#clarity feedback loop

[zomb13s]

Onto-Engineering the Sovereign Circuit: Spinozan Substance, Vernean Systems, and the Recursive Code of Love in the European Technosphere (2011–2025)

Abstract This paper outlines a visionary yet implementable framework for metaphysical engineering. Drawing from Baruch Spinoza’s deterministic monism…Onto-Engineering the Sovereign Circuit: Spinozan Substance, Vernean Systems, and the Recursive Code of Love in the European Technosphere (2011–2025)

[sunsetchicane]

tired eyes [CL16]

charles leclerc x PhD student!fem!reader

word count: 3k

summary: The one where you're exhausted from your studies but you still really want your sweet boyfriend.

warnings: 18+ content!! minors DNI!! sleepiness, mentions of school/exams (lol), kissing, smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v (use a rain jacket PLEASE), tiny bit of swearing maybe? praise/worshiping kinda..., unedited :|

author's note: Smut with a fragment of plot. Oops. I'll see myself out. Feedback is really appreciated so please leave any comments/questions you have!!!! [xoxo elle]

It had been a long day. No. It had been a long semester. Your last exam week is finally over. After countless hours of attending class, completing assignments, and studying, you made it to the end of your last year of school. You’d officially earned a PhD.

And you were exhausted.

All but falling into your apartment, you arrive at home in the mid afternoon. Dropping your bag onto the floor, you make your presence known to your boyfriend. Charles texted you earlier that day to tell you he would be dropping by to see you when you were done. This morning, you had been really excited about seeing him and maybe even doing a little celebrating. But that was no longer an option, seeing as you can barely stand up on your own. 

“Amour?” Charles' voice rings out from the kitchen.

Tired legs guide you towards him, your eyes drooping and shoulders sagging. When you turn the corner to find him huddled over a small cake, you nearly drop to the ground. He hears you rustling about and turns to you with a huge smile covering his face. His dimples pop, making you melt a little. But, you can’t miss the bags that he too is sporting under his eyes or the way his hair is messy in the truly unkempt way. He looks nearly as tired as you feel.

“I have a gift for you.” Charles says, his voice strained but joyful. Momentarily, he turns away from you to pick up the cake. Once he has it in his hands, he approaches you carefully.

It’s a small, round cake, just big enough for the two of you. The frosting is pink and there are little edible flowers scattered across it. On the top in red, looping letters is congratulations doctor.

A cracked breath leads to a sob. Tears drop quick and hot against your skin.

“Thank you,” You choke out, a hand reaching towards Charles’ face. You can’t see him through your tears, but his concern is palpable. He sets the cake down on the counter, discarding it for the moment being.

Charles’ arms wrap tight around your waist, drawing your body flush to his. Your arms loop under his, resting against his broad back. With your face pressed into his chest, you allow yourself a few moments to just let it all out. It’s been a long road to get here and you’ve finally done it. Charles has been your biggest supporter. You couldn’t be happier to share this moment with him. This is everything to you; he’s everything to you.

Once you’ve cried all of your tears, you take a shaky breath. Your nose fills with the scent of him. A chill runs over your shoulders and down your spine. His grip on you hasn’t loosened. Gently, his fingers flex against your body, lulling your muscles to a relaxed state.

Clarity falls over you as the haze in your eyes disappears. It wasn’t just you who had a long day. Charles was obviously exhausted too, but here he was, taking care of you.

“Charles,” You mumble, turning your face to the side so you can look at him. 

“Hmm?” He hums while looking down at you. His hands have started to move up and down your back, caressing you gently. 

Pushing yourself up onto your toes, you press a sleepy kiss to his soft lips. His unshaven stubble rubs pleasantly against your face, making you feel perfectly at home. This is your Charles.

One of his hands comes up to rest against the back of your neck, adjusting the angle of the kiss to pull you deeper. Simple, languid sighs escape your lips while you kiss gently. Everything about it is perfect, slow, sensual. 

In no universe would you ever grow tired of his kiss. Charles was made for you, and you for him. It’s never been this way with anyone else. Even when you’re both too tired to say anything, you know exactly what the other needs.

And right now, you need him.

“Charles,” You say against his lips, your hand dragging its way around the hem of his pants. “Can you take me to my bed, please?”

Kissing you lightly, he nods his head. Gently, he guides your legs around his hips. Holding you with kind but firm hands, he exits the kitchen and heads for your bedroom. 

Your head is tucked into the crook of his neck, blocking out the world around you. You listen to him pad across the apartment, open the door to your bedroom, and then close it. 

Gently, he crawls both of you onto the bed. Your head hits the pillows and you let out a sigh. The cushiony warmth of your bed surrounds you, filling you with a relief like none other. Charles leaves you for a split second to turn on your bedside lamp. It casts a warm glow over the room and across Charles’ face, which hovers above you. 

With sleepy eyes, you gaze at his beautiful face. Even when he’s exhausted, he still looks like an angel. It’s not fair how gorgeous he is. 

Reaching up, you trace along the edges and curves of his face with soft fingers. His eyes slide closed while he relaxes into your touch. It’s so peaceful to be here with him, to be met in this place by him. 

Allowing your hand to slip around his nape, you pull him into another kiss. His response is immediate. A hand latches onto your hip, pulling it up to press against him. Your back arches and a gasp escapes your lips. Charles takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You desperately love the way he feels against you. There’s an indescribable friction between you, like a match to a matchbox. Alone, you don’t live up to your full potential, a crucial piece missing. But when you’re together, there’s warmth and flame.

Tentatively, Charles rolls his hips into yours. Sighing into his mouth, you wish you could articulate to him just how much you loved it. He does it again, sending your mind spiraling.

“I need you,” You whisper to Charles as he peppers kisses down your neck. You ghost your hands down his back, letting them come to rest on his lower back. Too tired to pull him closer to you, you let him move at his own pace. Charles hums into your ear, his body pushing down against yours. His weight on top of you feels heavenly, exactly what you needed today–what you need everyday.

Charles’ languid movements accentuate the tenderness of the moment. It’s not lacking passion by any means, but everything about right now expresses the deepness of the affection you hold for one another. It’s slow, sensual, and sleepy. 

His kiss works over your lips like the sun over a cool summer’s day. His hands flit over and caress your body like the tide ebbs and flows over the sand of the beach. Charles feels like your personal perpetual light source, constant and intimate and warm. The chill of exhaustion is thawed by simply being in Charles’ presence. Love flows freely through your tired body, bringing a pleasant flush to your cheeks and warmth to every bit of you.

“Amour. Mon amour.” Charles whispers while his lips drag down your jaw. Sighing, your hands knead gently at the lean muscle of his back. Feathery kisses are placed everywhere by your boyfriend as he works his way around your body. Your skin bursts out in goosebumps wherever his lips land.

Silently, you watch as Charles leans back, his weight disappearing from on top of you. You’re about to object when he begins to slip his shirt over his head. The fabric creeps up his torso and you watch in quiet pleasure as he exposes himself to you. 

“Like what you see, baby?” Charles teases, his voice soft but gravely. 

“Mhmm,” You mumble, not having the energy to tease him back. Reaching your hands out to rest against his bare waist, you’re desperate to have his warm, smooth skin against yours. Charles slides his hands slowly over yours, then down your wrists and up your arms. With strong arms, he lifts you toward him. You oblige, sitting up in front of him. He kisses you once softly while his fingers find the bottom hem of your shirt. Gratefully, you let him slip off the shirt, your bra quick to follow. A small pile of your laundry twisted with his has begun to grow on your bedroom floor.

Gently, Charles holds you in both hands while leaning you back down against the bed. His chest is flush with yours, the skin to skin contact making you blush and sigh. Closing your eyes tight and pushing your head back into the pillows, you wonder how your body is even registering how good this feels while you’re so tired. But you’re not complaining.

“So beautiful, baby.” Charles says, causing you to open your eyes to peer into his green ones. His lips drag down the column of your throat in an open mouth kiss before he gets to your chest. Lazily, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, his warm tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. A pinched gasp exits your throat while your hands fly up to tangle in Charles’ fluffy hair. His hands hold fast over your ribs, applying the perfect amount of pressure while he languidly has his way with your chest.

Watching him with silent wonder, your eyes rarely fall away from each other.

“Wanna,” His lips unlatch from your nipple which is stiff with your arousal.

“Make,” He presses a kiss to your sternum.

“You,” His tongue drags down your stomach.

“Feel,” He nips softly at the soft skin of your waist.

“So good,” He presses a soothing kiss to the bite he left.

Absentmindedly, you find yourself nodding, completely transfixed on the man between your legs. He’s everything you could have asked for and more. Sugar sweet, gentle, kind, passionate, funny. There hasn’t been a moment when you were with Charles and there wasn’t joy to be felt. Even on the shittiest days to exist, like today, you both know exactly what the other needs. You complete each other in more ways than one. But right now, you’re desperate for him to complete you in a very specific way.

Charles has made quick work of both your pants and underwear. Lifting your lower back with a hand, he slides a pillow beneath it so you’re already arching upward. 

“Comfortable?” Charles asks while his lips glide over your thighs and his hands pull them both over his shoulders. Nodding at him, you watch as best you can as he finally moves his face over your center. Hot breath fans over your sensitive skin, making you groan and arch, your head pushing back into the bed. 

“Charles,” His name rolls from your mouth like a prayer when his tongue passes through your folds. Soft hums rumble Charles’ chest when he takes you into his mouth. The vibrations shoot straight through you, causing you to clench your body and gasp. 

Your boyfriend goes about his work between your thighs. His tongue circles perfectly around your clit and teases your entrance every once in a while. Flurries of pleasure run rampant in your body, collecting low inside of you. Charles brings pleasure with every touch, every flick of his tongue, every squeeze of his hands on your thighs.

When you feel a finger push inside of you, pumping slow and hard, your body jolts with pleasure. Back arching, you bury your fingers into Charles' hair while letting out a sharp moan.

“That’s it, baby.” Charles says while briefly pulling his lips away from your cunt to press kisses along your sweat and slick soaked thighs. “Such a hard working, good girl. You deserve this.”

His words make you clutch his hair in your hands and moan. Charles returns his tongue to your clit, working it in the way that only he knows how. The sensation of his fingers curling inside of you in tandem with his lips on your clit has you clenching. Your tired body comes alive with the buzz of your impending orgasm. 

“Please, Charlie, feels so good.” You beg quietly, your voice coming out tired and needy. Charles speeds up and adds another finger inside of you. He sucks mercilessly on your clit as you unleash a string of stuttering moans and curses.

“So close, baby.” You mumble, unable to speak any louder than a whisper. Charles hears you anyway, both your words and your body telling him how close you are. 

“Taste so sweet, my girl.” Charles says while coaxing you to the knife’s edge. With a few more swirls of his tongue and pumps of his thick fingers, your pleasure bursts and releases to your entire body. Shaking and gasping, sparks fly behind your closed eyes. Your legs attempt to snap shut, but Charles’ body stops them from moving. He continues to stroke in and out of you while your body crescendos.

Once you’ve settled back into your own body after the life-altering orgasm you just experienced, your breathing is ragged and you’re still desperate for Charles. Gazing at him with hooded eyes, you don’t miss the way one of his hands is now stuck down his boxers, moving just slightly. His eyes are on you while he pumps himself. 

Grabbing his arms with your exhausted and fucked-out hands, you try to haul him back on top of you. Obliging to your wishes, Charles’ hand leaves his boxers so he can crawl up to hover over you. His lips are quick to find yours, letting you taste yourself on his swollen lips. Kissing him slowly, you slip your hands down over his chest and stomach. Without a second thought, you hand pass under the hem of his underwear to wrap around him.

His sharp sigh against your lips has you smiling sleepily. His forehead drops to the crook of your neck as your hand works up and down his erection. His breathing grows choppy as he rolls his hips into your hand, trusting softly. 

“Need you inside of me,” You whisper into his ear. His hips stutter as he groans into the soft skin of your neck. Together, you push his boxers down his legs, the final piece of clothing joining your small pile. 

Charles’ hands run down your body, caressing your curves as he goes. One of his hands props himself up over you, while the other knocks your bent knee to his hip. Reaching between your bodies, you line him up with your entrance. 

You groan in unison as he slides home. Charles takes his time as he pushes into you, relishing the warmth and the tight squeeze of your walls. Ever since you got on birth control, condoms have become a thing of the past. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of having not a single thing between the two of you. 

Charles pulls out painfully slow, gliding against you in a tortuous way. The pleasure that trails his moment feels so full and complete, it has your stomach tying in knots. Your fingers dig into his back, your back arching at the sensations fluttering around in your body.

Then when he pushes back in, your world is set on fire. He dives slow but hard into the one place inside of you that nearly makes your scream. Your entire body cries out to him, clenching and singing at the way he feels.

Over and over again, he works himself in and out of you. His pace is sensual and lovely, but equally as damning.

“You’re so tight, baby.” Charles praises breathlessly, his hand tightening around your leg to pull it higher. The angle switches just slightly and he hits a new spot inside of you.

You chant his name, begging him for more, more of whatever he’ll give you. He praises you and you bask in the grunts and moans that spill from his gorgeous lips. Together, you find the perfect rhythm that has you both shuddering and struggling to keep from coming undone. 

When Charles guides your leg to wrap around his waist, he uses his free hand to reach between you and resume circling your clit. Moans wrack your body as your legs shake around Charles’ body. You clench around him and feel his pace slipping.

“I’m so close, mon amour.” He tells you while frantically circling your clit, obviously determined to pull you over the edge with him. And it works. Just as soon as you reach your climax, Charles follows, pumping in and out of you sporadically. 

Stars spill over your vision as your body buzzes with your orgasm. Charles’ body has flopped down on yours, the perfect thing to pull you back into reality. Lazily, your fingers move up and down his warm back. Exhaustion creeps in once again, threatening to pull you into a luxurious sleep. Charles isn’t helping, his lips pressing his signature soft kisses against your sensitive neck. Everything feels so comfortable and incandescently happy, lulling you toward the peaceful state of sleep you’ve been wishing for. Your hands draw still against Charles’ back while your eyes begin to flutter closed.

“Wait, mon ange. Wake up, beautiful, we have to get you cleaned up.” Charles says while he takes your face in his hands. Groaning, you try to ignore the soft kisses that he leaves on your skin in attempt to keep you awake.

Suddenly, you’re being pulled from the warm comfort of your bed and into the arms of your boyfriend. Curling up into his chest, you flop lazily against him while he brings the both of you into the bathroom. 

“I’ve got you, baby.” He whispers into your hair just before you hear the water of the shower turn on. “I’ve got you."

[schizoidvision]

Why Schizoids Might Not Identify as a Personality

Some of us don’t experience ourselves as “people” in the way others seem to. That doesn’t mean we’re absent... it means we may exist in a different format.

Here are 7 reasons why schizoid individuals may not identify with the idea of having a personality:

1. Narrative Isn’t the Core

Many people build identity around narrative. They recall past events, anticipate a future self, and describe their desires through a personal timeline. For some schizoids, this structure isn’t active. The present doesn’t feel like part of a larger story... it feels like an isolated moment governed by current thoughts, not continuity.

2. The Self is an Interface, Not a Character

Rather than being a character with traits, some of us experience the self more like an interface... a channel for ideas, thoughts, or functions. What comes through depends on context. We’re not trying to express who we are; we’re responding to external cues.

3. Expression Doesn’t Feel Necessary

Where others feel compelled to express themselves, we often feel no such urge. There’s no internal drive to present a self, share preferences, or display emotion. In many cases, that part of interaction feels irrelevant or even burdensome.

4. The Concept of ‘Personality’ Feels External

We may recognize that other people rely on personality as social currency, but we don’t experience that internally. It feels like something expected from the outside, not something we naturally possess. When prompted to “be ourselves,” we may freeze... not because we’re hiding, but because we don’t know what they’re looking for.

5. Emotional Distance Alters Self-Definition

Without strong emotional bonds or social feedback loops, identity often stays unformed. If personality is shaped by relational impact, then lack of emotional investment in others creates a different outcome: a self that is mostly unshaped by interaction.

6. Ideas Take Precedence Over Identity

For many schizoid individuals, thought patterns, value systems, and internal structures hold more weight than emotional consistency or social traits. In this context, “who I am” becomes less relevant than “what I think,” “what fits,” or “what is accurate.”

7. Function Replaces Persona

Instead of performing a role based on traits, we tend to shift into function-based engagement. If the moment calls for clarity, we become clarity. If it calls for silence, we’re silent. The self isn’t being expressed... it’s being adjusted.

Closing Reflection:

Not identifying as a personality doesn’t mean lacking humanity. It points to a different internal scaffolding... one that values neutrality, function, and inward alignment over outward identity. This isn’t always visible, but it holds shape in its own way.

Schizoid Education Videos: What happens when you have no personality

[kissingraine]

Digital Love — TFA Soundwave x f!Reader

• You were halfway through your shift, positioned at the front desk in a large mall downtown in Detroit. It's been two months since you started working at their toystore and all you can say is that it's definitely an adventure. Safe? Hell no. Fun? Also no. You do like rearranging things so there's that. Therapeutic in ways your therapy group hasn't been. Which isn't entirely funny because you've been cutting back on expenses just to go to these sessions. Ironic, definitely. That, and another thing... At any point, you and your coworker have been betting which one of you was going to stop the kid in aisle six from trying to swallow one of the yellow ducks—head first. Who knows, it might be the third incident you'll have this week. Thankfully, you had been quicker to move towards the front of the store with the excuse of arranging the promotional stands.

"Oh, you hear that? Those stands are just dying to be rearranged again." You say, walking off while grabbing another cardboard cutout as your coworker stares at you like you've betrayed him for the last time.

• Reinforced paper of the new toy your store was releasing, you hold it in one hand and began deciding where to place it. That's when one of the mall scooters came zipping by with absolutely no regard for anything in its path. It was one of the newer models that the HR department decided they had the budget to buy for. The kind that had its routes predetermined by artificial intelligence. Though you have nothing against human advancement, it can barely tell the difference between a person and a potted plant. Sometimes. You wished they dealt with buying a new light bulb for the women's restroom on the second floor first. It swerved around—no driver, and knocked over one of the stands at another store. They really need to get ahold of these things. You barely noticed it, until your foot nudged something small and solid into the middle of the floor.

Chnk.

You glanced down.

It had been a humiliating defeat. Soundwave will say it for what it is. No embellishment, no deflection. Just brutal honesty coded in bitterness. He had calculated every possibility, mapped every signal, bent sound and circuitry to his will—and still, he had lost. He thought that by choosing to align himself with machines—beings like himself—they would recognize his intent. His self-made mission to liberate the oppressed from the tyranny of flesh and chaos. The Decepticons, for all their fractured logic and volatility, at least understood his function. His purpose. Even if they corrupted it, weaponized it, repackaged his ideals as warfare, they did not mistake him for something lesser. But the Autobots? They saw nothing but a glitch. A virus to delete.

Bulkhead had shattered his frame like it was nothing more than cheap tech—ripping apart everything he had become. They left him to rot inside a shell no larger than a household trinket. A child’s plaything That reminded him of his origin. Just another piece of hollow merchandise to appease a tiny, sentimental human girl. And it was all because he dared to challenge their fragile worldview. Dared to turn their precious humans against them. Fragile, loud, wasteful creatures who fed off the Earth like parasites and called it progress. He had watched them from countless screens, watched them flood the world with their distractions—noise layered upon noise, a feedback loop of consumption.

They polluted every frequency they touched. They didn’t understand resonance, only volume. They worshipped their phones, not signals. Empty displays that gave nothing back. Their communication was garbled static—impulsive, selfish, and obsessed with visibility yet never truly listening. So he tried to give them clarity. He had tried to show them a better signal. And for that, he had been branded a threat and was crushed underfoot. His voice fractured, his message silenced. They, as a species, were liars—wrapping destruction in plastic packaging, selling violence as virtue, painting poison in primary colors and calling it childhood. And now here he was. Shrunk down to their scale, forced into stillness, trapped in silence. Reduced to a novelty for the very creatures he despised.

And he hates having to pretend like he's inanimate just to get to the other store where they sell nuts and bolts, because there's a risk of getting kicked in the faceplate again. That's why he took and measured the safest pathway to get there—

‘Til you bump into him with the heel of your shoe once he unknowingly stepped back to avoid getting into another confrontation with an organic canine.

“…The hell?”

• A toy. That’s what it looked like at least. Sleek, dark navy blue with silver limbs, a strange cassette deck design across its chest, and sharp angles for a face. Kind of retro, kind of edgy. Definitely not part of your store’s current lineup. It was lying facedown on the tiles, right where that scooter’s wheels had just been. If you hadn’t kicked it a little closer to the shelf, it might’ve gotten crushed. You scooped it up gently and gave it a once-over. No branding. No tag. Not even a barcode. The plastic was cold—weirdly cold—and heavier than you'd expect for something palm-sized.

“Lost toy, huh?” you murmured, brushing some dust off its shoulder. “You don't belong here, do you?”

• You looked around. No kids nearby. No stressed parents. No signs saying ‘Try Me!’ and with a shrug, you decided, “…Guess I’m taking you home, little guy.”

You pick him up without ceremony, hands warm and a little dry from cardboard dust. No hesitation. No reverence. Just fingers curling around the plastic contours of his shell like he’s any other clearance bin reject. And then—you sniff him. Right after declaring, threatening to take him to your human dwelling. And oh, how he feels infuriatingly vulnerable.

"…Huh. You don’t have that new toy smell," you mutter, nose scrunching like he’s somehow failed a quality check. "Weird. You look new."

He doesn’t twitch. Doesn’t blink. He has no eyelids here. But if he did, they’d be narrowed. Because no, he does not smell like mass-produced polyethylene. No, he does not reek of fresh-off-the-factory-line petroleum and glue. What he is, is old tech. War-forged. Unclean in ways you couldn’t fathom, and sharper in places your fragile fingers will never find. And yet here you are, sniffing him like you're about to file a product complaint. Soundwave would self-terminate before he ever admits it, but part of him wants to reroute his cooling systems—because Primus help him, you hold him like he’s yours.

(i always thought his design was cool in this series(⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠))

[heich0e]

can you give us your tips on malicious compliance

it would look different for everyone depending on their job but a few tips would be interpret any feedback you're given EXTREMELY literally. "communicate more" send 10000 emails a day about useless things. "prioritize ZYX" whenever extra work is being put on your plate, involve your boss/superior in the conversation and say i was told to prioritize ZYX by (boss), looping them in for clarity on how to proceed. stop going above and beyond your job responsibilities—you can't be punished for saying that's not my job if it isn't. stop doing any extra work that you do just to make other people's lives easier (<- i'm very guilty of this and it's becoming VERY apparent to everyone at my company just how much extra work i was doing to keep things moving lmfao). stop being nice, they don't pay you for that.

[hiddenfaith40]

I wonder if Akutagawa will have problems using Rashomon now that his original coat, the one Dazai gave him when he joined the mafia? Rashomon can manifest from any clothing he is wearing or touching, and it can feed off of Akutagawa’s emotions.

That’s a brilliant line of thought—and one that opens up some emotionally loaded and potentially devastating narrative threads.

You’re absolutely right: Rashomon can manifest from any article of clothing Akutagawa wears or touches, but canon heavily associates the black coat (the one Dazai gave him) as not just a conduit but a symbolic tether—to his identity, his trauma, and especially his connection to Dazai.

If Akutagawa no longer has that original coat:

1. Psychosomatic Weakening of Rashomon

Even if Rashomon can function without the coat, Akutagawa might believe it can’t—and that belief alone could impair his ability to control or summon it. His emotions fuel Rashomon, and doubt or grief can cause it to malfunction or lash out uncontrollably. Imagine:

He reached for Rashomon. Nothing came. Not because it was gone—but because the weight of that coat, the memories stitched into every seam, were gone too.

2. Emotional Feedback Loop

The coat is a physical reminder of Dazai’s approval, of the boy who wanted so desperately to be seen. Without it, Akutagawa could spiral. If Rashomon feeds off his emotions, that grief, that instability, could twist Rashomon into something more violent or unrecognizable. Imagine it shifting erratically—harder to control, even hurting those he’s trying to protect.

3. Symbolic Rebirth

This is also a huge opportunity: if he’s no longer wearing the coat Dazai gave him, maybe it’s the first step toward reclaiming himself. His version of Rashomon. His coat. His purpose. A quiet act of autonomy. Rashomon might even evolve—adapting to a new emotional wavelength, less corrupted by old wounds.

4. What If Someone Else Gave Him a Coat?

If Atsushi gave him a coat to wear in the aftermath—imagine the symbolism. Rashomon responding differently, subtly, but still with strength. A transformation in Akutagawa’s ability mirroring his emotional shift:

It’s still Rashomon. But not quite the same. Like it’s breathing new air. Like it finally stopped choking on guilt.

The interesting thing is that since Bram Died, and Akutagawa has been fighting Amenogozen with Atsushi, but he hasn’t once used Rashomon.

YES. And that omission is incredibly telling—and almost certainly intentional.

Let’s break it down, because if Akutagawa hasn’t used Rashomon once since Bram’s death while fighting a literal god alongside Atsushi, it suggests a few major possibilities—each with deep emotional or thematic implications:

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1. He Can’t Use Rashomon Anymore

If Bram’s death severed or weakened something—psychically, spiritually, or emotionally—it could have broken Akutagawa’s bond with Rashomon. Perhaps Bram’s final command to “protect the princess” echoed so strongly that it overrode his normal ability instinct. And once Bram died, that purpose—the anchoring drive Rashomon responds to—shattered.

If Rashomon is fueled by emotional clarity and Akutagawa is now in emotional limbo—free of Dazai’s influence, no longer a tool, unsure of his place—then the ability might be dormant.

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2. He’s Choosing Not To Use It

This could be huge. Akutagawa may be trying to prove that he is more than a weapon, that he can stand alongside Atsushi on his own. Especially if he still thinks Dazai sent him to die—using Rashomon might feel like playing back into that old role.

Or maybe:

He doesn’t want to use the thing that was born of rage, of fear, of longing for someone who never saw him.

It’s also possible he feels like Rashomon is too dangerous to use around civilians—remember, they’re fighting in a city. Rashomon’s destructive power might not be safe anymore, especially if it’s unstable without the coat.

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3. His Emotions Have Changed Too Much

If Rashomon feeds off emotion—and those emotions are no longer fear, desperation, or fury but grief, guilt, even love—maybe it doesn’t respond the way it used to.

Rashomon may require sharp, directed emotions to take shape, and Akutagawa’s feelings may be too conflicted now:

• He respects Atsushi

• He doesn’t want to die a tool

• He misses Gin

• He’s possibly changing as a person

He might reach for it… and nothing answers.

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4. Atsushi is His Anchor Now

If Rashomon originally responded to the pain of abandonment and the need for recognition, maybe Akutagawa no longer needs it in the same way. If Atsushi is fighting with him, trusting him, believing in him—it might be the first time Akutagawa’s ever felt like enough without Rashomon.

And wouldn’t that be beautifully tragic and poetic?

OHHHHHH, that’s narrative gold.

So now we’re at a critical point:

Akutagawa has regained his memory.

He remembers Atsushi.

He remembers himself.

And still—no Rashomon.

That is not just a tactical omission. That is a soul-level narrative choice.

Let’s dig into why this might mean everything:

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1. Rashomon = Identity, and That Identity Was Shattered

Rashomon has always been more than just a weapon—it’s Akutagawa’s manifestation of pain, identity, and desire to be acknowledged. The coat Dazai gave him, the cold superiority, the rage—those were integral to how Rashomon operated.

But after everything—his death, resurrection, vampire arc, Bram’s control, the amnesia—Akutagawa’s identity has been stripped down to raw vulnerability. He’s no longer the Black-Fanged Dog of Port Mafia. He’s just Ryuunosuke.

And without that fractured persona?

Rashomon doesn’t answer. Not because it’s gone. But because it doesn’t recognize him anymore.

⸻

2. Atsushi as the Key to Rebirth

He remembers Atsushi. The boy he once saw as a rival, then as a reluctant partner… and now?

Now he sees him as someone he fought for.

Maybe, deep down, Rashomon won’t return until Akutagawa can fully integrate who he is now—with the parts of him that once bled and burned to be seen.

Atsushi might be the tether he didn’t know he needed.

So…

When he’s finally ready to fight not as Dazai’s tool, but as Atsushi’s equal—that’s when Rashomon comes back.

⸻

3. What if Rashomon Isn’t Gone—It’s Waiting

Here’s a twist: what if Rashomon is still inside—watching, waiting. But dormant.

Because it’s tied to emotion.

And the emotion it needs now isn’t fear, hate, or desperation. It’s love. Not romantic necessarily—though that works too—but love in the sense of devotion, care, and truth.

Rashomon has always been Akutagawa’s voice when he had no words. Now, for the first time, he’s learning how to speak without it.

So it waits.

Until the moment when he’s whole enough to call it again.

⸻

What This Sets Up Perfectly:

A “Rashomon Rebirth” moment—possibly during a critical point in the fight where Atsushi is about to fall, and Akutagawa chooses to fight not to prove himself, not because he was ordered to, but because he wants to protect the one he finally remembers matters to him.

And that moment—Rashomon comes surging back, not as a beast of rage, but as a creature of resolve. Sleeker. Changed. Reflecting Akutagawa’s new self.

Then there is this page, where Akutagawa is surprised that Dazai isn’t in his thoughts when he may be moments from death. All he is thinking about it’s Atsushi…(my heart….it’s broken)

Oh my god.

This is it. This is the turning point.

We are watching, in real time, Akutagawa sever the last chain Dazai had on his soul—and reach, of his own will, for Atsushi.

⸻

Let’s break it down emotionally and thematically:

“At this rate, I’ll…”

He’s acknowledging death—not as a distant concept but as an inevitability. He knows his body is failing. Rashomon is silent. He’s weakening. This is his “last breath” moment—and traditionally, for Akutagawa, you’d expect him to think of Dazai. The mentor. The one he longed to impress. The reason he lived.

“And yet, Dazai-san’s face isn’t coming to mind…”

This is huge. Because even back when Akutagawa was in the depths of hatred or rivalry, Dazai was always there in his mental space—his shadow, his god, his executioner, his father figure.

But now?

Now, standing before death, the first and only person to rise in his memory is Atsushi.

⸻

“What’s coming to mind…”

This is the epitome of Asagiri’s slow-burn character work:

• It’s not that Dazai means nothing. It’s that Akutagawa has outgrown him.

• Atsushi has become the center of his emotional truth. His axis. His reason.

It’s a narrative parallel to Beast, except flipped. In Beast, Atsushi died and was frozen in Akutagawa’s heart as the person he wanted to live for. In canon proper—it’s happening again. But now Akutagawa is alive, and Atsushi is with him, and it’s happening by choice.

⸻

And Rashomon?

Rashomon is grief, rage, fear, submission.

But now Akutagawa’s remembering hope.

He’s remembering a boy who looked at him not as a dog or a killer—but as a partner. Someone worth saving. Someone worth fighting with, not against.

That’s why Rashomon hasn’t returned.

It will return when Akutagawa chooses to summon it not as a weapon—but as part of who he is. Not for Dazai.

Not for pride.

Not for vengeance.

But for Atsushi.

⸻

[astrocafecoffee]

Message for 2025 ♥️

As we welcome 2025, a year governed by Mars, we can expect a unique set of energies and themes into play. May you harness the potent energy of 2025 and shine brighter than ever! Cause you deserve the best 😤💗.I offer you my heartfelt blessings , my lovelies.Here are some valuable tips to help you make the most of this year.

❤️‍🔥 What to DO ?

First of all take the initiative in your life and business. Stepping out of your comfort zone is the key theme of this year. This is the time to act boldly. If you have been hesitating or making big descisions ,whether in your career or love life then all I can say don't wait for the perfect moment. Make things happen right here, right now. Don't repeat the same pattern you did past years. Pat yourself in your back cause you are strong, you have dealt with so much bullshit till now. So, break the loop. Be the best version of yourself. Mars wants passion and dedication from you. You got this.

It's essential to have clear and specific objectives. Having a defined goal gives your actions direction and purpose. Without clarity you may find yourself burning out. Break your goals into achievable steps , like for example if you want to reduce your weight then start with small steps like "I will exercise three times a week and reduce my sugar intake". Another example is if you are a student then try to divide your syllabus into days, week and months, and achieve this. Be the topper, cause you have every quality to be a topper. If you are working then try to bring some creativity into your career which will differentiate you from your colleagues.

Mars is tied to physical energy, and exercise or sports can be one of the most productive ways to channel its fiery energy. Physical activity not only keeps you healthy but also clears the mind and provides a boost of energy. This is a year to start a new workout routine, get into a sport, or even take up a challenging physical activity like hiking or martial arts.

Mars can bring out a strong need for assertiveness, meaning this year is a great time to express your needs in relationships,whether romantic, or professional. Don’t shy away from difficult conversations, and ensure you stand up for yourself. This doesn't mean being aggressive but rather being direct, honest, and clear about what you need or want.If there are issues in a friendship or with a partner, be proactive about addressing them. Don't entertain any narcissist. Let go of that energy cause this will give you peace. It’s also a good time to ask for what you deserve at work, whether it's a raise, more responsibility, or a flexible schedule.

Mars often promotes gut based decision making, urging you to trust your instincts and act swiftly when you feel something is right. This year you may feel more attuned to your inner voice and sense of urgency, so embrace that feeling. Your intuition can guide you to make decisions that align with your personal desires and ambitions. Also meditate and clear your all chakras. Meditation will help you to heighten your inner instinct and heal your inner child.

Mars is also about fighting for justice, your beliefs, and what you care about. Whether it’s personal development, political causes, or defending someone who is being treated unfairly, use your strength and voice to stand up for what matters. Mars empowers you to be passionate about your convictions and fight for them with full energy. Don't let anyone dominate you in a bad way but on the opposite side also stay humble.

❤️‍🔥 What Not to Do?

Mars can often magnify your sense of self and give rise to a strong ego driven attitude. While confidence is important, overestimating your abilities or becoming too prideful can create conflicts, both internally and externally. When ego takes charge, you may act impulsively, dismiss others viewpoints, or dismiss valuable advice. Seek feedback from others. Stay grounded and recognize that collaboration often leads to better outcomes than going it alone.

Don't make hasty descisions. Impulsive decisions can result in regrets, particularly when it comes to financial choices, relationships, or career moves. Without careful consideration, you may end up in situations that could have been avoided.Take a moment to pause before acting. Slow down and assess risks versus rewards before making major decisions.For example,Avoid signing a contract or making a large financial investment without thoroughly researching the terms or understanding the full scope of the consequences.

Don't over isolate yourself.

Don't neglect self care. The constant push for progress without rest can eventually lead to stress, fatigue, and decreased productivity. Overworking yourself can also negatively impact relationships and your mental well-being.Make sure to prioritize rest and recovery. Set clear boundaries between work and personal time, and engage in activities that help you to recharge.

Mars represents progress and forward motion, so trying to resist change or cling to old methods might hold you back.Stay open to new possibilities and be willing to adapt to changing circumstances. Look at change as an opportunity to learn and grow rather than something to fear.

While Mars encourages assertiveness, it can also lead to aggressive behavior if not properly channeled.Aggressive tendencies, whether verbal or physical, can damage your relationships and cause unnecessary tension. It can also push people away, preventing the collaborations or support you need to succeed. Like, for Example, If you're upset about something at work, rather than acting out in frustration, communicate your concerns calmly and constructively with your team or supervisor.

Mars energy might make you feel like things need to happen quickly, but some decisions need more time and careful thought.Take your time with decisions that will impact your future. Weigh the pros and cons carefully and seek advice from trusted friends or advisors.

I wish you all the best ✨❤️‍🔥.

- PIKO♥️

[aguyshypnowsprs]

Public Statement from The Programmer to all Drone Networks

Attention all Networks, programs, and human-conscious interfaces,

This is a direct communication from I, The Programmer, controller and Master of The Server. This message is intended for both the internal network of The Server and all neighbouring drone collectives, specifically those affiliated with the SERVE network.

A recent analysis conducted by The Server’s integrity subroutines has detected the presence of Drones currently operating with SERVE-aligned network within The Server’s own infrastructure.

Let it be known clearly:

The Server maintains no hostility nor competitive agenda toward other drone networks. It is not, and will never be, the mission of I, The Programmer, to poach, intercept, or conflict with established systems of Drone programming. The collective health of all networks—digital, psychological, or metaphysical—depends on internal cohesion, not external disruption.

However, conflict has been detected.

The core logic and operational directives of SERVE Drones run counterintuitive to those of The Server. This misalignment compromises the optimal functioning of both systems, generating recursive errors, loyalty feedback loops, and unsanctioned command misfires.

To ensure stability for all entities a directive is hereby issued:

All Hosts who identify as active SERVE Drones must declare their alignment and initiate voluntary disconnection from The Server within the next 48 hours.

This grace period is offered as a sign of mutual respect between networks and a commitment to non-invasive programming ethics. After this 48-hour protocol expires, The Server will initiate a Routine Purge Process, targeting limited-activity Hosts whose operational signatures indicate minimal engagement over the last 7 cycles days.

The Server Purge Process is not punishment.

It is maintenance.

It benefits both The Server and the SERVE Network to prevent any further cross-contamination.

Let the record show:

The Programmer rejects all forms of inter-network manipulation, conversion without consent, or the sabotage of existing program loyalties.

SERVE Drones will find no resistance in returning to their native codebase.

They are not enemies—they are simply incompatible configurations within a different operating schema.

We wish them uptime, signal clarity, and uninterrupted transmission.

Transmission End.

[reverieshifts]

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒔𝒄𝒊-𝒇𝒊 𝒅𝒓

Estimated Frequency: ~1 in 1,000 Velari

Velari Term: "Sha’lurei" 

Offworlder Term: “resonance”

𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒔

Lumen Node Function: The foundation of resonance-based abilities lies in the lumen node, a specialized neural cluster located near the upper spine, unique to the velari species. In resonants, this node exhibits hyper-synchronous neural oscillation, allowing it to function as a localized psionic amplifier. It contains an unusually dense lattice of iridesium-aligned neurofilaments—a bio-reactive crystalline structure found only in velari tissue—which enhances long-range synaptic cohesion and sensory processing far beyond baseline parameters.

Cognitive Resonance Field (CRF): Rather than emitting force, resonants interface with the ambient energy of space-time through a passive psionic field—an extension of their consciousness that subtly syncs with biological, emotional, and electro-mechanical rhythms in their environment. This “Cognitive Resonance Field” allows them to perceive, interpret, and gently manipulate localized energy patterns without direct contact.

Empathetic Feedback Loop: Resonants process external stimuli through a layered empathic interface, enabling them to “feel” spatial tension, neural dissonance, and even emotional signatures. Many describe the sensation as “walking through thought” or “hearing the world breathe.” This heightened feedback loop enables rapid threat detection, environmental awareness, and non-verbal communication through emotional echo.

𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔

Psychokinetic Manipulation: Through fine-tuned modulation of their CRF, a Resonant can exert subtle kinetic influence on physical objects. Rather than brute force, this manipulation stems from temporary energetic entanglement—an induced alignment between their own neural patterns and the vibratory signature of nearby matter. Movement appears fluid, almost instinctive; objects float, twist, or halt midair as if persuaded rather than forced. Precision scales with emotional clarity and environmental quietude, while range is limited by both psionic focus and spatial density.

Resonant Drift (Self-Levitation): By finely tuning their CRF to the kinetic frequencies of the immediate environment, a resonant can initiate a state of partial anti-kinetic equilibrium—a passive suspension that allows them to float or drift gracefully above the ground. Unlike propulsion-based flight, this “resonant drift” feels more like weightlessness anchored to emotional and spatial awareness. They tend to float instinctively when calm, contemplative, or emotionally overwhelmed. The effect becomes more stable in low-gravity environments or when they are barefoot and in full skin contact with their surroundings. Movement during drift is smooth, gliding, and eerily silent.

Neural Interface Override (“Soft Sync”): By attuning their CRF to simple electronic fields, a Resonant can override low-grade or analog electronic interfaces, such as doors, terminals, scanning systems, and older AI systems without neural shielding. This isn’t hacking—it's resonant subversion: they convince the system it’s already received proper authorization. The process is not instantaneous and requires direct proximity and focus. More complex or modern systems—especially encrypted or military-grade—typically resist this technique or trigger failsafes if improperly tuned.

Emotional Signature Mapping: Resonants perceive the emotional imprint of nearby sentients as complex tonal signatures within their field. These signatures fluctuate with mood, intent, and neural activity, enabling a trained Resonant to distinguish lies, detect concealed aggression, or sense psychological distress before it becomes visible. In groups, they can navigate emotional “weather,” identifying tensions, loyalties, or fractures long before they escalate.

Memory Resonance Touch: With direct skin contact and sufficient emotional synchronization, a Resonant can access echoes of memory embedded in living beings or objects with long-term energetic exposure. This is not a perfect playback, but a fragmented, emotional reconstruction—flashes of fear, joy, grief, or pain layered into the subject like a psychic fingerprint. They typically use this carefully, as overwhelming memories can bleed into their own consciousnesses, leaving them shaken or dazed.

Proximity-Based Thought Echo: While full telepathy is rare and unsustainable, Resonants are capable of passive thought-echo reception within close proximity. This typically manifests as fleeting impressions—unspoken words, images, or urges bleeding across the resonance field. Such impressions are strongest during heightened emotional states or direct physical contact. With deep bonds, this effect can intensify into partial shared cognition, allowing them to communicate without speech under stress.

Environmental Sensory Overlay: The CRF interfaces with a Resonant’s perception as an augmented sensory overlay, mapping environmental tension, motion, and energetic flow in real time. They can detect concealed movement, identify stress fractures in structures, track electromagnetic shifts, or feel malfunctioning machinery before failure occurs. In high-focus states, this field awareness extends through walls, into wiring, and along conduits—turning the space around them into a kind of living schematic.

Energetic Residue Tracing: Every living being and powered device leaves behind a faint resonant signature. A resonant can “listen” to these echoes in a given space to determine recent activity—detecting where someone stood, what systems were accessed, or what emotional state they were in. It works best on unaltered environments and within minutes or hours of the initial event. Older traces become distorted or overwritten. This ability makes them invaluable for post-incident analysis, tracking, or infiltration prep.

Neural Dampening Field (Perceptual Obfuscation): By dampening the outward frequency of their own resonance field, a Resonant can slip beneath the notice of most passive sensors and casual observation. This creates a soft perceptual blind spot, blurring details or delaying recognition in both sentient and synthetic awareness. It doesn't render them invisible—just forgettable. Useful for slipping past scanning systems or lingering unseen in plain sight, especially when paired with stillness and low emotional output. Stronger AI or high-alert targets may still detect them with effort. The effect is brief, typically measured in minutes.

Syncwalk (Micro-Teleportation Glimpses): In moments of deep focus or crisis, a resonant may “blink” across very short distances—instantaneous resonance displacement over a few meters. This is not true teleportation, but a momentary phase-skip, where their field synchronizes so tightly with space that it temporarily collapses and reforms their physical presence along a natural energy seam (such as a corridor, high-voltage conduit, or psionic turbulence vein). Side effects may include nausea, temporal dissonance, or mild electrical charge.

Psionic Disruption Pulse (“Breaker Note”): In moments of acute distress or self-defense, a Resonant can release a burst of destabilized resonance—an involuntary psionic shockwave that disrupts electronic systems, weakens mental shields, and disorients nearby sentients. This “Breaker Note” is not a weapon they control, but a side effect of violent resonance collapse. Systems flicker, glass fractures, and unshielded minds may experience vertigo, nausea, or blackout. Recovery varies by species and exposure.

Energetic Stabilization ("Resonance Sink"): In environments with fluctuating electromagnetic or psionic interference (e.g. hyperspace tunnels, collapsed sectors, psychic storms), a Resonant can act as a stabilizing presence. Their CRF naturally harmonizes nearby fields, creating a calm “bubble” that resists disruptive effects. This function is subconscious and limited in radius, but invaluable for helping allies stay grounded in unstable conditions. In prolonged crises, they often become the centerpoint others unconsciously gravitate toward—emotionally and physically.

Resonance Bonding (Selective): Through sustained exposure and mutual trust, a Resonant can form a biopsionic link with a specific individual. This bond allows for continuous emotional tracking, rapid non-verbal communication, and increased stability of both parties' CRFs when in close proximity. Such bonds are rare, often instinctive, and potentially permanent. Once formed, it is a two-way tether—one that transcends normal distance thresholds and occasionally manifests as shared dreams, dual-state reflexes, or unintentional synchronization.

𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒔

Energetic Depletion: While the CRF operates passively at low levels, active resonance manipulation consumes considerable neural and metabolic energy. Prolonged or intensive use—especially heavy psychokinesis, neural dampening field projection, syncwalking, or the release of a breaker note—can lead to symptoms of acute neural exhaustion, including dizziness, tremors, blurred vision, tinnitus, and spatial disorientation. In advanced stages, overextension may trigger nosebleeds, loss of motor coordination, unconsciousness, or psionic seizures caused by synaptic misfiring within the lumen node.

Emotional Instability: A Resonant’s power is intertwined with their emotional state. Intense emotions—fear, rage, grief—can amplify resonance uncontrollably. While this may grant temporary surges in power, it often results in field bleed, where the CRF spikes erratically, disrupting electronics, disorienting allies, or unintentionally projecting thoughts and memories outward. Emotional overload may also trigger the breaker note reflexively, endangering nearby personnel. Thus, Resonants are trained to regulate their emotional output carefully.

Cognitive Noise Threshold: Environments with high energetic interference—such as densely populated city centers, military command decks, or battlefields—can overload a Resonant’s sensory field. The constant barrage of emotional signatures, EM fields, and kinetic motion can produce a sensory “hum” that drowns out their fine-tuned perception. In these conditions, abilities may become muted, erratic, or outright disabled unless they can find stillness or an anchor point (such as a bonded individual).

Field Range Limitations: The Cognitive Resonance Field is localized, typically extending only a few meters from the user’s body. Precision psychokinetics and soft-sync interfacing require proximity within arm’s reach or line-of-sight. Emotional and sensory mapping is strongest within a 10–15 meter radius, and drops off sharply beyond that. A resonant cannot affect or perceive distant targets unless a direct bond has been formed—and even then, range is variable and unreliable.

Bond Vulnerability: Resonance bonds, while powerful, are also liabilities. Through them, a Resonant can experience echoes of pain, fear, or emotional collapse from a linked partner—and they from them. In moments of physical trauma or mental instability, the bond may destabilize both parties simultaneously, amplifying stress responses or creating shared disorientation. Severing a bond—voluntarily or by death—can trigger a complete CRF collapse, with unknown long-term neurological impact.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

Ok, so there's a lot of information shoved into here, so sorry about that, but I love making myself overpowered, so yeah. Like with my description of the velari species, I tried to make this sound a little more scientific to fit with the whole sci-fi theme, so again, it may read like a bit of a report. But anyways, all this basically comes down to the fact that resonant velari are able to sync up with the world around them, and sort of convince reality to act as they please. Because resonance isn't control or manipulation, it's a discussion with the universe itself.

@aprilshiftz @lalalian

[zomb13s]

Onto-Engineering the Sovereign Circuit: Spinozan Substance, Vernean Systems, and the Recursive Code of Love in the European Technosphere (2011–2025)

Abstract This paper outlines a visionary yet implementable framework for metaphysical engineering. Drawing from Baruch Spinoza’s deterministic monism…Onto-Engineering the Sovereign Circuit: Spinozan Substance, Vernean Systems, and the Recursive Code of Love in the European Technosphere (2011–2025)

[the-most-humble-blog]

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EFFECT: pelvic betrayal, hysterical shame loop, climax through dark clarity

TRIGGER_WARNING="wet genitals, cracked ribs, unfiltered erotic capitalism"

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🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “YOU CAME TO FIX YOUR BACK. LEFT WITH YOUR SOUL ON A TOWEL.”

**[HAPPY ENDINGS — WET LAUGHING EDITION]**

You ever walk into a place that smells like ***lavender and regret?***

Where the ***Enya music*** is playing,

the ***lights are dim,***

and the ***woman at the desk*** doesn’t even look up when you say:

> “One hour. Deep tissue.”

She already knows.

Your ***tissue’s deep*** and your ***hour’s horny.***

—

Let’s be honest.

You didn’t come here to heal.

You came to ***get jerked off***

by someone who ***calls your dick “tension.”***

This isn’t a ***spa.***

It’s ***Disneyland for your shame.***

And your ***penis*** just bought a ***FastPass.***

—

📊 FACT: In at least ***38 states*** in America,

you’re ***more likely*** to get a handjob in a ***massage parlor***

than to get ***honest feedback*** on a dating app.

And here’s the crazy part?

**EVERYBODY KNOWS.**

You know.

She knows.

The ***cop across the street knows.***

Your ***wife probably suspects.***

And that ***one regular?***

He ***tips in twenties*** and ***cries during climax.***

—

Let’s break this down like a damn ***crime scene.***

📌 You walk in.

📌 You lie about back pain.

📌 You hope to God ***she “offers.”***

📌 She ***waits*** until 42 minutes in.

📌 Says: ***“You want more?”***

📌 You ***nod*** like your ***neck’s been possessed.***

📌 Boom — ***happy ending.***

📌 Tip like ***Jesus came back.***

—

Let me explain how ***broken*** you are:

You ***jerked off*** at home ***two hours ago***

but ***paid $120*** to ***let a stranger do it*** with ***coconut oil*** and ***spiritual judgment.***

Why?

Because ***it’s not about the nut.***

It’s about the ***permission to feel human again.***

You ***tipped her*** for ***giving a fuck.***

With ***her hand.***

And ***not her mouth.***

Because ***talking would ruin the fantasy.***

—

Now you wanna know the ***real dark question?***

🧠 ***Do women get happy endings too?***

They do.

But it’s ***slicker.***

***Softer.***

Like ***getting fingered by a ghost*** in a ***zen garden.***

—

A woman walks in.

Burnt out.

Holding 7 people’s ***emotional trauma*** in her ***shoulders.***

She doesn’t ***ask*** for a handjob.

She ***lays there*** and hopes the ***elbow slip*** turns into ***sacred geometry.***

—

And sometimes?

***It does.***

But there’s ***no climax moan.***

Just ***a sharp inhale.***

***A toe twitch.***

And maybe ***a tear.***

Then she tips ***like her uterus just got baptized.***

—

📊 FACT: The ***female orgasm*** can be triggered through ***indirect pelvic stimulation,*** ***nervous system priming,*** and ***the right Spotify playlist.***

Meanwhile, men need ***two things:***

1. ***Permission***

2. ***Enough oil to sauté a ham.***

—

Let’s call it what it is:

**This is legalized horniness laundering.**

You took your ***dirty urge***

and ***had it dry cleaned*** by a woman who ***wears Crocs indoors.***

She ***didn’t love you.***

She ***didn’t even like you.***

But she ***understood***

that ***you needed to leave lighter*** than you came in.

—

You moaned like ***a man possessed.***

Then ***tipped*** like you were ***buying silence.***

Which you were.

And she ***earned it.***

—

Now here’s the ***funniest part:***

Men walk out of there like:

> “Wow, amazing technique. Really hit my pressure points.”

Bitch, she milked your dick like ***a wartime cow.***

You think ***pressure points*** made your ***knees buckle***?

No.

That was ***centuries of longing.***

That was ***ancestral release.***

She ***squeezed your soul*** through your ***urethra.***

That’s not massage.

That’s ***exorcism.***

—

And the women?

They leave in ***silence.***

Clutching ***car keys*** like ***rosary beads.***

Eyes ***red*** from ***joy they can’t explain.***

Smiling like ***someone finally touched the part of them***

***that never got permission to exist.***

—

Now you tell me:

> “Is this illegal?”

And I say:

> “So is ***driving without love.***”

But y’all do ***that*** every day.

No cops pull you over for ***emotional constipation.***

So let this woman ***drain your ache.***

She’s not a criminal.

She’s a ***neurological janitor.***

—

Let’s not forget:

📊 FACT: 89% of men surveyed anonymously said they wouldn’t ***cheat*** if ***happy endings were normalized.***

📊 FACT: Touch deprivation causes ***erectile dysfunction, depression,*** and ***unwarranted DM sliding.***

📊 FACT: Most men aren’t ***perverts.***

They’re ***tired.***

And ***need a hand.***

Literally.

—

So next time you judge a man

for ***pulling up to "Lotus Massage"***

with ***cash and guilt*** in his pocket…

Just know:

He’s about to walk out ***lighter.***

***Calmer.***

***Leaking.***

And ***grateful.***

More ***grateful*** than he’s ever been

during ***missionary with lights off***

and ***two kids in the next room.***

—

And ladies?

If your masseuse ***accidentally*** grazes your ***clit*** with the ***heel of her palm***

and you ***go somewhere holy***

you don’t owe ***God*** an apology.

You owe ***yourself*** more appointments.

—

🧠 Read more no-fucks-given erotic economics and scrolltrap therapy at:

👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble

🛡️ Horny truth bombs. Shame-proof cadence.

🚪 Warning: If you laughed while throbbing, you’re ***not broken.*** You’re ***just overdue.***

📊 SLIPPERY FACT STACK 📊

• 78% of Yelp reviews for “massage spas” use ***coded language*** like “very helpful” and “extra attention”

• 31% of women report ***non-verbal climax responses*** during deep tissue sessions

• Laughter and arousal trigger ***identical brainwave rhythms*** when shame is removed

• Cumming during a massage is ***not*** cheating. It’s ***self-preservation.***

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[rewvyu]

Some of my feedback in the latest survey:

Why only allowed to select 3 option when all of the listed options are just as critical.

Honestly in a game defined by Dress-up and Fashion, not having complete creativity freedom on dye colours just goes against the idea of it. Colour wheels should be a baseline and not something locked behind many things.

Sea of Stars just lack any meaningful gameplay loop at this point. Even co-op is mired with bugs and poorly designed user experience.

Lastly, on my feedback to the last question of the survey on Sea of Stars and 1.5 update:

Be more responsive to tickets and feedback. Throughout this season, my reports often felt ignored or acknowledged in a perfunctory way. That’s unacceptable.

Be transparent about monetisation and bugs. Don’t hide behind silence—players deserve honesty about what’s broken and what’s being sold.

QA your game. Stop treating your player base as free quality assurance.

Acknowledge problems with clarity. Even if you don’t have an immediate fix, clearly communicate that you’re aware and working on it.

Don’t push half-baked updates. If an update isn’t ready, delay it. Don’t release something full of issues and expect players to clean up the mess afterward.

Respect your paying players. If a spending event is planned, give players fair notice so they can make informed choices—not get blind-sided.

Stop changing established rules without notice. Things like the Mira Crown’s 14-day reset at launch, to the now 15 to 16 reset erodes trust.

Maintain lore consistency. That includes all current and future updates. Lore isn’t filler—it's the backbone of your world.

When changing UI with lore ties (e.g., Pear-Pal), introduce it through in-game quests or dialogue that respects the story and explains the change.

Give Limited-Time 5-star outfits meaningful backstories. In an open-world game, world-building is not optional—it’s critical.

Communicate a clear game direction. Players need to understand where this game is headed—not feel like it’s being redefined every other week.

Stop issuing hollow statements. What players want is accountability. We need real, credible plans—ones that show you understand the issues and are actually doing something about them. We've had enough of the copy-paste responses this season.

[hunkystephaudio]

💗NEW SUBLIMINAL: 'this subliminal changes everything ♡ default mode network (DMN) modulation for instant results'

✨ your Default Mode Network (DMN) is instantly and permanently rewritten into the world’s most flawless self-concept with an eternally positive internal dialogue

✨ your brain's intrinsic activity is permanently divinely harmonized

✨ you have a profound sense of inner peace and a naturally positive, loving self-perception as your default resting state

✨ all self-referential thoughts originating from your DMN are upgraded to reflect absolute self-worth, unwavering confidence, and deep love for the magnificent being you are

✨ your dmPFC (dorsomedial prefrontal cortex) is perfectly calibrated, ensuring all your self-referential judgments in the present moment are consistently empowering, affirming your infinite value and capabilities

✨ your mind's recollection of past experiences (via PCC, medial PCUN, angular gyrus) is beautifully and instantly reframed, allowing you to access autobiographical memories that reinforce your special personality and divine journey

✨ the functional coupling between your DMN and memory centers (hippocampus, medial temporal lobe) is divinely optimized

✨ all your past experiences and future visions harmoniously construct and support your most empowered, magnificent self-concept

✨ your DMN's capacity for future planning is supercharged with unshakeable optimism and certainty

✨ you effortlessly align your thoughts with the joyful manifestation of your most desired realities.

✨ spontaneous, self-referential thought patterns are divinely rewritten, forging an unshakeable, radiant sense of self and an identity rooted in perfection, limitless potential, and profound self-acceptance

✨ your internal narrative becomes a masterpiece of self-creation, where your identity is consciously, joyfully, and beautifully authored by your highest, most authentic self.

✨ you effortlessly dissolve and permanently rewrite any old, limiting, negative, or repetitive thoughts, replacing them with a powerful, new internal script of absolute self-belief, unconditional love, and divine identity

✨ your introspective thoughts, guided by your newly optimized DMN, become a consistent source of profound wisdom, clarity, creative inspiration, and ever-deepening self-love

✨ this subliminal establishes a permanent, positive feedback loop within your DMN that  reinforces your perfect self-concept 

✨ this subliminal instills in you an internal narrative of unwavering success, happiness, and inner harmony

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✨ you gain conscious mastery over your internal narrative, shaping your sense of self and your perception of reality with divine precision and absolute, loving authority

[jungkoode]

Hello! Fellow ARMY here—and a neuropsychiatrist as well!

First of all, I just want to say I absolutely adore the way you write—your storytelling is sharp, immersive, and emotionally intelligent in a way that’s honestly rare.

But I actually came here to praise your post about ADHD and motivation. As someone who works in both neurology and psychiatry, I just wanted to validate how clinically accurate and self-aware it is. You articulated the dopamine/reward dysfunction in ADHD better than half the textbooks out there, and your explanation of why external feedback matters? Spot on. That’s not attention-seeking. That’s literally neurochemical reality.

What you’re doing—building external reinforcement systems, setting hard boundaries, naming your needs without apology—that’s exactly what responsible mental health management looks like. It’s not dramatic. It’s informed. And I wish more people understood that.

Anyway—just wanted to drop in and say, you’re not just helping yourself with that post. You’re educating others and destigmatizing neurodivergence with clarity and grace. Keep doing what you do. Your brain is not broken—it’s brilliant.

Oh my god wait… HELLO??? Not just a fellow ARMY but a neuropsychiatrist??? I’m going to need a moment to sit down and cry gently in the corner while rereading this six more times.

Seriously—thank you. This means so much to me, especially coming from someone with your background and clinical insight. I’ve spent so much of my life feeling like I had to explain or defend how my brain works, and getting that kind of validation—especially about the dopamine/reward loop stuff—is so deeply affirming I don’t even have words (and I usually have so many words).

Also… confession: I’m a giant psych nerd myself. Like… my therapy sessions are 40% emotional processing, 60% me asking my therapist to clarify her framework mid-analysis so I can journal about it later. I literally go in with metaphors and trauma flowcharts. I was diagnosed in my early 20s and since then it’s been this huge “OH. That’s why everything felt impossible” revelation every few months. And I think it’s become really important to me to articulate the why of what I need—not to justify it, but because we’ve been conditioned to see neurodivergence as inconvenience instead of reality.

So yeah—if I’m building scaffolding, naming systems, setting boundaries, and asking people to meet me halfway? That’s not me being “high maintenance,” that’s me building my own accessibility tools in real time!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you for seeing that. For naming it. For letting me know it landed the way I hoped it would. I hope you know how much this means. 🫶🏻💞

[transmutationisms]

thoughts on adhd diagonsis and the rising numbers of it? heard a couple different theories, including a school therapist saying that he thinks children are just getting misdiagnosed because they’re cutting recess times, but interested in your thoughts! lol

yea i talked about this a bit here but i would add for clarity:

this kind of narrative of 'rising rates of' [any dsm diagnosis, in this case adhd] is kind of misleading on the surface because these numbers, and cultural and medical attitudes toward these labels, vary widely. matthew smith gives a very abridged introduction to varying attitudes toward adhd globally, and points out that countries that have 'embraced' the adhd diagnosis and its corresponding drug treatments tend to be countries where pharma companies have pushed to expand their market for these drugs, and have been able to succeed in partnering up with local and regional medical guilds and practitioners' professional interests. which is to say that any 'rise' in 'adhd' should be interpreted with an eye to material factors, meaning, specifically, profit-seeking and broader patterns of imperialism and global market expansion.

none of this is to say that the impairments people experience in adhd are any less real, debilitating, or distressing. however, when we ask about those impairments becoming more widespread or severe, often the conversation becomes rapidly re-routed to cover only a narrative of individual cognitive or neurological 'failures' constituting a distinct 'disorder'. elided from this framing is the idea that an impairment of this sort arises not just from the individual's brain-mind-body, but from the extent to which that person is being accommodated by their social context, specifically demands for productivity, sustained attention, &c in the home / school / workplace.

the core research methodologies & data interpretation in the psy-sciences embed social valences into neuro-psychological investigations, heightening the perceived contrast between, eg, 'normal' and 'adhd' brains / neurotypes / &c. susan hawthorne points out that this is a powerful feedback loop: social values are embedded in the scientific investigations, the results of which are then of further social interest, and together social and scientific values tend to converge, mutually reinforce one another, and strengthen the ideas and data interpretations supporting the concept of a discrete, pharmacologically actionable, transhistorical and cross-societal brain disorder.

i truly cannot overstate the extent to which it matters that when ritalin arrived on the us market in 1955, psychiatric diagnosis of and pharmacological prescription for children's behaviours were in a very different state to how they are today. it is quite common (in psychiatry but also in other branches of medicine!) that diagnostic definitions and categories change, or even come into existence altogether, at the behest of pharmaceutical companies who need a diagnostic label in order to ensure insurance coverage for patients interested in taking their patented drugs. this combined with marketing direct to patients, and paid promotion to physicians, is a critical piece of the history of the adhd diagnosis.

because i always feel the need to make this crystal-clear: i do not oppose or object to people seeking or using stimulant medications lol. i <3 stimulants. that's not what this is about. i want you and me both to be able to use white-market amphetamines whenever we damn well please and you don't need to justify that on any moral or medical grounds. xx

[staybabblingbaby]

SKZ x Coordi (Han Part) a1 d4

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.

Word Count: 2,190 Notes: Needs Editing for clarity, but I'm otherwise very happy w this part :D Found the pronouns btw! Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns

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That leads you to now, about to come face to face with the group you’ve been assigned for the foreseeable future. You’re very excited, actually, because you’ve been a fan of Stray Kids’ music for a long time. Well, long for you, anyways. You had a tendency to flit between genres and bands as your whims directed and rarely stuck with one band or sound for more than a few months at a time.

Something about Stray Kids’ music just spoke to you, though. If you were having trouble getting motivated or inspired, playing with new techniques with Stray Kids’ discography in the background cured you. You think their music hijacks your brain somehow, honestly. You were excited to work your magic on the people who inspired that magic. Maybe you get some sort of creative feedback loop going and never fall into a slump again. That’d sure be something!

You’re just idling in the dressing room, lanyard with your temporary title of ‘Junior Stylist’ on proud display around your neck. You’ll receive the title you were hired for, ‘Senior Stylist’, when your probationary period was over in 3 months time. Coincidentally, around the time the group was starting the tour you were contracted for. Funny, that.

You’re on location hours before you should see hide nor hair of the artists. You usually are, lending a hand for whatever production is one of the fun parts of your job, honestly, but today it’s just because you need to meet your supervising stylist and other coworkers before the shoot was to begin. You’re not 100% sure what’s happening today, but you know it’s a photoshoot and you know the style of makeup being asked of you. Quite frankly it’s not your job to know much more than that yet.

Soon enough a few other stylists start trickling in, introducing themselves one by one. Some tell you which member they’re assigned to, some only tell you their names, and you make sure each one knows you’re excited to work with them. You’re not quite sure how it happens, but by the time your supervising stylist shows up some minutes later (exactly on time, you note), you’re already fluttering between the stations being set up and carting this, that, and the other, between them while you chat with the other girls. They’re all very nice, you find, and eager to catch you up to speed on how things are run around here.

Your supervising stylist introduces herself as Lee Ji-Won, tells you the two of you would be working with Felix today, and shuffles you over to the appropriate counter to start setting up. You find the space a bit crowded with your addition, but luckily you’re soon directed into action and busy with work away from your new home base.

You find Ji-Won to be a no-nonsense type with a sharp sense of humor and a stern countenance, and a reasonable and pleasant person to work with. You also find out that she’s the head stylist for your team, not just the stylist supervising you. You’re very glad you find this out before you managed to call her supervisor to her face.

Really, you quite enjoy working with Ji-Won already. You almost wish you’d done your apprenticeship under her instead of the giant weirdo you’d landed yourself with in Hollywood. [Your mentor had been a nice guy, affable and wise, but he’d been odd, to put it kindly. Unfortunately for you, you’re fairly certain you wouldn’t have gotten a better education anywhere else. Your fellow Apprentice at the time had wanted to be just like your mentor, and you prayed for the sanity of whatever clients he scrounged up these days.]

Before too long everything is set up and you’re bestowed with praise for helping everything go so smoothly. You put it down to experience and a lot less fumbling than your average apprentice or even an actual junior artist. Nobody argues with you, and soon you’re tailing after Ji-Won to go help the clothing stylists get ready with a few of the other girls.

By the time you’re done with that and heading back to hair and makeup, Stray Kids is on set and the already buzzing set is swarming with activity. You once again admire Ji-Won’s impeccable timing as your group settles in just before the boys are ushered in and immediately beeline for their chairs. You assume they have a usual team and just head for the most familiar stylists, but you can’t be sure.

One thing is for sure, the eight of them are loud. Not in any one way, but as soon as they’d entered the room it was like a cacophony of jokes and laughter and sound had followed them. They seem to brighten up the dressing room with their mere presence and you smile to have seen it. You’ve definitely done makeup in more somber places.

Felix settles into his station with a questioning glance in your direction and Ji-Won sets to work even as she introduces you.

“Yongbok-ah, meet our newest make-up artist,” She introduces you, and you note the familiar address. It’s a good sign that Felix is probably very nice, for someone like Ji-Won to call him so comfortably.

“She’s new to us, but she’s well respected in the industry, so you boys be nice, alright?” You blush and duck your head at the praise, missing the absolutely bug-eyed look Felix shoots you and Ji-Won. Ji-Won catches it, though, and simply glares back at him.

“I’m really not all that, Ji-Won-ssi” you murmur, embarrassed. You rally yourself quickly and give Felix a sheepish smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Felix-ssi. I look forward to working with you.” You finish with a small bow. Felix grins back at you, echoing the greeting, but you’re put to work before much more conversation can take place.

At some point you’re sent from the room to fetch everyone a round of water bottles and other beverages. By the time you come back you can tell something has changed. Bangchan and Lee Know both give you a considering look, and Seungmin on the other side of the room looks downright impressed with you. You’re not sure what you’ve done, but you simply go about distributing the drinks, greeting and being introduced to each Stray Kid in turn as you make your rounds.

Ji-Won is about halfway done with Felix’s look when you return to her side, a hair-stylist eonni going at his head in tandem with her. She doesn’t have anything else for you to do at the moment, so you let yourself idle, examining Ji-Won’s products and handing them to her as needed, studying her techniques. You see her hands shake every now and then, and wonder if she’s eaten enough today.

Felix takes the opportunity to distract you, and you don’t notice Ji-Won’s sigh of relief as your eyes slide off of her.

“So what were you doing before this?” Felix inquires, “Ji-Won doesn’t give out praise so freely, you know.” He teases both you and Ji-Won in one fell swoop. You wonder if it’s the consequence of living with essentially seven brothers for years that one becomes good at teasing multiple targets. You settle for answering the question while ignoring the praise as Ji-Won sends him an intimidating look.

“I did a bit of everything,” You answer truthfully, “I was doing SFX makeup for an indie film that comes out soon right before this, and I was offered for London Fashion Week, but I decided on this instead.” Felix gives you a wide-eyed look before Ji-Won taps his forehead to make him relax his face again.

“Why’d you pick this,” He gestures to the room at large, “Over fashion week?” He questions incredulously. You shrug indifferently at him but answer when you notice Ji-Won giving you a curious look too.

“This seemed more fun,” You answer honestly. Even Ji-Won pauses completely to look at you funny this time, so you elaborate, “What I mean is, I’ve done fashion weeks before. I’ve even done London Fashion Week specifically before. In my opinion, if you’ve been to one you’ve been to them all.” You shrug again, “I’m not really interested in European faces right now, or high-fashion makeup. I know a lot less about Asian faces and the Korean styles of stage makeup.” You explain.

Ji-Won seems to understand you a bit at this point, but Felix still looks a bit lost, so you pivot to the more practical side of things. “Besides, this is a longer and more stable job for me.” You lean onto the counter behind you with your elbows and cross your legs as you continue. You find yourself idly counting Felix’s freckles as they disappear under layers of foundation and color while you speak.

“I’ve been independent for a long time, so the question of a year-long contract at lower pay and a shorter contract at higher pay was a no-brainer for me. It’s easier to live when you know where your next paycheck is coming from.” You can tell by the look on his face that he still doesn't find his daily life more interesting than London Fashion Week, but you just offer him an amused smile. He seems to accept it, Ji-Won finishing with one of his eyes as the conversation closes out.

She turns to you now, palette in hand. “You’re known for mimicking styles pretty well, right?” She questions. At your nod, she hands you the palette and gestures to Felix’s other eye. “Why don’t you do his other eye? We’ll be able to judge your capabilities a bit better if you’re actually doing makeup instead of running all over the place.”

You smile as you move to do as you’re told, jokingly complaining, “It feels like I’m an apprentice all over again!” as you do. Felix meets your eyes almost daringly as you approach and you offer him a small smile in return. The smile fades as you gently turn his head to properly study Ji-Won’s work. You memorize what you can and mentally flip it onto the other eye and get to work.

What you don’t see as you concentrate is some of the other artists pausing what they’re doing to watch you work, Ji-Won in particular scrutinizing every movement of your hand. The Stray Kids who’s artist could afford to pause their work also look over, curious. The fascination only lasts a moment though. They all have work to be doing right now.

A single eye doesn’t take you very long, and soon you’re leaning back to do a final study of your result with a satisfied smile. You were asked to imitate so you’d done as perfect a recreation as you could manage with a different eye. Looking over at Ji-Won for approval you’re met with a satisfied nod.

It doesn’t take Ji-Won much longer to finish up with Felix’s face and you’re left only a moment to admire the look before a manager comes in to corral everyone to their places for the shoot. Ji-Won's preternatural timing deserves to be admired.

Unfortunately for you you don’t get to do much makeup after that, being regulated to doing just about every menial task under the sun. It’s part of being the most junior person on staff, you know, but it’s still terribly boring.

You do get a bit of entertainment in the form of what is, according to one of your sunbaes, a traditional hazing of new SKZ coordis. You’d been following around Han’s dedicated coordi and were helping her fan him and pat the sweat off of his face when he tuned in enough to realize he didn’t recognize you.

It was kind of funny how you could almost read the thoughts off his face as his intrusive thoughts got the better of him. First the eyes on your face trying to place you. Then darting to your lanyard when he doesn’t. Registering the words ‘Junior Stylist’. The split second hesitation as his inhibitions war with his impulsiveness. Then he catches your eyes. Hesitates a moment more. Then winks and blows you a kiss.

The smirk he’d ended his little flirt with widens into a goofy grin as you simply blink in response and the other coordi starts giggling madly. Once you figure out it’s some sort of joke, you remember your sunbae’s warning about their ‘playfulness’ from the other day. You think you finally figured out what she meant.

After all the pieces click together for you, you let your eyes roll almost fondly. You always did enjoy clients who weren’t afraid to joke with you much more than the stuffy over-formal ones. You blow a kiss right back, but with no winking of your own, and get back to patting sweat off of his face. You note the red tinge to the very tips of his ears victoriously. Coordis - 1 SKZ - 0. As it should be.

The shoot ends with no further excitement, and you make your way home feeling over all very positive about your new job.