian on 2/Apr/2024

Israeli attack on Rafah tent camp kills 45, prompts international outcry by Reuters on 27/May/2024

Intentionally killing PoWs:

Israel’s Hush-Up Machine in Action: Denying Story Israel Executed Egyptian Prisoners by Washington Report on Middle East Affairs on 8/Apr/2010

Torture:

Israeli government report admits systematic torture of Palestinians by The Guardian on 10/Feb/2000

Israel/OPT: Horrifying cases of torture and degrading treatment of Palestinian detainees amid spike in arbitrary arrests by Amnesty International on 8/Nov/2023

Israel: Palestinian Healthcare Workers Tortured by Human Rights Watch on 26/Aug/2024

Taking hostages:

Infographic: How many Palestinians are imprisoned by Israel? by AlJazeera on 17/Apr/2022

The thousands of Palestinians Israel arrests, tortures, holds even in death by AlJazeera on 17/Apr/2024

UN report: Palestinian detainees held arbitrarily and secretly, subjected to torture and mistreatment by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 31/Jul/2024

Unnecessarily destroying civilian property:

Israel destroys Gaza tower housing AP and Al Jazeera offices by Reuters on 15/May/2021

Israel targets infrastructure in Gaza to ramp up civilian pressure on Hamas, report claims by PBS News on 11/Dec/2023

Widespread destruction by Israeli Defence Forces of civilian infrastructure in Gaza by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 8/Feb/2024

Deception by perfidy:

Israeli soldier gives 74-year-old Palestinian woman water then shoots her in the head by Middle East Monitor on 20/Jan/2015

Israeli special forces disguised as doctors kill three militants at West Bank hospital by The Guardian on 30/Jan/2024

NBC News investigation reveals Israel strikes on Gaza areas it said were safe by NBC News on 26/Apr/2024

Wartime sexual violence:

Stripped, beaten and blindfolded: new research reveals ongoing violence and abuse of Palestinian children detained by Israeli military by Save the Children on 10/Jul/2023

Israel/oPt: UN experts appalled by reported human rights violations against Palestinian women and girls by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 19/Feb/2024

‘Everything is legitimate’: Israeli leaders defend soldiers accused of rape by AlJazeera on 9/Aug/2024

Pillaging:

The Biblical Pseudo-Archeologists Pillaging the West Bank by The Atlantic on 28/Feb/2013

Jewish Soldiers and Civilians Looted Arab Neighbors' Property en Masse in '48. The Authorities Turned a Blind Eye by Haaretz on 3/Oct/2020

Israeli soldiers boast about looting from Gaza by AlJazeera on 14/Feb/2024

Any individual that is part of the command structure who orders any attempt to committing mass killings:

Netanyahu incites violence by casting protesters as clear and present danger by Middle East Eye on 30/Jul/2020

Israeli minister's call to 'erase' Palestinian village an incitement to violence, US says by Reuters on 1/Mar/2023

Netanyahu cites 'Amalek' Theory to justify Gaza Killings by Times of India on 29/Oct/2023

Database exposes 500 instances of Israeli incitement to genocide in Gaza by TRT World 4/Jan/2024

Genocide:

The Genocide of the Palestinian People: An International Law and Human Rights Perspective by Center for Constitutional Rights on 25/Aug/2016

Genocide Warning: Israel & Palestine by Genocide Watch on 21/May/2021

A top U.N. court says Gaza genocide is 'plausible' but does not order cease-fire by npr on 26/Jan/2024

‘Reasonable grounds’ to believe Israel is committing genocide in Gaza, UN rights expert says by CNN on 27/Mar/2024

Is Israel Committing Genocide in Gaza? New Report from BU School of Law’s International Human Rights Clinic Lays Out Case from Boston University Today on 5/Jun/2024

Ethnic cleansing:

UN Human Rights Council: ‘Israel engaging in ethnic cleansing’ by the European Union Parliament on 23/Mar/2011

Israel's ethnic cleansing in Palestine is not history - it's still happening by Middle East Eye on 22/May/2019

UN expert warns of new instance of mass ethnic cleansing of Palestinians, calls for immediate ceasefire by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 14/Oct/2023

‘Plan for ethnic cleansing’: Israel’s north Gaza siege sets off alarms by AlJazeera on 22/Oct/2024

Granting of no quarter despite surrender:

White Flag Deaths Killings of Palestinian Civilians during Operation Cast Lead by Human Rights Watch on 13/Aug/2009

Investigators: Israel fired on Gaza civilians carrying white flags by The Electronic Intifada on 28/Jan/2015

3 hostages killed by Israeli soldier in Gaza were waving a white flag, Israel says by npr on 16/Dec/2023

A group of Palestinian men waving a white flag is shot at, killing 1 by NBC News on 24/Jan/2024

She was fleeing with her grandson, who was holding a white flag. Then she was shot by CNN on 26/Jan/2024

Two brothers shot by Israeli forces in Khan Younis, white flag ignored by AlJazeera on 29/Jan/2024

Conscription of children in the military: First one where I couldn't find anything. Way to go, Israel!

Flouting the legal distinctions of proportionality and military necessity:

Israel violates the principles of necessity, proportionality in its attacks on Gaza by Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor on 13/May/2023

Enough: Self-Defense and Proportionality in the Israel-Hamas Conflict by Just Security on 6/Nov/2023

War Crimes and Accountability: The Case Against Israel’s Military Operations in Gaza by JURIST News on 5/Jul/2024

[patricia-taxxon]

Sorry people are being hostile in the notes of your recent AI post! Your points are really interesting and I hadn't thought about it like that (referencing the "..."it's theft" isn't a good argument when much of the greatest art to ever be made is also largely theft" part)

I agree with what you're saying about theft/ creative use of someone else's stuff (or even un-creative use of someone else's stuff, looking at John Williams fully ripping off Holst in the imperial march)

But something about generative AI still rubs me the wrong way though (re: taking people's work), and your comparison has made me question more specifically what it is that I'm uncomfortable with. I think it's the lack of intentionality behind the theft? Coming at this as a composer, if someone stole like, a melody I wrote, I would be happy that they had thoughts & ideas about the thing I made & interested to see what they did with it. I think the thing about generative AI that I don't like (on a personal level) is the lack of intentionality, like, both not knowing if my work had been fed into the training data + if someone rips me off it wouldn't be a choice they made specifically, but just a thing that mysteriously happened.

Idk if I'm making much sense, I'm not really engaged with the online discourse about generative AI because (from the bits and pieces that I've seen) it's a lot of people getting really angry and shouting the same x5 things at each other, rather than like, a discussion.

Anyway sorry for rambling, I appreciate your perspective! hope you have a good day! ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

Yeah, this is mostly where I'm at as well. Even purely secular people tend to invoke the concept of a "soul" when talking about "AI" art, and I'm pretty sure this is what they mean. Soul as in aggregate experience, perception, taste. People want copying in art to communicate something, they want to consider another human's notions of beauty and ugliness. That's why I describe it as modernist, it extricates taste. It copies accidentally with no bridge to the source, not even an implied one. I compare it to generative art a lot, but even that doesn't really reach the level of randomness and diversity of output as these image synthesis engines do. Morton Feldman's pieces still exist within the formal framework of orchestra, after all.

[jeonscatalyst]

I don’t really believe in astrology, but I recently watched a TikTok video that used astrology to describe how Jungkook would pursue his partner and how he behaves in romantic relationships. The way the video explained it was exactly how I’ve always viewed Jungkook.

As a Jikooker, do you ever just sit and think about the fact that young Jungkook, who once admitted he didn’t really know how to give gifts, chose Jimin as the first person he ever gave a birthday present to? Or how he decided to take Jimin on an all-expenses-paid trip to Japan at a time when Jimin was struggling mentally? And he didn’t stop there…he filmed Jimin throughout the trip, stayed up all night editing the footage without even telling him, and paired it with the most beautiful and reassuring song, There for You by Troye Sivan, as if he was trying to tell Jimin, I’ve got you. Then, he went ahead and posted it on YouTube for the world to see.

And then, you remember Jungkook saying he watched YouTube tutorials to learn how to edit, only to realize that he intentionally structured GCF in Tokyo in a couple vlog style. So much so that when you search “couple vlogs” on YouTube, that video pops up🥹

Do you ever just sit and get emotional over the fact that Jungkook, who once admitted to struggling with being sensitive to others’ feelings, who used to think “what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine,” loves Jimin so much that he learned how to be more thoughtful for him (and others)? He grew so much over the years that, without Jimin even having to ask, he remembered that Jimin had a lot of penalties to do and made him the biggest pancake. Isn’t this the most romantic thing ever? It seems like a small thing but the thought was so damn romantic.

Do you feel weak when you think about how Jungkook remembers even the smallest things about Jimin….like how much he loves snow? So much so that he woke up early in the morning, climbed a mountain, and brought back a block of snow just to gift it to Jimin. And what makes it even sweeter? He patiently waited for Jimin to wake up, then shyly went to give it to him as soon as he came out of the room.

Do you ever think about how romantic it is that Jungkook looks out for Jimin in every little way? Even when Jimin doesn’t even know he is? Him fixing Jimin’s chair so he doesn’t fall, him scolding Namjoon for saying Jimin’s kiss has infected a trophy ( Namjoon was kidding ofcourse). How he steps in when Yoongi teases Jimin for saying “sorry” during his speech at the UN? How he warns Taehyung not to fling food at Jimin or how he takes the blame for something Jimin did🥹?

And these are just some of the incredibly romantic things Jungkook has done for Jimin. When you take it all in, it’s clear how lucky Jimin is to have him. Of course, they’re both lucky to have each other, but since this is a Jungkook praise post, let’s focus on just that…..how lucky Jimin is to have him.

At this point, I don’t even care what the true nature of their relationship is. These two do things for each other that even couples married for decades don’t. The fact that Jimin is the first person Jungkook started doing so many things for speaks volumes. The fact that Jungkook himself attributes a lot of his growth to Jimin…. The way his love for Jimin turns him into such a shameless romantic is so beautiful.

He loves Jimin so much that he doesn’t care what he looks or sounds like when he wakes up at 4 a.m. just to watch him on Live….sitting on his couch, paying little to no attention to the comments, simply watching Jimin with a soft smile, blushing, and kicking his feet.

Jimin WON bad!!

[rainbowolfe]

Points of Interest from The Gaslight District

-"Humanity" is coded orange and green. Green particularly seems to reference the loss of the humanity in becoming undying beings. This is really emphasized by the association of green with Cementing. Which is. Pretty fucking inhumane.

-"The Virtue Corps. Exposed!" "What kind of secrets do these walking tin cans have locked away in their Citadel? The returned pieces of our investigative journalist may tell the tale..."

-"Humans Are Born From Angels!" "Sources have confirmed that the prophesized human is born every 10,000 years from the egg of an angel. The human holds the power to destroy the Gaslight District as we know it. It must be rooted out and DESTROYED with utmost prejudice."

-Mel having the hots for whump-- But ALSO the greater implication that, in a society that majority lack genitals, violence has become the new sex. Which means those two getting stabby in the bar were just FUCKIN in public

-Ken not actually looking over Mel's plan and agreeing to go because of his anger towards Temperance. (the "mad sus" Virtue)

-The guards and the Virtues effectively being eyeless. Mmm, see no evil type deal? It's also notable that when Mud takes that shot at Jack that actually hits, he covers his eyes.

-Despite seeming imposing and put together, Diligence is actually quite antsy/fidgety, a sign of either boredom or anxiety. Or both.

-Mud intentionally avoiding direct eye contact with Diligence.

-After Diligence looks over the shipping manifesto, their visor flickers between "Status: Needs QA" and "Status: Approved".

-Diligence's sheer annoyance and desire for (unnecessary) violence makes them forget about the foreign presence they detected. They actually seem to let a lot of things slide and ignore all the warnings they're getting solely for their own gratification. They're, uh, not exactly living up to their name.

-the parallel between Ken and Mel as she goes to do something shortsighted that overlooks a very obvious problem that will only become apparent in hindsight... while he goes to "kill" Temperance.

-the difference in between recovery time from "death". Jack recovers SUPER slow compared to Mud, Ken, and Breadhead. Joshua doesn't need to recover at all and can still function in his "death" state.

-there seem to be a loooot of "dead" Virtues in the bird cage.

-the parallel drawn between the angel egg and whatever the fuck Temperance is working on.

-the flash frames of blue and pink when Ken clashes with Diligence, colors that usually appear layered on top of each other as a representation of (un)death but now exist separately just for this scene.

-Diligence recognizes Ken but can't "process" the information because of the damage to their head.

-Diligence's hand is still in the truck. Surely that won't come up later to cause problems.

-Temperance had Mel when she was a baby, freshly out the egg. All of Ken's photos with Mel depict her as much older, closer to the age she is now.

-Jack's an organ donor. That's probably why he's getting fished up from his cementing. Interestingly, the card is mostly filled out by someone who's not Jack. Someone who signs their name with a heart.

-the moment that the angel egg begins to hatch, revealing Mel's con, is in someway comparable to Ken's memories of the Inferno.

-Speaking of the Inferno, Ken's recounting of his experience would mean that his sin is Gluttony. (Placing him in the third circle/ring) //squints. And potentially suicide considering the Virtues are very harpy-esque.

-oh my god the angels are lying.

-also the one-eyed angel-crow actually is watching Mel the whole time, you can see it throughout the episode.

[merakiui]

MERA MERA

Nerd Azul + Nerd Darling, both too awkward to ask the other out. Then one day Darling is picked up by the "popular girls" and given a make over, un-intentionally leaving Azul in the dust. Azul vowing to become someone Darling will need to come to in the future, a someone so rich and popular Darling will never say no or want to leave him.

So here rolls up at the 10 year reunion a billionaire CEO known for making deals. In the middle of the reunion, Darling comes up to Azul and asks to make a deal for old times sake. They are desperately in need of something (funds, a job, help something) and Azul agrees to give them everything the could desire... if they fuck him there and now.

AAAAAAAAAA OTL

Azul who has aged so deliciously in the years since you were in school. Now he wears only the finest of luxuries. Like a nice suit, a crystal wristwatch, expensive shoes, etc. it’s obvious he’s gotten very successful since school and everyone can’t believe the nerd they used to bully is dripping in money!!!! They almost don’t realize it’s him. His aura is completely different. He’s no longer shy and reserved. Now he’s confident and all smiles, welcoming the conversation with open arms.

But you’d recognize those glasses anywhere. Though he’s changed considerably, you know that’s Azul. There’s no one else it could be. He was that guy you used to hang out with every now and then when no one else wanted to, the both of you too nerdy to fit in anywhere. That was before you met some friends, whose own popularity rubbed off on you. Now that you’re all adults, none of that really matters. It’s definitely fun to reminisce, though.

You’re actually so glad Azul’s come to the reunion. You didn’t think he would, but he just smiles and says he wouldn’t miss it for the world. You hate to beg, but the more you look at him and hear about his company and what he does the more you feel desperation clawing at your back. You ask him if maybe you could borrow some money from him. You’ll pay him back, of course!! It’s just,, you’re strapped for cash and you need just a little more. At least to keep the lights and heat on. At least to afford some groceries.

If he’s bothered by this request, he doesn’t let it show. It shocks you when he says he’ll give you anything you need and more, not just money, if you do one little thing for him. And you’re ready. Whatever it is, you’ll do it!

Until he’s telling you to fuck him.

You laugh. You laugh in his face because it’s absurd. Surely he’s joking, right? Where would you even have sex? In some closet? In the bathroom? But he’s still smiling at you, albeit much tighter now. You want money, don’t you? Well, work for it. Earn it.

Your laugh trickles into one of nervous uncertainty. He’s…very serious. Since when was Azul so…mean? But you need money and he’s made an offer, and where else are you going to find a lot in such a short time? So you agree to it. What else can you do?

Much to your chagrin, and you have to wonder if he does this on purpose, you realize he’s wearing a luxury version of his old club uniform. The nerd really has grown up…

You feel like an irresponsible youth all over again as you settle on your knees and blindly reach to undo the zip on his slacks, the both of you huddled up in some storage closet. He used to spend most of his lunch breaks in here, he tells you, and you remember that because one time you had lunch with him in here. To avoid the bullies, mostly. And now here you are again, many years later, fitting his cock into your mouth because you need his money more than anything.

Somehow he’s become a bit of a bully himself, hasn’t he?

[fairuzfan]

Re: the dysentery in the IDF. Doesn't this mean the Gazans themselves are also dealing with an outbreak of dysentery?? Without clean water, sanitation, medical aid? When the UN peacekeeping force caused an outbreak of cholera in Haiti it killed 10,000 people, and that was with medical facilities.

I do think they've already started experiencing dysentery honestly, from a while. They've been drinking contaminated water for a few weeks now.

Really, there's been outbreak after outbreak in Gaza since they're so close together. They've got both the bombs hailing from above and the disease spreading due to lack of the ability to maintain hygiene (in food, water, personal...).

There was a photo of an Israeli soldier eating fresh soup from a pot in Gaza circling around, which means they've been eating the food the Gazans left behind as they flee. So the IDF might actually be already getting it from the Gazans, as a possibility of origin.

But that might be speculation. I asked some people that are in the healthcare field about it and they said they aren't sure either. But yeah, its a dire situation right now.

Gazans don't even have tents to sleep in so they just sleep outside on the street during winter. I wonder why the (extremely limited) aid doesn't include tents? Maybe they're intentionally trying to encourage disease to spread. But yes, the disease is a serious serious consideration among people in Gaza right now. Bisan herself is quite sick. I imagine many people are right now.

Someone who has medical knowledge might be able to provide a better outlook on this, but this is what I've heard so far just from our (Palestinian) circles.

[lady-ashfade]

Can I place an order of Blueberry Pie with Villain Class 1-A. Please and Thank You.

Broken Shoes

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Villain!Au!Class 1A x College!Waiter!Reader. (Reader doesn’t have pronouns in this)

WORDS: 2.1k

WARNINGS: Yandere!Behaviors, Everyone is in their 20s, Posted Late, Dark!Romance, Reader Is Just From America But Any Race, Villan Au, Non-Quirk Au, Is the reader is claimed any pronouns tell me so I can fix it.

Bakery event.

A/N: I got a idea from the requester of what they wanted since it has taken me so long, thankful so much for them!!

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The first incident was when your shoe feel apart on your way home, the bottom coming undo and looked and sounded like a flip flop. It was rough because they had been your shoes for years, they had to give up sometime. But you didn’t have enough money to pay for a new pair. The only thrift store was a long ways away from where you live and you’d never have the extra money for train ride. So you did what you could…And tried to make it work again. With glue and your sewing kit and then had something to last you a few more weeks.

You set up a new jar in your kitchen by the window, next to the bigger blue jar with the labeled “computer”, while this one was pink and for shoes. You worked at a shitty diner in Japan, a American experience which was perfect since you moved here in your late teen years from the US. The day belonged to collage classes for you’re own business degree to work in more places and maybe start a chain of your own. And after you worked as long as you could to make it through life.

“Mornin’,” you greet your manager. The older woman smiled as she took the rag and whipped off the white counter, the lights from the screens hitting her back to make her pink outfit pop. Hana was the nicest woman you ever met, she was shorter then you with a plump body, her age showing in her skin but her face remained chubby and almost wrinkle free. After any day you had, you knew her warm smile could make you feel better.

While helping around you both chatted about your day and how it went, her more leaning towards your story while making short answers for her day. So, you told her all about school and even some things you learned and studied before customers began the walk through the doors, one after the other and so forth. The conversation died and you did your job.

“Enjoy your evening!” You shout as the last pair of people leave and you lock the doors behind them before exhaling as your body grows tired. The night had come to a end as the moon stood in the darken sky to shine just a bit of light on the streets. Not like they need it with the street lights and building lights.

“Hana, I’ll be in the bathroom.” You shout. Making your way to the bathroom your feet drag as the night hits you like a ton of bricks. The rush hour today was busier then it had been in a few weeks.

Hana was in the back to punch in all the things that happened while taking the money out of the cash register to count it. Her eyes trailed up to the metal door where the trashcans stayed after someone had knocked. It wasn’t un normal to her since she gave a few homeless people food when there was some left over, so she figured it would be them. Her feet took her to the door and her fingers unlocked the handle, before pushing it open with a bright smile.

“Kenji, how can I help you?” She spoke to nothing but air.

Hana blinked her eyes a few times before realizing no one was there, not a person in sight just a empty alleyway. Now this was strange. The knocking was loud and had to be made intentionally. The one thing that made sense of it was when she looked down there was a box with a bow.

Hana brought it to the main room and set it on the counter, just in time for you to exit the bathroom with a sour look on your face. “You got a present.” She exclaimed.

As you examined the box you saw a card attached,

“To: Y/n.

Hope you can find this helpful, thank you for the amazing service.”

The first thought you had was, who could have sent it, before even opening the box. There was a older couple who commented on your shoes but they didn’t seem like the type, and a man in a suit also had his opinions on your attire though he seemed too stingy for that. But you stopped thinking to see what was inside and hoped it wasn’t to grand.

When your eyes hit the shoes they widened a bit, they were perfect. They didn’t look too expensive but brand new with no stains on them or nothing. They looked good to work in, to jog, and to do anything you wanted.

“I bet it was that yellow haired man,” Hana commented out of the blue. You turn your head and tilted it to the side, who was she talking about? You’ve seen so many customers with yellow hair…

“Don’t give me that look dear. The cute one who always stares at you, and never complains and has you talking for hours.” you blink a few times before placing a face to the scenario.

Denki? Yeah, you think that’s his name. He always comes in every other Thursday with the same order, same questions and never wants you to leave his table. He was a sweet man, but flirtatious and sometimes you think you’ve seen him before but never have a clue. Today he came in just as before, made a few flirty jokes that you played along to, and had to rush off since it was a full diner.

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll just have to wait and see if they reveal themselves.” You hummed before going back to cleaning.

That wasn’t the only time random gifts showed up.

Each couple of weeks a new one popped up out of the blue. You’d be in the library and looking of books to help your course studies but find non, or even looking them up on the computer and find out they are too expensive to buy on your own. Then, they show up where you sit each day in classes. No one would look your way, no one was suspicious. It wasn’t just school things, but it was the things you see in windows. You’d see something pretty, look at it and imagining wearing it, then walk away knowing your wallet couldn’t handle it. Your house started to be filled with things you didn’t even buy.

Weeks of things being left you started to grow more and more worried, things you didn’t speak about. And things arriving at your door step. The last thing that made you freak out completely was a computer, the best money could buy and the note made you break. “Ditch the jar, we’ve got it covered.” Who the hell knew about the jars you had? No one did, not even Hana knew because you knew she’d give you money. Someone knew where you lived- someone sent a gifted, someone looked into your apartment or went in to see the jars.

“We’ve got it covered.” Those words stuck into your head every day after.

The blinds to your apartment now remind closed, you took the money you were saving for a computer and got extra locks for your windows. And you never took the gifts that arrived anymore. If it was at class, you’d leave them, if they came to your door you’d say they got the wrong person, if it came to your work the dumpster ate it.

Soon the gifts came to a stop. Nothing show up anymore and you felt relief, like you could breath without worrying about being watched. You stoped looking around the place for suspicious activity, your life went back to normal — Shitty, but normal.

Just as you suspected — Things went wrong for the last time.

Nosies woke you up from sleep, you had been too tired to notice anything or actually think about your actions. So you went out of your bedroom towards the noise, no plan, no worries about your life, but tired and wanting it to end. So as you turn the corner of the hall you hear hushed voices.

“Dumbass— Shut up, you’re making too much noise.” Someone, with a deeper and more grit to their voice spoke. They sounded angry…Like a man you once met on a bus.

Someone whined in response. “Don’t be mean to him Kacchan, and you’re being equally as loud. Now, everyone quiet and lets get our darling and head out.” That voice was strange to you, it was high pitched and loving but there was something else to it.

A little bit of awakening hit you and you started to look around the hall for anything of use. Wait, everyone? — That means there are more people then the two who spoke. The only thing you had that you could hit somebody with was a umbrella but you had to make do.

So, you grab ahold of the handle and hold it like a bat, then go sprinting to the doorway and popping out to surprise who ever was there.

You probably should have thought of more threatening words….

“I don’t have much!! If you’re here to rob me you’ve chosen poorly, but if anyone touches my computer you’re dying.” and like that, you point at the people in front of your umbrella-bat.

Your mind acted so quickly that it just took in everyone standing in front of you. People you have met before. The man from the train with a darken snarl that’s the same.. Denki, the guy who flirts with you at work. Another man who is always nice and friendly when he enters your work, Izuku?

“Hey honey!” A squealing voice takes your widen eyes off the green haired man. The woman who spoke was someone who you’ve talk to at school, one of the pretty girls that sit below you, Mina Ashido.

“Wha… What are you all doing in my apartment?” Your arms held up the umbrella and body still stiffened and alert.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t here to hurt you,” Izuku smiles and walks aloug your kitchen table, “and definitely not here to rob you, most of your things, expensive things, came from us.” he slides the computer along the table towards you. It started to make a bit of sense of how you’ve been getting everything.

Denki and Izuku know where you worked and gave you the shoes, they had both been in the diner that day. Mina had given you the books you looked at in the library and saw were too expensive. And the mean blonde had saw were you get off of the bus. They must have all been following you.

“What do you want then?” You backed away from them. Your eyebrows frown and arms began to tremble in heightened fear and adrenaline of your life being threatened.

“We want you, sweet thing,” the rough one spoke and the nickname sounded strange from his mouth. “The question is,” he stepped closer as your inched backwards, starting a game of chase.

“Are you gonna’ make this easy or not?”

You hummed in fear of what’s to come and wanted to run. Your body was almost about to move before a warm hand covered your mouth and made you scream and wiggle against the chest that was pressed against your back.

“I told you not to bring weapons,” the person behind you snapped at the others, making them all roll their eyes.

“I wasn’t going to hurt them!” Mina shouted.

“The gun was for looks, had to look badass for my babe.” Denki smirked.

“I wouldn’t hurt them badly, my knife would only stab their horrible neighbors.” Izuku laughed.

“And why would I listen to you, old man?”

A sharp pain in your neck shot throughout your body as your limbs began to numb up almost immediately. Your vocal cords wouldn’t make any sound when you wanted to scream, your legs couldn’t run, there was no fighting back. All you could do was keep your eyes open for as long as you could while being picked up.

A older man had you placed in his arms. Dark long hair with gray at the roots, the same for his beard. He looked tired but deadly with the glare he gave them. You knew this man. He was a teacher in the lecture room beside yours, the same man you greeted each morning — The man you served coffee to on Saturday mornings.

“You know damn well what I’ll do if you hurt them, if anyone of you spoiled brats hurt them.” His voice started to get drowned out by ringing in your ears. You wanted to listen and to stay away but your eyes just felt too heavy to go on….

There wasn’t just five of them waiting for you to wake up again, but 20 villains going insane for you.

[halyasgirl]

A minor detail I really like is Arcane showing how Piltover selectively restricted Zaun's access to technology, specifically weapons.

As early as the prologue of season 1, it's established that firearm technology exists in the setting when we see Piltovan Enforcers gun down the Zaunite revolutionaries, but Zaunites primarily fight with fists, knives, or the occasional Molotov cocktail. In 1x05 "Everybody Wants to be My Enemy," Sevika is completely blindsided when Caitlyn snipes at her with a rifle, forcing her to retreat from a fight she'd otherwise won, and in 1x06 "When These Walls Come Tumbling Down" both Huck and the Apothecary are visibly shocked when Caitlyn barters her standard-issue rifle for medicine, implying such weapons are still incredibly rare even on the black markets of Zaun. Even when Zaunites do get their hands on guns, they generally lack the experience to use them to the fullest extent (Silco and Sevika both use firearms in 1x09 and 2x02, respectively, but neither are very good shots).

An exception to this is Jinx, who is an excellent shot, but it's telling that Piltover controls gun access so tightly in Zaun that it took the most powerful man in the Undercity to smuggle in even one pistol for his daughter. (And that Silco's indulgence of Jinx allowed her the time and practice to transfer Powder's skill with a paintball gun to actual marksmanship).

In contrast, it's also interesting to see what technology Zaun has developed in spite of and because of Piltover.

The Undercity's greatest (un)natural resource is chemical runoff, ignored by Piltover but rendered into a variety of drugs in Zaun, and while they lack experience with firearms, Zaunites do seem to have above-average experience with explosives, perhaps due to the demolitions knowledge needed for laboring in Piltover's mines. Additionally, necessity being the mother of invention, disability is so common among Zaunites that they've developed prosthetics and other aids that exceed Piltover and even modern technology.

Piltover claims Hextech will bring a union of technology and magic into the lives of all their citizens, but when pitching Hextech for the Undercity, Jayce can only say that "the mining colonies in the fissures can work faster and without fatigue," i.e. producing more and more wealth for Piltover at their own expense.

But Zaunites are innovative and resourceful with the technology Piltover, intentionally or not, permits them, and when the spark struck tinder Zaun was only too happy to show Piltover what they could do.

[nitewrighter]

I imagine Superman making a guest appearance in the Wonder Woman cartoon, and being surprised diana doesn’t have a secret identity

Clark: I can’t imagine having to be in hero mode 24/7, it must be exhausting!!

Diana: some days it can be, but so far I’ve managed to make it work. Might i add, though your identity is not public, you don’t seem too far off yourself mr “I don’t turn off my super hearing so i can hear any distant screams or cries for help”.

Clark: guess you got me there ;)

Clark: I appreciate you sitting down for an interview, Madam Ambassador.

Diana: *snort* Kal, there is no need for such affectations with me.

Clark: *looks uncomfortable* :|

Diana: What...?

Clark: *insistent eyebrows*

Diana: ...

Diana: Oh so you're actually--Oh! What I mean to say is, as ambassador, I have always appreciated the Daily Planet's perceptiveness with regard to Themyscira's position on the world stage. With such a history of isolation, it is refreshing to work with a publication that has compassion but no shortage of shrewdness.

Clark: :)

Diana: ...With that being said, I would like to address Miss Lane's investigative reporting on Amazon Purple Healing Ray radiation being detected at that Bialyan bioweapon research black site. I would like to assure those concerned that we are investigating the matter thoroughly.

Clark: *looking very excited now* I think the public would be more assured in knowing how these investigations are conducted. I was recently able to get a statement from the UN Attache to Atlantis regarding the trafficking of magical materials, and it raised several questions regarding--

--Later--

Wonder Woman: You know, you could have made it clearer that you meant an actual interview and that you weren't just being cheeky.

Superman: Clark Kent sent you an email saying he wanted a statement from the Themysciran ambassador. It was pretty straightforward.

Wonder Woman: *side-eye*

Superman: ...and maybe I was intentionally vague because I wanted to get a scoop on Lois.

Wonder Woman: There are bioweapons involved, Kal.

Superman: All right, so sue me for taking both of my jobs seriously!

*pause*

Superman: ...so do you need help with this purple ray stuff or--?

Wonder Woman: It's Amazon business and I'm handing it.

Superman: Right. Right. Just checking.

Wonder Woman: ...also the purple ray is magic and it's very likely you getting involved would just end with you getting your ass kicked and me doing all the work, anyway.

Superman: Okay, hurtful.

[insomniakisses]

An eye for an eye | One

Characters: Aemond x sister reader (platonic), Rhaenyra x sister reader (platonic), Alicent x step daughter reader (Platonic) (hotd characters)

Reader type: Female

Warnings / Notes: tw viserys, tw otto, tw daemon, events of driftmark, absent and shitty father viserys, metions of torturous, dragons, graphic violent scenes. I think thats it. Possable targcest in the future.

Parts: Two.

You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your lips as you ran around the gardens, aemond chasing after you soft giggles falling from him two. The younger boy declaring he was going to catch you but he was at a disadvantage you were 4 years older than him, though even at the age of 10 he was gaining height and strength.

You begin to slow as tiredness kicks in and he smirks, using the last of his energy to surge forward catching up with ease as he wraps his arms around you and pushes you both to the floor. Laughter escaping you both on impact. Though its short lived when rhaenyra comes bolting over pulling you off the ground a hard glare fixed on her face.

“That is most un-lady like sister,” she hisses before her gaze fixes on your brother, “Aemond do you not know how to properly behave around a lady?” She scolds and you roll your eyes seeing jace and luke laughing behind her.

“I- we were playing! Only playing! Shes not hurt i promise-“ the young prince stutters clearly afraid of the much older royals wraith knowing just how protective of you your sister can be.

“Really?” She draws out with a scoff bringing ur arm into view and he sees the smallest of scrapes along your forearm his eyes widening.

“Rhaenyra!” You call shaking off her grip and moving to stand by Aemond, “its barely an injury, it doesn’t even hurt. You needn’t worry yourself!” You exclaim hand clasping Aemond’s as you continue. “He will take me to the maesters to get it checked out now, won’t you Aem?”

The boy nods with a small smile when you squeeze his hand in reassurance making sure he knows your not in the slightest mad at him and that everything is okay.

Spending the rest of the day inside the two of you resigned to the library reading up on family histories and practicing your High Valyrian. Save the brief interruption from Alicent, the queen asking to check your injury having been informed by Rhaenyra that her “undisciplined” son had caused you harm.

Though as soon as she saw you two laughing and joking around she knew in her heart that there was no way he would have hurt you. Especially not intentionally.

You simply smile at the queen greeting her by her title and allowing her to gently lift your arm inspecting the wound before she left you be leaving a soft kiss to both of your heads as she bid her goodbyes. On her way to the king no doubt.

— one year later —

The whole family was being taken to Driftmark, apparently for the funeral of Laena Velarion. Though the two of you had only spoken once, having accidentally ran into her and Rhaenyra, she seemed nice enough and you were sad that she had died so early into her life. Your half-sibling however didn’t seem to care. Aegon was ceaselessly complaining as usual, Helaena of in her own world like always and Aemond, well he was respectful enough to understand why you were going but he clearly wasn’t saddened by the news.

The king and Alicent were set to arrive by boat accompanied by the four of you, but Aegon having recently mounted Sunfyre for a real flight insisted he go by dragon back the king uncaringly agreeing and shooing of Alicent’s protests. Her visible worry evident the whole way as she picked and chewed at her fingers you and Aemond sharing a concern look before going over to her. Grasping a hand each you held her tightly and she smiled. You couldn’t tell if it was forced or not, but she let out a small exhale as she held you giving away she was more relaxed even if it was only slightly.

Once the ship had docked Alicent all but ran to Aegon though he rolled his eyes and told her to leave him be as he wasn’t a child anymore. He failed to see how she flinched when Sunfyre moved or how she stood still till the dragon moved away. One of her biggest fears dragons were, something you had picked up recently.

You latch back onto her arm when she’s beside you again, having grown rather attached to her in the years of Rhaenyras absence. She had left without warning or a goodbye. You can still remember the nights you laid crying for her hugs or her soft touch when she braided your hair helping you ready yourself in the morning. All of that was Alicent’s job now, not that she minded, she loved you as her own and enjoyed how you curled against her needy for a mother’s touch. She just wishes you wouldn’t call her Alicent, it always hurt her not hearing the word “mother”.

———— That Night ————

The funeral had been somewhat uneventful, Aegon had gotten drunk and was sent to bed early by Otto and Daemon had made a scene laughing during the ceremony. But that was all really, soon you were all sent to bed and you had fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Exhausted from the day of traveling no doubt.

However, the sound of whooshing and a dragons deep roar had woken you, slipping on a cloak and your shows you had gone to investigate. By the time you came downstairs there was shouting and a trail of blood into the main hall. Following it you entered seeing Aemond holding his eye and the adults screaming at each other. Jace with bloody hands and Luke with a broken nose yet Rhaenyra, Daemon and Laenor were nowhere in sight. You rushed to Aemond side feeling Alicent pull u into her body your hand grasping her dress as you stares at the bloody sight.

Then in came Rhaenyra and you completely zoned out staying by Aemond’s side and holding his hand throughout the whole ordeal. Crying for your brother when the king seemed not to care and made no move to punish the boys for attacking him.

After all was said and done Aemond was given milk of the poppy and essence of night shade for the pain and to help him sleep. While the rest of you were ushered to your respective chambers though you slept very little worried about Aemond and so saddened at Rhaenyra’s intention of having someone torturing him. Afterall he had just lost an eye.

———— Back in Kings Landing ————

“ALICENT ENOUGH!” the king roared, having had enough of her nagging.

“THEY TOOK HIS EYE, YOUR GRACE, SOMEONE HAS TO PAY!” And he sighs sitting on his throne looking half dead.

“My dear wife,” he starts voice bored and tired. “Lucerys is just a boy. Children fight. Get over it.”

She scoffs at this, fighting the urge to yell again knowing his power out matches hers. “A debt is due your grace, an eye for an eye. He is your son!”

“What would you have me do?” He scoffs, “The boy is at dragon stone and he is my grandchild.”

“I dont care!” The queen protests, “You have to do something! Rhaenyra’s son has taken the eye of my own, a punishment is deserved. Someone must be punished!” If the queen had known her lack of precise words would lead to the events that would unfold that night she would never have been so careless.

“Fetch Y/n” is all he mutters and a guard sets of at once, Alicent so caught up in her thoughts not quiet hearing what he had ordered. Its only when a sleepy and confused you is escorted in that her breath quickens.

You stand there rubbing the sleep from your eyes, blinking away exhaustion as your blanket lays draped over your shoulders giving you a slight waddle when you walk.

“What is she-“ Alicent is cut of by the king. “Bring me her eye, a debt is to be payed and she is like a daughter to Rhaenyra. Lets settle this now”

Your heart fills with fear and dread as does Alicent’s as your grabbed by two guards another forcing his knife into your flesh. Alicent screaming protest as she herself is restrained tears falling down her face at your pained crys and shrieks. Your father simply holding his head in his hand as he feels another migraine coming.

“MOMMA PLEASE! IT HURTS MOM PLEASE MOMMY HELP!” you continue to scream and thrash around the knife in your flesh leaving messy cuts until your eye pulls out with a sickening wet pop and you scream loud.

You both released and alicent runs to you scooping you up and rocking you as you cry, hands balling up her dress as a mumbles mantra of “momma” escapes your lips she holds you as the maesters tend to your wounds and give you all the same teas and treatments Aemond had gotten in drifting mark. The king and guards now long gone.

“Im so sorry baby” is all she keeps saying kissing your head and carrying you to her chambers. You spend the night there, tucked into her embrace as she holds you swearing to protect you from this day swearing that one day the king will get what he deserves. And praying to the gods for all her children to be safe.

A/n. So this was part one hope u liked it 😁

[literaryvein-reblogs]

5 Literary Terms for Studying Poetry

ABSTRACT DICTION / ABSTRACT IMAGERY: Language that describes qualities that cannot be perceived with the five senses. For instance, calling something pleasant or pleasing is abstract, while calling something yellow or sour is concrete. The word domesticity is abstract, but the word sweat is concrete. The preference for abstract or concrete imagery varies from century to century. Philip Sidney praised concrete imagery in poetry in his 1595 treatise, Apologie for Poetrie. A century later, Neoclassical thought tended to value the generality of abstract thought. In the early 1800s, the Romantic poets like Wordsworth, Coleridge, and Shelley once again preferred concreteness. In the 20th century, the distinction between concrete and abstract has been a subject of some debate. Ezra Pound and T. E. Hulme attempted to create a theory of concrete poetry. T. S. Eliot added to this school of thought with his theory of the "objective correlative."

EUPHONY (Greek "good sound"): Attempting to group words together harmoniously, so that the consonants permit an easy and pleasing flow of sound when spoken, as opposed to cacophony, when the poet intentionally mixes jarring or harsh sounds together in groups that make the phrasing either difficult to speak aloud or grating to the ear. Here is an example of euphony from John Keats' The Eve of St. Agnes (1820):

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferred From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.

MEIOSIS: Understatement, the opposite of exaggeration: "I was somewhat worried when the psychopath ran toward me with a chainsaw." (i.e., I was terrified). Litotes (especially popular in Old English poetry) is a type of meiosis in which the writer uses a statement in the negative to create the effect: "You know, Einstein is not a bad mathematician." (i.e., Einstein is a good mathematician.) "That pustulant wart is somewhat unbeautiful" (i.e., That pustulant wart is ugly). Litotes is recognizable in English by negatives like not, no, non- and un-.)

SYNAESTHESIA (also spelled synesthesia, from Grk. "perceiving together"): A rhetorical trope involving shifts in imagery. It involves taking one type of sensory input (sight, sound, smell, touch, taste) and comingling it with another separate sense in an impossible way. In the resulting figure of speech, we end up talking about how a color sounds, or how a smell looks. When we say a musician hits a "blue note" while playing a sad song, we engage in synaesthesia. When we talk about a certain shade of color as a "cool green," we mix tactile or thermal imagery with visual imagery the same way. When we talk about a "heavy silence," we also use synaesthesia. Examples abound: "The scent of the rose rang like a bell through the garden." "I caressed the darkness with cool fingers." French poets, especially Baudelaire in Les fleurs du mal, have proven especially eager to use synaesthesia. The term itself is a fairly late addition to rhetoric and literary terminology, first coined in 1892, though examples of this figure of speech can be found in Homer, Aeschylus, Donne, Shelley, Crashaw, and scores of other writers and poets.

ZEUGMA (Greek "yoking" or "bonding"): Artfully using a single verb to refer to two different objects in an ungrammatical but striking way, or artfully using an adjective to refer to two separate nouns, even though the adjective would logically only be appropriate for one of the two. For instance, in Shakespeare's Henry V, Fluellen cries, "Kill the boys and the luggage." (The verb kill normally wouldn't be applied to luggage, so it counts a zeugma.) If the resulting grammatical construction changes the verb's initial meaning but is still grammatically correct, the zeugma is sometimes called syllepsis—though in actual practice, most critics use the general term zeugma to include both the grammatical and ungrammatical types interchangeably.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

[mxtxfanatic]

The Most Un-Lan-Like Lan (Junior) vs. The Most Un-Lan-Like Lan (Married-In Senior)

Lan Jingyi is such an interesting character. He is very opinionated and often speaks his mind without considering how his words will come across. He is cowardly about the supernatural despite being a cultivator but brave against those in positions of power despite being a child, always willing to stand up for what he thinks is right. Lan Jingyi starts off the story with a low opinion of "Mo Xuanyu," usually acting rude, hostile, or dismissive:

When he turned his head, he saw the Lan juniors tailing him. “Children!” he shouted. Lan Jingyi said, “Who are you calling children? Don’t you know which clan we’re from? Just because you’ve washed your face, you get to act like our senior?”

—Chapt. 9: Pride IV, fanyiyi

Wei Wuxian went to the youngsters. “Am I seeing things right? Each of you is a disciple of a prominent clan. Haven’t your moms, dads, and uncles taught you that the dead can’t receive the paper money you’re burning? They’re dead, what do they need money for? They won’t be able to collect it. Plus, you’re burning the money right at someone’s door—“ Lan Jingyi waved his hand dismissively. “Move aside, move aside, you’re blocking the wind. The fire will burn out at this rate. Anyway, it’s not like you’ve ever died—how do you know whether the dead can collect the money?" ... Lan Jingyi knifed him in the heart again. “Even if you’ve been dead before and didn’t get any, it has to be because no one burned any for you.”

—Chapt. 42: Flora X, fanyiyi

It doesn't help that Wei Wuxian, playing into his "gay lunatic" persona, is intentionally trying to put everyone off:

Lan Jingyi said, “Why are you crying? You’re the one who said you like Hanguang Jun! Now he even brought you home. So what are you howling for?” Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows were wrinkled, his lips frowned, and his face was the perfect picture of misery.

—Chapt. 11: Elegance I, fanyiyi

Wei Wuxian took out the apple from the breakfast they had given him and offered it to the donkey. As expected, as soon as the animal bit in, it stopped braying, and began smacking its lips and crunching the fruit with its teeth instead. Wei Wuxian touched the back of its neck and thought about the jade passage tokens the juniors carried while pointing at the round, white rabbits covering the ground. “I’m really not allowed to cook them? So if I cooked them, I’d be chased off the mountain?” As though facing a major enemy, Lan Jingyi opened his arms and stepped in front of him immediately. “These are Hanguang Jun’s rabbits. We just help watch them once in a while. Don’t you dare cook them!”

...

“I can’t get up,” he said sincerely. “Uh, what’s happened to you now?” Lan Sizhui said. “What’s happened to me? Your clan’s Hanguang Jun ravished me!” Lan Jingyi piped up louder and fiercer. “If you keep spouting nonsense, we’re not going to let it go. Come out!”

—Chapt. 19: Sunshine I, fanyiyi

Yet despite all this, once Wei Wuxian sheds his "Mo Xuanyu" cover and begins to seriously lean into his mentorship role, Lan Jingyi becomes one of his most vocal followers amongst the juniors, seeing the man as both a steady pillar to rely on—on par with his idol, Hanguang-jun—and someone whose safety he is concerned with, so much so that he can even cast aside his fear of the supernatural to volunteer himself as bait in Wei Wuxian's stead:

Wei WuXian said to them, “When the second group of fierce corpses rushes in, I will lure them towards the Pool of Blood, and HanGuang-Jun will be in charge of slaying them. With this target here,” He patted himself, “They won’t bother you. Don’t be tempted by battle, just run.” For once, Lan SiZhui’s raised his voice, “No! We can’t do that. There’s no way!” Sect Leader OuYang had given up trying to hold his son still. OuYang ZiZhen, “Senior-Wei, we will slay the corpses too! I can slay a hundred more!” Meanwhile, Lan JingYi had already started to undress, “I’ll draw a flag on myself too!”

—Chapt. 81: Core Part 3, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

OuYang ZiZhen, “HanGuang-Jun, why did Senior-Wei collapse?” Lan WangJi, “Tired.” Lan JingYi was astonished, “I thought that Senior-Wei would never tire!”

—Chapt. 84: Core Part 6, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Soon, he began again, “Speaking of it, why didn’t I see SiZhui and the squad this time back?” In the past, these juniors would’ve crowded around them and begun chirping all the way from the entrance of the mountain. Hearing him mention SiZhui and the juniors, Lan WangJi’s brows relaxed somewhat, “I can take you to see them.” After he led Wei WuXian to find Lan SiZhui, Lan JingYi, and the others, the juniors didn’t do anything apart from calling out in delight.

—Chapt. 114: Banquet Extra, exr

With such a fierce and impressionable personality, it's no wonder he's one of the few juniors whose name Wei Wuxian can remember 😂

[avaleigh16]

I found a post on here, I can't find the tags but it really upset me because the person was bashing Yautjas and their honor codes and I just want to add my opinion.

First of all what was said that Yautja's honor code is fucked because they killed women and child and they dehumanize their prey.

Humans dehumanize humans. Theories about social Darwinism and racism were invented by humans. Wars were started by humans on humans just because of pettiness. Humans kill women and children.

Yautja aren't dehumanizing humans because they don't even know what it means. They are hunters. Humans are their prey. They are just acting like their instincts wired them too.

Secondly it was said they 'nuked themselves because they lost'. Bro stfu.

Yautja did not nuke themselves because they lost. They bombed themselves to leave no trace of them or their weapons so humans can't find it and study it or them.

Thirdly they bashes the yautja about what they did in predator: killer of killers because the predatora took the three humans.

Dude, if you are a fan then you would know they take humans and xenomorphs to breed the perfect prey. Or for future hunts so they can grow stronger.

All I want to say is do your research before you bash the Yautjas.

I'm leaving what was noted about the yautja and some of it is their honor code.

Code Violations: Those who break the code are Bad Bloods, and are considered an insult to Yautja culture. They are to be destroyed when encountered.

Hunting Intelligent Species: According to War, there are strict rules concerning the hunting of intelligent species. Those who are not blooded cannot do this at all. However, some hunters want these laws overturned.

Hunting Worthy Game: When hunting, the hunter must be sure that their prey is considered game and lawful to kill. Worthy game must fill the following criteria:

The prey can defend itself and/or is able to kill the hunter themself.

The prey is of age (killing children and the elderly is considered highly dishonorable).

The prey is not linked to other lives (so that removing the prey will not doom another, e.g. pregnant women).

The prey is not weakened by diseases.

Equalize the odds: Killing prey when using less equipment is considered a greater prize, and hunters should typically give their prey a fighting chance for honor's sake. If the prey demands close-combat, the hunter is to fight to their prey's standards, and should minimize use of their Plasmacaster or other projectile weapons.

Failing in the Hunt: Should the hunter fail in one's quest, he should take their own life to retain their honor than to live in shame. However, some cowards prefer to live in obscurity rather than die. This is considered to be dishonorable and suicide is then "assisted" by an Enforcer.

Claiming the Kill of Another Hunter: To take the Trophy of another Yautja, living or dead, is considered to be a great insult. For example, two Un-Blooded go on their first Hunt: one Yautja takes on a Xenomorph, and both are mortally wounded. While the wounded hunter is dying, the other hunter conveniently finishes off the prey and claims the kill as their own, abandoning the wounded Yautja. This is a crime that can be paid for with abandonment, or death.

Murder of Another Yautja: To kill another Yautja intentionally holds severe consequences. This excludes self-defence and killing an opponent in a fight to settle a dispute. Murder is the worst crime.

Show Mercy: Those who were defeated in a fair hunt, or who are the victors in a deadlier hunt, should be considered equals and must be shown respect.

Never harm the innocent: Those who have done no harm should have no harm done to them. (It can be inferred that this rule must pertain only to harming other Yautja in their society since they hunt and kill members of many species one could call "innocent". It can also be inferred that Bad Blood Predators would ignore this rule either in part or in whole.)

Hunting for Food: When hunting for food, only the weak should be taken. This is to purify the species' line.[citation needed]

Wounded Game: When coming upon game wounded by another hunter, and the prey is dying without sport, show honor to another's kill. If the game still shows sport, it is to be a joint trophy.

Joining Another Hunt: Do not join another's Hunt, or Hunt in their territory, without their permission. All trophies taken in this manner are stolen trophies and shall be dealt with by the rightful owner.

When in a duel with an enemy, one must reveal oneself: In the novelization of Alien vs. Predator, Lex Woods was about to be killed by a cloaked Predator, but before it prepared to deliver the final blow, it deactivated its cloak. According to the book, it is "hunting ethic" to reveal oneself to the enemy at the climax of a fight. However, the movie ignored this part, and showed the still-cloaked Predator attempt to kill her.

Weapons of Warfare: Weapons of Warfare like the Blazer and Electroshock Missile Battery are strictly forbidden in hunts or even by use of non-Military Caste hunters. They are considered too destructive to constitute a hunting weapon.

Keep the Species Pure: The Yautja do not tolerate any genetic modification to their species. As such, Predaliens, Human-Yautja hybrids, and other abominations must be killed on sight, superseding any other hunt. This presumably includes Yautja Anathemas. When applicable, the creators of these abominations are also sentenced to death, preferably by Torture Ritual.

Leave No Trace: As evident throughout the franchise, lesser advanced species are forbidden from discovering or possessing Yautja technology.

A Yautja who knowingly or intentionally allows a lesser species to possess advanced Yautja technology is immediately sentenced to death.[16]

A Yautja who unintentionally allows a lesser species to possess Yautja technology is banished, provided he makes an attempt to recover/destroy the lost tech and submits himself honorably for punishment.

Should it become known that a lesser species possesses Yautja technology, the technology is to be immediately recovered or destroyed.

Humans in particular are especially forbidden from retaining Yautja technology; a human possessing Yautja technology is considered fair game, regardless of their status. This is due to their extreme danger when in possession of advanced technology.