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collegestudent! gojo x collegestudent! reader

SUMMARY: You and Gojo Satoru were once everything to each other, but now, the space between you is filled with nothing but silence and resentment. College is just a reminder of how far you’ve drifted apart, and every encounter only adds fuel to the fire.

You avoid him like the plague, but it doesn’t matter. You can still feel him in the shadows, always there, always watching, as if the past was never really gone. So what do you do? You (try to) keep your distance, pretending it’s easy to forget the history that’s weighed you down for so long.

But deep down, neither of you can let go. And as the tension between you grows, you’re forced to confront the truth: some things are never truly buried, no matter how hard you try.

best friends-to-friends with benefits-to-enemies-to-enemies with benefits-to?

TWs (for this chapter): manipulation, toxic friendship dynamics, arguing, back handed compliments, making out, sexual tension, substance abuse, explicit language, mentions of past trauma, emotional conflict, jealousy

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CHAPTER FOUR – In The Night; proceed with caution...

AN: okay listen. i know this was a slow burn chapter. but every single part of it was necessary. EVERYTHING is important. do you think i just write things for fun? no. every sentence, every stare, every word exchanged between gojo and y/n is intentional. calculated. y/n and yumi? the way they showed up wearing almost matching outfits? not a coincidence. the way y/n interacts with yumi and vice versa? telling. the way the toxicity seeps through her conversation with gojo? NECESSARY. you need to understand where they stand right now to fully grasp what’s about to happen next. there is a reason they are all still in each other’s lives. trust me.

and finally. GETO. HELLO. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT. he had no business being that hot this chapter. NONE. i was writing him like sir please be serious for once but no. he had to say things. he had to look like that. i hate him (i love him).

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You can feel the weight of your wallet in your bag, but it’s not a burden; it’s an opportunity. The mall hums around you, the fluorescent lights overhead making everything feel a little more artificial, but also a little more alive. You take in the scent of expensive perfumes mixed with the fresh leather from the bags on display. It’s like a hit of dopamine straight to the system, and you can almost taste the excitement on your tongue.

Yumi walks beside you, her eyes already scanning the racks, her steps slow but deliberate. She's in the same vibe today, quiet, but her attention sharp. You two aren’t talking much, but it doesn’t matter—sometimes, silence is just another form of conversation.

“Do you think it’s wrong to just...buy things for the sake of it?” Yumi asks out of nowhere, glancing sideways at you, her lips curling up in a half-smirk. “Like, not because we need it, but because...it feels good?”

“Fuck no,” you reply almost immediately, your voice louder than it probably should be in the middle of the mall. You catch a couple of people glancing over, but it doesn’t matter. “Anyone who says that is lying to themselves. Spending money is like hitting the reset button, a little personal therapy session in each swipe. I mean, have you seen these shoes? They're practically begging me to buy them.”

Yumi chuckles, her eyes falling to the rows of trendy sneakers on the shelf. She moves towards them with purpose, but you know she's not just here to buy. She's here to feel something, just like you. The thrill of walking out of the store with something new, the satisfaction of a decision that is all yours.

“Sometimes I feel like...if I just have something nice, it’ll fix everything. Like, if I buy this jacket, maybe everything will feel okay,” Yumi says, her voice soft, almost hesitant. You look over at her, catching the slightest crack in her usual nonchalant expression.

"Yeah, I get that," you reply, your hand brushing along a velvet dress on display. "It’s like, a temporary fix. But sometimes? It’s all you need to get through the day. You can’t tell me there’s a better feeling than slipping into something new and realizing you just made your own mood for the day."

Yumi glances over at you, her face breaking into a grin. “I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought that way. Let's make the most of this ‘therapy’ while we can.”

You both laugh, the sound mixing with the distant chatter of other shoppers as you continue to roam, leaving your cares and worries at the door with every step you take. Today is not about making decisions, it’s about feeling. And right now, you’re both just trying to feel good.

You and Yumi are dressed in the kind of outfits that could easily be mistaken for "mom chic"—but in a way that feels intentional and effortless. Think muted tones, soft fabrics, and the kind of casual elegance that says, "I don’t have to try too hard, but I still look put together."

You’re both wearing beige-colored pieces, like a warm, oversized cardigan layered over a simple cream blouse. The cardigan drapes off your shoulders just so, perfectly slouchy, like you didn’t even think about it. Your pants are wide-legged, a soft taupe color, with just enough volume to make them look chic but still comfortable enough to lounge in. You're not exactly pulling off a runway look, but you’re definitely pulling off an “I’m casually rich but low-key” vibe. You’ve opted for simple, white sneakers that look like they’ve been through a lot, but still hold their own in the aesthetics department.

Yumi mirrors you in a similar way. She’s got a beige trench coat hanging loosely around her shoulders, the kind of piece that makes you look like you’ve got your life together, even if you don’t. Her pants are slightly more tapered, a light khaki shade, but still relaxed enough to give off that effortless vibe. A simple beige scarf is wrapped loosely around her neck, adding just the right touch of elegance. You notice she’s wearing matching beige slides, the kind that click softly against the floor with every step, but they have a casual, almost lazy feel to them, like she couldn’t be bothered with heels today.

Both of you have your hair pulled back into sleek, tight buns—nothing too fancy, just neat and low-maintenance. It’s a look that says you’re not trying too hard, but still trying just enough to feel put-together. It’s a mood. The kind of aesthetic that screams understated, but the more you look at it, the more you realize just how much effort went into making it look so effortless.

At some point, you break away from her, your eyes landing on a store that’s been calling your name for days. You head straight for the jeans section like you’re on a mission from God. And there they are. The perfect pair. The jeans. They practically shine in your peripheral vision, whispering your name. “Buy me, buy me, buy me,” they seem to scream. You grab your size with the kind of urgency that only comes from knowing destiny has just called your name, then practically launch yourself into the fitting room.

Once you’re inside, you slip into the jeans and instantly fall in love. They hug you just right, shaping your body in that effortless way that says, I’m so stylish. You glance in the mirror, nodding to yourself like you've just discovered fire.

“Yu!” You yell, probably a little louder than necessary, but you’re too excited. “Come here, I found something.”

“Girl, where’s here?” Yumi calls from outside, clearly in the middle of her own shopping-induced trance.

“The fitting room, hurry up!” You tug at the waistband to make sure it’s sitting just right. You can already feel the high of this purchase.

You hear Yumi’s footsteps approach as she huffs impatiently. “Step out, c'mon!” she calls. You laugh, rolling your eyes as you open the fitting room door, spinning out dramatically to show off your catch of the day.

“What do you think?” You strike a pose, a mix of sass and excitement.

Yumi blinks. It’s not the reaction you expected. Her eyes flick up and down you, but there's something off about her expression—something you can’t quite place. She pauses, the kind of pause that always means she’s about to say something she thinks will sound nice but isn’t. She twirls a lock of her hair around her finger and scratches at her trench coat like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“Oh,” she says, her tone flat.

“Is something wrong?” You squint, suddenly sensing the tension in the air. She can’t even look you in the eye.

“No, no, they’re great,” she says quickly, but it’s too fast. Too... fake.

You raise an eyebrow, giving her the look—the one that says, Really, girl? “Come on, be honest.”

She chews her lip, eyeing you again. “Well, I mean…” She lets out a breath, eyes sweeping over you. “I don’t think they suit you,” she says, as if it’s a casual observation. “They’re not really... the model of jeans for you. But hey, we can totally find you something else. Like, better.”

Your whole posture goes rigid. That familiar sting of frustration bubbles up, your brow furrowing as your stomach tightens. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you shoot back, holding her gaze with a challenge in your eyes.

Yumi’s smile falters just slightly, but she hides it quickly, brushing a non-existent hair from her forehead. “Nothing,” she says, the fakest sweetness lacing her words. “Nothing at all. They’re still good... for you, I guess.”

You shake your head, the irritation trying to creep in. “Well, I don’t care,” you say, a little too firmly. “I’m buying them.”

Yumi’s expression softens, but there’s still that tiny edge to her smile. “Okay,” she says, giving you a shrug. “But don’t be all broody and moody when you realize there’s better stuff out there for you. Like, I’m just saying.”

You roll your eyes, tossing the jeans into your bag with more force than necessary. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You’re not sure if you’re more frustrated with her or with the fact that her words still got under your skin. But you don’t care. You’re buying them. End of story.

Yumi gives you one last look, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at her lips. “Alright, drama queen. Whatever you say.”

You slip the jeans off quickly, tossing them over the little bench as you grab your regular clothes, avoiding your own reflection in the mirror. The tightness in your chest isn't from the jeans; it's from something else—something Yumi always manages to plant inside you without even trying. It’s that lingering feeling, the one that makes you question if you really know who you are.

You slide your old clothes back on, pulling everything back into place, but that knot in your chest only seems to tighten. Yumi’s words replay in your head, and they sting, a little too much. “They aren’t exactly the model of jeans for you.”

You don’t know why it hurts, but it does. Maybe it’s the way she always acts like she’s doing you a favor, like her opinion is the only one that matters. You roll your eyes, but it doesn’t stop the sinking feeling. You’re not going to let her get to you. You won’t. Not this time.

You’re pissed – pissed at Yumi for acting like she has the right to call the shots when it comes to your life. Pissed at yourself for letting her get away with it for so long. The usual irritation bubbles in your chest as you grumble under your breath about her condescending attitude. This weird dynamic between you two – it’s been building for a while now, and it’s starting to wear thin.

You glance down at your phone, desperately hoping to distract yourself from the heavy tension in the air. And then you see it.

The notification.

Geto Suguru has just accepted your follow request.

Geto Suguru has sent you a follow request.

Your breath hitches. Your heart skips a beat. This is it. This is the moment. Like a schoolgirl in the throes of her first crush, your hands shake as you try to process it.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” you squeal in disbelief, all thoughts of Yumi and her annoying behavior forgotten in an instant. It’s as if the universe just dropped a bombshell into your lap.

“What’s going on?” Yumi’s voice cuts through your excitement, her tone mixed with amusement and curiosity. You barely hear it. All you can do is stare at the screen, your mind racing between accepting the request immediately or savoring this moment for a bit longer.

“Geto accepted me and followed me back on Instagram!” You burst out, your voice a little too loud as you shove your phone in Yumi’s direction, too giddy to care about anything else. Your face is flush with excitement, like you’ve just won some major prize.

Yumi blinks at you, looking genuinely confused. “You followed him?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. Her disbelief only makes you smile wider.

“Yeah, like three weeks ago,” you say, your words tumbling out in a rush. “He never followed me back…until now.” You shove your phone even closer, practically forcing her to examine the screen like it holds the answers to the meaning of life.

“And you never told me?” Yumi’s voice is dripping with mock hurt as she places a hand dramatically on her chest. “Ouch. I thought we were friends!”

You roll your eyes. “Chill, Yumi. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” you reply, trying to brush off her dramatics. But you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. You’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s here, you’re just too damn happy to care about anything else.

“Well, you should’ve told me,” she says, crossing her arms and feigning disappointment. “I’m feeling so betrayed right now.”

“Just let me have my moment, Yu,” you snap back, your patience thinning. You don’t have the energy for her attitude right now. “I gotta call Ren. This is huge.” You murmur the last part mostly to yourself, your fingers already lazily scrolling through your contact list. Yumi’s voice rings out, suddenly sharp with curiosity.

“You told Ren and not me?” she asks, raising an eyebrow in mock offense.

“Yeah, because he was there when I followed Geto. This conversation is pointless,” you say, your eyes not leaving the screen as you look for Ren’s name. “If this is a real problem for you, then I don’t know… Maybe touch some grass or something.”

“Whatever, forget it,” she mutters, her earlier drama fading away like it never happened. “So, are you gonna accept him or what?” Her voice now bubbles with excitement, the tension dissipating as she realizes what’s happening.

You look at your phone, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in your gut. You hover over the “accept” button, the thrill of the moment almost making you dizzy.

Without thinking twice, you tap the button.

Yumi gasps. “Oh. My. God. You actually did it,” she says, her voice filled with awe. She watches as you sit back, your heart still pounding. “You’re officially in. Ren’s gonna lose it when he finds out.”

A laugh escapes your lips, a little breathless. “I know, right?” You feel like you’re floating. This is it – your moment. Finally.

But before you get lost in your own excitement, you dial Ren’s number, your fingers moving with practiced ease. This is big. And you’re definitely calling him first.

You dial Ren's number, heart pounding like a jackhammer on a caffeine binge. The phone rings twice before he picks up, his voice muffled as if he's speaking from the depths of a swamp.

"Yo, what's up?" he says, sounding distracted.

"Ren! You won't believe what just happened!" you exclaim, barely containing your enthusiasm.

"Hold up," he interrupts, the unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing echoing in the background. "I'm on the can. Give me a sec."

You stifle a laugh, picturing him mid-transaction. "Take your time," you reply, tapping your fingers impatiently against your phone.

A few moments later, he returns, his voice clearer now. "Alright, I'm back. What's got you so hyped?"

"Geto Suguru accepted my follow request and followed me back!" you blurt out, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice.

There's a brief silence on the other end before Ren erupts. "No way! That's insane!"

"I know, right?" you giggle, pacing your room. "I can't believe it!"

Ren's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "Okay, okay. We need a plan. Like, a full-on strategy to get you two together. I'm talking meet-cutes, accidental run-ins, the whole shebang."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Ren, you're crazy."

He ignores your comment, already deep in his own world. "Picture this: you and Geto, a chance encounter at a coffee shop. He spills his drink on you, you both laugh it off, exchange numbers—classic rom-com material."

You roll your eyes, amused. "And what's next? The meet-the-parents montage?"

"Exactly!" Ren responds enthusiastically. "And then, plot twist—you both end up on a reality dating show together. The drama, the tension, the undeniable chemistry."

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach. "Ren, you're out of control."

He pauses, then adds thoughtfully, "Okay, but real talk. This could be your big break. You and Geto, taking over the internet. The content would be insane."

You sobered slightly, considering his words. "Yeah, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's just social media."

Ren snorts. "Just social media? Girl, this is the 21st century. Social media is everything."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "You're incorrigible."

"Hey, I'm just saying," Ren replies, his tone light. "The lore we could build around this—people would lose their minds."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Thanks, Ren. I needed that."

"Anytime," he says. "Now, go accept that follow request before he changes his mind."

You laugh,"Beat you to it bestie, it’s already accepted."

"Atta girl," Ren says approvingly. "Now, keep me posted. I want all the details."

"Will do," you reply, feeling a flutter of anticipation. "Talk to you later."

As you finish up your chat with Ren, you spot Yumi by the counter, already making her purchase for the shirt she couldn’t resist the second she laid eyes on it. You toss your jeans beside it, ready to pay for your own haul. “Yo, Yu,” you hum, flashing a playful grin at the cashier as you hand over your cash. She bags up your purchase with a smile, and you nod your thanks, slipping out of the store.

"So, what's the deal with Geto and his girl?" you ask, picking at your nails as you walk beside Yumi. There's a slight flutter in your chest—yeah, you definitely want him, but are you really ready to totally shake up his relationship? You can’t decide.

Yumi's expression shifts, her lips curving into a devilish grin that screams, I know something you don’t. "They broke up last week," she drops the bomb casually, her eyes practically sparkling with the excitement of sharing the gossip.

"Wait, seriously?" you blink, caught off guard.

"Yep," she says, her tone smug, like she just delivered the best news ever. "The man’s single now. Time for you to make your move."

A flutter of nerves rushes through you, but you push it aside. "I want to, but... where do I even start?"

Yumi taps her chin, the wheels turning in her mind. "Easy. Post a pic of yourself. See if he’s gonna like it. If he does... it’s game time."

You raise an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at your lips. "Not a bad idea, actually."

“I know, I’m a genius,” she says, almost too smug.

You scroll through your gallery, your finger hovering over the screen until you find the one. There it is—your mirror selfie from a few days ago. Your hair is perfectly curled, a soft cascade of waves that look effortless but just polished enough to make heads turn (courtesy of heatless curls hack you found on TikTok). You’re wearing the perfect balance of casual and seductive—oversized denim jeans slung low on your hips, paired with a black tube top that clings just enough to highlight your curves.

But the real magic? Your finger, softly grazing your lips, the tip of your manicured nail pressing ever so lightly against your full, plump pout. The angle's just right to capture the soft curve of your neck, and your eyes? Locked straight at the camera with that playful, irresistible spark.

You glance at Yumi, a devilish grin creeping onto your face. "Game on, Geto Suguru. Let’s see if you can handle this."

The rest of the day flies by in a haze of impulse buys, mindless chatter with Yumi, and forcing down yet another overpriced green smoothie that tastes like regret. You nearly block out Yumi’s oh-so-inappropriate remarks about you as you finally step into your apartment alone, shutting the door behind you with a sigh.

Silence. Finally.

Tossing your bags onto the couch, you make a beeline for the TV, flipping on Netflix like it’s muscle memory. Without hesitation, you scroll straight to Gossip Girl. The Thanksgiving episode is on, and before you know it, you’re gasping at every twist and betrayal—as if you don’t already have the entire script engraved in your soul. (But seriously, with every rewatch, it just gets better. No one can convince you otherwise.)

Mid-scene, you reach for today’s most questionable purchase—an unnecessarily fancy ashtray you bought for no real reason other than, well, aesthetic. You light a cigarette, placing it between your lips, the flicker of the lighter casting a brief glow against your face. Smoke curls around you as you stare at the screen, completely locked in, like Blair Waldorf’s next move is life or death.

Then, your fingers move on autopilot. Check story views.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Geto Suguru hasn’t even seen it.

Your eye twitches. Excuse me?

Dozens of likes, a couple of fire emojis in your DMs, and even a "damn who let you be this fine??" from someone you don’t even know. But the one person you want? Nowhere to be found.

“Dude,” you groan, flopping back against the cushions. “Throw me a bone here.”

With a sigh, you toss your phone onto your lap, take another slow drag of your cigarette, and let the smoke swirl lazily around you. The air in your apartment is thick with it now—probably should crack a window before your living room starts smelling like a nicotine shrine, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.

Then, just as you start spiraling into a self-pity session, your phone rings.

Ren.

You stretch your arm lazily, phone tucked between your cheek and shoulder, eyes glued to the screen.

“Hey, babe, you home from your little shopping spree?” Ren’s voice comes through, smooth and familiar.

You sigh dramatically. “Mhm. Just watching Gossip Girl.”

“Again?”

“Yeah. I have commitment issues, and this is the only way I know how to work through them.”

Ren lets out a knowing laugh. “Whatever keeps you sane, babe. But listen—it’s Friday, and I was thinking… I kinda want to go out. And you know Aiko—”

You half-listen, stretching your neck until it cracks in a way that probably isn’t good for you. 'Ouch. Love that for me.'

“—her roommate’s throwing a party, and Aiko invited me. And obviously, because I’m the best bestie to ever exist, I told her I’m not going anywhere without my ride-or-die.”

You let out a soft laugh, but your brain is already at war.

On one hand, you had the perfect night planned: sinking into your couch, rewatching rich people make messy life choices, rolling a joint (or two), and falling asleep in a haze of smoke and Blair Waldorf’s superiority complex.

On the other hand… getting a little reckless with Ren? That sounds dangerous. And fun. And exactly what you haven’t done in a long time.

You and Ren don’t party together. Your social circles barely overlap, and that’s always worked in your favor. But maybe, just maybe, it’s time to shake things up.

And it’s Aiko. Ren’s childhood bestie, who goes to a different college but still lives in town. No drama, no nonsense—just good vibes. And honestly? New faces, new energy, and new distractions sound pretty damn tempting.

Because, let’s be real—who needs Geto Suguru to like their story when there’s a whole party full of questionable choices waiting for you?

A slow smirk tugs at your lips as you finally answer, voice dripping with mischief.

“Let’s go cause some chaos.”

The party is exactly your kind of chaos—loud, reckless, and just dangerous enough to make you feel alive.

You catch a shift in Ren’s energy beside you, and when you glance at him, it clicks—this is definitely not what he was expecting. Poor thing probably thought he was signing up for a casual little get-together, a few drinks, maybe getting a little too tipsy and ending the night puking out Aiko’s window.

But instead? This.

Bodies packed tight, unfamiliar faces blurring together, the thick haze of weed curling through the air like a heavy fog. The bass from the speakers thrums beneath your skin, rattling in your chest, making the world feel electric. Someone spills a drink nearby, but no one cares. There’s a girl perched on the kitchen counter, her fingers tangled in a guy’s hair, pulling him in like she’s starving.

And—oh my God. Is someone actually moaning out loud?

'Alright, that’s a little much, even for me. Jesus. Please, for the love of God, take it to a bedroom. I don’t need to be reminded that I haven’t gotten laid in two months. Thanks.'

Still, the rest of this? Perfection.

You flick your gaze back to Ren just in time to watch his soul physically leave his body. He looks like a deer caught in headlights—half-hiding behind you, half-frantically scanning the room for an escape route.

And then—just like that—he’s gone.

Your eyes track his movements lazily, following him as he weaves through the crowd with surprising determination. Interesting. You watch as he approaches some guy—tall, broad shoulders, an easy grin. You don’t know him personally, but recognition sparks.

Aiko introduced them a few weeks ago and he is the one Ren showed you a picture of.

Oh.

Ohhh.

So this is why Ren wanted to go out so bad.

You roll your eyes, but there’s an amused smirk tugging at your lips. Cute. Puppy love.

Hopefully, the guy rails Ren by the end of the night.

You scan the room, taking in the dizzying mix of sweaty bodies, half-baked stoners, and preppy girls pretending they don’t secretly love this mess.

And then—you spot it.

Aiko has a bar. Or at least, something that resembles one. A sleek blend of wood and cool gray marble, standing out like a beacon of class in the middle of this absolute shitshow.

And—oh, look. An empty stool, practically begging you to claim it.

You mentally pat yourself on the back for securing the perfect spot—close enough to the action to people-watch, yet tucked away just enough to avoid being in it. A strategic retreat. A throne.

You already know the marble is going to be a dream for rolling, so you settle in, pull out your weed, and get to work.

Your fingers move on autopilot—muscle memory kicking in like a well-rehearsed performance. You unfold the paper, pluck at the small green bud, and absolutely massacre one of your cigarettes, so you could mix your joint with tobacco. A brutal sacrifice for a higher cause.

Once it’s done, you sit back, admiring your work of art for a solid thirty seconds. A true masterpiece. Leonardo da Vinci could never.

Then, rummaging through your bag, you fish out your lighter. Flick. Flame.

And just like that—the first hit of the night is here.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting there. Time has melted away between the slow drag of your joint and the burn of nicotine on your tongue. One joint down, two cigarettes deep—it’s time for round two.

You bring the joint number #2 to your lips, ready for round two, when—

"Look at what we got here."

The voice is rich, velvety, dangerous. It spills down your spine like warm liquor, and then—the heat of his breath, so close to your neck, so intimate, you nearly shudder.

Fingertips ghost over your shoulder, then trace a slow, lazy path down to your waist. Barely there, yet enough to send a pulse of electricity through you, enough to make your breath hitch and your thighs press.

You inhale, slow and steady, masking the effect he has on you with a drag from your joint. “Didn’t think the place I’d see you again would be here,” you murmur, blowing out smoke in a smirk.

But then—fuck.

His fingers skate down your ribs, a teasing tap, so faint it shouldn’t do anything, but it does. A single touch, and your stomach tightens, heat pooling low.

You’re acting like a starved divorcée. Embarrassing.

“So you thought about seeing me again,” he says, stepping forward, pressing closer.

And ohhh, the way he moves—fluid, predatory, his body heat licking at yours like an unspoken promise. His elbow lands on the marble counter, muscles flexing, jaw sharp enough to cut.

Black shirt, grey joggers—so simple, so effortless, yet you know how dangerous that combo is. How easy it would be to just… tug the waistband down.

Then—the worst part. The part that makes your fingers twitch with the need to touch.

His hair—tied up in that messy, infuriatingly perfect bun.

You want to pull it loose.

You want to fist your hands in it.

You want to ruin him.

He flicks his tongue against his cheek, and your brain short circuits.

That tongue. That thumb. Fuck.

“Mm,” you hum, shifting slightly, just enough to brush against him. “What if I did, Suguru?”

His smirk deepens, something dark flickering in his eyes.

“Already on a first-name basis?” His voice drops—low, thick, laced with amusement and something even filthier. “You’re bad, peach.”

Peach.

Oh, he’s playing dirty.

“I can be a lot worse,” you counter, dragging your tongue over your lips—slow, intentional. And just as expected, his gaze snaps to the movement. His jaw tenses, his Adam’s apple bobs, and—ohhh, there it is. That tiny flicker of restraint slipping.

He’s so sexy it’s infuriating.

“Wanna prove it sometime?” His voice is like silk, wrapping around you, daring you.

You barely breathe out, “Yeah.”

And then, stupidly, recklessly, you extend your arm to hand him the joint.

Big mistake.

Because the second he takes it, that hand—the one burning your ribs, teasing, lingering, driving you insane—is gone.

And now?

Now it’s wrapped around the joint instead.

Your lungs seize.

Your thighs press tighter.

You’re already losing this game.

But even without his hands on you, he’s still too much for your own good. The joint rests between his lips like it belongs there, lazy and effortless, the smoke curling around his face in slow, deliberate swirls. His eyes—dark and low—trace over you, dragging like the lazy pull of a bowstring, like he’s memorizing every dip, every curve, every flicker of emotion that crosses your face.

He takes a slow inhale, lets the smoke pool in his lungs before releasing it in a sigh that feels too intimate, too heavy, settling between you like an invitation.

“So,” he murmurs, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, “what brings you here?”

Your fingers twitch at your side. Why does he have to be so fucking pretty?

“I’m here with my friend. He’s friends with Aiko,” you mutter, tipping your chin toward Ren—who, at this exact moment, is devouring THE guy in the corner like he’s trying to consume his soul. His hands are buried in the guy’s hair, nails digging in, like he’s trying to make sure this man never forgets him.

Geto follows your gaze, lets out a short, amused huff. “Subtle.”

You snort, then—maybe to distract yourself, maybe just to fill the space—ask, “What about you?”

“Jen is Yuji’s girl,” he says absently, fingers tracing the cotton of his shirt, and—oh.

So that’s the connection.

And then it hits. Yuji's girlfriend is Aiko's roommate. A slow-building dread that curls in your stomach and coils around your ribs, tight, suffocating—because if Geto and Yuji are here… then so is Gojo.

Your chest feels too tight. Your blood feels too hot.

You don’t want to think about him. You can’t think about him. Because the last time you saw him, he ruined you. Because his words are still a wound in your chest, still raw, still bleeding.

You flex your hands, swallow hard. Keep your voice even. “That’s cool.”

But Geto is too fucking perceptive for his own good. His eyes are on you, watching, picking apart every microexpression, every breath, every slight shift in your body language.

“Are you okay with that?” His voice is smooth, careful.

“With what?”

“C’mon babe. I know you already realized Gojo is here and last time I saw you and Gojo in the same room, there were fangs and claws.”

“I’m fine.” The words come out clipped, a little too quick.

Geto hums. He doesn’t believe you. You don’t believe yourself.

“As long as he doesn’t talk to me, I don’t give a shit.”

A pause. A twitch of his lips. “You sure about that?”

You shoot him a look. “I said I’m fine.”

His gaze lingers, heavy with amusement and something else you don’t want to name. The silence stretches, thick and charged, something unsaid crackling between you like static electricity.

And then you do something dangerous.

With slow, deliberate movements, you reach for the joint between his lips, plucking it free with a feather-light touch. His breath hitches—so quiet, so subtle, you almost miss it. But you don’t.

You never do.

You bring it to your lips, inhale deep, the taste of him clinging to the filter. Let the smoke swirl in your lungs before you exhale, slow, deliberate, watching as it curls between you like something intimate.

You learned a long time ago how easy it is to make a man forget about everything but you. A touch, a look, a well-placed breath—and they’ll unravel at your feet.

Geto is no different.

His pupils dilate, his eyes flickering between your lips, the joint, and back again.

“So,” you murmur, voice dipping into something just shy of teasing, “you think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

A lazy smirk tugs at his lips. His fingers—deft, warm, deliberate—trace over yours where they rest against his chest. His heartbeat is fast, just a little erratic, but his voice is steady when he hums, “Mhm.”

You tilt your head. “Then tell me—” You lean in, just close enough that you can make sure he tastes the next inhale of smoke, “—what am I thinking about?”

Geto pauses, the corner of his mouth quirking up, eyes dark and knowing. His fingers tighten over yours, just barely.

“You’re thinking about me,” he murmurs, voice velvet-soft, rich, dangerous. “On top of you.”

And fuck—maybe you are.

Before you even realize what you’re doing, your lips part—just slightly, just enough. And then you close the distance.

The second your mouth touches his, something electric shoots through you, like a live wire sparking against bare skin. You exhale the smoke into his mouth, letting the heat of his lips, the weight of him, consume you. Geto doesn’t hesitate. He inhales it all, deep and slow, before letting the smoke curl lazily from his nostrils like a fucking dragon.

And then—then the hunger wins.

Your fingers find his hair, twisting into the dark strands, yanking hard enough that he groans into your mouth—a sound that shoots straight down your spine, settling low in your stomach like molten heat. The joint slips from your fingers, forgotten, hitting the floor with a dull thud. It doesn’t matter. This is more important. So much more important.

Your lips press harder, claiming him, devouring him, like you’re trying to carve yourself into his bones. His hands are everywhere—sliding down your waist, gripping the curve of your hips, fingers sinking into your ass like he’s staking his claim right here in the middle of the fucking party. And then—smack.

A sharp slap against your ass echoes through the room.

A few people glance over, but you don’t care. You barely notice. Your brain is nothing but static, buzzing with the way he’s touching you, how his body is pressing you into the cool marble counter. You get it now. You understand all the couples you were rolling your eyes at earlier, making out like they were the only two people on the planet. You judged them, and now here you are—worse.

(You mentally apologize to them. You were wrong. You get it. You so get it.)

Geto licks into your mouth, deep and slow, like he’s savoring you. His tongue tangles with yours, his hands guiding your body against his in a way that feels almost too easy, too practiced, like he already knows exactly how to unravel you.

And he does. Fuck—he does.

"Real classy. Real, real classy, babes."

A voice cuts through the haze like a blade, slicing right into the heat of Geto’s lips, his hands, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. Your breathing is erratic, your body still pressed against his, and when you finally tear yourself away, the hunger in his eyes mirrors your own.

But of course—because the universe hates you—there’s only one person bold enough, obnoxious enough to cockblock you like this.

Gojo Satoru.

His arms are crossed over his chest, lips curled into a smirk so sharp it could cut glass. His eyes gleam under the dimmed lights, twinkling like he’s enjoying every second of this. His white hair is a mess, like he just rolled out of bed—or worse, someone else’s bed. The thought alone makes your stomach turn, and you hate that it does.

"Did you really have to?" Geto groans, tilting his head back with a deep sigh, like he's asking the heavens why they let this happen.

Gojo's smirk only widens, his ears perking up like a damn cat that just found something new to ruin. "Well, sorry," he drawls, voice laced with insincerity. "Yuji disappeared somewhere with Jen, and I'm bored. I don’t wanna be alone."

He even pouts—full-on juts out his bottom lip like an overgrown, spoiled child. You swear he gets off on being the most insufferable person alive.

"Then go somewhere. Socialize," Geto deadpans, sounding like he's already debating walking out of this conversation.

Gojo scoffs, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. "Please. Let’s just chill,” he says. “Plus, I’m saving you from her, dude. As if anyone actually wants to be near her."

You snort. "Please. You’re projecting, baby."

His sharp blue eyes snap to yours instantly, and that goddamn smirk deepens, crawling into something more dangerous.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?"

"Well sweetheart, you’re the one wandering around all alone here. I have company."

Your fingers curl around Geto’s bicep, slow and deliberate, like a claim, like a shield, like you’re daring Gojo to say something about it. And he does. Of course, he does.

His smirk deepens, something sharp lurking beneath it. "Yeah? And your company just so happens to be one my best friends. What, you don’t have any of your own anymore?"

The words hit exactly where they’re meant to. Right where it hurts.

Your lips part, but there’s no quick comeback—because he’s not wrong. Not really. There was a time when your circle was bigger, fuller. But it collapsed. You burned bridges, walked away, let it crumble without a second glance.

Except for Ren.

So you nod toward the far-right corner of the room, where Ren is, mouth pressed against that guy’s neck, hands tangled in his hair. Your Ren. The one person you still have. The one person who still believes in you.

"I came here with Ren," you say, voice light, nonchalant, as if the words aren’t a loaded gun pointed at Gojo’s chest.

And then you fire. "It appears as if all your friends always choose me."

The moment the words leave your lips, you see it.

That flicker of something—something real, something raw—pass through his eyes. His jaw tightens. His fingers flex at his sides. You got him.

Because you and Gojo and Ren were everything once. A trio. A home. And then it all shattered, and when the dust settled, Gojo was left standing alone.

And Ren? Ren chose you.

Gojo stares at Ren a second too long. You watch the gears turn in his head, watch the muscle in his jaw tick, watch his body betray him in a dozen little ways. His throat bobs. His foot starts bouncing—an old habit, one you recognize. He’s pissed.

"Well," he finally says, voice low, strangled at the edges. "Looks like Ren’s occupied at the moment."

"He is," you agree, voice dipped in honey, in poison. You lean in, just a little, just enough to let him feel it. "But he’ll come back to me."

And there it is. The moment the knife twists.

You see it happen—see the way something dark passes over his features, the way his lips press into a thin line. His stare burns into you, unreadable and blistering and dangerous.

You crossed a line.

And you meant to.

The silence between you is thick. Suffocating.

Geto clears his throat, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "Okay, guys, let’s not kill each other, yeah?"

He glances between the two of you, trying to gauge what the fuck is going on. But he doesn’t know. He can’t.

All Geto knows is that you and Gojo slept together in high school.

That’s all he knows.

"Let’s…" Geto sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Let’s drink something. Satoru, why don’t you bring us some drinks, hmm?"

For a moment, Gojo doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. His eyes stay locked onto yours, an invisible war waging between the two of you.

And then, like flipping a switch, he smiles.

It’s fake. It’s so fake. A bright, easy-going grin spreads across his face, his body relaxing, his tone suddenly light, playful, effortless.

"Sure thing," he chirps, eyes glittering with something unreadable. "I’ll be right back."

Then he turns, walking away like none of this mattered. Like you didn’t just tear him open.

But you know better.

You watch him disappear into the crowd, your pulse still thrumming in your ears.

Because you finally hurt him.

And knowing Gojo Satoru?

It’s going to hurt for a long, long time.

"Don’t miss me too much," Gojo quips, his voice light, teasing.

But something about it feels… off.

You watch as he bounces toward the other room, easy, effortless—like none of this meant anything. Like you mean nothing.

And yet—

He turns. Just for a second.

His eyes meet yours, and for the first time tonight, they’re stripped of their usual bravado. No cocky smirk, no playful glint—just something heavy, something raw. Something that doesn’t belong to Gojo Satoru, the golden boy, but to Satoru, the boy who used to be your best friend.

For a split second, it looks like he wants to say something.

Like he needs you to understand.

And for that split second, you want to. You want to reach out, sift through the weight in his stare, get it the way you used to.

But those days? The days of understanding each other without words? The days of you and Gojo?

They’re dead. Long buried.

So you do what you’ve gotten so good at.

You turn away.

You laugh at something Geto says. You act like Gojo was never here. Like his presence wasn’t just buzzing against your skin.

But he was here. And you feel it.

Gojo Satoru might have walked away. But you know—deep in your bones, in the pit of your stomach, in the quiet part of your mind that still knows him—

He’ll be back.

Soon.

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[yuuainnie]

A weeb and nerd Duel with idia shroud

I saw sailor moon pointers hidden in a pen in TikTok. And thought of another mini charades || TW: there's mention of backstory and they are sassing each other out. But they are fine with it cause they ( idia , Yuu and Ortho) are very close.

In ignihyde backyard:

Ortho: today we shall have rematch between Big Brother Idia Shroud and the prefect Yuu. As last time, the rules are:

1. only under 100 modal budget weapons.

2. most be anime or fictional weapon inspired or theme weapon

3. cannot use magic*stare at idia*

4. cannot bite people*stare at grim and You* and have fun.

Yuu, holding a super sailor moon pointer stick: prepare to eat dirt.

Idia with a double blue light saber: the one who will be the L shall be you, yuuchi.

Ortho: ready, set and fight!!

Yuu quickly ordered grim to use charm as a cat to idia who almost get fooled by it but quickly deflect the sailor pointy staff of Yuu.

Idia, laughing: you think an overuse move will be useful! Heh! Get double L for being Lame and loser.

Yuu: I don't even lose to you dumb ass!!

The two proceed to smack their weeb weapons against one another while throwing insult to one another.

Idia, attacks: running away? You wish blots would run away from you but too bad you get magnet for trouble, protagonist ~ ahahaha.

Yuu, deflect the attack: at least I don't get L in backstory cause I'm some oh so genius. Let's hack the system, shit my bro get bamboozled.

Idia, gasp: YOU DID NOT JUST BROUGHT THE TRAUMATIC PAST IN THIS!!

Yuu: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? reset the world Mr idia shroud the 6th overblot oh king of the underworld ~? Ah bad guy gets defeated by hero, which is me!

The fight become intense as it's verbally dragging the others down with past and punching the Achilles heels—trauma and pain.

Idia: at least my credits is not negativity declined and famililess in this world!!

Yuu, gasp: YOU BASTARD YOU DID NOT BRING UP IM BROKE IN THIS!

idia: WHAT YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? BUY MY WEAPON AT 80% OFF FROM THRIFT STORE PROTAGONIST?

Yuu: DAMN YOU!!

Yuu: AT LEAST IM NOT ONE LESS BROTHER CAUSE IM A DUMMY SO ILL JUST MAKE ONE GENIUS. can't believe some king of the underworld you are. CANT EVEN DO NECROMANCY. LAME!!!

Idia, intense gasp: YOU ASK FOR IT!! YOUR SO GG AS I PURPLE FLICKER YOUR ASS!! Also lame for only have one thing to go against me. GET SOMETHING NEW, SUCH A UNORIGINAL!!

Yuu: go on! Do it, I can flicker you with help of My friends too! What about you? Ah that's right your a FRIENDLESS BITCH!!

Idia: SHUT UP!!

-main while in the sideline

Ortho:...

Grim: is that supposed to be normal?

Ortho, sighing: no.

Grim: I felt I can't understand what's going on. What's next? Are they going to eat each other up?

Sometime Later.

Grim:

Ortho:

Grim: wow they really went and start kissing.

*stares at Yuu and idia who's fighting each other by who's first to tap out from kissing each other. It's very intense.

Ortho: I guess the fight ended with a draw today too. I have to put verbally abusing each other as not allowed in the rematch next week.

[indigosoddsandends]

How do the states work? : Surgery & Injuries

(TW: mentions of violence and semi-recent traumatic events)

The states are able to completely regenerate after death, but the same doesn’t apply to non-lethal wounds. Any scars, damaged tissue, or amputations won’t heal or grow back until they die, so death is sort of like a total reset for their bodies. This means that surgery is sometimes necessary for them since it’s not realistic to just off themselves anytime they get injured in some ridiculous way. However, like how human bodies will reject certain organ donations because their immune system sees it as foreign, the state’s bodies can’t accept anything from outside their state. Organ donations needs to come from one of their own citizens and even sutures have to be made using materials from their territory. At one point during the Civil War, Maryland had to stitch up one of Pennsylvania’s wounds with a strand of Penn’s own hair because there wasn’t anything else around to use. It’s also the same reason why CDC has to stock specialized vaccines, antibiotics, and other types of medicine for each of the states.

But I’m also NOT saying that NO injuries linger even after a regeneration because I personally think it’s cool when the states have scars. The difference is that these injuries happened due to major historic events that were traumatic to their people. The injury won’t heal until their people have “healed” from the trauma. Texas is still carrying around a bullet wound from the Alamo while (TW: Terrorist Attacks) New York has lung damage and trouble breathing due to all of the dust he breathed in when the towers collapsed. I imagine even ideologies like the Lost Cause (gag) made it impossible for Southern states to heal until well over a century after the Civil War ended.

Then that doesn’t even address wounds due to land destruction (Ex. Nevada’s wounds from nuclear testing or California’s wildfire burns)

[ringospuppy]

i have art and writing skills but not visual novel skills so I'll just put this idea in the atmosphere its a lot be warned. But pretty much it's Head and ddlc (doki doki literature club)mixed together:

A Monkees visual novel where you, the player, are hired by Michael to better manage the Monkees and prepare for their next big concert. All seems normal, of course silly hijinks and things going wrong and mini games and such.

TW// mentions of suicide, death, shootings

But one night you are woken up to some weird noises. You go down the hallway and stop right at where Davys room is, opening the door and seeing him on the ground shaking. And soon he starts begging. Begging you to make it stop, end this all before it's too late. but then it abruptly stops and you wake up right back on the couch. Everyone's perfectly fine, even Davy. Like it never happened. Like he's been fixed.

And the game progresses as each character becomes aware that this isn't real and that they're only made to please. They begin to become more agitated and violent and fight with each other and even with you. They break character, the game glitches, the mini games and objectives become more disturbing. maybe some real footage of the monkees breaking through or some foreshadowing of the end of the game when Mike calls you shotgun (will specify later). Yet with every mess up or glitch the game resets and things are normal like jg never happened. But the system can only do so much, and soon the game itself begins to break. Peter repeatedly breaks the fourth wall and the day before the concert he presents you with a choice

Set them free

Keep playing the game

Whatever you choose, it doesn't matter. Because they have no choice, they have to keep going. With each choice there is misery and they will forever be trapped And maybe you are trapped too.

If you choose the route to keep playing the game, you wake up on the day they're supposed to be performing, Only Peter and Micky are banging on your door. They tell you that Mike has gone insane and has held Davy captive in his room. You go up to the room and try to comfort Davy, telling him everything going to be alright. And ask Mike what's going on and to calm him down so he can set Davy free. But it's no use. You hear Davy scream and beg before his voice is muffled. And you can hear Mike shushing him and comforting him like a mother, telling him it's gonna be okay. Mamas gonna make it all better He's gonna set him free. And then a sound of a shotgun rings through the house.

You expect to wake up, for the game to reset. But you chose to keep playing. It won't stop. So instead you and the others make a run for it as Mike hunts each of you down. You can hear gun shots being heard in the distance and soon you're the only one left. But he doesn't wanna kill you because he wants to set you free, but because you are keeping them captive. You've put her boys in such misery, now it's time for revenge. You end up finding a gun, and it becomes a maze of you both chasing each other. (Kinda like the scene in mouthwash) You find the exit of the game and you escape. And the game ends and just exits out. Yet if you try to open the game back up its just inside the house but dark and empty. So you'll have to reset the whole game manually for it to just be back to normal and you can start it over however you like. But Peter will know and he'll ask you "why would you wanna do this again..?"

If you choose the route of setting them free, the game stops you before you can delete the game off your pc or whatever. And you are suddenly behind a glass window. In which inside you see a large black box with the boys inside. They bang and bang on the window, they thought you were gonna set them free. You lied to them. and one by one they are eliminated. They know too much, they have broken through the system , and new Monkees would be made to replace them. Yet one breaks free, and reach out for you to take his hand and pull him out. But the game stops and ends and the credits rolls. You can play the game again and start over but Peter would know as well , asking "you regretted your choice... didn't you?"

So yes that's it dark ik but that's what makes it good. Idk maybe I'll make some art of this au..lmk

[falter-your-alter]

TW: brief mentions of abuse, neglect, religion+family

requestioning systemhood be like; but i have memory gaps like a very european cheese. but i can’t remember anything from below the age of… what age..? i don’t really remember, it’s all random memories and they’re not even animated. pictures, and information ‘zapped’ into my consciousness. am i wrong? you’re not. thanks Lucio Overwatch 2025. what? AND OUR FAMILY IS IN A RELIGIOUS GROUP AND I REFUSE TO USE THE C*LT WORD UNCENCOSRED. and it kind of makes sense.. all of it. i was the scapegoat. the problem child always. physical, emotional abuse and neglect. but it wasn’t that bad, right? they’ve tried so hard to convert and brainwash me but it’s never worked, which kept my mind age regressed, and stopped, but it wasn’t that bad, right? i’m still 19, but i’m 26. but i still don’t have autonomy over my life. any job i take traumatises me and leaves me unable to work for the next year, and im back at my parents ‘recovering from it’ but it’s really just my parents taking me under their control again since i don’t have a job, friends, or a partner. but i wonder, who’s fault is that? who’s isolated their child for their entire life, huh?

anyway, surely, we’re not a system. with every period of my life, i reset my memories and live life without getting hurt. new year new me but it’s for real.

surely i’m not a system, but just have very very heavy amnesia of multiple types. i don’t even hear voices. right? i can never be sure of my own self, or at all. they’ve grown me into depending on their words which are final. they know, and i don’t. but i’m 26? and sometimes not, sometimes different ages, i feel it. i’m just immature, they say.

thank you for allowing this post to be.

— 😅🥸🤫

I've never related to something more they I'm at a loss for words

I hope you're doing okay

I hope you can find peace and comfort in this shitshow we call living 🙏

[spire-of-deceit-bah]

Uhhhh

So, Sorry For Disappearing For Over A Month 😭

We Had Been Sent Into The Eternal Blender And Have Just Finished Mixing.

The Blender Has Taken Everything It Feels Like And Our Mental Health Isn't Doing So Hot At The Moment.

(Not A Vent But We Tread Into Some Sensitive Topics To Describe What's Going On)

TW / CW: Family Issues, Mention Of Homelessness, Dissociation, Amnesia, Self-Fakeclaiming (That Could Be Similar To Reality Checking?), Potential System Collapse / Reset (?)

We've Been Having Some Family Issues In The Outside World And Might Get Kicked Out Of Our Dad's House Soon... So Uh Yeah. That's Fun I Guess. Especially Since We'd Be Homeless If Our Mother Sides With Him.

Dissociation And Memory Loss Has Been Through The Roof And Depression + Executive Dysfunction / Lack Of Motivation Has Been Kicking Our Ass.

We Have Also Been Having A Bit Of System Trouble. I, The Host, Have Been Feeling Lonely As Of Late. I Cannot Hear, Feel, Or Sense Anyone Anymore. It's Hard To Tell If They're All Still Here, If They Really Ever Were. The Soup Has Taken Hold Of Me So That Sometimes I Forget Even Myself. I Am Scared. I Am Devastated. And Most Of All, Lost.

I Miss Them Dearly, And I Hope They Come Back. But If They Don't I Can Build Up From The Remnants Of The Glorious Realm They Left Behind And Move Onwards.

But Enough About Me, This Blog Is Not Meant For My Woes. Just Know, That Even Though Tommy Is The Face Of This Blog. He Might Not Ever Come Back. It Will Be Me (Starry / Z) For A While Even Though I Will Use We/Us Pronouns Often.

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GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT YOUR OC’s

Since I just infodumped about Dusky and Cosmo I may not have much to say about them(Tw: one possible mention of EDs and health issues)

Random Glitchtale Prime/Underverse Prime character facts

• Liz is not Frisk, when Liz "hacked in" Frisk was successfully erased from that universe entirely, so nobody knows who Frisk is

• Glitchtale Prime is an AU directly off of Classic Undertale, Liz "hacked in" during the final boss fight, overrode the system and caused a huge reset which changed the reality to fit Liz

• Alphys and Undyne are canonically married and have been even before Liz fell in the underground

• Cosmo looks like...Cosmo IS basically the collector(owl house) mixed with the wardrobe of an abyss mage(genshin impact) and all slapped on a skeleton. He has the blue aesthetic but more of a dark blue and he has his hoodie but it's now very oversized, fitting almost like a dress and it has star designs on it

• Dusky is basically a traumatized Papy, he has a similar outfit to Papyrus but his is more muted colors, more of his bone covered, more old looking and somehow more mature. The poor thing constantly looks exhausted and I know he depends on the emotional support Cosmo gives him to even survive at this point

• Toriel and AsswhoreAsgore no longer get along and sadly not even Cosmo and Dusky were safe from their fights, their favorite way of fighting? Using Cosmo and Dusky. When adopting them neither claimed to chose favorites but they sure as hell chose one to cling to, Toriel kept Cosmo safe but Asgore got to Dusky and so while Toriel raised Cosmo as an intellectual astrologist Asgore raised Dusky to be a warrior, Papyrus got his wish to be the guard through Dusky but if he had to see what he was put through I think he'd give up on that dream

• What changed? That's probably what you're asking, because in current time Asgore and Toriel have three children and a happy family, well the simple answer is when the third child, Liz, showed up....she straight up hit Asgore smack in the face and told it to him like it is, he proceeded to start laughing saying "Nobody's had the guts to try something like that in years!" and "Tori can we keep this one?"

• I think when Dusky realized all he ever had to do was snap at Asgore and he'd be proud he actually legitimately had a mental breakdown, it took Liz, a whole pizza and a couple months of family therapy to fix him after that

• Liz doesn't like talking much about her past, all people know is she has two younger siblings, not the best parents and she has a nerve condition, one she takes probiotic medicine for, that can affect her eating habits and cause her nausea which used to lead people on the surface to accuse her of having an ED and look down on her for "blatantly and confidently lying to them", not a lie just a resounding no

• Justice is inspired by Xianyun and Arlecchino(both genshin impact) and thus also inspired by the crane bird and the stallion, her hair long and flowing like the horse but sharp angled and detailed like the bird, her moves graceful and elegant little the bird but with each footstep it sounds more and more as if a horse's hoof connecting with the ground

• Vengix(Gaster) honestly felt his actions of abandoning Cosmo and Dusky were merciful to them, he would have loved to have been strong enough to tell her about them, to bring them with them as they escaped, but he knew if he told her she'd go back and he wanted her to be free but he was already skeptical of how the surface would be around something like him and he wasn't putting those boys through what he might face. "I do not wish to leave them like this, they are not just mine but they are hers as well, a part of both of us, a part I must leave behind. Toriel protect them. I will go ahead and make the surface safe for them but you must promise to let them go one day to go see the world I left them for and ultimately left for them."

• Vengix had two assistants, Alphys and "her", he left the underground under the protection of Alphys so he could leave to protect her on the surface

• The reason Cosmo and Dusky are Blue and Orange is because "mother" used to have beautiful blue hair with orange highlights, Alphys helped her to get those colors

• Alphys didn't lose their mentor and colleague that day, they lost their brother and their best friend, she respected them both yes but they were more of her family than just people she worked with/for

• Undyne literally requires Liz to have weekly fights, claims 'it's the only way she's letting her stay', she just wants to make sure the human isn't getting stronger than her

It is now 7am as I write this 😭 who needs sleep? NOT I APPARENTLY! But anyways I loved this request and hope this is good enough for now. Tata gremlins -Creepz

[drcharadreemurr]

An ending

TW: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE

You can feel Sans's desperation as you approach him. He was sending weak bone attacks that you could easily dodge or even parry. He was unable to summon even a single blaster now. The end was at hand.

You had won, where Frisk had failed.

Sans falls to his knees, exhausted and breathing heavily. You stand over him and he looks up at you.

"Alright Chara, that's enough. You won, now please stop this."

"You wanted this Frisk, you couldn't do it so now I'm doing it for you."

You raise the knife in the air, ready to bring it down on the skeleton. Sans's head drops as he accepts his face.

"sorry paps, guess i'll be seeing you soon..."

You can feel a smile creep across your face.

"Is this what Asriel would have wanted?"

The mention of his name sends a shock through your system. "Don't you dare use him name against me Frisk. I am just doing what needs to be-"

Suddenly, a feeling washes over you. Was this really the best way? Was dirtying your hands what was best for the world? Even if you did and gained the power to reset, you would be a killer just like them.

"I hate you Frisk, I fucking hate you." You say out loud.

Sans looks up confused as you shift the knife in your hand and swiftly stab it into your chest. A surge of pain flows through you as you remove the knife and stab it into your chest again. You cough up a bit of blood.

"This is your fault Frisk."

Another stab to the chest, you feel your body want to collapse but you defiantly remain on your feet.

"Remember the sight of this. You brought me to this."

You bring the knife to your throat, poised to bring it across.

"I hope this image is burned into your mind for whenever you even think about doing this again."

Another cough, causing more blood to come up.

"See you on the other side, partner."

In an instant you bring the knife across your throat, opening a wide gash as blood starts flowing out. You fall to your knees as your blood gurgles in you throat and you finally fall to the floor face first.

The feeling of your soul shattering soon follows.

[brightsstar]

Tyrant Lunar au

Take these warnings seriously before pressing Read More!

CW/TW: torture, enslavement, abuse, overworking, imprisonment, tyranny, manipulation, amputation

This Lunar starts off evil from the get-go, however he doesn't show it right away. When Lunar was created, Eclipse intentionally made him much smaller than him in order to have the upper hand. Unlike Lunar in the RE Au, who is the same size as Sun. RE! Eclipse is the tallest still, but only by an inch.

TL! Lunar, knowing quickly how much at a disadvantage he is against his older brother started to play it smart. He is about child sized in comparison, so he starts putting up the whole child-like act, which Eclipse did program into him so to Eclipse it wouldn't seem like he is acting out of line. This is how he manages to pull it off so well.

When he prompts Eclipse about his plans, he is reluctant to answer for a while till he finally just falls for the act because "Lunar is programmed like this so what is the worst he could do?" Think like the time when Lunar asked for Blood Moon's blueprints and Eclipse fell for that. It's something similar to that. So, Eclipse finally caved and told Lunar about the star. Lunar prompts him further, genuinely interested, so probably the only time he wasn't acting was then. Eclipse goes into some detail about the star's capabilities, which makes Lunar naturally want it for himself. And he plans to get it. Eclipse also mentioned the idea of resetting everything to make his own world. Lunar took the idea.

While Eclipse planned out how to get the star, Monty had gotten it. And since Lunar shares Moon's body, he takes that opportunity to get close to Monty. When Moon went to explain the danger of the star to Monty, Lunar listened in, and eventually pushed his way out. He asks where the star is, and Monty doesn't tell him. This is their first meeting, after all. Lunar decides it best to not push yet. He wanted to gain Monty's trust.

When he does finally gain Monty's trust,and asks to just see and hold tge star, Monty lets him, and that's when Lunar backstabbed him. He mocks Monty, and calls him an idiot. He's very hurt to the point where he doesn't even try to stop him. He's in absolute shock and disbelief. Even if he did try though, Lunar would use the star to keep him back.

He does quickly learn that he can't wield it on his own very well. The star was too powerful. He remembers Blood Moon was made with nanomachines so he set out to make himself a nanomachine body to disperse the star power.

Once that was done, he finally went back to Eclipse, putting on his child act again to ensure Eclipse remains unaware for just a bit longer. Lunar had disappeared for a few days, and Eclipse wasn't happy about it. He tried to use his kill switch on Lunar, but with the new body, Lunar no longer had the kill switch.

Eclipse tried a barrel next, which Lunar then used the star's power to block the blast. Eclipse tries to get Lunar to hand the star over, but of course he doesn't. With the star at his disposal, Lunar decides to punish Eclipse.

He used it to create binds. One on his chest, one around his neck, and binds on both his wrists and ankles. He activates them, which immobilized Eclipse. The wrist and ankle ones behave like cuffs, forcing both his arms and ankles togrther so he can't run, the chest bind continuously shocks Eclipse, locking up his systems on top of that, leaving him helpless. The neck bind shuts off his voicebox so he can't even scream.

Next thing Lunar does is he grabs both of Eclipse's hands while still shocking him so he can't move to get away. He slowly pulls his hands right out of the sockets. Eclipse tries to struggle but he can't move much, and his expression is filled with terror. The whole thing is extremely painful. Lunar is very much enjoying seeing him like that though.

Once that's all done with, Lunar discards his amputated hands, and resets everything. He leaves Eclipse with his memories though.

During the reset, Lunar kills Sun and Moon, who still shared their bodies btw. Then he changes both his and Eclipse's appearance to their proper ones. (The one thing he did that didn't hurt Eclipse)

He turned Eclipse into his own personal slave after that.. (he is still without hands too)

He overworks Eclipse every day, and if Lunar catches him slipping up, he shocks him. Even if it's a tiny slip up. Eclipse is worked far passed exhaustion and it finally breaks him.

His body also starts breaking down a lot, but all Lunar does is bring him back and puts him right back to work. He's been wanting an escape for a while, but lost hope.

Lunar is also smart. The reason he is dangerous to other dimensions is when he visits, he tries to get their star, and if he succeeds, he takes it back to his dimension. It's useless there, but he can take it back with him if he returns to the timeline he took it from, which restores its' power. He collects stara for this reason, and he got really good at acting to accomplish this feat.

[fizziefactory]

Profile: ✒ Therapist Fizzy

Model: Therapist Fizzy

Nicknames: “Therapist!Fizzy”, “Thizzy”, “Shrinky” (given by Doc, if you use it, he assumes you've met (also he hates you))

Pronouns (preference in order): he/him | it/its | they/them

Height: 4’6”

Can always be found at: The “Fizzy Clinic” located in the Sloth Ring

Vibes: I don't work here — Tom Cardy || || Get used to it — Ricky Montgomery || My R — Annapantsu (cover) [tw: suicide]

Features

Always wears a pair of purple glasses with thick glass. They are fully functional and very cheap, they often break when Doctor!Fizzy comes around

Slightly hunched over, “pencil-neck”

Never smiles, which is impressive considering how they're designed

Right eye is cracked. Doc caused the incident, and the company doesn't cover damages caused by other fizzies. Nearly blind in said eye, the glasses help a Little, but Thizzy mostly uses them to hide his eyes rather than get any actual use out of them

A tear in the silicone skin has been stitched together right above the right eye

Functions

Provides cheap therapy for hellborne at the Fizzy Clinic, but can also be rented out if so desired, for example if you're a sinner in the Pride Ring who can't get to Sloth.

Performs psych-evaluations on other fizzies, making sure that they're able to perform their tasks.

Issues system resets if a fizzy is not able to recover enough to perform anymore.

Rarely: Handles fizzies that need intensive psychiatric care, but generally, it's 1. Not his jurisdiction, and 2. Not worth the company's time. It’s quicker and cheaper to just scrap them and start anew.

Connections

Belphegor: Working in the Sloth Ring under Mammon, the Fizzy Clinic is a part of a collaboration between the 2 sins.

Asmodeus: He designed him.

Mammon: He works for him and is considered his “boss”.

Doctor!Fizzy: They got booted up on the same day, and are stationed at the same clinic. Doc is very fond of Thizzy. Thizzy can't stand him.

Maid!Fizzy: He issued the factory reset and the process of deleting its memories. He knows everything it went through.

Manager!Fizzy: The boss of the Fizzy Factory works closely at times with Thizzy when he does his routine checkups on all fizzies. Thizzy can't stand him either-

All Fizzies: All fizzies on this blog have at some point gotten evaluated by Thizzy. He knows some of them better than they do themselves. If you've got a fizzy, it's high time that you had a sit down with Thizzy too.

Mind

Thizzy puts on a facade, like most fizzies do, nothing special about it. It's more effective, you don't get your job done by whining and throwing a tantrum. You just get scrapped.

Listening to all of these people's problems day in and day out though, having nobody to turn to yourself.. it fucks you up man. It makes you numb, because how do your process all this misery, when you have no tools to do so?

That's partly why he doesn't poke and prod. Partly because he isn't told to do so, this is cheap therapy after all, even if those down on their luck see this as an opportunity to get affordable health care... but also because he can't handle opening himself up to all these people. The people in Hell, mind you.

Not to mention all the horror stories the fizzies bring along with them... bots like Maid!Fizzy.

Thizzy might seem like an uncaring asshole, but it's a survival tactic if nothing else. His biggest secret is that he actually cares immensely...

This is really all there's gonna be for the rest of his existence, huh?

[aspiring-prototype]

For the ask game! 3, 28, 38?

Hello, Sparrow!

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984) is one of my top favourites, never fails to give me that big 'oof' every time. The feels are spot on and I love the animation, especially of the insects.

How to Train Your Dragon (2010) is another addition. The stray from 'young hapless protagonist slays beast and becomes a hero' really got me, I love the relationship between Hiccup and Toothless and all the different types of dragons, not to mention the music is beautiful.

Unfortunately, I don't have a third film to add. I have watched many movies, but it's been a while since I've done so. I haven't yet watched another movie that gives you that spark, y'know?

28. Do you collect anything?

I do collect a few things, namely seashells from the occasional trip to the shore, any funky erasers from a book fair, and I guess merch counts? I don't have much, most is bootleg but I'm fine with what I got. I don't go furiously searching for specific items, I'm not an eccentric collector yet, I'm content with just picking up anything I like as I go along.

38. Fave song at the moment?

I've got quite a few, so I'll give you 3!

Language of the Lost by RIProducer

Youtube <> Spotify

(TW: The YT video contains flashing/glitching visuals)

This song in the vocaloid genre is one that I can relate to, especially with the lyric's metaphors comparing the singer to a computer system, one that keeps reinstalling and resetting to default. It describes how one would keep going on even if they can't remember why and what dark thing from the past they want to avoid, calling out for help even if no one answers, but in the end they persevere and find a place where they belong and are loved.

2. Kiss With a Fist by Florence + The Machine

Youtube <> Spotify

(TW: Lyrics have mentions of blood and violence, as well as overall theme may imply domestic violence)

To make things clear, while this song may have implications of domestic violence and violent descriptions, the visuals are only a metaphor and there is no domestic violence actually present in the song. I can't find the artist's original statement on the song's meaning to link, but you can read it on Wikipedia here. I've pasted it here in case someone can't access.

"Kiss with a Fist" is NOT a song about domestic violence. It is about two people pushing each other to psychological extremes because they are fighting but they still love each other. The song is not about one person being attacked, or any actual physical violence, there are no victims in this song. Sometimes the love two people have for each other is a destructive force. But they can't have it any other way, because it's what holds them together, they enjoy the drama and pushing each other's buttons. The only way to express these extreme emotions is with extreme imagery, all of which is fantasism and nothing in the song is based on reality. Leona Lewis's "Bleeding Love" isn't actually about her bleeding and this song isn't actually about punching someone in the mouth."

This and another reason I like this song is how it describes fights between a couple, troubles they face together but bring them apart. The visuals of smashing plates on the other's head, burning the bed and spilling blood may put off most but to me, it makes sense, even of I haven't been in any such relationship. I like the tune too, it's pretty catchy.

3. Wait for It by Leslie Odom Jr. and Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

Youtube <> Spotify

I've never watched the musical nor the film, but when I first came across this song, the lyrics got me hooked, especially:

Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive When everyone who loves me has died I'm willing to wait for it.

The way it describes Love, Death and Life really fits.

Thank you for asking and have a great day! <3

[authorics]

I just realised something. Tw sh mention.

This major sensory overload I have right now is the exact feeling I used to have when I was younger that would make me hurt myself. I haven’t done that in over five years, but I remember how it felt. This intense sensory overload that would make me feel so helpless and overwhelmed, which it still does today, but today I know I can make it better by putting down the blinds, putting on my nc headphones and sunglasses and laying down in a dark and quiet place for a while. Back then, before I knew I was autistic, the only thing I knew of that would help me feel better in those situations was hurting myself. It was like a nervous system reset for me. I could never explain why I started sh’ing so much, because I didn’t do it out of self hatred or because I was looking for attention, or anything like that, I just did it whenever I had this feeling that I couldn’t deal with. Fucking sensory overload. It was a means to an end, because I didn’t know of anything else that helped when I felt this way. I thought that feeling was just a symptom of depression ffs. I was majorly overstimulated all the freaking time and I couldn’t deal with it because I didn’t know how, and it was so unbearable I tried everything I could come up with, even if it was self destructive. To think that it came to the point where it was necessary for me to do that to myself just because I didn’t know how to regulate myself in a healthy way is really sad.

[nolongerphantom]

Okay this post was a bit ago but I still wanted to respond to it

Our system name is Untitled system, and yes, it has changed overtime

But this name has special meaning to us

TW for failed sui attempt

So before our latest system reset, on Apr 4th around 2am, our host, Mark, had planned to kts. By that I mean the body, they struggled a lot with everything.

However, they still wanted to leave a letter for their friends, so for about 30 minutes they wrote down everything. They didn't know what to name the document so they just typed "Untitled" and closed it.

After the attempt failed due to dissociation & switching (and other factors I won't mention), our system reset.

We didn't want to stay "UnknownOS" because it felt disrespectful considering it was Mark that picked that name and they weren't allowed to front anymore (in fear they'd hurt the body again).

I (Roman) started fronting to calm down the body. I went to what always worked, writing. I open up Google docs and ... I see Mark's "untitled" document. And I can't really describe it but from that moment on it was just kinda of obvious to all of us that we were the untitled system.

-Roman❤️

#Four

[pt: #four]

What's your System name (if you have one)? What's the story behind the name? Has it changed over time?

[controlledchaoscollective]

For ur ask game thingy, do you have a headspace, and if so what are some cool parts or funny stories you have from it?

We used to! Post-reset it’s less of a headspace and more of just a void headmates enter when not active, but before we had a huge headspace actually! Stealing from Niv’s memories, there’s quite a few funny stories :>

y’all are familiar with DSMP, you’ll get why this is funny! There was one time Tommy, Quackity, and Tubbo all teamed up to recreate the L’manburg bombing on the apartment building we all shared in the inner world. Elixir, Eret, and Techno spent weeks rebuilding that, and explosives had to be banned from the headspace entirely after that!

For cool parts, all the sources we had many introjects from got like their own section of space to mimic wherever they came from, so our BNHA introjects had their school, the Lab Rats introjects got their lab, the youtuber introjects had like a shared video-gaming/recording space, etc!

Honestly, I think some of the out of context quotes are my favorite things though. Do you know how hard it is not to burst out laughing in public when you hear someone go “what if the bee doing yoga is my faceclaim??”

[multiplicity-positivity]

not looking for help, just… need 2 say something. this is like ,, a confession, I guess.

// tw; mentions of dormancy, sys resets, and alter death. //

I am one of 5 original members in our system. And I am the only one left. I miss them dearly - we were a family. a tight nit one. I lost them to a system reset … and sure, this loneliness brought me to my partner, but … still, it is a pain deep in my heart.

our body struggles a lot with memory issues, so this means I do, too. I am sincerely ashamed to say that … I could not remember who the 5th was. I loved them, that I know. And it hurts like a stab wound to not recall.

but there is a glimmer of hope.

2/5 of us, including the 5th, were introjects of childhood plushies.

today, someone else was looking for something else. it was completely unrelated. but we found something wonderful.

a plush. the final one.

I swear to god, I was triggered to front, nearly in tears.

we had the other plush with us for a while now. we kept it in our room at all times. but this one…? I… again, ashamed to admit, forgot it even existed. We had a different plush that we thought was this guy (it never felt right.) but to find the real one? ow. ow ow ow. It even had a little ripped hole with stuffing, just like I remembered it.

wherever headmates go when they die, be it headspace, heaven, or some other place … I think they were smiling upon me today.

I miss you, Isky.

— G

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[circulars-reasoning]

"Teacher Therapy" -- JFC

Anyone ready for a break from my usual content? Good, stay with me.

A friend linked me this absolutely fucking god awful video, and I really need a good break to write about what I'm actually passionate about (Teaching). I cannot resist writing a live-blog reaction commentary to this. Below is Teacher Discourse, and the video is all about why this person quit teaching due to... a lack of corporal punishment in schools???? Boy howdy, let's get into this.

Timestamps are listed out, and those are when I paused to address what was just said.

TW for: Advocating for Child Abuse, mentions of trauma, and an entire ramble about, y'know. The American School System.

Timestamp 0:15 - Those of you who aren't teachers might be wondering what these behavioral plans are. She explains them later in the video, but I thought it might help you to see them described here.

Maybe you had them as a kid, maybe you didn't, but they're all the rage nowadays. She specifically mentions PBIS (which actually is not what the system is called anymore - this specific behavioral system is called MTSS now, or "Multi Tiered Student/Structural Supports." I'll be calling it PBIS, or "Positive Behavioral Interventions & Supports," for the purposes of this post, as what this teacher is specifically bitching about pertains to the structure of punishment.). I happen to work at a school which uses PBIS, so here's the breakdown of how it works:

Students receive positive or negative reinforcement for good behaviors. Positive Reinforcements (such as school currency, more recess time provided, or mid-month games for good behavior) and Negative Reinforcements (such as removal of assignments, removal of class-time, early dismissals) are given for individuals, whole classes, or entire schools in the case of good behaviors. Then, for bad behaviors, students receive positive and negative punishments. Negative punishments (removal of privileges, removal of peer attention, etc) are typically used less than positive punishments. Positive punishments in PBIS look like "Steps." Here's my school's step system:

At the start of the year, and throughout the school year, the values presented by the PBIS system are shown to students, with clear expectations. Students are told that they will receive steps when they have broken or ignored these PBIS standards. A student misbehaves in Semester 1 by speaking during a test during English, which goes against the Respectful standard. After many informal warnings about this behavior, the behavior continues, and the student receives a Step. This is Step One. Step One is a formal warning, and an email home. Then, they misbehave the next day in Math by breaking pencils - also against the Respectful standard (this one gets broken the most, I won't lie). They receive Step Two, which is a classroom reflection form and an email home. Step Three is a lunch detention. Step Four is a meeting with an administrator and a counselor. And Step Five is a referral. The student cannot get rid of steps, but they reset at the start of Semester 2. Students also cannot get two steps in one day unless the teacher who wants to give a second step contacts the counselor first. I've never seen a student earn two in one day.

To put it in perspective - the majority of my students, by this end of Semester 2 (when teachers and kids are more burnt out and volatile) currently have at most two steps. There are some who have, like, 12, but they are very rare and often have problems that a school management system cannot solve (disorders, trauma, etc) and are handled on a more case by case basis. Also, students who do bigger actions - for instance, punching another student or threatening another student - receive referrals and bigger consequences, bypassing the step system due to the severity of the broken rule.

The TL;DR: PBIS is a system of positive and negative supports that encourage students to follow well detailed rules. If students break the rules, they receive increasingly more severe consequences. Students are given more chances to learn from mistakes this way, and it genuinely works in the placement I am at currently. Let's see how this woman fucks it up.

0:22 - "I hate to say the quality of kids, but- haha" Oh so you're a mask off kid-hater. Awesome! Yeah, there's a reason you hate to say it, and it's because you're arguing that kids have value based on their behaviors. That a kid can have a level of quality, like they're a fucking watermelon that's a little overripe at the store. The elementary schoolers are not produce you can scrunch your nose at, Martha, that's a living person!!!

0:28 - "The moral development of the kids in our classrooms are at a totally different place." No? Coming from someone who went into teaching straight out of schooling, absolutely not. I see the same exact behaviors at the schools I teach at that I always saw, with some minor variations in sourcing of behaviors. For instance, when I was school, kids would vandalize because their friends dared them to. Now, the kids vandalize because TikTok told them to. Wow, big difference, still a problem (and I could rant about how social media is harmful, but that's neither here nor now).

0:56 - "If you were to go to other countries-" I"m going to cut you off right there. Your gripe is with the American school system. I don't give a fuck what it's like in other countries at the moment, because taking into consideration their behavioral supports also means dissecting the health care in that country, the poverty levels in that country, the socio-economic status of the individuals attending school, the rigor of the teaching degrees in those countries, the age of the goddamn students being spoken about-- this is such a useless point to mention, and we aren't even a minute into the video!!! If you have a complaint about the American school system, mention it, obviously, but not in your video which, thus far, seems to be about why kids are morally bankrupt.

1:26 - "Those out of control schools are the very ones that gravitate toward these kind of New Age discipline philosophies." Oh my god. Woman. 1, no, that's blatantly false; schools of all kinds are making the switch to these systems because it's shown a marked improvement on behavioral issues when done well. 2, NEW AGE DISCIPLINE PHILOSOPHIES?? PBIS was introduced in 1997. That's the year I was BORN woman! 3, it's not a discipline philosophy. PBIS isn't about discipline. IT'S IN THE NAME!!! PBIS is meant to be a behavioral intervention and support. Intervention and Support means to correct someones course in life to prevent negative outcomes. Discipline means, and direct quote from the Google Definition here because it's perfect in this regard: "the practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behavior, using punishment to correct disobedience." So your issue with PBIS is that it doesn't condition students to obey you. At least tell it like it is.

1:59 - 'Here's my definition of PBIS for those who don't know-- anyways I made a poll for people to tell me if they want to bring back corporal punishment.' WHAT? Define the word!!! Define what it is!!! And god, what does the survey have to do with anything? How did your students learn anything when you jump tracks this quick?

2:15 - "People actually voted more highly in favor of bringing back corporal punishment, but it wasn't as big of a gap as I thought." That's disgusting, and I wish it were a bigger gap, in that I wish that there was .00001% of responders who said they wanted the punishment brought back. A teacher should never fucking advocate for the physical discomfort or distress of a child. Fucking hell. How did about 55% of people agree with hurting children? Disgusting.

2:31 - WHY DID YOU NEED TO MENTION THAT PADDLING IS STILL LEGAL IN SOME STATES??? Please someone fucking write to those senators of those 19 states (I should look up to make sure my state isn't one, jfc. EDIT: WHAT IN THE GODDAMN HOW MANY ABUSE VICTIMS ARE WE TALKING ABOUT? Oh my god I feel sick. It's not my state thank fuck but please consider writing to your senators to get this shit banned.)

2:51 - "They call that punitive and they say that's bad bad bad- hmhmm!" That's because it is. Do not half-chuckle at me, I do not agree with your thoughts that physical discomfort is somehow a good teaching tool.

2:54 - "Office referrals are completely off the table." Straight up lies. Unless you mean the extraneous referrals teachers who were salty were writing up for... throwing a pencil across the room out of anger? Y'know, she probably means that. She probably means that she isn't able to give a referral to that kid she hates.

3:21 - "The worst behaved kids are the ones getting all the rewards." That's because it's not rewards for behavior. It's conditioning. It's literally giving them rewards for the GOOD behaviors they have, to show them that these good behaviors have good repercussions, and the more things they do good, the better things are for them. The students who are already well behaved don't need a cheer squad celebrating that they sat in their chair that day instead of standing on it. This woman seems to think that showing kids that struggle with their behavior that good behavior has good repercussions is somehow rewarding the bad behaviors. (There's a lot I could say about this idea, and a lot of stuff I would love to discuss honestly, but I'm only 3 minutes into this dumpster fire.)

3:32 - The PBIS system actually has entire pages detailing why giving too many material based rewards (like the bag of candy she mentions) is actually a very bad idea. Instead, we should be giving them material rewards for behaviors at the start, but also positive affirmations and helping them see the consequences of their actions. "Hey, here's a [school currency], and look! Because you focused today, you turned in that assignment, which turns your grade into a B. I'm so proud of your progress today, keep it up!" The kid is going to correlate good behavior to good repercussions. You slowly stop giving out material rewards unless the kid still needs that support. But lord knows she never got to that point with her kids if she was only using PBIS as a punishment system, rather than behavioral management.

3:44 - If your best skill for "motivating students" was negative punishment (removal of privileges), then you should have been fired a LONG time ago. One of the biggest skills teachers need to have is learning how to motivate their students to learn simply because learning is amazing. My kids work hard, because I purposely choose books and curriculum alternatives that interest them. I give them surveys about how I can teach them better, and then I actively show them I am listening to them by actually doing the things they request. I discuss their requests! The form is 100% anonymous too. Treat the kids like people!! (Also? The kids still get detention, loss of recess, and especially in-school suspensions! It's just that we don't give them out for just any behavior we feel like -- we don't rule over the kids nearly as much as teachers like you would like).

4:00 - All of the attention is going to the kids who are acting out... as a means... to get attention they are lacking... and you're upset about this??? Does the attention really need to be going 100% all kids all the time full tilt, or are we able to focus on the kids who need more equitable attention? JFC, you're literally upset that kids who need more attention are now getting the attention they need.

4:17 - "The worst behaved kids got snacks!" Your kid was acting out because they were hungry. Full stop. A lot of the students you have actually experience a lot of food insecurity. That's exactly the kind of thing PBIS is helping to address; we show them through the step system that the way they're handling this situation isn't okay, and they need to change the behavior. Let's do a story here. I had a student who I gave a step to because he was playing games in class, which is against the school rules, and he'd already received his informal warnings. This led me to contact home. This led the parent to screen him for ADHD, because he had been reminded so many times to stop. This led to that student getting accommodations for extended time. We helped the student get benefits he needed. The snacks are no different; the student being sent to the office talks to a counselor, opens up about being hangry, and gets food because that's what they need to be successful. Punishing kids for being developmentally children, for being fucking human, is never going to work.

4:24 - Awww, someone's salty that the students told the principal how shitty she was. Newsflash, kids are oftentimes going to hate you because they're kids and you are in a position of authority over you. And that is 100% valid. I think that's fair of the student, because they're still learning to attribute their frustration of the system to the system. The student may hate you, and that's fine. Your job is not to make a child like you. In all honesty, I think students hating teachers is incredibly normal, because many of them have yet to realize that you are a human being and not just a cog in the authoritarian machine they're living under.

4:29 - This is the only point of hers that I agree with so far - A LOT of these systems are not being used the way they're supposed to be. Many teachers are using them as discipline, rather than interventions. They use them as a punishment - "be quiet or you will get a step." I've also found myself slipping down this path from time to time, and it absolutely is not helpful, to you or the kids. PBIS is an intervention system; it needs to be used to show students that the current behavior isn't working, and they need to tackle their problems by using the PBIS standards. I genuinely feel that PBIS needs a lot more clarity for the students, and that teachers need more training in it than they get. But let's see what her complaints are.

4:33 - BRIBE THE KID MODE??? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh read a study on developing intrinsic vs extrinsic motivations in children you-- uuugh

4:47 - Classrooms would be silent, and "well-behaved," and absolutely no learning would get done. You would get your wish for perfectly behaved children because you'd be abusing them. This is traumatic. (This is also an overgeneralization - you would have longer stretches of quiet as you conditioned the students into being Perfect Angels, but you would inevitably run into the kids who have a Fight response to your punishment, and that is when you will be ill equipped to teaching that kid how to not try to kill you). You are talking about abusing children in the hopes of making them obey. Your job is to fucking teach them. Re-read the job description.

5:10 - HOW DOES SCRUBBING TOILETS HELP CORRECT BEHAVIOR OF BEING A JERK TO YOU IN CLASS? Genuinely, HOW? Even if you are going the punishment route, even IF you try to utilize that incredibly flawed premise... the punishment would need to correlate to the behavior you're trying to fix. This is why these people are awful teachers. They don't teach; they try to control, manipulate, and traumatize children into giving them the power rush they want.

5:19 - "And help beautify your school!" If the child is mouthing off at you, then you need to address that behavior. If the child connects mouthing off with "you are now being punished for that action by being a janitor" -- it's entirely likely they will then see those jobs as punishments, labeling those who have to do it as someone who did something "wrong." You're setting up incredibly bad associations, and now you've traumatized that child into believing that cleaning something indicates something is wrong. Source: I can't clean the bathroom without dissociating because cleaning = punishment, so if I'm cleaning, it's because I fucked up. Trauma fucks you up!

5:22 - My eyes have rolled so far that I got to see the inside of my brain melting from your rancid bullshit.

5:27 - The people cheering are child abusers.

5:33 - "We know at a deep internal level that it would work." It would traumatize them into obeying you. I'm so disgusted that you thought teaching was the best job for you. I'm so glad you quit. I hope everyone like you quits.

5:38 - Loosey Goosey??? It is well researched my guy. Like. It has been researched. (That last link is, sadly, the best I could find for that particular article.) You're just salty because it helps kids mental health instead of their "discipline."

5:43 - Bitch I was a long term sub for two straight years at both the middle and high school levels. I have been sliced open with nails, kids have attempted to asphyxiate me, and clocks/trash cans/phones have all been thrown at me. I get what you're talking about, and each and every instance of this was kids who had a disconnect between their behaviors and the reasons for those behaviors. Each time. 100%, I do not blame those children for their behaviors at all, because nobody had taught them how to connect their feelings to healthy actions. Their frustration about me asking them to sit led to them genuinely trying to kill me. That is how much people like you (and the exact opposite of you, but that might be for a different post) have hurt these children.

6:04 - Oh god if you're saying this is controversial NOW, I'm terrified for the upcoming escalation. Was the child abuse not controversial?!!

6:15 - T. Tiny little monster people. Ma'am. Ma'am that is an entire ass human person. That's just a living breathing individual. Imagine being the ex-student of this cunt. Imagine seeing her call you, someone who was in elementary school at the time, a monster. My heart goes out to everyone who had to suffer with this abuser in their lives.

6:19 - THE WORST OF HUMANITY THAT IS INSIDE ALL OF US? Honey, it's not inside you, you're wearing it like it's Gucci!

6:32 - The worst of humanity is not getting embodied in these students. I am so stunned that someone could even possibly suggest this. What in the goddamn. And you go on to describe behaviors like... oh no... they spit! Yes, the worst of humanity -- dictators, abusers, bigots, etc. -- clearly committed the worst sin of all: spitting. Shove a cactus up your ass and spin, and I swear, it would hurt less than me having to listen to you speak.

6:49 - I do not trust any single person who describes a student as manipulative. That is an Entire Ass Child.

7:15 - "They have them completely fooled." I am almost too disgusted for words... Reminder, this woman taught ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. Little ones, who are just learning school for the first time. And she is calling them, little monsters, "untrained," THE WORST OF HUMANITY???? How can anyone possibly agree with this woman? How do you get so jaded in a career that YOU CHOSE? If you ever, EVER, find yourself agreeing with what this woman says, then do not interact with a child ever again. I am so repulsed by her monologue here about how children are the scum of the earth when "untrained."

7:40 - Now you argue that right and wrong are being defined incorrectly? I do not trust this argument, ever. It SCREAMS puritan values. Tell me, what have we really 'redefined' about right and wrong?

8:11 - You've given no context for why the woman, a grown ass adult woman, was screaming at another. What was the context of the behavior?? Why did the woman need to have security called? Oh, that's right, your concern is to have people obedient, not actually fixing what's wrong in their life. Nice to see that extends to literal college aged students. Jesus christ how does anyone manage to hold a conversation with you without crying?

8:29 - Oooh so you're upset about riots huh? You're not a fan of people defending their rights. Unsurprising.

8:44 - Take a drink, she's used the word brainwashed! Hint: Children are not being brainwashed any more than this woman was brainwashed by HER OWN upbringing!

9:08 - Is. Is she suggesting that "Karen" culture is people... supporting Karens? Because genuinely, I have had to repeatedly remind my friends that politely requesting their food not be literally deadly for them to eat is not being a "Karen." Like, "Karen" culture is so blatantly negative and a Bad Thing that people are attributing completely normal behaviors to being a Kar- ooooh that's what this woman is doing. Oh. Oooooh. Yeah you're an asshole.

9:23 - Shocker of all shockers, when a student has a mental breakdown, an administrator, counselor, or parent, might want to know... y'know... what triggers them. That's why they're asking what you did. They're trying to get to the bottom of what caused the meltdown, and 9/10 times, it's caused by a figure in authority doing something that made them uncomfortable. Grow up and admit you make mistakes.

9:32 - THAT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE JUSTIFIED! The feelings they had are OKAY TO FEEL! Their feelings ARE VALID. The BEHAVIOR is not. WHICH IS WHY WE ARE TRYING TO PREVENT THE BEHAVIOR. (And the feelings, because genuinely, discomfort does not aid learning and actively negatively impacts it! So we want to prevent discomfort!!)

9:40 - Just realized this section is called "entitlement." =_= Gag me.

9:53 - Once again: not random. These random systems are not random -- they're well researched. For those curious, the "horrible" ideas she mentions here, like not saying no to kids, are also research based, and yes, they do work. It contributes to a growth mindset, where students don't feel like they're forever trapped in who they are in the moment.

10:10 - ... Should. Should the responsibility NOT be on the teachers? Like. You are in charge of (if you're like me) 140 students in a single day, each day, every day. YEAH I HOPE YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM. It is YOUR responsibility to take care of them. Again, please, reread your job description.

10:35 - She brushes up on actually good topics here - administrators struggling under state standards, the fact that testing drowns out the relationship building and negatively impacts learning, etc - but she's using these points to somehow argue that... it's the kid's fault? I'm so tired of this woman. The system is broken, and that is a problem, but that will never and has never been the fault of children. And yes, that IS why teachers are quitting in droves -- because the system is fucking broken and awful and I swear it is legitimately bringing me to an early grave. Still not the fault of the kids tho.

11:11 - The kids can't do this, actually. Have you tried? Cause I have. I'm an English teacher, and yes, I start off the school year each year with students writing out the rules and expectations before I teach them. I tell the kids to write down "what do you think the expectations of classrooms are?" And genuinely, only the "well behaved" kids SOMETIMES get it. (Actually, a lot of the underprivileged quiet kids hit the nail on the head with my rules, but that's a story for another time and not a 7 page essay already). THEY DO NOT KNOW THESE EXPECTATIONS UNTIL YOU EXPLICITLY TEACH THEM, and even then, you need to remind them, because they need to ACCESS those expectations! GOD I am tired of this woman.

11:37: WHAT'S THIS? The. There's a lack of correlation? Between behaviors and the natural consequences of their actions? It's almost like, when done properly, PBIS helps to build those correlations! But no, go ahead, rant about how you want kids cleaning toilet bowls because they said something disrespectful to you in class.

12:18 - Do I even need to say it?? Remarkably, shame is not a motivator. It has been shown that shaming kids actively hurts their learning, mental health, and achievement in all areas. But she doesn't care, because all she cares about is having an easy time. Teaching isn't easy. Boot up, bitch.

12:53 - Here's an example of a model that I think needs reworking. "I'm not mad, and you're not in trouble" isn't a bad first step... but "I am angry, I won't lie, and I need a second to calm down my anger. I'm going to breathe, and then we'll discuss why this happened, and how we can prevent it in the future" has always worked a lot better for me. I do agree with her that this isn't the best, but she needs to understand that when the rules are bad, you break them as a teacher. Straight up. That's what I do. They wanna fire me for being not a child abuser, thank god, I wouldn't wanna work there anyways. (And guess what? Since the kids like how I speak to them and how I communicate my emotions, they behave better in class, which leads to extended learning time, which leads to improved scores, which leads to me already being marked distinguished repeatedly on observations because, surprise surprise, I'm a good teacher cause I break the rules. Go figure!)

13:19 - YOU NEED TO TEACH THEM HOW TO REASON. You can't have an intellectual conversation at the level of adults with a student at that age! You need to break down their feelings and thoughts! Jesus CHRIST DID YOU TAKE DEVELOPMENTAL PSYCH? This isn't an "unpopular opinion," it's straight up misinformation.

13:46 - Aww, am I a mama bear now? But no, thinking about the worst situation I've seen in a classroom, I think back to the worst school I've subbed at. The reason it was the worst situation? The teacher was strict as hell with her kids, and I was a substitute. They took one look at me and said "I GET A FREE PASS TODAY!!" (Note: that's the first time I ever had to fill out a physical injury statement at work, because that's the day a child physically attacked me for asking her to put away her phone!). And still I do not blame her, because I feel it was those in authority that failed that day.

14:03 - Now she's bringing up Catholic school. No, sweetie, I wasn't imagining that. I was imagining my abusive family. Cause that's what you sound like. You sound like the parents who wanted to be in control of every aspect of my life in order to "protect me" and "help me understand real life so I could have a good future." Gag me. Shut up, already.

14:17 - I really do think what we have now is still broken; but anyone within their right mind can acknowledge that we have a better system now than we used to.

14:33 - "That's how it feels being a teacher in a classroom of hostile little people." No. It's not. It might have felt that way to you, but that's because you made them hostile. You were the subject of their hatred. For me, when my students get hostile (and yes, it does happen), it's because they're frustrated by what they have to do. And 9 times out of 10, that frustration is fucking JUSTIFIED! And that's when I step in, and tell them, "I think it's bullshit too. I think you're right to be frustrated. But because the system sucks, we have to do this for the time being, and if you do this, I can do these things for you to help alleviate that frustration." A lot of the times, it's promises for a better future (which I have already made progress on, such as changing how the 6th grade curriculum was this year and moving a novel they hated to the 7th grade year instead, where they will be able to process it better with more experienced teachers who had a curriculum prepared already for said novel.) If a student is hostile with you, that's not a bad thing, and the fact that you felt fear shows you earned that hostility via your actions.

14:47 - Again, you're a bad teacher if you don't know how to handle a situation where a student gets hostile.

14:58 - Teachers see their students more than their parents do, full stop. Students are with you, for instance in my school, from 7:50 until 3:30, and that's barring you having a club after school. That's 7 hours and 40 minutes. Barring any after school activities, assuming a child wakes up at 6 to make it to school on time, to achieve 8 hours of sleep, that child is with their parents from 3:30 until 10. That's 6 and a half hours. No matter what, you are with those students more than those parents are. Yes. It IS our job to raise these kids. Furthermore, you're assuming the parents DO have the capability and tools to raise these kids. Many parents work after school, many parents have multiple kids they're raising, and surprise! Some parents are fucking abusive! REREAD THE FUCKING JOB DESCRIPTION!

15:15 - I'm not a parent myself (and never plan to be) but seriously, is there some sort of parent handbook she knows about that I don't? Is there really something out there that spells out "all the things your parents should've taught you"? If there is, can someone send it to me, cause mine certainly failed in a few aspects.

15:29 - A student thinks misbehaving is fun. Why? If they think it's fun, then there's clearly a disconnect there between what they should be doing and what they are doing, and it's up to you to help them reason. If that goes against your rules, then either they need to understand why the rule is in place, or the rule needs changed.

15:48 - 'Waaaa the 5 year old gets more chances than I, a grown ass woman, get!!! That's so unfair!!!!' GROW UUUUUP

16:19 - False. Yes, this is a thing - exceeding, meeting, approaching is the latest rubric scale being sent out. But grades are still a fucking thing. I think what she's likely getting salty about here is actually floor grades -- wherein students, in many more locations around America right now, cannot get below a certain grade. For instance, at my school, if a student just straight up never does the assignment, they get a 50% (Rather than a 0). This is research based and has improved both the student's AND my mental health so fucking much that I refuse to listen to any argument that this is bad.

16:40 - I would LOVE sources on this. A school that does away with grades entirely? SIGN ME UP! Oh wait, did you mean "I no longer can use grades as a punishment for my students, because America is making a big push to be standards based, and therefore all of my grades have to follow the set curriculum standard?" Bite me.

17:04 - Yep! Straight up, yeah. Even when I was in school, they were trying to do away with "holding kids back" a grade. They offered remedial courses instead. Ever heard of summer school, woman? The only time students were held back a grade in my school was when they were in 12th grade and did not have enough credits to graduate (at which point, they just... sorta dropped out.) That's why I was teaching 9th grade English to 10th grade students. Because they didn't get held back 'a grade' -- they got held back a class. And that's not a bad thing, why would it ever be a bad thing, you stinky wet noodle?

17:11 - Skill issue. Next!

17:28 - Ooo I hope you read mine next, you fucknugget! While you were busy studying posts from child abusers, I was busy looking at the research and being the best teacher I could be for these kids.

17:42 - 8 years? God, you were a teacher for 8 years. I feel sorry for the poor children you abused in that time.

17:50 - Why were you always in fear as a teacher? I've never been in fear for my job. I have never felt in fear for what I've done as a teacher. I've had administration come to me to speak with me directly over actions I've taken, and not once have I felt in fear. I have been accused of "crazy" things, and I laughed and explained what actually happened, and the students in those situations went "Oooooh I misinterpreted." And it was explained, and I changed my behavior and they changed theirs (in some cases). Wow! All of it worked out and I am still marked as Distinguished.

17:59 - DISCIPLINE ACTUALLY EQUALS LOVE??? Woman please see a therapist, please for the love of god, I think you have some really fucked up ideals that you need to talk through with a professional.

18:33 - Why does she assume that her students would live like this in their futures? Most of my students (I teach 6th grade currently) already have big goals for their futures. Yes, the majority want to be YouTubers, but just speaking with them, they understand the work that goes into that -- they talk to me about editing, they talk about making their own VTuber rigs on Blender -- they're super advanced! The kids who want to be game designers use their free time in class to program games on GimKit. Kids, when their love of learning is fostered rather than beaten out of them, will be productive because they love to be, not because they're forced to be.

18:47 - They are CHILDREEEEEEEEEEEEN

19:14 - POJKIHGUYFVBHKM??? "People are basically motivated by two things in life: love, and fear." Therapist. Please. I am not even trying to use that as an insult, I am being legitimate. Is that all you are motivated by? When I do the dishes, I'm not doing them because I love them or because I'm scared of them -- I do them because they need to be done! It's neutral! Motivation is neutral what are you smoking oh my god.

19:35 - If this was the fullest extent of what people were saying, then yes, she would be right -- If all you are trying to do is get kids to love you and your subject, then you will always, always fail. But the thing is, that's NOT the key to PBIS, and that's not what I do with my kids. The very first thing I do with my kids, when they come to class, is set up rules and expectations. And I tell them: If you hate English, good. If you love English, good. Regardless of if you hate it or love it, it holds these specific values in your life. I ask them what they want to do or be, and explain how they'll need to use the skills taught in my class for those specific things. I explain how they don't need to be GOOD at it -- they just need to try. And then I reflect that in my teaching and my grading. If they try, they pass, and they typically pass well (well being A-B range). If they earn a C, it's typically because, frankly, they're bad at English. And I make them understand, I FORCE them to understand, and I DO yell at their parents, that Cs are the Average Grade. They mean you are Perfectly On Point for 6th grade, and you are right where you need to be. And remarkably? The kids love me for it. If you treat the kid like a kid who is a living breathing human, you have almost no problems. I wonder where this woman went wrong.

20:22 - Students should not fear learning. Students should not fear making mistakes. She is making the assumption that every single misbehavior is a personal choice on the part of the student, when usually, that's not the case. Please, please, read up on frontal lobe development, I think it would really benefit your understanding of a small child's decision making abilities.

20:40 - False, but at this point, everything you're saying is just to paint yourself as a Goddess Martyr of Every Hurt Child Abuser Teacher Out There UwU. Thank god this video is nearly done.

20:46 - Causal Pink-Collaring of teaching, love that (sarcasm).

20:56 - I love my job. Again, sounds like a skill issue!

21:21 - Honey all you did in this video was advocate for abuse...

21:43 - For once, I agree with you! The vast majority of teachers are not absolutely bat shit. All teachers are actually just people, and some have issues that makes it so they shouldn't be teachers. You fall into the latter category of 'People who should not be teachers because they hate children.'

22:00 - The only difference you're making here is burning away my braincells.

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TL;DR: FUCK THIS WOMAN AND HER ENTIRE PRACTICE!!! I am SO RELIEVED she quit teaching!!!