#CIDE

[adultingproperly]

The wedding finale for CIDE will be released tomorrow, October 7th PST 🎉🎉🎉

[mealbits]

[bydpolat44]

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[adultingproperly]

i fucking love when someone comments on Sejanus' Informal Capitol Education because they just came across it and binged it in one night, like yes pls comment this because it makes my entire MONTH to know that people are still reading! 🥹

thinking about that post of people assuming ao3 has an algorithm and also about how bonkers persistent the view is that ao3 is social media lite. like with startling regularity I get comments saying something along the lines of "it's probably weird to comment on a fic this old--" no it isn't!!!! this is an archive I am literally just assuming you searched for a selection of specific tags or sorted by kudos or looked back on my pseud or any other number of completely normal ways to use an archive site ?? kill the tiktok ghost in your brain and comment on old stuff it's NOT weird

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

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[deathandnonexistentialdread]

Kaiba saying whats on our minds

[melina-mellow]

I'm going to go insane.....what do you mean they have an official Jinx figure with her wearing Ekko's jacket!?!?! 😭

We know that some scenes were cut from the finale, and this just confirms that Ekko and Jinx made out up behide the scenes and their relationship progressed further than what we thought.

Wearing his jacket.... covered in each other's markings..... I'm crying.... they love each other so much.

Honestly, does it make the fact that Ekko and Jinx probably confessed their feelings for each other make the ending where he thinks she's dead hurt more? Abso-fucking-lutely and the Arcane writers will be hearing from my lawyers soon.

[blancaliliaibarra]

13/06/2023

Hace unos días, se presentó la quinta edición del Índice de Estado de Derecho en México 2022-2023, un estudio a cargo del World Justice Project (WJP), en el que se mide el grado de adherencia al Estado de Derecho en las 32 entidades federativas, esto desde una perspectiva ciudadana.

[bitchthefuck1]

[kaeyacide]

How much of Diluc's information network do you reckon is Kaeya spilling the tea? Diluc has many connections, and his sources are 90% Kaeya's drunken gossip sessions and Diluc will never admit he loves the tea but he does, he loves to hear it, he's a gossip girlie at heart.

[adultingproperly]

A Formal University Education (SICE Surprise Fic)

Sejanus was lost.

The University was larger than he'd expected, and the orientation had done little to prepare him for the many classes he needed to find, which all seemed to be in different buildings on this godforsaken campus. As a result, he decided to take the time today before the semester officially began to find them all, and he held a paper map in his hands as he walked around.

He noticed a group of girls and one boy talking around one of the stone tables that dotted the campus. Dappled sunlight fell onto their faces from the dense trees that shaded them, and they all looked unfazed and a little bored. They seemed like upperclassmen who likely knew their way around, so Sejanus decided to ask them if they knew where Jacaranda Hall was. Just as Sejanus approached, he heard snippets of conversation that made him pause.

"Have you seen the new freshman?" one girl with red hair said in a hushed tone of voice.

A boy with light blue hair narrowed his eyes at her. "Which one? There are a few."

"The really hot blond one," she replied, resting her chin on her hand.

"Oh, with the blue eyes?” another girl with pink highlights says in an interested tone. "Yeah, that's Coriolanus Snow."

"Do we know if he's single?" the prettiest of the group asked, who seemed to be the de facto leader as she checked her makeup in her compact.

"I think I heard that he has a boyfriend."

Sejanus smiled, ready to introduce himself to the group as Coriolanus’ boyfriend and ask for directions.

"-but I heard he's dated girls before, so I think he's bisexual,” the pink highlights said conspiratorially.

The leader snapped her compact shut, pursing her lips. "Well, who is his boyfriend?"

"Sejanus Plinth."

He suddenly found himself hiding behind one of the trees that dotted the courtyard.

"The District boy?" she scoffed. "That's who Coriolanus Snow is dating?"

"Yeah, apparently they've been dating for over two years," the boy said.

"That's nothing,” she said dismissively. “I've home-wrecked relationships that lasted much longer." The girl tsked as she crossed her arms. "I can't believe he'd date some District boy. He’s a Snow, for god's sake.” She tossed her gleaming black hair over her shoulder. “You know, I wouldn't be surprised if they break up within the first month here once Coriolanus sees all we have to offer," she added slyly, and the group laughed cruelly.

Sejanus felt like he was seven years old again, and he tried to shove down the sudden hurt and rejection that slammed into him. No matter what he did, everyone in the Capitol saw him as the District boy, inferior in every way just because of where he was born, despite attending the same schools and wearing the same clothes, even if they didn't say it aloud or to his face. He’d heard enough and pushed away from the tree as anxiety gnawed in his stomach.

What if Coriolanus did find someone better?

Sejanus had money, sure, but so did everyone else here. It was one thing to date at the Academy, where their small class size had limited the dating pool significantly. But at the University among attractive, confident upperclassmen who were already talking about breaking them up? Sejanus didn’t like his odds, and he realized he needed to see Coriolanus immediately to remind him that they were in love and had been for two years and to hopefully prevent anyone else from getting to him first.

Sejanus remembered that Coriolanus had wanted to check out the library after they’d attended orientation, and with relief, Sejanus found him reading at a table by himself, oblivious to the longing looks being thrown at him by both boys and girls alike.

Coriolanus looked up at him as Sejanus’ shadow blocked the overhead lights and gave him a dazzling smile. "Oh, hi."

"What do you like about me?" Sejanus blurted as he rested his hands on the mahogany table.

"What do I like about you?” Coriolanus repeated, looking impossibly confused.

"Yes,” Sejanus replied more quietly, his face warming as he sat across from his boyfriend. He realized too late that he had made a bit of a scene as he heard whispers from around the room.

Coriolanus cocked his head. "I like everything about you."

"But…" Sejanus shifted uncomfortably despite the plushness of the chair. "What in particular?"

"I don't have a list off the top of my head." Coryo seemed baffled by the sudden intensity. “Why are you asking me this?”

"I just…need to know," Sejanus replied lamely, his insecurity on the verge of choking him.

Coryo sighed but placed his book facedown on the table and gave Sejanus his full attention. "I like your eyes."

"My eyes?" Sejanus echoed.

"Your eyes are such a pretty color," he said simply.

"They're brown," Sejanus replied, bemused.

"They're the prettiest shade of brown. Like coffee."

Sejanus flushed, pleased, the anxiety starting to uncoil from around his throat. "What else?"

Coryo rolled his eyes but rested his chin on his hand as he regarded him. "I like how well you play the guitar."

"I don't play that well," Sejanus mumbled.

"You play beautifully, and I don't know why you put yourself down like that," Coriolanus replied firmly. "Plus, I like how your callouses feel on my body," he added with a smirk.

Sejanus' face warmed even more, a small smile hesitantly making its way onto his face.

"That brings me to your smile. You have a specific one just for me that you don't give anyone else." Coriolanus continues with a fond expression, "And I like the sound of your voice."

"What else?" Sejanus insisted, needing something to prove he was a worthy partner to Coriolanus Snow. "What makes me different from anyone else to you?"

Coryo rubbed his face before focusing his attention on the desk in front of him with a thoughtful look on his face. For a moment, neither spoke, and Sejanus feared that he had been too pushy.

Then Coriolanus said softly, "You feel like home." His eyes flicked up to meet Sejanus'. "You've always felt like home to me."

Sejanus melted. “Oh.”

“Is that what you needed to hear?” Coriolanus teased him, and Sejanus, thoroughly embarrassed, nodded.

“Thank you,” Sejanus said as Coryo took his hand.

Coryo smiled at him. “Did you find all of your classes?”

“I did not,” Sejanus sighed, unable to believe how quickly and severely he’d spiraled earlier. “I got…distracted.”

“Distracted?” Coriolanus asked.

Just then, the cloying smell of an expensive perfume surrounded them; Sejanus guessed who it was without even looking. Coriolanus furrowed his brow as he noticed his boyfriend tense before he looked up at who stood beside their table.

[bastardcatthings]

max was a better second ferrari driver this race than hamilton

[drop-dead-dropout]

@plague-agent I DID IT I DID THE THING!!! sorry it took so long I literally ended up rewriting the whole thing and adding a semi-hopeful ending and it turned into a 2.2k words oneshot 😭😭😭 thanks for the motivation lol!!

ANYWAYS OVERLY ANGSTY KIMHARRY ONESHOT UNDER THE CUT SFHJFJNSYXGJVHB

edit: HELP I KEEP ADDING THINGS. KDJDHSNB WHATEVER IT'S MORE LIKE 2.5K WORDS NOW

"Really? Of all the things you could've put in there?"

You look up from your chocolate ice cream, into which you've decided to unceremoniously dump an entire bag of potato chips. "But I don't remember what I used to like with my ice cream! This could've been my favorite, for all I know!"

Kim wrinkles his nose in obvious disgust. "I seriously doubt that, detective," he mumbles, before raising a spoonful of tiramisu to his lips. He hums pleasantly at the taste. "I'm glad we came back here. This tiramisu has certainly redeemed that awful blueberry pie from last time."

"Hey, it's not the baker's fault he didn't account for your ridiculous sweet tooth! Honestly, Kim, shame on you, blaming an honest working-class business owner..." You shake your head sternly, as if telling off a misbehaved child.

DRAMA — You're a terrible actor, but it serves you well here. Kim finds it endearing.

COMPOSURE [Success] - Though his ears flush at the mention of his "sweet tooth"— an aspect of himself he finds silly and immature. He coughs awkwardly and goes back to his tiramisu, a bit too embarrassed to continue the conversation.

As you often do when silence lulls between the two of you for any stretch of time, you find yourself saying, "Hey. Hey, Kim. Tell me a secret, Kim."

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. "Honestly, I'd think you knew enough about me by now."

"Never! As long as there are still things left to know, I'm going to keep asking."

EMPATHY — He gives you an odd look when you say that. I shouldn't be surprised by his curiosity anymore, he thinks, or his sincerity, for that matter. But sometimes...

He clears his throat. "Yes, well. Sometimes, it's good to not know everything."

You gasp playfully. "Fuck you, that's, like, the most mysterious thing you could've said! Now I want to know even more!"

"That's too bad," Kim says, sipping demurely at a cup of hot chocolate. "Since I won't be telling you."

With a frustrated groan, you take a bite of your ice cream. "Oh, hey! It's actually not bad!" As you tear into your dessert, Kim merely rolls his eyes with an unmistakable fondness.

SUGGESTION — Psst, Harry, over here. You're always asking Kim for secrets, but you don't really seem to get anywhere. Why not just ask us?

I can do that?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Success] — Oh yes, Harry-boy. Give me a turn, I could tell you all about speedfreak Kitsuragi over here. Did you know he pierced his—

VOLITION [Success] — No no, nothing like that. Please, not when he's right there. I don't trust our ability to keep our face neutral. No offense, Composure.

COMPOSURE — None taken. Trust me, I know better than anyone, it's a shitshow in here.

LOGIC — You could ask another one of us, though. I'm sure there's some sort of reasonable compromise here, it doesn't have to be inappropriate sexual fantasies or nothing.

You take another bite of ice cream, trying your best not to look like a deranged lunatic staring off into space. Kim doesn't look too concerned, though— he's used to this, and he appreciates the moments of mutual quiet, too. So what sort of things could you guys tell me? Which one of you should I pick?

SHIVERS [Success] — I could tell you about his life. I witnessed his childhood firsthand: summers and birthdays, mostly spent poor and alone. If you wanted, I could tell you things even he doesn't know— about the parents he never met, two young communard revolutionaries in love. I could tell you how they were killed, and who killed them, too.

SAVOIR FAIRE — Okay, that sounds like a huge bummer. Do me a favor and don't pick that one.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Success] — I could tell you about how he organizes his thoughts, lists and compartments and pages upon pages of notes, both in his notebook and, when it's not available, in his head. I've spent a lot of time pondering what it's like in there, and I think I've got an accurate guess.

INTERFACING — I like this one. It's not quite as interesting as ms. war-and-bloodshed's idea, but it's still good. Besides, learning how Kim approaches problem-solving might actually make us a better detective.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] — I could tell you how he feels about you. As a partner, of course, anything more than that is beyond my area of expertise.

EMPATHY [Success?] — …

Woah, what's up with that?

EMPATHY [Failure] — I could tell you more. But... No, I'm sorry, I don't think I will. I can't be the one to show you the inner workings of his heart, I just can't, not when I know exactly how badly he wants to remain unseen. It would hurt too much.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — That's too bad. But hey, my offer's still on the table—

VOLITION [Success] — Behave.

1. — Turn to Kim. "The voices are currently offering to explain all your secrets to me, by the way. So there." (Do not say this???)

2. — [Shivers — Legendary] Tell me about Kim's life.

-1 Way too depressing to think about on some random Sunday

3. — [Visual Calculus — Legendary] Tell me about the way Kim thinks.

+1 Actually useful?? You know, for our job???

-> 4. — [Esprit De Corps — Godly] Tell me about how Kim feels about me. As a partner.

+1 Professional rapport

+1 More than professional (you guys are pretty good friends by now, right?)

+2 You still remember the way his voice shook as you bled out in his arms

5. — [Empathy — Impossible] No, I want more than that. Tell me more.

-3 It's not happening, Harry. I won't do it.

6. — [Electrochemistry — Heroic] No, no, tell me more about this "speedfreak Kitsuragi" stuff.

-1 Volition is disappointed in you

+1 You really do want to know, though

7. — Actually, maybe I shouldn't do this. (Leave)

HALF-LIGHT [Success] — WAIT! Don't pick that one, please. It's dangerous. It's going to hurt.

REACTION SPEED — What? That one seems like one of the less dangerous options, actually. What are you freaking out for?

ENDURANCE — Ugh, don't listen to that thing. It's just a mangy little dog that jumps at its own shadow.

INLAND EMPIRE [Success] — The shadow is dark and cold, and it wraps itself around the one you love, its fingers coated in yellowish-white grains of sand, but it will turn him blue. You cannot save him.

RHETORIC — ... What are you even talking about? There's no sand here. We're in Central Jamrock, not Iilmara.

1. — This is getting weird. (Pick a different one.)

-> 2. — No, I'll stick with my first choice.

[CHECK SUCCESS]

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] — Oh, no... Harry, I'm so sorry. This was supposed to be the safe option. Just a quick peek into his psyche to see what he thinks of working with you. If I'd known it would be something like this, I never would've...

What, does he hate me or something?

EMPATHY [Success] — Don't say that. Please don't say that... You have no idea how much pain I'm in. You have no idea how wrong you are.

ESPRIT DE CORPS — When Pryce first assigned him as your partner, after a few weeks of begging, you heard Lieutenant Kitsuragi mumble something under his breath. You weren't paying attention at the time, too excited to care, but you did hear him, in the back of your mind:

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Success] — "I won't live through the death of another partner," he'd whispered to himself.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Success] — He'd briefly glanced back at you as he'd said it, almost nervous, his small smile tensing at the corners like he'd suddenly had to fake it.

LOGIC [Success] — He wasn't saying he didn't want to be your partner. Clearly he did, because he is.

EMPATHY [Success] — It was worse than that, so much worse... A promise to himself.

INLAND EMPIRE — You cannot save him.

INLAND EMPIRE [Success] — He would only do it if you were gone. Gone to somewhere you'd never come back from. Gone to somewhere you wouldn't be able to stop him.

[-1 MORALE]

HALF-LIGHT — I told you it was going to hurt.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] — Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi is a practical man, more concerned with privacy and efficiency than anything else. He would never drive his beloved Kineema into a ravine, for example— instead, three bottles sit in a lonely box in his bathroom cabinet: cimetidine, metoclopramide, and sodium nitrite.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Success] — The first two are just over-the counter drugs. Their only purpose is to counteract the side effects of the latter.

PAIN THRESHOLD — A small comfort he would allow himself in death.

ESPRIT DE CORPS — None of them have been opened since their purchase three years ago, but if ever he felt the need, he would not hesitate to do it.

EMPATHY [Success] — No. He would hesitate. Even if just for a minute, the weight of it all would be difficult for him to shake. Kim Kitsuragi is a man with an incredibly strong survival instinct; it's just how he's wired. In that moment, he would feel as though time itself was slowing down as he struggled to move through the thick miasma of dread and fear, like swimming upriver through the Esperance. But it would not be enough to stop him.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Success] — His extremities would be blue in minutes. He would be dead within hours, at most.

[-1 MORALE]

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Success] — You wonder, did his hands shake when he purchased these supplies? Did his eyes shine with the thin film of unshed tears when he packed them away in that cabinet? Did he even let himself cry?

COMPOSURE — Or was he as calm as ever, save for the slightest difference in the set of his jaw?

VOLITION — Does it even matter? Either way, he is not nearly as sane as you believe him to be.

ESPRIT DE CORPS — Don't feel too bad for not noticing. He prefers it that way.

EMPATHY [Success] — And do you want to know the worst part? He's happy. He really is, Harry. He loves being your partner and he loves being here, with you. This is just what happiness looks like to him. How it's always looked, since...

INTERFACING [Success] — He refuses to let himself be happy without an exit strategy. One foot out the door. A finger on the eject button. Just in case.

[-1 MORALE]

HALF-LIGHT — Whatever fancy thing you want to call it won't change the fact that he's in DANGER. We need to help him!

EMPATHY — No. You were never meant to see this. Any of this.

SUGGESTION — And besides, what exactly are you going to say? Accusing a random person of wanting to kill themselves, specifically of wanting to kill themselves in response to you dying— it would make you look like a delusional egomaniac at best.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] — Lieutenant Kitsuragi is NOT a random person! He's our partner. What even are we if we can't protect our own partner?!

HAND-EYE COORDINATION [Failure] — He asks himself the same question, every single night.

[!] [MORALE CRITICAL] [!]

EMPATHY — Stop it! Please, you're hurting me! I can't take this anymore—

INLAND EMPIRE [Failure] — YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM, HARRIER. YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM YOU CAN'T—

"Detective?" Kim is shaking your shoulder, looking a little worried. "Apologies. I usually don't interrupt you when you're..." Communing with the voices in your head, he doesn't say. "... But you started crying. Here, I have some magnesium— you can take it with your potato chip ice cream abomination." He smiles a little, and you know he's just trying to cheer you up.

SUGGESTION — And because you are a pathetically easy creature, it works on you.

[+1 MORALE]

Grinning back at him even as tears continue to well up in your eyes, you down the magnesium with a spoonful of your ice cream. The chips are soggy by now, and it tastes much worse than before, but the magnesium does its job.

Kim huffs a quiet laugh at the disgruntled look on your face. "That bad, huh? Well, I won't say 'I told you so'."

-> 1. — [Volition — Impossible] Stay calm.

2. — [Pain Threshold — Legendary] Punch yourself in the mouth. You won't be able to say anything if you're missing teeth.

[CHECK FAILURE]

VOLITION [Failure] — I'm sorry. It was never going to happen.

"Kim, y-you wouldn't—" Your fragile smile crumples like wet paper as a sob wrenches itself from your chest.

Immediately, Kim's eyes widen, and his hand tightens on your shoulder. Protective. "Harry," he says, softly, too softly, almost like it's not something you were meant to hear at all. Then: "We should get out of here. I was planning to let you stay at mine anyways. Hopefully my couch won't start calling you names, like last time— I was sure to give it a stern talking-to, you know," he adds, forcing levity into his voice.

EMPATHY [Success] — He cares about you so much. It's going to break you.

INLAND EMPIRE [Failure] — We can't save him. I'm sorry, we just can't, there's nothing we can—

HALF-LIGHT — nopleasenonononono—

VOLITION [Success] — You're wrong. Both of you are wrong. We're not helpless, and he's not hopeless. There is still time to fix this.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] — Go with him. You know what you need to do.

"Of course," you croak out, wiping your face with a napkin. "Thank you, Kim."

—

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] — The next morning, long after his partner has left, Lieutenant Kitsuragi stumbles out of the shower and puts on his glasses. He opens the bathroom cabinet to look for his razor, so he can shave the patchy stubble under his chin— only to blink in surprise when he sees that a familiar box, tucked away in the back, is open and empty.

EMPATHY [Success] — He feels so many things at once that it's almost as if he feels nothing at all.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Success] — But it's not nothing, is it? It can't be nothing. If it was nothing, it wouldn't hurt this much. If it was nothing, there wouldn't be any hope.

EMPATHY [Success] — He allows himself to cry. Quiet and subdued, but even still, it's the first time he's cried in far too long. And it's awful and cathartic and miserable and furious and so, so afraid, but if you were to turn the lights off, you might see the tiniest spark in his lungs, the faint glow of something terrifying he can't quite smother. The ghost of his younger self pounding its fists against his ribcage, screaming as if begging for its life—

INLAND EMPIRE [Success] — LOVED LOVED WE ARE LOVED WE ARE WANTED WE ARE CARED FOR WE CAN BE SAFE AND HAPPY AND LOVED—

SHIVERS [Success] — Staring blankly at an empty cardboard box in his bathroom, a 44-year-old man lets himself cry openly for the first time in approximately two thousand, one hundred and ninety-six days. After all, he reasons, no one is there. No one can see the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and sliding down his face.

EMPATHY [Success] — No one except you.

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[theside-b]

LOVE FOR LOVE'S SAKE (2024) episode 1 | episode 8

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

I love that while Yami is worried about the loss of 1000 attack points, Dark Magician Girl is unconcernedly admiring her new kicks