#fourth wave emo

[possessedbymypast]

and every day i contemplate this life i've made but i still long for better days <3

deluxe capacitor - hot mulligan

[hms-no-fun]

have y'all heard the new Floral Tattoo album?

it's called The Circus Egotistica and it's a huge fourth wave emo album about gender, plurality, dissociation, and getting over the shitty friends you had before you started figuring yourself out. i've been listening to it on repeat and it's exactly the kind of thing i wish i had in my teens and early 20s. seriously, go check it out

[spiritincantation]

bug-infested floorboards — can we please just leave this place, now. - brave little abacus (final show, 2012-01-28 @ vic greary center, NH)

credit: ty ueda

[huntingforsport]

really good compilation of the current scene

ffo: title fight, mobo, neck deep, etc.

[dwaekkicidal]

The Party

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Fourth part of 'The Incidents' Series; based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv/creep, alcohol consumption (reader gets "drunk" and ji had a few sips), dubcon/noncon, exhibitionism, mean-ish jisung, degradation, name calling (use of whore and ji calls reader a stupid cry baby once lol), nipple play (f), grinding, cumming in underwear (both), Jisung carries reader on his back at the end

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :)

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han stares up in awe at the giant house before him. It’s in a rich neighborhood not far out of town and he easily recognizes the expensive and shiny cars as belonging to some of the well-off kids. They flaunt them everywhere so it’s hard not to recognize them.

He glances down at his text messages, rereading the instructions you sent while nervously fiddling with the collar of his leather jacket. She said just to let myself in… He slowly walks up the walkway of the house, laughing to himself in disbelief at how loud the music is being played. He could hear it loud and clear from inside the damn taxi.

When he finally gets to the porch he sends you a text and opens the door hesitantly, only opening it a few inches to squeeze in without bringing too much attention to him. Once he closes the door and turns, his jaw drops. The inside is huge and has at least 50 people in the living room alone, let alone to giant crowd he can see in the kitchen and hallways. A familiar head pokes out of the kitchen and rushes towards him, a big smile on his face.

Han recognizes the boy as Yeonjun, a tall guy who he used to have dance class with in high school, and who shares a few mutual friends. He smiles back, waving shyly as the boy takes long strides up to him. “Yo!! Han! Nice to see you, man. Y/N told me you were coming but I didn’t think I’d see it haha.” Han chuckles and nods, “I didn’t think I was gonna come either, but she asked so...”

Yeonjun wraps an arm around his neck and leads him around the house, giving him a small tour as they seek out the girl in question together. The taller boy stops occasionally at little tables with snacks and drinks, making sure Han is taken care of before marching onwards in search of those bouncy pigtails. The kindness is more than welcome but Jisung is far from his comfort zone and can't help but chat timidly. He was going to give up and attempt to call her, but suddenly he heard a squeal from his left.

He turns in time to see Y/N running up to him, dressed up in all white and somehow showing more skin than usual. Her shirt parts in multiple places, showing off her cleavage and some side boob as well as her tummy. And no bra..? Is she nuts? His eyes flicker to the thin string that holds the top together and he can feel his eye twitch.

A hand on his shoulder cuts him out of his trance, almost making him fall from the sudden weight. Yeonjun leans in and chuckles, lowly whispering to Han as if anybody could hear them over the music. “She already had a few cups so good luck. If you thought she was touchy before, you can’t imagine how she gets when she drinks.” Han’s eyes widen at the warning, but before he has time to ask what he meant Yeonjun is already gone. The feeling of a body clutching onto his arm has him turning back the opposite way, taking in the rest of her features as she mumbles words at him.

“My goshh~ I didn’t think you’d actually come, Sungie... ‘Missed you soooo much. hehe...” He chuckles and cringes, not sure how to respond. However, he’s not even given a chance to because she starts dragging him down the hallway to the game room where some of her friends are grouped.

About 3 hours pass before Jisung finally settles in, still very uncomfortable but slowly opening up to some of the people there. Y/N had a cup and a half more before everybody began sneaking her water meanwhile Jisung was still on his first cup, only having taken a few sips. He’s too busy zoned out and staring at the floor to realize that they’re almost alone, his mind too busy over the white lace garter that decorates the thigh of his love interest. He’s leaning back on one of the leather couches in the game room, and aside from the few random people who are spread around busy playing their games, or sucking each other's faces, it’s fairly vacant.

Then the song blasting throughout the house suddenly changes to a new one. A slow sensual one that, if he wasn’t so preoccupied, would’ve made him uncomfortable from the sheer seductiveness of it. But this poor little emo boy only realizes once it’s too late: once two hands covered by those familiar white arm warmers rest on his lower tummy. He tenses up and his face darts up to stare at the girl, almost offendedly. Even from this distance, he can smell the sugary sweet sangria on her breath and, for once in his life, the idea of her touching him makes him uneasy.

Y/N smiles, bites her lip, and crawls on top of him, planting a knee on either side of his hips. She leans in until their noses almost touch and Han has half the mind to back away as much as possible. But she only pushes further until she's almost completely pressed up against him. Her hips press down and she looks up at him from under her eyelashes.

His hard-on is resting perfectly against her mound. There’s no way she doesn’t feel that. His brain fries and he stutters out her name in confusion, putting his hands on either side of her shoulders to hold her back. She ignores him completely in favor of slowly running her hands up his stomach and to his chest, pulling the chain around his neck so that he leans into her.

She giggles at his reaction and lowers her hands onto his, pushing them back and lower to rest on her ass, where she then leaves them and wraps her hands around his neck. Those glossy lips of hers are caught between her teeth as she leans into him, her voice low and seductive. “Sungie~” He doesn’t try to move his hands, why would he? He’s enjoying himself. But he does slightly freak out at the thought of people walking in and seeing a freak like him groping the hottest girl on the planet. “What are you doing?!” He looks around the room to make sure there are no prying eyes but her smooth voice drags his attention back to her.

“C’mon~~ Don’t you think I'm pretty?” Her flushed cheeks are almost unnoticeable in the dim lighting but boy does he see it. Their lips ghost and he feels his dick twitch in his jeans when he feels some of her lip gloss get transferred to him. Fuck. I was doing so well today too… “Don’t you want me?” Her voice lowers with each word until she’s whispering against his lips, finally pushing her own against his. His heart beats out of his chest but he lets his eyes close and his hands move up to her waist as he reciprocates the kiss. Her tongue pokes out in an attempt to deepen the kiss and he reluctantly lets it happen. His head spins when their tongues clash and he finds himself losing control when her lip gloss smudges all over their chins. Holy shit... She tastes like strawberries... 

Eventually, they pull away to breathe but she wastes no time and dips down to his neck, leaving sloppy kisses along his Adam's Apple as she mumbles incoherent sentences against it. If the slurring of her words wasn’t enough to discourage him, the recalling of his earlier conversation was. The uneasy feeling from earlier is quickly forgotten when Yeonjun’s voice replays in his head. His hand roughly digs into her hair and pulls her away so that she’s sitting up straight. The moan it pulls from her only makes him harder.

“You know… Yeonjun warned me about how touchy you are when you drink. You do this with every man you get your little hands on?” He whispers against her ear. “N-No only for you, Sungie. I promise~” She pouts and he narrows his eyes at her, not believing it for even a second. “Yeah? Then why does he seem so familiar with how you’re acting right now? You probably whore out every time they have one of these parties. Am I supposed to be your next victim?” Hell. I don’t think I’d even mind being a victim to her.

She whimpers and frowns, shaking her head rapidly and unintentionally rubbing herself harder against his hard-on. He closes his eyes to focus on breathing; while this newfound confidence is nice, he doesn’t think it’s enough to push any further than this, so he just doesn’t respond. Instead choosing to stay quiet and let his other hand squeeze the fat of her thighs, engraving the feeling in his mind. Who knows when I’ll get another chance like this? Might as well take advantage of it too... He knows he shouldn’t. She’s drunk for fucks sake! But GOD does she look so good like this... On my lap, all desperate for me.

The hold on her hair is loosened as he lets his hands roam all over her body. They start at her thighs: running his fingers over the flesh there softly before flattening his palms against her ass and squeezing them, spreading them apart in the process. He glances up at her shutting eyes and nodding head, thinking to himself for a second as he mindlessly fondles her ass. He wonders just how far he can get before she sobers up. She’s gonna fucking hate me... But also, she looks so drunk that she might not even notice. OR remember for that matter.

With every passing second he feels his morals fading away until he eventually decides that today is the day he gives no fucks. Let her find out. Fuck it. His hands move up to her hips again and pull her down, dragging her clothed pussy over his bulge like she was doing earlier. She sighs and closes her eyes all the way, spreading her knees to allow him to pull her farther down. He bites his lip and looks around, staring intensely at the last 2 people in the room who were too busy sucking each other’s faces off to notice his actions. A whimper of his name pulls his attention back to the girl above him. His hooded eyes meet hers as she stares down at him, the neediness painfully obvious. He smirks and tilts his head, playing dumb as she starts to move her hips on her own again.

“Hmm? What’s wrong Y/N?” His hands trail down her thighs and he licks his lips as he stares down at them. His pointer finger and thumb rub the fabric of her lace garter as he waits patiently for her to respond. When she doesn’t he pulls the elastic back, letting it snap against her soft skin there. It pulls a delayed squeak from her and he continues to smirk cockily. The hand moves back up and plays with the hem of her skirt. He can faintly see the dark colored panties she has on and he’s itching to see it. He glances up to see her eyes fluttering open and closed again. She won’t notice...

Then he grabs the fabric and pushes it up against her tummy. He holds it there as he peeks between her legs, watching her pretty panties soak more and more as she pushes down more against him. Her pretty, red panties. You fucking whore.. The hand resting on her ass rises and comes down, slapping the bare flesh there meanly and pulling a shriek from her. “You planned this shit, didn’t you? Asked me for my favorite color just to wear some slutty panties to entice me?” And they’re fucking sheer again. She looks down at him with watery eyes and whines, placing her hand on his shoulder as her hips continue to move. The silence that follows is all the answer he needs. 

He snakes his right hand up her body, stopping at her chest and pinching her nipples through the thin fabric. “Stupid little crybaby... Slutting yourself out for anybody who will give you the time of day.” The hand comes down on her ass again and her hips falter. “Did I say you could stop?” Her head rolls and she continues instantly; he can feel her obedience awakening something new in him.

His right hand slides through the top hole of her shirt to grab a handful of her boob, squeezing it as he leans in. He licked her other nipple through the fabric, sucking and nibbling it as her hips continued to rut against him. Eventually, though, the fabric was preventing him from feeling her up properly and it irritated him to no end. The alcohol in his system tells him to rip it open, but the sober side of him shuts the idea down instantly, so he grabs the top string of her shirt, pulling it roughly and freeing her chest to the cold air in the game room. She gasps and tries to cover herself with her arms but he grabs both of her wrists before she can. “Don’t even think about it. You wanted to act like a whore so I'm treating you like one.” He pushed her arms out of the way and grabbed handfuls of her chest with both hands, aggressively massaging the mounds of fat as if proving his point.

He leans back in, releasing the death-grip on one of her boobs and wrapping those pretty pink lips around her bare nipple. His now free hand moves to her ass, slapping the skin before grabbing her hip and grinding her harder against him. Her hands trail into his hair, grabbing handfuls and tugging it as she moans loudly. “S-Sungie! Ahh~” Her sweet voice crying out his name was the last thing he needed to send him over the edge, and the hands in his hair gripped tighter as she came with him, both of their faces scrunching up in pleasure as he continued to move her hips against him and lick her nipple.

Eventually, they both finish riding out their highs and she sleepily wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face in the crook of his neck. He let her stay there as he caught his breath, hands rubbing up and down her back soothingly. He very quickly hears soft snores coming from her and gets up, laying her softly on the couch as he does so. Standing in the same place she was just 10 minutes ago gives him the perfect view to stare down at her, mind boggled at the way she still looks so hot despite being completely ruined.

Her lip gloss was smeared all over the lower part of her face and her lips themselves were swollen and red. Her shirt was still spread wide open, letting anybody who walked in see her pretty tits. His eyes traced the red marks he left against the pudgy skin there as her chest rose and fell with her breaths. Her one nipple had a pretty red tint on it from his insistent suckling. Her skirt hung loosely around her waist, rising with each breath and giving him the perfect view of her panties that were now darkened from her cum. Now I get to see it in real-time.. haha…

Pride filled his chest as the realization hit that he did this. Not Yeonjun. Not Juwon. Not one of those stupid ass frat boys. Me. The post-nut clarity and sudden soberness were almost enough to send him spiraling as another realization filled his head. The realization of what these emotions meant. Feeling jealousy at the thought of other guys touching her and happiness at the feeling of being the one to make her cum in her little red panties. Before he could dwindle further, the girl whined from her spot on the couch before yawning loudly and stretching. Then her sleepy voice filled his ears, “‘Wanna go home Sungie..”

By the time he fixes her outfit, she's fast asleep. Jisung puts her on his back and piggybacks her through the hallways and down the stairs. As the sole of his boots landed on the expensive tile, he quickly realized that nobody was around. The previously packed living room and kitchen were now left in a giant mess and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. He had so many questions but opted to ignore them for now and adjusted the girl on his back, inching her farther up so that he didn’t drop her.

As he stepped onto the front porch, he was met with a familiar face. Yeonjun cackled out loud at the sight of them, startling the boy and almost waking the sleeping beauty on his back. “You guys are still here? I thought you took her home ages ago??” Yeonjun smiled at him, watching Han breathe deeply to calm the heart attack that he almost had. “Just take her to your house, man. None of her roommates are going home tonight so she’ll be locked out if you go to her place.”

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at the taller boy, “Are... Are you sure?”

“Yeah, she trusts you. And would you rather her sleep in your bed or her apartment hallway where anybody could take advantage of her?” Jisung visibly gulps and nods silently, pushing past the taller boy to meet the taxi that slowly pulled up behind him. He settles her in carefully, almost lovingly, and walks to the opposite side to join her in the back seat. He waved awkwardly at Yeonjun, who watched them and waved with a menacing smile on his face. 

As Yeonjun waved them away he smirked to himself. “That little minx... She’s got him wrapped around her finger haha.”

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[sincerelyzee]

old man!sebastian x old woman!reader | 735

“Sebastian! hurry it up in there!” your voice barely carried throughout the farmhouse. how can your husband be so slow when your babies were coming today? “relax, relax. i’m here.” he slowly makes his way out the door, his feet shuffling against the hardwood floor of the porch. when he passes you, you hear his mumble something strangely close to ‘toad’. you click your tongue at him and poke his back with your walking stick, earning a cheeky chuckle from him.

the two of you slowly make it down the stairs, making sure to hold onto the sidebars and then you both make your way to the bus stop to wait. “listen here, wife,” Sebastian starts, clearing his throat and gathering his words, “you’d better not hog all my kids like last time.” you roll your eyes at him and wave him off, “i’m serious! not even a hundred kisses would make me forgive you.”

“five kisses and you’ll have forgotten why you were angry.” you look at him, a challenging fire in your eyes. he pulls a sour face in response and kisses your cheek. “you may be right about that.” you smile and press a sweet kiss to his lips then pat his back, “you’ll come alright, just wait your turn.” you cheekily reassure him, he grumbles in response and you both turn into the bus stop and wait for the bus to arrive, hand in hand.

once you’ve greeted your daughter, your son in-law and their children, you all make it back to the farm. “dad, i hope you know we didn’t come so we can work on the farm.” he scoffs at your daughter’s words, “i said that to your mother when we married. look at where i am now.” your mouth opens in disbelief, “you offered to help me on the farm, you toad.” your daughter and son in-law both laugh at this exchange, making their daughters laugh, they all know how much he loves and cares for you and farm but enjoys being stubborn and making it sound like he hates the farm.

“Grandpa, why do you have scars on your mouth?” one of your grandchildren start, “and why do you have a hole on your eyebrow?” the other chimes in, “and so many holes in your ears?” the last one speaks up, “come inside, i’ll show you how cool Grandpa was when i was a youth.” he makes his way inside, looking for the picture album you started when you started dating all those years ago.

your daughter and her husband sit next to you on the bench on the porch, “mom, why don’t you and dad come back with us to the city? Pelican Town can be a holiday destination for all of us, then?” you shake your head profusely at her words. “never. now go water the plants in the greenhouse.” they both sigh and pick up watering cans and make their way to the greenhouse.

“what’s this i hear about moving to the city?” your husband emerges from the house to sit next to you. you shake your head, “she asked if we could leave with them to the city and only come back for holidays.” your head turns to look at him, to find out if that’s still a want of his. “who would tend to the farm?” he begins, giving the easy way out, “i thought you hated the farm?” you speak, he clicks his tongue, “this farm is my pride and joy. apart from our family.. and our marriage.. and the one time some years ago when i did that game for a client.. yeah. it’s fourth place.”

you roll your eyes and lean against him, his hand finds yours and he holds it then brings it up to press a lingering kiss. “that dream died a long time ago, honey,” a small smile sits on your lips but you don’t look at him “the city has nothing for me,” he sighs and kisses your hand again then he kisses your head.

“you are everything to me. i’ll die on this farm right next to you if that’s how you want me to prove it.”

a small laugh leaves your lips and you lean your head up to kiss his cheek. “you’ll die a bitter old man.” he smiles and kisses your forehead, “i'll die as your bitter old man, wouldn’t i?”

an: can a baddie emo loser hit my line and we go buy a plot of land to farm on and get married and get old and die together?

[callme-naomi]

Facts, Fights, Feelings

A/N: Hello everyone! Naomi here, with this series. The trope is very close to my heart, since I've experienced this in my life too, and I was so excited to write this with my favourite character. I hope you love reading this as much as I loved writing this!

It's basically a type of 'five times + one time' based on academic rivals. It'll be divided into seven parts, one for each story, and it is canon compliant.

Some of these scenes might feature later in my OC, Naomi's story!

Series Summary: You and Nanami Kento have been sworn academic rivals from the very moment you stepped foot into Jujutsu High. You were convinced that you hated nobody more than him and would love to be away from him. And evidently, he thought so too. However, both of you had your feelings challenged, and maybe you don't hate being with each other that much.

Ship: Nanami Kento x Reader

Total word count: 18.8k words

Word count for this part: 2.01 k

Prologue - Summer after high school, where we first met

“Meet your new classmate, Miss L/N Y/N.”

Standing in your new, dark-bluish black uniform, you gave a friendly, half-shy wave at the two boys sitting in front of you, while your new teacher, Yaga sensei, introduced you. Coming from a high school, it did shock you to know you were the third enrolment to Jujutsu High’s first year batch, and while you liked the spacious classroom with your own desk and windows and air and light pooling in, you were eager to get to know your two other classmates, both boys.

A boy with large, round eyes, and brown hair waved enthusiastically back at you, his teeth bared in his smile, while the other one with blonde hair, whom you thought rather arrogantly nice-looking, scrutinized you with an impassive face.

“I expect you all to get along, and you boys to be nice to your newest classmate.”

Upon being pointed to, you walk to the seat nearest to the door. Immediately beside you was the boy with brown hair and to his left, his friend with blonde hair who was now interested in something outside the window.

“Hey, L/N. My name is Haibara Yu.” With a cheerful tone, he introduced himself. Friendly fellow.

“Hello, Haibara.” You sweetly reply back, noticing that his friend was interested in the conversation and now looking at the two of you. Upon seeing you gaze interestedly at him, he extends a hand across Haibara’s desk.

“Nanami.” He gave his name. To-the-point type of guy.

“L/N.” You repeat your name for the third time in ten minutes. With a small nod, he returns to reading his book lying idly on his desk.

“He’s just emo like that, don’t worry,” Haibara assured you. “It’ll take him some time to get used to you. “

“I see.”

“Well, would you like to come outside? Maybe I can take you to our seniors?”

“Of course. I’ve heard the Six Eyes himself is here too?”

“Haibara, it’s not a good idea.”

You spin around to see Nanami staring at the two of you.

“Why?” you asked innocently.

“He’d give you white hair if you spent too much time with him.”

“They always embarrass him one way or the other,” Haibara nudged your elbow. “So he avoids them.”

“It’s not that.” You did not mistake the red flashing across his cheeks. “the Six Eyes you’re so excited to meet, he acts like he doesn’t even have two.”

You grin. “So you’re saying they’ll drag me into trouble? Don’t worry, I don’t get into trouble. It finds me anyway.”

He sighs, and stands. Upon standing, you realize he’s actually much taller than you even as a teenager.

“I’ll tag along then, only to say I told you so,” he grumbled, and you giggle.

It might be a good journey together with the three of you.

********

You met the seniors in the break. Two girls, fourth-years, weren’t there, but you met the second-years.

While coming to your classroom, you had seen two of the second-year boys walk the halls, and by the looks on their faces, they seemed…mean and arrogant, to be put simply. Someone who’d teach you to stay within your limits.

They were anything but mean.

Satoru Gojo, the owner of the Six Eyes and Limitless technique, definitely did not act as if he wielded so much power. His flirtatious and carefree style amazed you, and you enjoyed his company.

His best friend, Suguru Geto, was much sober and – gentler? – by nature. His voice down to a low volume, his words carefully thought and sweet, his smile the cutest you’d ever seen, you found him a nice person.

And Shoko Ieiri was your type of girl. Good enough with studies, a girl’s girl, stylish and cool. All in all, you were fairly pleased to meet your seniors, and you couldn’t stop laughing when Gojo kept annoying Nanami around.

When you came back to class, you all headed towards the basketball court for stances training. Larger than any court you had ever been too, you loved the grandeur of it and the way everything seemed to shine, it was polished so much. You deeply inhaled the smell of wood and nearby blossoms as the cool spring breeze blew by your face.

At the same time, the seniors were there too, lounging in a corner, so you were determined to leave a good impression.

To start the lesson, you were given a recap on all you had covered and the basic stances for the day. You ran an assessing look on your classmates.

Haibara and Nanami were doing amazing. Flawless, even. The way their faces were focused and concentrated, and the very way their limbs seemed to be cutting air with the ferocity and fluidity of their kicks impressed and intimidated you.

Once you got a hold on the steps, seeing you had a karate club background, the teacher instructed you to proceed towards the duels.

You were one of the few sorcerers to have ever been assigned grade one upon admission, so you were confident you’d win.

Against Haibara, it was an easy challenge for you. You felt like due to being new, he had gone easy on you, but with the victory, you weren’t complaining.

When it was turn for you to face Nanami, you took a deep, calming breath to steady yourself, all the while blocking out the cheers and jabs coming from the sides.

You took the offensive, aiming for his head, and he dodged his head towards the left, his hand shooting upwards to catch yours. Using a particular twist of the wrist, you freed your hands, and jumped a 360 backwards, getting barely five seconds to block yourself against his kick.

The fight felt more like a choreographed dance sequence, you and Nanami switching between offense and defence, locking eyes while landing an attack as if listening to the same rhythm. A few times you, with your agility and being quick on your feet, landed a punch on him while a few times he dominated when he toppled you down with a kick.

You were about to make your final attack, your one move nobody has ever yet beat, a flying kick, and he seemed ready, his hazel-coloured eyes watching your every muscle and seemingly every nerve while you jumped and swiftly spun your leg around his face. When he caught the brunt of it, and fell to his knees, you stood, face flushed, smile widening, but you forgot to keep your guard up.

Before the five-second countdown was up, he extended a leg and kicked your knees, sending an unprepared you face down on the ground. It all happened in a matter of seconds: Before your face could entirely hit the wooden floor, he slid himself such that his arm looped around your neck and he positioned himself behind you, one knee on the ground and the other on your back, restricting your movements. You struggled against the iron grip, your face bare inches from slamming the floor. In the end, when he didn’t let go, and wouldn’t even let you roll yourself around, you gave in when the count ran down to five.

As the two of you stood up, he shook your hand. “Good fight.”

You didn’t mind this defeat, seeing you were a novice, and you didn’t think much of that seeing everyone else was appreciating you. You didn’t notice Nanami pick his stuff up and leave the room since you were surrounded by Haibara and the second-years.

“That was impressive, L/N.” Shoko clapped your back. “You really can hold your own.”

“That might be a first actually,” Satoru tapped his chin. “Standing so long against him.”

“Even I was amazed, fairly.” Suguru joined in. “Not saying I underestimated you, but you’re really his match.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“Nanami is one of the top students here.” Shoko explained. “Sure, he isn’t like Gojo here, good naturally at everything he does-”

“Not good, perfect.”

“-except at staying quiet. As I was saying, Nanami may not be a born talent at everything, but he really does put in the effort. His fighting is unbeatable, and I daresay only these two can beat him because they’re special grades. So, seeing you, a new kid, put up against him for this long is a new record. Congrats, kid.”

You smile, but in your mind, you begin to view Nanami in a different light.

At the high school you had come from, you were the star pupil. Excelling in every subject, perfect A’s student, outclassed in extracurricular activities. True, you had had competition, but with your brains and you putting in your effort, nobody had come close to you.

When you had come here, you thought of Nanami as the introverted kid who just wants to get a degree and doesn’t care about anything. You had not even considered the chance he might be your strongest competitor by far.

But maybe, you assure yourselves walking into Maths, your strongest subject, I’m overthinking it, and they are frightening me. I bet I’ll give him a good lesson here.

Picking up your bag and speeding towards the front chair, taking a glance at Nanami twirling his pencil and looking in your direction, you plop onto your seat and arrange your desk neatly, books and notebook in a stack and your stationery within hand’s reach.

Within five minutes, the teacher walked in, Haibara speeding behind and skidding to a halt near his seat. Seeing a new student, she decided to give a review and assess you along with the entire class based on your prior knowledge.

Too easy, all too easy. I can do this.

The teacher posed a question, “What is the radius of a circle that has a circumference of 3.14 meters?”

You immediately begin to use a trick in your mind. The reason you loved Mathematics was the way you took it as a game. Always enjoying it and cracking new tricks. You were just about to find the correct formula when-

“0.5 meters.”

You freeze. Whoever answered was impossibly quick. Within the next second spin so fast you feel you cricked your neck when the teacher approvingly nodded. “Correct, Nanami-kun.”

Okay. One answer. You brace yourself for the next one.

“If x is the average (arithmetic mean) of m and 9, y is the average of 2m and 15, and z is the average of 3m and 18, what is the average of x, y, and z in terms of m?”

Barely had she ended the question when Nanami’s voice shot across the room. “m + 7.”

“That is correct.”

And this happened in every other classes. Be it languages, or history, or Maths, or biology, it was always him who dominated. Sure, you gave the answer too but you felt inferior to this boy.

Seeing this as cue to stop slacking off, you returned to your study schedule, spending all evening, four hours, buried in books, revising and repeating the same lessons over and over, drilling it into your mind, the room’s walls echoing with the drum of your fists and kicking legs against it and the early morning sky witnessing you practice your innate technique.

While it did bring fruit in the form of the teachers appreciating you and acknowledging you, it angered you beyond exhaustion to see he still remained highly active in every class, command over every topic tackled, and the fury that erupted inside you when you would approach your teachers for lessons or personal discussions and they’d begin comparing the ‘perfect’ Nanami…

When you entered the class, you hoped you’d be friends. Now you were positive that nobody hated him more than you, and you set out on a mission to compete against him.

Alright, he may be nice and polite, as he acted all gentleman with you over the next few days, so you can pretend to be nice too. But no matter what happens, be it tests, or battles, come what may, you will emerge first. You will make sure of it.

[moviememokeeper]

What fob songs would Reca listen to? (And maybe songs from other groups from holy emo trinity)

I thought about making a new playlist but I fear there was only one correct answer.

my oc introduced them to him real

He’s the type to research obscure merch and buy it for her 🙂‍↕️

Other songs I think he’d like:

This is purely based on vibes btw

by p!atd - I fear I don’t listen to them as much anymore and don’t remember a lot of their songs 😭 - list could change if I give em another listen…

- Northern Downpour

- House of Memories

- Build god, then we’ll talk

- The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage

- Death Of A Bachelor

And from MCR

- Helena (a classic)

- The Ghost Of You

- Cemetery Drive

- Dead!

- The Sharpest Lives

- I Don’t Love You

- Famous Last Words (my personal favourite <3)

- Bulletproof Heart

- The Only Hope For Me Is You

- Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back

for funsies, here’s what I think he’s favourites would be for fall out boy :3

TTTYG:

- Calm Before The Storm

- Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)

FUTCT:

- Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued

- Of All The Gin Joints In The World

- Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends

IOH:

- Golden

- Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am?

- You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave

FOLIE: (my personal favourite album ever.)

- Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet

- Tiffany Blews

- w.a.m.s.

In case you were wondering, my favourite song is The (Shipped) Gold Standard :3

SRAR:

- Where Did The Party Go

- Miss Missing You

ABAP:

- American Beauty/American Psycho

- Jet Pack Blues

- Fourth Of July

MANIA:

- Heaven’s Gate

- Bishops Knife Trick

SMFS:

- Fake Out

- Heaven, Iowa

- So Much (For) Stardust

[clairenatural]

No you don't understand. Am I imaginary or is my voice not loud enough????????? Lighting a lighter in my pocket reminding me that I'm here.

GUESS WHO IS GOING TO SEE MARIETTA

[rr-shattered-memory]

You point your fork at Roman -it has the last bite if your food on it- "I asked this in a past loop but I'm not sure how much I got out of it."

Roman purses his lips, "oookaaay?"

He sounds wary.

"I know it was our birthday yesterday but that's about it, what happened?" you ask popping the last bite in your mouth.

He lightens up, "Oh! I picked you up at noon and we hung out a little at the mall to plan a party for this weekend, had lunch then shopped a bit -that's when we got the necklaces-"

You stroke the red gem around your neck, it's smooth but slightly rough on some edges - it's nice to fiddle with.

"-We went to put most of what we got away at my apartment then drove to the pub a couple hours later -Mr Wrong gave us a small cake to share- we drank maybe a bit too much then walked back here and I put you to bed."

"Your car was at your apartment last loop" you say.

"Yeah Virge -uh that's one of my my roommates- went to get it this morning cause they needed it for a bit" Roman tells you.

"How is that dreadful little emo?" Janus very pointedly nonchalantly inquires.

Roman side glances him, "they're fine."

"Mm, good good."

Well that was weird.

Anyway, back to business.

"What the fuck then? whatever made this happen has to have happened yesterday but we were together all day!"

Roman sighs, "I don't get it either the only times when we weren't was for bathroom breaks."

"We should go back to the pub" you decide.

"Not this loop we won't" Janus says, "we're going to try this sleeping thing and also see if your room is impervious to the looping."

"Sure sure" you wave off.

"Ah I forgot" Roman pipes up and walks off, he comes back with your phone.

Janus cleans up his and your mess as Roman hands you the phone.

"Alright let's see what secrets this cuck is holding" you press a button and your lockscreen pops up.

Roman peers over your shoulder, "since when do you have a password on your phone?"

"How should I know - do you know what it could be?"

Roman shakes his head, "no but I am flattered that you made my art your picture - I suppose I did draw that for you though."

You look back at the drawing, it's a digital drawing with splatterd swirled neons on a black background - scattered about it are teeth, eyes, and other assorted gore circling a skull; the skull has a green pinprick in the left eye and a red in the right.

Janus stands on your other side to also look at your phone.

"Do you know what my password is?" you ask hopefully.

"No, I can tell you though that I too am surprised about a password being there."

"Damnit" you look back at the screen, eight digits.

What could it be?

>No poll today, I want you guys to figure it out - I'll take the first six tries before the phone locks for the rest of the loop.

>Good luck.

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[pissvortex]

apologies if you know this already but seminal ‘emo revival’/‘fourth-wave emo’ (🤢) band “the world is a beautiful place and i am no longer afraid to die” had a song on one of their earlier EPs titled ‘victim kin seek suit’ ripped directly from a newspaper headline about the legal aftermath of the travis the chimp mauling incident

[possessedbymypast]

no halo - sorority noise

[thornesrookery]

*wheeze*

Hey, I wanted to take a moment to first of all, thank everyone who has reached out to me or listened to me the last day or so. The outpouring of support has been so wonderful, I can't even express.

But because so many of you have been concerned for me, I felt I would make an official, public announcement about what has happened with Felassan and Abelas on an IC and OOC level.

I am going to try my best to keep things as factual as possible and please note, I do not want anyone to engage with the writer on my behalf. They've deactivated accounts and after this post, I would like to start the moving on process.

Putting it bluntly, the ship was toxic.

I felt as if I could not write Felassan in any meaningful way without his actions, emotions, or lack thereof in some cases, triggering Abelas to spiral and essentially tantrum. By the time I chose to end the ship, they would have broken up for the fourth or fifth time. I genuinely lost count because in the last month of RP, it happened so many times.

As a writer, it started to wear on me Out of Character. I started approaching bsky and discord every day wondering, 'What is the drama going to be today?' Which was when I realized a hobby that I deeply love and only recently got back into, wasn't fun for me anymore.

I knew the source.

At the conclusion of “Emo Night” (which btw, was triggered because Abelas said something hurtful to Felassan, doubled down on it, then tried to be dismissive of his feelings and when Felassan didn't just magically get better, Abelas turned it into a whole, 'Love is dead and Felassan doesn't love me' victim complex. I was NOT. HAPPY.) at the end of emo night, and throughout, actually, I told the writer I was uncertain whether Felassan and Abelas should get back together as it was not a health relationship IC and to be blunt, I was pissed. Especially as they tried to frame it as Felassan “misunderstanding” something Abelas had said to one of the RP servers we were in.

(He said Felassan only gets jealous when he doesn't have all the attention. I'm not sure how many ways that could be taken, I'm js.)

REGARDLESS.

At the conclusion of Emo Night, they seemed willing to settle down with the drama and give both myself the writer, and Felassan a break. I desperately needed it and I was willing to give them another, final chance. I did warn the writer more than once in character and out, that if things were to kick off again any time soon, both Felassan and I would be done.

Not even a week later, we were back on our same old bullshit. It started with another player's character and then naturally, spilled over to mine. And once again, Felassan was going to have to clean up the mess because Abelas decided the character was going to run away after causing as much damage as possible. And while I know that not having my character participate is always an option, with Abelas' writer, it really wasnt. Because any time I didn't have Felassan swoop in to the rescue for whatever reason IC or OOC, it would be wielded against him and I'd have drama regardless.

That was the point where I reached out to the writer to let them know I was done shipping with them.

I realized several things that solidified the decision. That the RP I had been doing with them, was an emotionally abusive relationship in character. That they have no problem dropping triggering content into their RP without warning, pushing people into positions in which they were triggered for real because of the lack of decorum and communication. And that everything they did was to draw the maximum amount of attention to themselves.

I have been doing my best to try and write Felassan (when I'm not shitposting of course) as a very complex and struggling character. He has depth. His flirtatious nature is a facade and SEVERAL characters have managed to pick up on that through interaction. But not Abelas. Because Abelas' main focus was having a trophy to wave around.

I did not have the freedom to write Felassan the way I want because of Abelas needing to be the focus at all times. Felassan could not joke, could not get jealous, could not express hurt, without it somehow turning into him being the bad guy and Abelas the victim.

Also keep in mind. This is just the interactions I had between Abelas and Felassan. Their other characters are built the exact same way and in one interaction between out other characters, I had to have my character leave the RP and take a break myself, because they were pushing at one of my very few triggers. And despite attempts to topic change, express discomfort, and disengage, they kept going until I needed to leave. I shouldn't have to list my personal trauma history and experiences to feel safe walking into a space meant for everyone to gather and RP. I should not have to tell someone to have the BAREST of common sense and decency when including some of the most OBVIOUS and COMMON trigger warnings in their RP. And then to not only double down on it, but to act like both writer and character have no clue why people are reacting the way they are?

This has already gone on longer than I originally planned and I have obviously gotten a little bit emotional while writing this.

Bottom line is:

I appreciate your support and reaching out. It has made this much easier for me to navigate. It takes me a while to process certain emotions and events, which is why this is being delivered now instead of earlier or last night.

I'm not completely okay right now. I'm angry. Angry because when I reached out to say I was done shipping, I got a massive non-apology. I got, “If I had known, maybe I could have done something” and “I never meant to cross boundaries or upset you”. Despite communicating quite clearly, multiple times on my end.

It's a toxic, non-apology that tries to absolve them of blame while trying to guilt you and draw you back in.

And if there's one thing that pisses me off more than anything, it's Guilt Trips. I will not tolerate them.

This is honestly the tip of the iceberg in what I've been dealing with, but I did feel it would be better for me to openly share what was going on so that all of you wonderful people don't worry about lil' ol' Felassan. He and I will be okay. It's going to take a little bit to get over it. But it hasn't deterred me from wanting to RP with the community or chased me away.

I also wish to make clear, I don't care if you choose to be friends with their writer still. I think they need friends, but unfortunately, I can no longer be one of them.

The only thing I ask of you, is to respect that I want no further interaction with them and to not go after them trying to pick fights. I intentionally left their name out of this for a reason. As problematic as I have found them, they don't deserve harassment.

[spiritincantation]

el capitano - brave little abacus (final show, 2012-01-28 @ vic greary center, NH)

credit: ty ueda

[kushblazer666]

im such a damn sucker for fourth wave midwest emo