#Its 1 pm here btw

[sirensea14]

Me with who

I trusted, Let you in

Let you see through my broken skin

Let you tell me, People would love me

Not get sick of me, Get rid of me

I know you rarely open your Tumblr from your browser but if ever you do so, well, sana matamaan ka.

[neolxzr]

i knew you'd come back (i never had any doubt)

[eph3merall]

INTRODUCING . . . DEALER!CHRIS + INNOCENT!BFF!READER

— had to word vomit. 1 am right now, exhausted. posting this n then knocking out probably. this might not make sense but its okay

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a sweet smile graced your lips, eyes flitting from the trinket in your palm to chris—his hand itching at his jawline dotted with a few days worth of stubble. you aren't sure when or how he bought this, considering you were eyeing it in a little corner store a week ago. alone.

it'd be stupid to complain though, the little cat keychain sitting in your outstretched palm seeming to be a piece of gold in your eyes. truthfully, you thought it was absolutely adorable at first—only to not buy it since you deemed in your head it would be a 'waste of money'.

youre quick to throw your arms around chris' shoulders up on your tiptoes. a giggle emanates from you and the brunette is quick to huff and shove you off in a second or two. a mumbled 'yeah, whatever. y're welcome i guess' sounds from the dealer's lips.

even as you stumble back, the smile on your face doesn't dim one bit. your eyes search chris' face, a bored expression plastered on it. his eyes are slightly red—and you immediately know why.

even if you haven't gone down the bad path chris has, you know the signs and how to tell when someone's coked out or high out of their minds. a thank you falls from your lips, hating the way chris doesn't bother to look you in the eyes. sure, you two were just friends.

sometimes though, it didn't feel like you guys were just friends. sometimes chris made you feel like the only girl in the world, showering you with gifts he knows youd like from the money he made dealing. sometimes, he'd be too high to do much other than lazy up on a couch with some pretty chick hanging off his shoulder. then you feel like his best friend. or maybe just a friend. sometimes you think he forgets you in those moments.

you haven't had sex yet. that didn't exactly stop chris from ranting to you about his own sex life. when you admitted you were a virgin, he had looked like he was about to say something before shutting his mouth quickly and just scoffing.

a shuffle sounds behind you from where youre clipping the trinket onto your bag, turning your head back to see chris slip into his room. you hear him say something about his brother matt and trips and whatever, the familiar squeak of his broken chair reaching your ears.

you turn back to eye the new addition to your bag, lips curling up into a smile. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, cheeks heating up gently just at the thought of chris buying you something like this. you always appreciated gifts, whether it was jewelry or cheap little trinkets that reminded the person of you.

a second later chris is out of his room with a pair of sneakers on this time, a hat in his hand as he fixes it onto his head. tufts of curly brown hair peek out from the brim as he jerks his chin gently towards the door. "gotta go out to do some shit with matt, you a'ight stayin' here? can give you a ride or somethin'.."

a shake of your head and a quick hug later you're hugging your best friend and thanking him just one more time. and chris doesn't know how to respond, so he just nods and huffs, calling you annoying. you weren't annoying, god, you could never be annoying.

you're out on a walk about ten minutes after chris has left, the autumn breeze biting and cold. leaves crunch under your shoes and the sky is a blanket of white, clouds thick and blocking out the sun completely. you feel a ding in thr pocket of your pants.

chris :) | 04:36 pm

'missin u. reminded me of u btw'

attached after the text was a picture of a stray cat, black fur and a chipped part of it's ear.

'making sum runs with matt. see u tn?'

you're almost too busy cooing at your phone screen to answer him, the picture of the kitty immediately capturing your attention.

but, you do type back a 'yeah!' to chris' text and he just reacts to it with a thumbs up emoji.

sometimes, it's confusing on what you two are. chris doesn't enjoy labels. you've had one, maybe two boyfriends. it's annoying sometimes, with how sweet he'd treat you and a second later he's ignoring you as if you two aren't friends.

your phone dings again, unlocking it to see a selfie of the two brothers—walking somewhere. you hate how good chris looks. and secretly, sometimes, he hates how good you look too.

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©eph3merall 2024

[chigirilover69]

HIHII im a sucker for kenma content so can u pls write a kenma x reader fluff (song: Feel the POP), where kuroo sets up kenma on a date with reader? I got this idea from wttpad123 on tt in their kenma hc vid btw creds to them ☆〜（���。∂）

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ…🍮🏐

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ…

𖥔 ִ ་  ، ˖ ࣪🥋

yakunote: AHJDSJKD MY FIRST REQ 🥹 i myself am i kenma stan so i hope i do it justice <333

ᴛᴡꜱ: minor swearing, slightly ooc kenma

February was nearing, the subject of valentines being the new talk of the town. they were highschool, right? it was unavoidable. even to his own best friend…

“c’mon! you’ll be graduating next year. your really gonna pass on the CHANCE of teenage romance?”

it was really starting to bother him. so what if he isint intrested in the sappy, lovey-dovey romance story so common to kids his age? he’s perfectly content in his own little bubble with his PSP. did that stop the petulant, persistent, nagging kuroo? of course not.

on a fateful friday, just a day before valentines the team finishing up their last drill for the week, as he approached kenma, with that mischievous, shit eating grin once again.

“Kenma! so… you know how its valentines tomorrow? i got you a date! and not some regular-girl. shes totally up your ally, heard’ she plays games too—!”

“no.”

kenma, through years of having to put up with his behavior has found the perfect solution— say his mind, no matter how blunt it is. he knew kuroo would see past his monotone, flat tone with his eyes glued to the next round of whatever game he was on.

“UGHHHH your so damn BORING! just this once! you wont regret it, i swear!”

though his efforts rendered useless, kenma being long gone before he could get another word out.

the walk home consisted of bickering, kuroo and kenma’s stubbornness going at it the whole 15 minute walk.

“why are you so persistent? i said no, its final.”

“well… i kinda promised her… you’d go on a date on saturday…”

of course, kuroo wasent a bad person. in any other situation, he would have asked first! this unfortunately was different… he thought his charm would reach out to the most closed-off person he knows, though his attempt unsuccessful.

“you…PROMISED HER for me to do something before i knew?”

he asked, with a bite in his tone, he was cooked.

“CMON!!! just one date! i’ll tell her your uninterested after, promise! im so sorry…!”

he mumbled the last part apologetically. well, kenma still cared for his friends. and for the things kuroo did for him, it wouldent be too difficult to just go on one date right…?

his mind pondered on his situation for a heartbeat longer, before he heard—

“oh yeah! she also said she plays metal gear!”

kuroo mentioned, just out of remembering, maybe they would have something in common? well, thankfully to him he was right.

being a veteran gamer at the ripe age of 16, he was starstruck. he had never met another metal gear fan. it wasent like it was the most underground game in history, but it certainly wasent super popular.

so maybe, that changed his mind. a little bit.

|| 14 | 02 ||

he was brought to a nearby cafe, one hes heard was pretty popular for some good drinks. as he waited for his date to arrive, he pulled out his PSP, going to play a bit of mario cart to pass the time.

“oh, is that twisted mansion course? thats my favorite!”

he heard from behind him, making him flinch a little. after exchanging a few apologies, they started chatting. he found it weird… why wasent his date here yet? it was 1:40 pm, 40 minutes after her expected arrival.

but time didint matter. this random girl who just coincidentally went to the same cafe didint tear down his walls, but gently melted them like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. within the span of an hour, which felt like a mere minute to kenma, his reserved, quiet personality didint disappear, but was kept behind as the analytical, nerdy gamer in him came out.

ranting about theories on various games, strategies, methods, all while sipping on his wintermelon milk tea. it felt unusual, in all the best ways.

by the time they parted, leaving not with eachothers numbers, but rather their project sekai, genshin, honkai, and leauge ID’s, and a subtle blush on eachothers faces. at this point, kenma didint even recall him supposedly having a date.

once he got home, playing matches, defeating bosses, and helping he on some levels on games, she mentioned, out of the blue, on their nearly 3 hour long, and counting call.

“shit! I was supposed to go on a date today, a blind one. but i didint have any information on who it was sooo-! but im glad i met you, you know?”

she mentioned, with a light chuckle.

despite being set up together, fate brought them closer.

yakunote: as i mentuoned its my first time writing HUHU so if there s any criticism pls be nicee

[caraetdeul]

I Wait By The Door Like I'm Just A Kid

Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

The first time you forgave him.

(with platonic!Lee Jihoon x reader)

TW: angst, angst, angst!!! Hurt/no comfort, somehow toxic relationship

A/n: this is the first part to the small series. Hope you like it! Enjoy reading caratdeuls!

Btw, it can be read as gn!reader but there are descriptions of feminine clothes and things.

~Main Masterlist~ | ~Series Masterlist~

Time check: 1:45 pm.

15 minutes before the doors open.

There was still so much to do with so little time. This gallery may be a dream come true for you a month ago but right now, you’re just begging for all of these to end.

Frantically, you double-check your checklist as you rush around the gallery, pointing out various things you want fixed before the opening. A small rearrangement of decorations here, an exchange of portraits there. It was all you could do to fully distract you from the fact that you were so close to breaking down from all the anxiety and adrenaline.

You were focused on checking the guest list by the reception desk when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were suddenly met with a glass of cold water being pushed into your hands by Jihoon.

“Drink,” he insisted.

“But—”

“No buts. Drink,” he said, forcing the glass once more onto your hands.

Pouting, you hesitantly bring the glass up to your lips before taking a huge gulp. You feel yourself slowly relax and finally being freed from the pounding headache that’s been bugging you all day.

“Better?”

You sighed nodding, “Yeah, better. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome” Jihoon took the glass from you before staring you down. You narrow your eyes at him, not backing down. You knew why he was doing that and frankly, it’s a very reasonable action at the time but you don’t want your ego bruised right now — not when you have a whole ass show to host.

Jihoon sighed before finally looking away. You almost grinned in triumph when the clipboard in your hand was snatched away from you.

“Hey!” you protested, “I was reading that!”

“No more reading for you,” Jihoon insisted.

“But why?” you whined.

“Why?” he responded, exasperated at your behavior. You only nodded at him which made him close his eyes and take a deep breath because God forbid he does anything to make matters worse for you. 

“Well missy,” he started “the show is about to start and you look like a wreck.”

You gasped, “How dare you say that!” You started to rummage through your bag, trying to find your compact mirror in the mess. Finally feeling its smooth cover, you pulled it out of your bag.

You looked at him smugly before opening the compact mirror, “I’ll have you know that I’m feelin— oh my God! What the hell?!”

Looking at your reflection, stating you look like a mess would be an understatement at best. Your makeup and hair were all over the place. Frustrated, you closed your compact before fully facing Jihoon.

“Okay, fine. You’re right,” you muttered, rolling your eyes at his smug face, “I’ll just go to the restroom to fix myself up. Can you handle this in the meantime?”

“I’ve got this. Go,” he smiled reassuringly, motioning you to move with his head.

“Thank you,” you hugged him for a bit before finally moving towards the direction of the restroom. But before you got too far, you turned back to face him, “Hey, when Cheol comes before I’m done, will you tell him to wait here? I’d like to be the one to tour him around, especially for the main central exhibit.”

He nodded, “Sure, I’ll text you once he’s here.”

“Okay, okay. Thanks again!” you waved with a smile before turning back around and heading for the restrooms.

“God, help this girl,” Jihoon muttered, shaking his head at his friend’s actions.

Reaching the bathroom, you hurriedly took out all of your makeup from your bag and started to fix yourself up. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone with you inside. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself relax for a bit. Now that you are alone, you can feel the nerves being replaced with the excitement for the event that you’ve been dreaming about ever since you got your first camera. It started off as a hobby before finally becoming a full-on passion for you as time goes by. And once you were given the chance to finally showcase all the hard work you’ve done over the past few years, you almost broke your neck from nodding yes. The idea was only cemented more by the full support given to you by your friends and family, especially from your boyfriend, Seungcheol. He was the sole witness to everything from the very start. He was there for you when you showed him your very first batch of photos and he was also there for you when you experienced one of the worst slumps you ever had. Now, your heart is leaping out of your chest from beating too hard with all the excitement and adrenaline this whole thing gives you.

You checked your phone for any messages from Seungcheol but were only met with your lock screen showing the two of you cuddled up with each other on your bed. You smiled at the memory. You remembered how Seungcheol, all exhausted and yawning from work, laid his whole weight on top of you as you wrapped one arm around him and the other combed through his hair. He looked so relaxed and contented in your arms that it would’ve been a crime not to have any kind of physical evidence of that moment. Thus, the photo was made and has become the official photo for your lock screen ever since.

Opening your contacts, you tried calling him to ask him when will he arrive at the venue but you were only met with a voicemail. Confused, you tried again but still faced the same result. Weird, you thought, he never turns off his phone.

You were about to bombard him with missed texts and calls when you heard a knock on the restroom door. Jihoon called your name before shouting from the other side of the door, “You in there? The show’s about to start.”

“Coming!” You huffed, frustrated at the situation. You decided that his phone probably died or something. It was unusual for him to let it get to that point since his work was quite dependent on his phone but you guessed it was inevitable. He’s probably even already waiting for you outside. At that thought, you hurriedly put everything away before exiting the restroom, following Jihoon towards the main hall where the stage was set up.

Once you reach the hall, your eyes immediately start scanning the room, trying to find the face you oh so very loved. But when you failed to do just that, you turned towards Jihoon who was watching the host as they introduced the start of the event.

“Hey, has Cheol arrived yet? I can’t find him,” you said before going back to scanning the crowd.

“I haven’t seen him either. I’m sure he’s just running late,” he reassured after seeing the anxious look on your face. You only nodded in response, too caught up with the fact that he’s not there yet.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your name being called from the stage. Taking a deep breath, you felt Jihoon tap your shoulders good luck before you ascended the stage and formally opened the exhibit for everyone.

From then on, the whole event flew by rather smoothly. You greeted numerous guests as you walked around the exhibit, thanking some of your family members as they congratulated you on a job well done and catching up with your old friends as champagne was passed around. But throughout it all, there was not a glimpse of your lover anywhere in the hall.

You tried to be subtle with it, sneaking glances at the door every 5 minutes and checking your phone for any new messages. But as time goes by, you feel yourself turn sour the longer it goes on without your boyfriend by your side.

You may have fooled your friends and family with the fake smiles and laughs but Jihoon knew better. Being friends for almost a decade definitely paid off as he studied you from the other side of the room. He can see the way your eyes move away from the group you were in every time you see a familiar silhouette in your peripheral vision, only to witness your whole body deflate from getting your hopes up once you realize that you’ve mistaken someone else for him.

It was a whole different kind of pain for him to see his friend be like this knowing you don’t deserve this kind of treatment from anyone at all. When he saw you do your hopeless routine once more, he decided that it was time to stop it before it totally ruined your night. The night that you worked very hard for and he would be damned if he didn’t do something to protect it for you.

He probably spent 30 minutes on his phone outside the hall, trying to contact your boyfriend and failing miserably. He had already talked to your brother, who was a coworker of Seungcheol as well as the main reason behind how you met your boyfriend, asking for his help in finding him and getting him to your exhibit before it ends. Unfortunately, all he ever got from your brother was that Seungcheol left early and since he already knew about your exhibit, he just assumed that Seungcheol was already making his way to you. Jihoon sighed, thanking your brother before ending the call.

Checking the time, he felt even more disappointed and sad for you once he realized that it was already 8:00 pm, an hour since the event ended and there was no sign of Seungcheol anywhere. Deciding that there was no hope in calling and waiting only to be met with nothing, he went back inside to find you. He searched every corner of the exhibit trying to get a glimpse of you but you were nowhere to be found. That’s when he remembered your secret exhibit, a whole exhibit dedicated to your boyfriend as a surprise and a thank you for everything he’s done for you. If only you knew that you wouldn’t even get the chance to do that, maybe it would’ve saved you from further heartbreak and disappointment.

Jihoon rounded the last corner that hid the exhibit from the public view, releasing a breath of relief once he found you standing in front of the collage that took up one side of the room. From a distance, the collage seemed like a harmonious mess that crept outwards, looking as if its main goal was to swallow the whole room with the memories of you two. Crossing the room, he stood by your side, studying each memory frozen in time through your photos. It was silent for a bit between the two of you as you both studied the wall. He was silently gauging your emotions, trying to decipher what you were truly feeling right now. On the other hand, you were doing your best to compose yourself and ignore the fact that a single thread was the only thing holding you together and preventing you from breaking down. Unfortunately for you, Jihoon already knew of that. So when he asked if you wanted to talk about it, there was no stopping the dam from breaking.

It was all a blur from that point on. All you remembered was the amount of tears you produced at the time and the comforting feeling of having your best friend with you throughout. You were so out of it that you didn’t even have the mental capacity to remember how Jihoon drove you home and waited for you to safely reach your apartment before going home with the promise that he would check up on you tomorrow.

Stumbling through the apartment, you tried your best to remove your makeup and change clothes before flopping down on your bed. Lying face down in the comfort of your bed finally made you feel the exhaustion running through your veins. And if you were only a little bit more conscious of your surroundings, you would’ve also felt the loneliness slowly creeping into your heart and settling right in the middle of it. A place in your heart that was already reserved for Seungcheol is now being filled by the still air of a vacant space beside you.

As you swim through the haze of your thoughts, you can make out a quiet ding of a notification from your phone. Turning your head in the direction of your phone, you picked it up, momentarily blinded by the brightness of your phone. Once your eyes are finally adjusted, you can finally make out the single notification that obstructs your view of Seungcheol’s contented smile on your lock screen. The small hope that bloomed in your chest when you read the name of the sender was only crushed once you read the content of the message. A tear you didn’t know you still had in you rolled down your cheek onto your pillow. You then wondered how your soft mattress was able to carry the heavy weight in your heart but you were too tired to dwell on it too much.

From: the loml <3

Hey, sorry I wasn’t able to visit your exhibit. An old friend of mine was in town and invited me to his small welcome-back party. I already agreed when I remembered your exhibit was on the same day but I couldn’t really back out. I hope you understand. I’ll make it up to you. Love you!

Sent 10:16 pm

Taglist: @moonwonuu @belladaises

[gr1mstar]

tea, tissues, and two hearts…

synopsis: after not listening to your boyfriend telling you about the cold weather a few days ago, now you are stuck with a cold right before an event. gojo takes care of you, now being his turn to make yourself his baby.

notes: i had a bad day so i thought writing something sweet would cheer me up. i hope you liked it, i personally do not like this oneshots that mush, i was tired when i wrote this but… well, it is what it is :) requests are opened btw, you can ask me for anything (besides smut)

contains: gojo satoru x f!reader, sick reader, cuddles, sfw, sweet bf satoru, nicknames, swearing (not much)

also i have a masterlist, so check it out here

it was tonight? 8 pm… fuck.

as you lay in bed, wrapped in layers of blankets, the chill of the night seeping through the window pane only intensifies the warmth you seek. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the tissues scattered around, evidence of the cold that had claimed your night. 

the warmth of a cozy blanket cocoon provides some relief, but your body aches, and every shiver is a reminder of the festivities you're going to be missing. The night is silent, just your coughs and sniffles can be heard, punctuated by the occasional sigh as you longingly glance at the clock, realizing that the party you were supposed to attend is in two hours.

‘i can’t not go…’ you thought, looking at nothing.

your head was spinning, you barely ate, and how you had to stay up all night entertaining some old ass man just to make your boyfriend’s family happy.

the gojo clan. at first, you thought that satoru’s parents were nice, but you were proven wrong when you heard them talking about you behind your back, saying that you are not good enough for their ‘perfect’ son.

‘perfect my ass, he can’t even boil an egg without ruining the kitchen’ and so, you left the bed with a long sigh of extenuation and heeded in the direction of your and your boyfriend's shared closet, passing a mirror. as you stand before the mirror, the reflection staring back at you appears both weary and determined. the cold has taken its toll, but tonight, you're determined to transform this sick-looking person into a beautiful lady for celebration. with a gentle touch, you begin to prepare yourself, tying your messy hair into a ponytail.

foundation, blush, contour, hightlist… ‘where was that lipstick again?’ 

god, you hated it. all you needed was a warm tea and some sleep…

after an hour and a half, you were ready. taking your phone in your hand, you could see that you had some unread messages from gojo.

“baby, don’t forget about the party. don’t wait for me, i will come already ready just to pick you up” - 1:23 pm

“it’s a formal event” - 1:23 pm

“are you ok? this morning you looked off” - 5:55 pm

“i’ll be there in a few” - 7:45 pm

you didn’t dare to tell gojo you were sick. even though you knew he would be very sweet about it, you didn’t want to hear the words ‘i told you’ over and over again.

a few minutes passed by and when a door sound was heard, you knew your boyfriend was home. all you could hope was that he didn’t notice your sick face.

“babe? where are you?”

“livingroom” you shouted, taking your purse and putting it on your shoulder.

“how do i look?” you asked when gojo arrived in front of you, trying to look dignified and alert. “is this outfit okay? you said it was a formal event.”

“wow. you look really beautiful, love… except for, y’know, the red, puffy nose and the bags under your eyes and the sweat in your hair,” gojo said with a rueful smile, already slipping back out of their jacket. “we’re staying home tonight, aren’t we?”

“what? no, no, i’m fine! i can go, it’s not that bad-”

“sorry, let me rephrase- we’re staying home tonight. get back in your pj’s. we’ll have our own party with some blankets and chicken noodle soup.” your boyfriend interrupted you, taking your hands into his, and smiling at you.

“but gojo, your parents?”

“fuck them. there are going to be a lot of other parties at other times. now, do what i said, and let me order the soup. it looks like you need it.”

“really?” you asked unsure, looking at your nail polished nails.

“really.”

and so you gave gojo a little kiss on the cheek, ready to head out to your bathroom to wipe out the makeup. 

“i told you you're going to catch a cold”

“oh, shut the fuck up, satoru”

“he did not.” you laughed, looking at the tv in front of you.

the two of you were looking at an old horror movie, but you were finding it a little too funny for a horror one. you and gojo were on the couch, cuddling each other. you complained about how he could catch the cold too, but for him, he was too cool for a cold.

“me? a cold? you insult me, my beautiful girlfriend” was his response, throwing popcorn at you. 

as you sink into the plush cushions of the sofa, a soft glow emanates from the muted screen, casting a warm ambiance in the room. your partner, wrapped in a cozy blanket, nestles beside you, their presence a comforting embrace in the dim light. the room is adorned with the scent of chamomile tea and the flicker of a vanilla-scented candle, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. satoru, sensing the shivers that occasionally wrack your body, wraps you in an extra layer of warmth, the blanket becoming a cocoon of shared comfort.

‘what did i do to deserve this man?’ you found yourself asking.

a bowl of hot soup, prepared with love, sits on the coffee table, its steam rising in delicate tendrils. your boyfriend, attuned to every cough and sniffle, extends a spoonful towards you with a gentle smile, their eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and affection.

“come on, baby. eat as much as you want, today i will take care of you.”

the room may be dimly lit, but the connection between you two radiates a soft, intimate glow that transcends the limitations of the surroundings. wrapped in the warmth of blankets and love, you find solace in the simple act of being together, in the quiet dance of a shared movie night that speaks volumes without the need for words.

“i love you, satoru gojo.”

“i love your sick ass too, now eat all the soup and then we are going to bed, okay?”

“okay.”

© 2024 gr1mstar — all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

the took the image from pinterest - also i do not own jujutsu kaisen and this is simply my imagination.

[thewertsearch]

Mega-Giga Ask Comp: Part 3

@manorinthewoods asked: I'll be honest, I wrote the Locked Tomb ask having not read the Locked Tomb series. I literally only know the starting and ending strokes of the first book. That being said, I do like the half-soul-Sollux idea, and it works pretty well with the Locked Tomb's general theme of Lyctorhood, and how knotted the whole situation with Alecto, Gideon, and Harrow ends up being. (What is even going on with Nona) ~LOSS (4/13/24) @manorinthewoods asked: You know, if you hadn't already read Gideon the Ninth, I'd have recommended it as a good second liveblog. It really does fit your preferred sort of mystery. From all the clues presented, you could probably hit very close to the ultimate solution to the Lyctoral puzzle - as close as anybody could be expected to get. ~LOSS (25/4/24) @manorinthewoods asked: The Locked Tomb's prose is pretty good. On occasion, it happens to chime with a sound of 'Homestuck', but I only recall that twice so far in my reading. I like the skelebook. ~LOSS (27/4/24)

Once again, I'm glad my hidden agenda - convincing this blog's entire readership to check out The Locked Tomb - is bearing fruit.

I agree! TLT does occasionally give Homestuck vibes, presumably because its author is a fan. For the most part, though, its prose style is all its own.

Anonymous asked: Reference to American culture: the sphere of Jade's home dropping and the timer that preceded it are references to the Times Square Ball, an annual event held every New Year's Eve. A giant ball descends down a pole at 11:59 PM and reaches the bottom at 12:00 AM, January 1. I believe that you can figure out why the reference was included in the first place. Anonymous asked: btw the gamzee page was released on new years. ‘the miracle of a new beginning’ is the new year and the lab dropping is supposed to be a reference to the ball dropping in times square

Some America Lore here that I wasn't aware of.

I was wondering exactly what Gamzee meant by 'a new beginning'. Maybe Alternia practices the tradition as well.

@omnilew asked: the way you speculate and go indepth into sburbs features and how it affects the kids, made a silly headcanon that your kidsona is reading the comic while playing out their session though this is mainly because "Eventually, we were bound to cross a couple of wires that should never have been allowed to touch" kinda references chargerkind

I like it! Maybe my 'sonas have access to a more in-depth version of Rose's walkthrough, and are adding their own commentary in quiet moments during their own adventures.

@manorinthewoods asked: Your excitement over the resurrection of Dream Jade gave me a form of suspenseful mirth. Seeing how happy you were at her resurrection, while also knowing exactly what came of it, is perhaps textbook dramatic irony. If only you'd read a panel further… ~LOSS (26/4/24)

She looked so happy to be back, too! That certainly didn't last long.

She was prototyped with a smiling corpse, though. Maybe that was just her 'default' expression, and it vanished as soon as her actual feelings asserted themselves.

@thetinygladiator asked: 'I hadn’t really thought about Sally’s ectobiological parent - but now that I am, I think the funniest possible option is that it’s her landlady.' okay but i just gotta say… this immediately makes me think about how that relates to the house-building aspect. Like, with the giant tower, are they gonna charge the Imps for rent? That might work, honestly. Where do imps even live? Bet they don't have good AC or Wi-Fi, lemme tell ya.

300 GRIST/DAY NO CRUXTRUDER NO ALCHEMY NO PETS

@manorinthewoods submitted: How many computers would you have on your person if you were playing Sburb? Jade recommends at least 5. I say I'd have a laptop, phone, a spare of both of those, and computer gloves if I need to compute really fast. Also spare gloves. Speaking of the phone - is it possible for people to put phones in their pockets? Given Karkat (and a minor gag in Act 6), we can assume that it's difficult or uncommon to carry items without using the Sylladex - or maybe it's just tied to your dexterity, and you have to hold things gingerly to avoid captchaloguing them when you pick them up. On the other hand, there's no issues with accidentally storing something you've unstored and are using - so how does the Sylladex actually work? Do people just instinctively store their items once they're done using them? Is it difficult to avoid storing something you aren't using anymore? Can you stuff phones in pockets? If not, then why develop a PDA in the first place? Given the Sylladex, it should be much more commercially viable to make a tablet. ~LOSS (24/4/24)

Since Karkat can physically pick up a book, you can probably pocket your gear - although maybe there's a difference between holding an object and trying to add it to a physical 'inventory'. Either way, the issue is easily circumvented by employing wearable tech, like the kids do.

As depicted in my alchemy binge, my primary computing device would be the Pocket Holodex, which can remote into any computer in my sylladex.

In addition, my Modular Ring shirt is also a computer, which can presumably be augmented by adding extra mod1ules over time. I'd probably also captchalogue every computer in my apartment, of which I currently have six.

I'd be exploring the Medium with a minimum of seven computers, plus one pseudo-computer, plus a phone. Jade would certainly approve.

@iris-in-the-dark-world asked: the tension in act 5 act 2 is perfect, i love it. maybe even moreso on rereads, the foreshadowing and generally ominous vibes always get to me @heliotropopause asked: You're getting to the part where the comic really starts hitting its stride. This'll be fun.

The ever-present countdown certainly adds a degree of urgency to the situation.

I'm really liking the pacing of this current act, as things slowly progress towards some critical point - one which, for now, is still shrouded in mystery.

Anonymous asked: Forwarding another ask for the person with no account ~DJ: Eridan's deal seems to be based on Wizardry Herbert - a proto-Homestuck work by Hussie. A parody of Harry Potter dealing with whether magic is real. [] But Methods of Rationality began in February 2010, so "Harry Potter but obsessed with science" might have also been an intentional reference to that.-RM @heliotropopause asked: Eridan Ampora and the Methods of Rationality sure is an idea for a fanfic. He'd be so bad at it.

Eridan would be an extremely funny choice for a ratfic protagonist. He'd be so smarmy about it - and thus, a perfect addition to their ranks.

What would the definitive Homestuck ratfic be called, do you think? I think Tool-Assisted Speedrun would be a decent choice.

@killedthekat asked: An interesting thing about doomed timelines is how they serve to prevent stable loop metagaming. As a basic example, in a typical stable time loop scenario, if you observe yourself unharmed in the future, you can throw yourself into high danger high reward situations and know that probability will twist itself into whatever improbable knot it needs to do to keep you safe. But in homestuck if you lean too hard on predestination you just get shunted into a doomed timeline for your trouble.

It's true. Timehopping just isn't fun in Homestuck, as you're constantly walking a tightrope, desperately trying to stay in the one timeline that might not get you killed.

It's a good way to prevent time-travelers from becoming overpowered - something which is probably necessary for a comic which makes such heavy use of the concept.

Anonymous asked: Now that you're updating while HS^2 is, I've realised that while I'm barely keeping up with ^2, I just yelled "Oh! Upd8!" out loud when I checked your blog, so to me? You're the real continuation of Homestuck

What an honor!

For veterans of the comic, this blog is more Homestuck: Revisited than Homestuck 2. As a woman who would much rather watch video essays about old Simpsons episodes than new seasons of the show, I completely understand why some would prefer the latter.

@manorinthewoods asked: I've since finished Worm. I think Sophia's by far the best Vriska candidate. Lisa, Amy, and Colin are less so, I think. ~LOSS (21/4/24)

Oh, nice, you got all the way through it! Worm is an absolute behemoth, and I know a lot of people who started it, and gave up halfway through.

Sophia is likely the closest match to Vriska in personality. I agree with an earlier comment, though, that the most Vriska-like character in terms of audience reaction is probably Amy.

Anonymous asked: Cannot believe someone would propose a Homestuck/Locked Tomb scenario and leave Gamzee as part of a spare pairing, when the Homestuck fic The Serendipity Gospels, written by the author of The Locked Tomb, stars Gamzee and Terezi in the proto-necromancer/cavalier dynamic. Absolutely appropriate to have Gamzee as Ninth though, since his facepaint is the direct ancestor to Harrow's. Gamzee and Terezi is such a funny pairing to go with. I'm certainly looking forward to checking out The Serendipity Gospels when I'm done with the comic - both to compare it to Homestuck and to the Locked Tomb.

As am I. Apparently it was left unfinished - but considering how long this liveblog is taking, maybe Taz will have updated by the time I'm done!

Wishful thinking, of course, but I live in hope.

@bladekindeyewear submitted:

(I started Dragon's Dogma 2 a couple weeks ago and did my best to a Gideon Nav pawn (NPC ally), facepaint and two-hander and all, and the "Jaunty Straightforward" voice selection has been EXTREMELY distracting / game-improving because her voice and attitude chatting beside my player all the time sound almost straight out of the audiobook.)

Damn, you really captured her essence. Pawn is a very fitting title for her, too :(

@manorinthewoods asked: On the topic of blood color names - Blue through Purple were renamed in Hiveswap. Originally, Vriska was Cerulean, Equius was Blue, and Gamzee was Indigo - which I like more than their modern incarnations. I think 'bronze' might also be a Hiveswap thing, although I won't dispute it, and rust might have been renamed to burgundy? Maybe burgundy is a synonym. Idk. ~LOSS (4/13/24)

I think I prefer the likes of olive, indigo and bronze over more generic terms like green, blue and brown, which would quickly lead to confusion.

Vriska's blood, for example, is also a shade of blue, so it would be a little strange if blue blood was an official term, but it didn't apply to her.

@mxamericanblue asked:hi i have been absolutely BINGING your live blog rn and i gotta just get this out this is so so cool watching you react has been giving me so much joy, i don't have a computer so i can't really experience homestuck again casually when i want to but watching you read it and react and THEORIZE??? omg your theories have been so fuckin killer it's given me a new appreciation for Hussie as a story teller and how spectacular this comic truly was thank you for this, i've been having a grand ol' time, and it's all cuz of u

Thank you! I feel like I've been theorizing a lot less since I came back from my hiatus, mostly because the comic hasn't introduced many big mysteries recently - aside, of course, from Aradia's unexplained explosion.

(Pre-posting update: Since first drafting this ask, my statement above is no longer true, as Gamzee has been revealed as Homestuck's most important character. What the actual fuck.)

@lilietsblog asked: re fifth house aradia: she's an archeolodist :)

Oh, shit, you're right.

Maybe she'd be in more danger from the Lyctor than I thought.

@ben-guy asked: Vriska's ascension to god-tier is, in my personal opinion, one of the most visually striking scenes in all of Homestuck. Also, one of the panels you didn't include (which is understandable w/ Homestuck lol. Sacrifices for the sake of brevity) specifically the one where she has him write "[…] plenty of time for that l8r" above her head… Think about the position she would have had to move him to to write that.

…jesus, Vriska. You can't just do that!

@martinkhall asked: "What is treasure but a fortune, waiting to be found?" Or stolen if you're the THIEF of Light.

Son of a bitch. That's why she's a pirate, isn't it?

Because a Thief of Light is someone who steals fortunes!

@manorinthewoods asked: Eidolons. A species purpose-built to play Sburb, while breaking every mechanic you can solely with biology. Eidolons don't sleep, and live in a hive mind. Their psychologies are very poor at recognising distinct things, with Eidolons seeing the world more in terms of a blur of colors and shapes. They thus have a very difficult time understanding Classes and Aspects, never mind that their mythology never involved deities, and they never invented chess, or games of any sort… ~LOSS (15/4/24)

The idea of a species engineered from the ground up to be Players does raise the interesting question of whether there was a first species to play Sburb.

Of course, with all the time-loops we've been working with, there might not have been a first species - unless Sburb was 'created' in some sort of metatemporal space, 'before' any loops were put in place.

@manorinthewoods submitted: You are very good at analysing Vriska's psyche. Vriska's character was executed very well, I think, and I would hate her with a burning passion platonically but to a high degree if I knew her in real life. She's just… really horrible. She's a horrible person. And half her shtick is that she keeps evading consequences in spite of that. All of her mental torture of Tavros, for instance, ends in her becoming the most powerful player in the session. What sort of justice is that, Terezi? ~LOSS (15/4/24)

She hasn't entirely evaded consequences, but it's undeniable that none of the consequences she's experienced have actually stopped her from doing the things she does.

She's lost an arm, an eye, she's been beaten up, she's bled to death, and literally none of it has caused her to let up on Tavros, even a little. Letting up on Tavros, to her, would be worse than any physical harm, because it would be an attack on her worldview.

@sanctferum asked: "Has anything come of this since, actually? I haven’t heard anything about this new comic – although I do scroll in the opposite direction any time I see a reference to Homestuck, so I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t." - The general feel I've gotten from the community has been largely positive re: the new Homestuck 2 updates, which have indeed been happening. It's being updated once per month for now, so a lot slower going than non-hiatused OG Homestuck. But I'm enjoying it so far!

Once a month seems more sustainable than Hussie's original barely-believable pace for the comic. With Hussie no longer at the helm, expecting daily panels seems like a pretty big ask - most people don't have the time, money or energy do what Hussie did.

Anonymous asked: I don't know if you read UTDR fanfiction, but this Tavros and Vriska situation reminds me a little bit of Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach. she's trying to push him to his limits and torture him into being someone who will kill, and he just won't. say, what's your read on comparing Flowey : Vriska?

Flowey does what he does because he's lost his emotions, but Vriska does what she does because she's consumed by her emotions.

If anything, Flowey has more in common with Aradia. They're both time-travelers whose ability to feel is somewhat compromised.

Anonymous asked: WHATTTTTT HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BACK???????? I THOUGHT YOU WERE STILL ON A LONG ASS HIATUS BUT I JUST JOW DISCOVERED TUMBLR ISNT GIVING ME POST NOTIFICATIONS FOR YOU ANYMORE EVEN THOUGH I HAVE IT TURNED ON FOR YOU AND IT WORKS FOR OTHER BLOGS???? WHAT THE HELL. IM GOING INSANE.

This has happened before - but before, I was also removed from Tumblr's search function, which doesn't seem to be the case this time.

Is anyone else having issues with Wertsearch post notifications?

@elkian asked: So has anyone mentioned the godhood joke yet? (The God Tiers costumes have hoods. God Hoods. Badum-tish)

LOL, I did miss that.

Anonymous asked: Fun Homestuck fact! After writing Karkat, someone brought up that the writer of the 'Programming For [Expletive]s' book sounded a lot like Karkat. Andrew responded by telling them to imagine that it was actually written in all caps, basically canonizing that the 'Programming For [Expletive]s' book was written by Karkat. At least, I think that's how that went? ~LOSS (28/2/23)

And it could be any Karkat, too. Maybe one of the Karkats from a doomed timeline actually learned to code from Sollux, and became a famous ~ATH developer.

@morganwick asked: So with conversation 8=8 apparently taking place in the immediate aftermath of Rose destroying her gate (even technically during Descend), and Rose's attitude towards Kanaya in the part of it that we see, does that change how much you think her attitude in their previous conversations reflects her genuine mental state?

Oh yeah, no, I’m pretty sure she was genuinely in a bad mood here. Not really so much because of Kanaya, and I think the anger directed at Kanaya specifically was inauthentic, but the bad mood itself was real. She'd recently been injected with several months of traumatic memories, after all.

@manorinthewoods asked: That panel, of John in Vriska's 'fabulous outfit', is actually pretty neat, because you can see from the proportions how young John really is. He's small, not even fully a teenager yet, and he's been thrown into this chaotic world of humans and trolls, quadrants, violence and danger. Everyone in the game must be scared, in some degree, but none of them ever show it. It makes you wonder just how strong Skaia's children really are. ~LOSS (29/4/23)

Seriously. In what universe are 13-year-olds the people most qualified to make universes? Sburb has some very funny ideas about the optimal way it should be played.

I suppose this is something that had to be true, though, for Homestuck to be the coming-of-age story that Hussie wanted it to be.

Anonymous asked: My interpretation has always been that "the Blind Prophets" are actually just Terezi herself, in a time loop-y/predestined way. She's blind, her class is Seer, AKA prophet, and those are her numerals. Also, on an unrelated note, but to weigh in on your last ask, according to Latin conventions, the plural of lusus is lusus. Does Homestuck follow those conventions? Well…

Or, since there are two Seers in Homestuck, maybe they’re Terezi and Rose. She’s a Light Player, so a blinding would be suitably ironic.

Anonymous asked: re: captchalogue codes and the states of objects: it takes a relatively small change in the physical arrangement of atoms and whatnot to turn a ghost dad poster into, say, a little monsters poster, but the two have a relatively large difference between their conceptual nature. on the other hand, it would take a relatively large rearrangement of atoms to make the slime pogo ride be anything other than a slime pogo ride. perhaps this makes the former change state more easily than the latter? alternatively, maybe the captcha system just knows that all it would really take to make the slime pogo ride stop being covered in oil is soap and water and it's happy to do that on its own, but paper is harder to clean so it wants you to jump through more hoops for that one new question: if john had used his posters for alchemy before he was able to see their defacement, would the resultant objects also be beclowned? evidence seems to suggest that players with unawakened dream selves Will draw on their walls in their sleep and not see it until Ready, so there not being mechanisms in place to deal with that seems less likely than the alternative to me, but especially considering people who aren't them Can see the drawings, how??? would that even??? work??? what would've happened if john had done alchemy with the arms cake. i think it would be funny to see that

I think he’d still get the clown posters.

The kids keep accidentally making magic items, so It's clearly possible for someone to alchemize an object with properties they didn't foresee. Therefore, I think John would make what appears, to him, to be a normal poster - but Rose would still see it as it truly is.

Anonymous asked: any thoughts on what the horrorterrors are? beyond their (admittedly vague) intentions?

I think they’re a sign of the wider cosmology beyond Sburb - and, more specifically, a sign that there is a wider cosmology beyond Sburb.

I don't know if we'll necessarily get more expansion on them than we've already had, because their whole shtick is that they're unknowable. Needless to say, I'd love to be proven wrong.

[noctivagant-corvid]

heres whative been doing:

cayman islands -> miami, have 2 be at airport at 9, land in miami at 12 am tome 2 pm local time

flight from Miami-> chicago starts at 4 pm local time

we get various delays until 6:30pm (thr time i was supposed to br home). i sat in that plane for 2 hours

the various delays were 1. donald trump came to miami and nobodys allowed to fly while hes there and b. one of the takeoff functions malfunctioned

we havr to get off the plane adter 3 hrs and sit in rhe gate

we move 2 FIVE DIFFERENT GATES

at 8:30 they bring us back on the plane

trump is leaving now and we have to wait

he gets two flat tires we have to wait more

a federal law requires our pilot to not fly anymore 10 minutes beffore trump leaves

they give us a new pilot but he has 2 get here and get ready

its currently 12:03 we’re getting our third safety presentation of this flight so maybe we get off yhe ground this time?? eho knows

the airplane doesnt have ac btw

ive eaten 8 chicken nuggets, 2 dr peppers, and a pack of juicy fruit today. i may fight god

im not having a good tome

[queenwille]

Israel just bombed more camps in khan yonis killing 50+ kids. Unlike your “fOrTy BeHeAdEd bAbiEs” this is real and is being live streamed. I mean what if the hostages u keep crying for are in there ?Bombing camps and burning kids? If idf gave any fucks to the hostages they wouldnt bomb the entire place without any kind of precision. Are the hostages made up of steel or something that they wont die in bombings?

Bring them home but let’s also make sure they are killed in bombings before that- i mean what?

Anyways the karma has started from biden and it will get you all genociders. Its not 20 or 40 kids its THOUSANDS of kids suffering from burns amputations starvation and death but am 100% sure you monsters do not see them as humans and that is why you are just not capable of any empathy whatsoever.

Palestine’s flag has reached the entire globe.Thousands have held it in their hands who didn’t even know a place called Palestine existed. And israel never imagined this would happen. Anyone with basically an ounce of humanity and intelligence is able to recognize the relentless hunger of Zionists for land and power.

So yea this is the beginning of israel’s end.

And the suffering of these thousands of innocent people and kids thats been happening BEFORE oct 7 will one day end and everyone complicit will pay.

Thanks to all the jews who came forward spoke the truth and are standing in support of Palestine and its freedom from the occupiers. And thats how we know how fake the AnTiSEMiTe screams of Zionists are.

what a great ask to cover a few topics i’ve been wishing to cover. this is like the holy grail of #basicziostereotype. let’s go:

1. if you actually bothered to read the stuff i write, or like engage with them bLoOd tHirSTy ZiOs, you’d find out that we don’t all think the same, or support the same things. we definitely don’t have a beehive mind. one of the main reasons why hamas even managed to pull oct7 in the first place, was how split israelis were politically and ideologically. one of the main issues were, and remains, how to approach palestinians btw. so yeah, being zionist or even living in Israel doesn’t automatically mean you drink pal blood for tea time, yanno.

2. i’m going to be really controversial here, try to stay seated and not go off the rails- being israeli/zionist? it doesn’t mean you support the government’s actions. shocking, i know. for some reason everyone literally everywhere it makes sense for them to oppose to the government, but when israelis say it???? ���lol ya lying you voted for them” (well let’s not really go there it’s for another post and the US voted for trump fucking again) “lol the protests don mean nothin theyre just for show” (sure bc people get arrested over them left and right just for funssies) “doesn’t mean you support the gov any less” (so what are protests for in your country for) “you still live in israel” (you still live in….[insert any country the colonized the land you’re currently standing on])

3. i say government and not IDF, like you did, because (and i’ve mentioned this before SO MANY FUCKING TIMES and hopefully some of yall will remember this part at some point)- the IDF makes no decisions on their own. this isn’t even about israel, it’s about basic civic knowledge that you should have acquired in high school. you people don’t understand how completely dumb you sound when you say about the military of a country not ruled by its military that “if the idf gave a fuck, they wouldn’t have”. it just literally doesn’t work that way. when a country is not ruled by the military- they. don’t. call. the. shots. they only follow rules. yeah, they (they, in israel, being the highest ranking person in the IDF, the commander in chief), constantly advise the government (in israel, mainly the PM and minister of defense directly) and sit at some cabinets. see how i said ~some~ and not all? if you’ll ever listen to the IDF spokesman, he always mentions on his PSAs that they’ll operate under state/government orders.

4. your glee regarding the israeli hostages being in danger, but also biden’s announcement regarding his health issues, sure is a very interesting way to support human rights, but go off.

5. lol bestie, just cause you found out now, doesn’t mean we didn’t have pro pals since like forever lol love how some of yall are sure this started with you.

6. lol okahhhy “this is the beginning of israel’s end” lol bc you remembered to join in on the festivities now after 77 years lol 🎵cause the party don’t start till i waaaaaalk innnn🎵

7. since you’re in the game of finding out about world wide atrocities, are you interested in some more, or are you just interested when jews are involved???

8. tHaNkS tO aLL tHe jEwS wHo aRe LiKaBLe<<that deserve my respect>> <<in a not antisemitic way of course>>

[capt-zjaybird]

Do you like the crunch of dead leaves?

Part 1/?

Childhood friends, Teen!Kick (au? what-if? hc?)

TW: none :)

a/n: deciding to post what I have as of now and continue the story in another post in the far foreseeable future. Here's a bite and we'll see how it goes. First fanfic btw!

Trees rustle with each blow that combs through them, their dry leaves flaking off the arms of branches, the twigs sway slightly with the balding.

You weren't quite sure why you were out at this hour, strolling down the cracked pavement of a dusty old road, watching as the fallen leaves puddle up at the roots of their trees. For all you cared, you could've been at home, in the comfort of your room, tapping away at your gaming console. You could've taken the time to beat that new timed level you've been struggling with.

But no, you were outside. You couldn't help but wrap your coat around yourself a little tighter. It wasn't exactly your size, a little bigger than what you'd normally wear. The coat's color was a faded marble blue, a thrift store steal, sure, but it keeps you warm, so it's a keeper.

You continue walking to the edge of town as the chilly autumn wind nipped at your skin, painting your face with a red flush from the cold.

The surrounding scenery is a mix of warm colors, which is kind of funny when the actual temperature is quite the opposite. Who thought it would be a good idea to make shedding trees red, orange, and yellow, for you to look at and feel warm, when in actuality you're freezing your fingers off.

Your shoes scrape against the black asphalt.

This road is old, wasn't used as often. There were already cracked on the sides, pebbles sprinkled wherever rain touched. It was too rocky for skating, sadly, but perfect for walks. This part of the neighborhood didn't have residents, so it was nearly silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves, or an echo of a bird call in the distance.

Quiet, dark, and overgrown, sprawling with weeds that poked out of the cracks, vines tried to cross the road, undisturbed by anything else. Sometimes, you wonder if the road would fall apart from how ancient and weathered it was.

You glance at your flip phone to check the time, its dim screen lighting up, contrasting to the darkness.

5:44 PM.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, puffing up in the air in a chilly cloud, before fading away. Since you had your phone out, you decided to read your messages again, double-checking your conversation with your friend, of sorts.

"cya east nbrhd at 6"

"y?"

"wna sho u sumn"

You were skeptical when you first received the text message, that boy was always up to something unusual, and he'd try to drag you in with him. This time though, it worked, since you actually came out tonight.

Sometimes, you wonder about your little friendship with the strangest nerd in middle school.

When you first met him, you were actually paired for a topic report. He insisted on doing everything on the project himself, but you didn't leave him, even if it was just simply accompanying him as he worked on the report. You felt like you needed to be around him whenever you had to work on researching or taking notes, it'd be rather lame if you contributed nothing.

After a couple of days, you seemed to gravitate towards each other whenever you spotted each other in school, normally because you'd talk about the research project. Chatting about the reporting topic trickled into questions to fill the silence, and rippled into more personal conversations regarding each other.

It was a nice change, to have a face you recognize. He didn't say much at first, but after he tolerated you enough to let you stay, he grew more talkative in your presence.

During the first few days of when you started hanging out with him, you noticed how he always seemed to carry a little camcorder wherever he went. It was almost like a kid carrying around his favorite toy, taking it everywhere. Silly, yet endearing. You couldn't help but tease him about it, hence giving him a little nickname, Cam.

He reacts rather positively to the name, Cam. In fact, he responds more eagerly to the nickname. Those eyes would always light up like little fireflies when he hears that simple nickname escape your lips, unlike the small grumble and an aversion of his eyes he'd usually react with whenever his actual name was used.

Before you knew it, you started hanging out with Cam more often, despite his eccentricities. Eventually, you were friends with the quirky dork.

Second time check, 5:52 PM.

Eight more minutes, he should be here.

You lift your gaze, scanning the surrounding trees and shrubbery, searching for... Well, something, anything, really, like light, or some sort of movement.

Another breeze combed through you, raking a shiver through your body. You just hope that you find that idiot before anything else finds either of you.

The rustling of a bush to the right catches your gaze, and your head turns toward the direction of he disturbance, watching the tall grass settle before your eyes.

The fog-filtered sunlight that spewed in through the obscuring trees gave little illumination, but it wasn't enough for you to spot anything. What could it be? A bear? No, no, those things are far too big, you would've spotted it already by now. If it were wolves, there should be more than just one.

This wasn't good. It was progressively getting dark, and you're too far from the nearest house to call for help. Running back home without a light would be a damn tripping hazard.

What if there's a wild animal out here? It must've already sniffed out your scent. You knew there's a scarcity of food for beasts during the autumn, so what if it was hungry?

You're pretty sure you can't run very fast, damn the heavens for making you the last choice at groupings in Phys Ed.

The thumping within your chest grew more prominent as your gaze wanders, scanning any moving bush, any rustling of leaves.

Another sound, the bushes rattled, footsteps race towards your location.

Your eyes widen as you snap your head towards the trees, watching a swift figure leapt in front of you, arms outstretched, ready to snatch you up and pull you into the leaves, taking you away from ever going home and seeing the light of day again.

Silence bit at your face. You slowly open your eyes, when did you even close them?

Before you was a looming figure, keen eyes brimming with anticipation, watching your reaction closely, matching the intensity of the camera lens that recorded the moment.

Your eyebrows nearly rose to your hairline as you blinked, the imaginary puzzle pieces clicking together as you stared at the man.

Embarrassment and a trim of irritation flared up in your chest, as if your face wasn't red enough. Without a thought you had blurted out what you wished was a curse,

"Cam!"

That grin grew when you recognized who the boy was, and a teasing snicker escaped him as you shoved your hand against his shoulder.

"Should've seen your face," he teased, those amber eyes gleaming with mischief. He was not going to live this down.

God, you just wanted to cover your face up from how mortified you were. The jerk recorded you on that stupid camcorder, again!

A soft sigh, followed by a snicker escaped you as you look back up at him, shaking your head as he laughed at your embarrassment, his eyes lighting up as his lips curled at the corners in that shit-eating grin.

"Hey, stupid." You mutter with a half-hearted glare, which you knew wasn't filled with anger, and Cam was smart enough to tell from how a smile crept up on your face.

You reached out to cover up his camcorder's lens with the palm your hand, quickly adding, "Turn that thing off–"

"That's goin' into the collection," the camera stopping running, pausing its recording, the soft whirring within ceasing after the click.

In exasperation at his antics, you roll your eyes at his so-called collection, you knew it was just footage of you and Cam's "adventures".

And by adventures, he meant recording moments of him scaring you before or during exploration of abandoned places. Which, speaking of abandoned places, you turned towards him after overcoming your initial annoyance.

"What did you call me out here for anyway?" You question with a tilt of your head, and Cam allowed a softer smile intrude onto his face at your curiosity.

"Why did I call you t'come out here? Oh, you must be wondering. It's so cold out at this time of the year, a lil' foggy, and it's pretty late, but hear me ou–"

You interrupt his rambling, "just get to the damn point."

A flicker of amusement painted across the boy's face, you could see it with how his eyes squinted, the bastard.

"Alrigh', okay, calm down..." His hands fly up to be on level with his shoulders, palms facing towards you in a gesture of lax defense. He could tell you were getting impatient with his crap, but it was entertaining in his eyes.

You know he didn't just call you out here for nothing.

"There's this interestin' place I found." Cam explained, lowering his hands and turning on his heel, motioning with a wave of his hand to call you over.

"Walk with me."

Despite your annoyance, you obliged, moving your feet to follow him, deeper into the forest, following him through whatever shenanigan plan he's got.

Walking alongside him in the dimming road, you glance around, watching a stray red leaf drag itself across the asphalt, before you turn to Cam, expectant. He's got to explain what's going on.

A flash of his eyes giving you a side glance instilled the thought that he must've read your expectant look. Without prolonging the silence, he clears his throat.

"There's this new cool place I dug up." Cam begins, gaze shifting from the road, to you. "Y'know that one mall that closed down few weeks ago? Fool's Gold, it was called."

A furrow of thought crossed your brow as he explained, a slow turn made you look at Cam as you walked. You've heard of Fool's Gold, little local mall outside of town, beside the woods. You've never shopped there with your parents, though, they preferred the more popular and trusted Walmart.

"Yeah? What about it?" You question, the curiosity tugging your sleeve. The trees that surround the road sway to the wind.

Cam smiles, "It's closed, meanin' it's abandoned. Nobody goes there anymore." He points out, you can recognize that intent shimmer in his honeycomb eyes, he's set on his goal.

You feel your face deadpan for a second, both out of hearing the obvious brought to light, and the cold. "This going into the 'abandoned places' collection?"

You knew about his little stash of tapes and digitally saved memories. The actuality of his exploration videos are what he calls "documentation of unvisited locations", or something like that, though you know damn well he considers you his star in his videos. The reason as to why he always records moments of you is all "for the memories", he says.

You're not quite sure why he'd need so many recordings of you, but it makes him happy to have them. Perhaps in the future, when you're all old and graduated college, you'd have these stupid little videos of your teenhood, evidence of all the shenanigan's you've done, and maybe you'd find a sort of nostalgia.

Either way, you're headed out to the abandoned mini mall that Cam speaks of. Whatever you find there might surprise you, you might get lucky and score some free goodies, or if you're unfortunate, you'd get murdered in that isolated place, and nobody would even know if it weren't for the camera footage that your friend had.

You just hope nothing bad would happen tonight...

[tvx6000]

inevitable contentment

genre : fluff, slight angst, comfort

pairing : seungmin x fem!reader

warnings : anxiety, overstimulation

wc : 700

t-note: i honestly hate this fic, i feel like it makes no sense and is kinda corny, but it's still worth posting ig. again, my writing has gotten better i swear!!! this is probably over a year old, and completely self indulgent. anywho, i'd appreciate any feedback you have, enjoy cuties! (btw, a rotring is a cool pencil!!! just 4 context, i just love them lol)

1:22 pm

honestly…. you had never known u could be so aware of so many things before. the way that butterfly shaped group number swung gently as it hung above the desks. the discarded rotring 600. 0.5- i mean who would just throw away a perfectly good black and red rotring??  

and although you could spend hours pondering on how someone could be so careless and stupid to throw away SUCH… a good pencil. though deep down, you knew that this wasn’t real. i mean yeah you were definitely in your 4th period mythology class and there was DEFINITELY a perfectly good S tier pencil laying on the ground diagonal from you but, this wasn’t the real reason your brain was going 1000 miles per minute. i mean that doesn’t even qualify as a real reason to be so hyper aware and anxious but really, the itch you had to get up and grab that pencil was this close to sending you into an aneurysm. 

but before you could begin to work up the courage, that bittersweet sound of the school bell rang. signaling it was time for lunch. 

you swiftly grabbed all your things and left, sending a sweet smile toward your teacher on the way out.

as you made your way through the halls, you contemplated bailing. you knew the minute you saw him everything in you, whatever it was, would come crashing down and you’d end up crying into his chest for the entirety of lunch. again.

but you knew better than that. you knew that the minute you didn’t show he’d start blowing up your phone and searching all over for you and someway, somehow, he’d find you. so with a deep sigh, you continued your trek toward the empty orchestra room.

upon your arrival, you could already feel the lump in your stomach. slowly climbing its way up your esophagus, soon to find its home in your throat. but it's already long forgotten as you see that gorgeous head of black hair. almost instantaneously you feel a comforting warmth fill your chest. 

you shuffle foot to foot, waiting for him to notice you’re there. although the manga he’s reading seems to have quite the interesting plot.

then, as if he could sense you waiting, his head whipped around. jesus, is he okay? looks like he almost got whi-

“oh my goodness”

he shot up giddily and started walking toward you

oh boy here comes the waterworks

your face contorts into an awkward look as you try to keep the last of your dignity to yourself just this once, but that no longer matters anymore as he wraps his arms around your waist and beams you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hi sweetness”

he says in the most gentle voice you could’ve ever imagined

but now, your brain begins to focus a little less on the pretty boy in front of you and a little more on the ache in your throat as you let out a watery,

“hi”

seungmin immediately leaned back to see if he could catch a glance of your face but you could feel the tears about to drop, and you couldn’t handle anymore embarrassment right now

“what’s wrong baby? what happened”

you simply shook your head in response, knowing you’d let out an ugly sob if you tried talking. 

“cmon sweet girl look at me, tell me what’s wrong”

you sniffled sharply, desperate for the tears to stop,

“nothing minnie, just a bad day..”

he then wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, moving one up to your head,

“i know that’s not it babe but i won’t push you, you wanna eat and read with me?”

you sniffled one last time before nodding,

“yes please.”

he pulled away but kept a hand on your head and moved it down to the back of your neck, bringing his thumb around to stroke your cheek

squeezing with only a bit of pressure, he quietly grunted

“ugh i just love you so much”, he mumbled with feigned irritation

you let out a small laugh and grabbed his wrist to pull him toward the chairs he had previously made himself comfortable in,

“come on im starving”

he looked at you with raw adoration in his eyes, 

“alright baby let’s go.”

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 10. drunk confessions

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none

word count ‼️1,043 / 1k wrds !!

yunjins apartment, 09:47 pm

the rest of the day was boring. from seven am till now, nothing eventful as happened, hyunjin wasnt even home so you decided to visit yunjin. honestly, you forgot about drinking till you saw rikis twt

“oh” how thoughtful it was for him to remind you,

10:06 pm — drinking w yunjin

“yunjiiinnnn, this isnt faiirr!!” you sulk, face is hot and sweaty from the soju. “that shouldve been meeee..”

“ynnn, what if shes his sister or something??” yunjin pats your hair, “its okay baby, we’ll ask him tomorrow”

“but i wanna talk to him now, we havent talked since yesterday” you can’t believe youre acting so soft for a Man..

“no ml, uve already had too much to drink” she snatched your phone out of your hands, and damn you wish you hadnt been so stubborn that night

quickly, you took your phone back from her grasps and opened imessage,,

🔍 search : my loser baby 🙈🙈 🎙️

riki didnt even realize he dropped everything he was doing just to come and take care of you,

“im so doomed..”

1:38 am

ding dong, the doorbell rang and yunjin went running to it

“thank god youre here, just go straight n take a right and she should be over there”

“alright, thank you.” he bowed as a sign of respect, “im riki, btw” reaching his hand out to the brown haired girl in front of him

“yunjin” they shake hands

whys he so sweaty… - yunjin

“ugh hes so pretty its so annoying.” you yelled from the room you were in, not realizing you were shouting “i cant keep pretending like i dont wanna kiss his plump ass lips when i see him..” you cried out, tears falling down your cheeks

“youre so dramatic, yn!” yunjin made sure u heard her, “why are you crying!?”

whos she talking abt ..? — riki

suddenly, you felt a hand lift your chin up, forcing you look up to riki with teary eyes. the sight tugged his heart strings, he cant bear to look at you like this. he took a seat beside u, and with a gentle touch, he reached out and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of romantic tension between you two

“stop crying, u look so ugly”

“…”

“why were u crying anyways”

“cause i fuckign hate you”

“wtf did i do”

“i hate you so much, u do all of this just to get my hopes up” you punch his chest

“what..?” rikis heart skipped a beat

“i dont even know how i liked you in the first place, youre such an ass to me.” what a blatant lie you just told, even he treated you better than most of your exes

“…”

“you make me jealous even though you arent mine,,”

“yn, youre drunk go home” yunjin cuts you off but was too late to save you from the embarrassment in the morning.

rikis car, 2:22 am

riki watched as you stumbled out of yunjins apartment, steps unsteady and words slurred. concerned, he approached you with caution

“yn, are you alright?” riki asked

you looked up at him, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. you giggled, swaying slightly as you tried to maintain your balance

“riki!” you exclaimed, voice overly enthusiastic. “i have something important to tell you!” the anger from earlier left your body

“yn, maybe its best if we wait until youre sober,” riki suggested gently, his voice filled with concern and nervousness

you pouted, your expression morphing from excitement to disappointment. you leaned closer to him, he can smell the alcohol from your breath

“why do u have to be so cute..” — riki

he sighed as his heartbeat raised, “lets get you home, and we can talk about this when you’re feeling better, alr?”

you nodded, eyes still filled with a mix of nothing and everything at the same time. riki guided you gently, supporting you as you walked into his car. the silence between you two felt heavy with tension, both aware of the awkwardness that hung in the air

your apartment, 2:48am

upon reaching your doorstep, riki helped u unlock the door. you stepped inside, and flopped down on the couch, head spinning from the alcohol

“hyunjin??” riki looked around the apartment for him, looking for someone to take care of you when he leaves, but he wasnt there “ig ill do it..” his ears turned red

riki gently led u to the bathroom to help u freshen up. with a warm washcloth, he began wiping away the remnants of the night, gently dabbing at your flushed cheeks and smoothing ur disheveled hair (niki husband material era😍)

with u cleaned up, he led u to the bedroom. he helped you settle under the covers, making sure you were comfortable. as he turned to leave, your hand shot out, gripping his tightly

“dont go,” you pleaded, voice vulnerable. “stay..”

riki paused, his heart fluttered at your touch and your words. he could sense the sincerity in your plea but he also knew you were drunk. like yunjin said, u werent able to think on your own yet

“i dont want to take advantage of you, yn” riki replied, his voice filled w concern. “youve had a lot to drink, ill be back in the morning dw”

your grip on his hand tightened, your eyes pleading him not to leave

“i know im drunk, riki,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “i have known ever since you washed my face. i dont want you to go, i need you here with me, please”

riki looked into your eyes, searching for sincerity and clarity amidst the haze of alcohol. in exchange, he saw the raw honesty and the fear of losing his presence.

“alr then,” riki conceded softly. “ill stay with you but we need to promise each other that we’ll talk abt this conversation when ure fully sober”

you nodded, relief washing over your features

as your breathing steadied, riki stayed by your side, hands intertwined. he watched over you, his presence offering solace in the midst of your vulnerability

“goodnight, yn” he whispered gently as he thought about everything

did u guys miss me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🩷🤍🩷

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[kidfoundonstreets]

LOVEBRUSH CHRONICLE. YOU LIKE?

ill try to keep it brief 1/20397

lovebrush chronciles is an otome game deisgbed by team/company I AM ACTUALLY NOT SURE DESPITE YOU SEEING IT EVRRYTIME YOU ENTER THE GAME HOLD ON neteaze games (passion of gamers) and it is about altnerate universes, time fuckery, and school life.

the game begins introducing itself as a regular otome school life sim (my condolences to the fans who fell for william first sight only to find out hes not an actual love interest trust me i see u i feel u) but then WHAM BAM!! just when u thougut ur girl best friend was lookin kinda cute she gets X_x in this summon circle and you jump in to save her only to find out youre now in a royal cage surrounded by people that needa sacrifice you to save themselves from their own doom. oh and youre not in your own world anumore good luck have fun

so now here goes the different plots and paths with the love interests. the way i playrd it was as they introduced it, which was ayn aklaid lars claerence. no cael route yet which rips me apart every night. the love interests seem to have consistent values throughout most universes despite all of their diferet upbringings which i find pretty cool considering schoollife and royaltylife are two completely drastic diferent things, and also i nejoy how mc is written with more character and an amazing design to match the rest of the beautifully drawn cast

on that topic the art is GORGEOUS. i have never seen such beautiful detailed art in a game before and i assure you it will not disappoijnt. the graphics and smoothness of the game are especially a great touch. THERES A MINI STORY FOR EACH CARD BTW SR AND UP ITS SO GOOD becasenit feels as if the creatoes actually put care and give a shit into whar theyre writing and drawing and even in little events the absolute quality and depth of the cast shines theough its just i cannot express how much you need to play tjis game if you like dating sims ITS FREE TOO??,×*#&@ IMSO SAD WHY ID OBEYEME GETTING SM ATTENTION WHEN THIS IS SITTJNGHERE HUH dont get me wrong i too was in that hole but trust me brother there is only one man worth it there and obeyeme sure as hell isnt gonna do it justice with its 200+ chapter peobably plotline

anywya its 11 pm and ibhave no idea how to organize this post so ill just go through the cast

he is my plaything

ANYWAY ayn is so maahh hes the stupid cat that sleeps on me at night HE USED YO BE MY FAV AND WAS EXACTLY MY TYPE OFF THE BAT ITS SO IRONIC HES MY LEASY LIKED NOW but hes still very good and god you need to see this

^^ bisexual dilemma

^^ HIS EMO PHASE

i like him as a side piece, he has a nice personality but it doesnt stick out to me as much as the rest but i heavily respect the enjoyers of him

Aigh now

HHHRHRGGGHWH HHRGGBW WHWHWBW W SLSOPE9282B3BDND BSHSJW W GHENRBR .R FJJGGW HJ W..B GHN.F. H . THROWSUP aklaid my dear my darling ! i lvouou my little STARBOY my favorite my self sacrificing devoted prince who acts soo nice but is the cause of his own decay. smooochh I ADORE HIM dude one time he almost dies and mc is like "i am so sorry" and hes smiling qhile saying "nono! this is the happiest ivebeen" GET THERAPY

lars is my favorite lesbian

im onsessed w him hes always fun no matter where he is and yet they still dont dumb him down the moments where hes serious only add to his character his charm is unexplainable his rizz unatainable you could never

my TRUE favorite lesbian

MY FABORITE MY FABORITE KY DAVROITE I WAS SO WORRIED HOW I WOULD ENKOY HIM BECAUSE SO KUCH WAS UNKNOWN BUT AHGGWDHHSHW HIS ROUTE HIS DEPTH EVERYTHING IT MAKES ME SO SADITS HWARTBREAKING DUDE "HAIR HOLDS MEMORIES" IM GONNA SOB INTO MY HANDS I CANT BELIEVE I LOVE A MAN NAMED CLARENARENCNEUXIHQBQ SHUTOROSHUSITP oh and he really likes cats :D

i have run out of images but cael caught my eye since the beginning and i dont know whats wrong with him is he my parental figure my wife my side piece my worst enemy my hater my lover my killer my doomer my caretaker my one-time-leave-you-for-nine-months

i genuinely cannot stand him hes the one who i always run to and check on firstin efents and stories not claerence not lars not alkaid but fucking CAEL.

i cant help it maybe in the end my heart really belongs to him because im still waiting for his route and for him to show moreemotion and maybe break down or slowly go through the agony of learning to accept love despite everything despite you

this is the only part i feel a little uneased about in the writers hands.. they are very capable hands.. but will they do him right.. hes so stupidly simple but not it makes me grit my teeth and die

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THANK YOU EVERYPONY FOR REASING IF YOU DID PLEASE SMASH THAT OIKE AND SUBACRIBE BUTTON FOR MORE UNHINGED RANTS IM SORRY FOR BEING AUSTISTIC AND MAY DO IT AGAIN ♡♡ GOD BLESS

[squigglyoctosquigglez]

assinging each cpds member a milgram song (except Undercover. no one is Es here. except maybe Lucy. yeah Lucy is Es now she gives the verdicts for each of their murders-)

for those who don't know, milgram is a fictional music project that involves a prison that hold 10 prisoners, each had been the sole cause of someones death (not just murder) and the only real clues to their "sin" is through songs !! there's also es they're the prison warden

i got this idea at like 10 pm today in my timezone, i say random ass shit here too please dont judge im tired

chris - Throw Down (uhh reading the lyrics chris is the kind to like really care but hes just done with everyone), Triage (he does not want to be deemed INNOCENT [he's still getting voted innocent])

dennis - After Pain ("“I’m sorry” won’t reach anyone (I hope it will someday) " dennis seems like the kind of kid to be bullied in school), Magic (dennis is at heart, childish. and also probably had shit parents. nothing wrong with the first one, everything wrong with the second one), The Purge March (eh hes probably not in a cult but like still he follows orders a bit too much to order idk how to explain it he remembers everything exactly except his own lines so like)

robert - half (kazui literally starts preforming an opera in the mv for this, anyways uhhh denise), It's Not My Fault (its literally in the name), Cat ("Love (plus) Destiny = Crap, smash it, shatter it, bye-bye / That sticky-sweet sequence: Dinner + Camouflage + You-Know-What / Loving Affection (minus) Love, it’s tacky, this two-way deceit / Victim and Perpetrator, let’s keep it simple" continuing half "Phew, oh wow I’m drunk, Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do?" this song is so painfully robert its insane idk why also kazui (prisoner singing the song) eats a fucking dove in the mv btw do with that info what you want idk)

sandra - MeMe (i have no actual reason for this just take my word for this one), It's Not My Fault (datte datte warekurai mon-), I Love You / Daisuki (see max's description) (im sorry there's still like 1 trial left, idk there's only like 20 songs)

max - This is how to be in love with you (title speaks for itself, max is a very loving person! sometimes too loving… like mahiru (prisoner singing the song) i think they would get along actually), I Love You / Daisuki (this song goes too hard to have that title, anyways Mon-mon-monstrously in love in love / Mon-mon-monstrous, cuz I love you so much / Mon-mon-monstrously in love in love / A monstrous dilemma!!!) (someone protect him)

johnathan - Weakness (idfk "ahHaHA, Please notice me. ahHaHA, Someone please notice me."), All-Knowing And All-Agony (probaby was neglected as a child or something idk now he indirectly relys on robert please dont listen to me im jsut spouting random shit atp im tired its 11 pmg now)

vanessa - Umbilical (i actually have no good reason for this), Tear Drop (i dont think she wants to be voted innocent for her murder [news flash, shes still getting voted innocent]), Double (or not innocent! idk man shes not mikoto (prisoner singing the song) but i gotta give his songs to someone and she kinda fits)

annie - HARROW (annie and trevor are similar in goals, to take down sin and make them pay for what they've done. however they do it in two different ways. idk those two different ways probably direct death threats (trevor) and an indirect slow death (annie). i have no fucking clue what im talking about actually), Deep Cover ("Don’t you dare stop now I want a reason for judgment execution, I want it" idk what kotoko (prisoner singing the song) ment by this but uhh do what you want with that)

trevor - Bring It On (see HARROW), Backdraft (LISTEN TO THE SONG ITS A FUCKING BANGER- anyways i have no reason for this than this connects with bring it on Burn, burn! An ever-victorious FIRE, burn so high till it becomes ash / Burn, burn! Deliciously scorched, till your mouth waters / Flames closing in, can’t douse this FIRE)

[academiawho]

im also giving my 12th boards this year, and i see posts on my dash all the time. please share advise on how to remember what i studied for physics and chem please

btw, all the best <3

Hello! While I graduated 12th grade a while ago, I'm happy to see you in my ask box.

Here goes the tips I used and some I tried to imbibe for smooth sailing in boards:

1. Focus on previous papers: I'm of the belief that if you do something enough times, you are bound to remember it in time of need. I revised a lot of my senior's papers (I ignored the questions/topics from the deleted syllabus to save time) and my prelim papers, all sets. It ended up helping me because the examiners lose shock value if we prepare all the questions their mind has been wanting to print.

2. NCERT: Have someone explain it to you if you are not able to decipher it. NCERT is not as comfortable to read and retain as ICSE books like Selina, Viraf Dalal etc. So it is imperative that you understand the meaning or motive behind NCERT's topics. Teachers should be of good help in this matter.

3. Supplementary sources: Youtube is fine to understand concepts, but I've seen a lot of my peers (and at a point, myself) make it their personality and their only study source. Please try not to if you have a healthier alternative available (like tuitions, extra classes, coaching). Do not run behind extra books like HCV, DC, ABC, Elementary for your boards. It doesn't really help for subjective examinations.

4. Formula sheets: Especially for Optics, Physical Chemistry and Genetics (rarely). Make them, whether as a rough copy, or a rote learning session, or a paper with tricks. But revision of that sheet is a must.

5. Parkinson's Law: "Parkinson's Law is the old adage that work expands to fill the time allotted for its completion." Basically, a task will take up as much as time as you plan it in. Revising Modern Physics will take near 30 minutes if you think it will take 30 minutes. But if you think it will take a full day, then it shall. So plan wisely and have confidence in yourself to make that work.

6. And lastly but by no means the least: Practice writing the paper. It may seem silly to think that sitting down with a sheet similar to the actual answer booklet, attempting a paper with the seriousness of the actual exam, may be tedious. However, it is more useful than it is tedious. It resolves any anxiety regarding appearing in the exam.

If you need to talk about this or anything else, feel free to ask me in my ask box or via pm or in my posts. All the best!

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

FREE TAROT READINGS - 10 PEOPLE ONLY. First ten people get a reading with me !

Im feeling really charitable around the holidays and bringing forth my gifts in helping everyone who is looking for a pick me up.

My angels are guiding me to this side of light <3 I've been a tarot reading for almost 9 years and put things to a holt for a long time.

However the gift never went away, i just know its divine timing. And i want people to see themselves, their spark, their goals, their dreams etc. It gives me purpose, and i want to do the same for others.

Because its such a high demand for tarot readings I've decided to do my first ten for free ! Then later if it calls for it, i will do more. The difference it wont be a long time. As my readings do go to 30-1 hr.

Im spacing out how many i do each week. So I have slots available.

First picks are. (all times are pacific btw)

Friday (12/22)at 1:30 PM

Tuesday (12/26) 7:30 PM

Wednesday (12/27) 1 - 5 PM it doesn't matter just talk to me

Thursday (12/28) 4 PM

Saturday (12/30) 5: 30 PM

Tuesday (1/2) new year!!! 6:30 PM

Thursday (1/4) - 12:30 PM, 1:30 PM, 2:30 PM, 5:30 PM

We can do online zoom, phone call, whatever works for you <3

My reading options are as followed:

CHART OF THE SOUL

Learn about gifts and abilities, what you're here to do in this life time.

this reading goes on for easily 30 minutes!

LOVE READINGS

Touch on love life, past life, any crushes you have we will get to the reality of them. Twinflames, soul mates, etc.

Any questions you have on love life will be answered in a 30 minute time span <3

MONEY READINGS

Having a hard time keeping money? Spirit guides want you to know its time for more money, but wait... what does your soul need to do to get it? For some of us its easy, for others.. not so much. Join me and we will find out ways you can keep money in your pocket?

SPIRIT TEAM - What do they want from you?

A guides for what you must do to work with ancestors, spirit team, guides etc. A Path to communicate with them in a way. This is a Mediumship option. So choose if you would like !

DARK PATH, NIGHT OF THE SOUL?

Shadow self, dark energy surfacing? Need help on how to relieve this energy and weed out the worse? Work with me as i work with you. This is one of my therapy sessions so I want to work with you all if i can <3

We'll have a 5 minute singing bowl session with the singing bowl of choice <3 ( i have solar plexus, sacral, third eye, and throat)

i hope we all have an amazing holiday season <3 first to ask is the first to get one. lets go n enjoy !!!!

UPDATE: 9 left ! if you see it marked off that time is taken. Happy holidays !