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[grassintheclouds]

2024.6.18

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[selfishdoll]

❛ ..SO, SO MUCH.❜

I need you bad I can't take this pain | Boy I'm 'bout to go insane ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ NEED U BAD.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

you thought you were fine breaking up with your highschool sweetheart & avoiding him for a year. when, in actuality, you were not.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

angst (tiny amount), jaded reader (at first) exes to lovers, y’all were highschool sweethearts fr, tattoo artist! choso & college student reader (both 21+), “i missed you” type sex, choso being a sweetheart & very understanding, reconciling, multiple orgasms, oral sex (fem receiving ofc he’s a munch), soft dom choso, pet names & praise, excuse the amount of plot i got carried away, etc.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

jasmine sullivan & yoci carrying most of my plot ideas. this took way too long omg. also, excuse any typos or grammar mistakes as this wasn’t proofread. also this is 4k+ words so yeah.

How did relationships work? How did love work? Relinquishing a part of yourself to someone, expecting them to cherish and take care of it; doing the same for them. It was something you found silly, maybe even a little arrogant. You’ve seen too many woman in your life give a part— even their entire selves to their partners, only for the relationship to fall apart. Cheating, lies, simply drifting away from one another; so many excuses, so many reasons on why you avoided relationships like the plague.

Until you met him, Kamo Choso.

You remember clearly as if it was yesterday. Freshman year, he was seated in the back of your shared English class. Boredly looking ahead as if he didn’t want to be there. He looked rugged, maybe even a little depressed; overall, you didn’t see yourself becoming friends.. let alone lovers.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Choso had somehow slipped into your life through your beloved shared friend Yuki Tsukumo. From then on things fell into place. You don’t know when or why you started falling for him.

Was it because he was so caring to his younger brother Yuji? Or maybe how sweet he was to you? Always asking if you were okay, always by your side when things got tough, always encouraging you..

You fell, and you fell hard. But Choso fell much harder.

To him, you were perfection. Carefully crafted with zero flaws. He wanted to get on his knees and thank your mother personally for creating you. That’s how much you meant to him.

The moment these thoughts entered his mind he acted fast, declaring his feelings for you sophomore year of highschool. Not even letting himself linger for a month. He wanted, no, needed you as his. And to his happiness, you returned the feelings. From that day, highschool was nothing more then a bliss-filled blur.

You two became known for your loving relationship, many believing you two would marry after highschool. It was silly, you two were teenagers— yet the thought did make you smile. Everything was just.. perfect. There was nothing more you could ask for.

Until, talk of the future entered the bond you two had.

You wanted to become a nurse, planning to attend a college that had an excellent reputation for its program. While Choso wished to become a tattoo artist in your city. One wanted to stay, and one wanted to go. Choso declared he could handle a long-distance relationship, but you couldn’t. As selfish as it was, you simply couldn’t bare the thought of being away from him for so long. What if he strayed? What if you did? You couldn’t bare it at all— something you tearfully confessed to him the week before you moved onto campus.

You vividly remember the scene, it burned into your mind with no chance of escaping. How Choso stood silently, patiently; listening to your concerns and worries— expressionless when you apologized and ended the relationship. And what did he do? He approached you, carefully wiping away your tears as he’s done for you before.

“Take care of yourself.. okay?” He spoke, taking your cheek in a gentle grasp and leaning down; kissing your forehead— sealing the deal.

That chapter in your life was over. You weren’t with Choso anymore, mind focused on your studies and nothing more. A relationship would drag you down anyway.. you didn’t need him.. you didn’t miss him.

“Shit..” You hissed softly, quickly pulling the wand away from your eye, blinking rapidly. It was your own fault; rushing to put mascara on. You should have better time management skills given you were in college and all— but no. Here you were, fighting against time while attempting to finish getting yourself ready for a block party. You hadn’t a clue who was throwing it, only told — or more like forced — to attend by Yuki.

You jolted in your seat when a loud honk come from outside your house, moving around your vanity to peer outside; spotting Yuki’s familiar car. You breathed softly, standing from your chair and fixing your attire. You wore a cute white ring halter top, along with blue jean shorts and black wedge sandals. Gathering your phone, keys, and purse; the gold chain around your ankle jingled as you exited your bedroom and soon house, locking the door behind you.

Yuki rolled down her window, grinning at you as you walked down your driveway. “Uber for (Y/N)?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her shenanigans, opening the passenger side door and entering, shutting it behind you. You buckled up after placing your things down, sinking into the chair. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem, I just wanted to see your face firsthand when I tell you Choso would be there.” The words came out of her so nonchalantly, messing with her radio for a moment all while you stared at her blankly.

You reached for your door, but the woman was much faster; locking and starting up the car. You whipped around to glare at her, “Tsukumo! You told me he would be working.”

“Guess the client cancelled..” She mused, taking the car out of park and beginning to drive away from your house. Yuki side glanced, catching your annoyed expression which caused her to sigh, rolling her eyes. “Look, there’s gonna be quite a few people there— maybe you two won’t speak.” She shrugged, raising her eyebrows in hopes you would relax. You only sucked your teeth, leaning into the car door.

An entire year, you’ve two been away from each other. Contact dwindling into nothing after the second month of college. You two were simply busy leading different lives, you told yourself.

But again, it didn’t matter it’s not like you, missed him anyways.

The rest of the car ride was filled with random radio music and brief chatter, Yuki catching you up on things. You had avoided coming back for any holidays, knowing it would be too much for you. Luckily, she was more than happy to tell you about all the dirt she had on your shared friends.

She soon slowed infront of an unfamiliar house, putting the car into park and soon shutting it off. You glanced around, feeling your anxiety lift when you realized you didn’t see Choso’s car. Good, you could somehow melt into the crowd without him noticing you.

Silently you grabbed your phone deciding to leave your purse and charger in the glove compartment, you exited the car and shut the door behind you. Following Yuki up the driveway, porch, and into the house; music quickly overtook you, with the sweet smell of the grill and alcohol. Some people were resting in the living room or crowding the dining room table, but most were in the backyard playing football, or simply shooting the shit.

You glanced around, eyes twinkling at the familiar faces and waltzing up to them. Laughter and hugs ensued, catching up on things given you haven’t seen each other in about a year.

Your arm was locked around Shoko’s waist, talking about nonsense whilst watching Gojo and Geto play beer pong. Or more like Gojo mocking his best friend for missing such an easy shot.

It was nice seeing everyone like this, the stress of seeing your highschool sweetheart leaving rather quickly. For now you were swept away in nostalgia, enjoying being around the people you cared for.

A cup in hand, you recalled the time you walked in on your dorm mate having sex, cheeks burning from the permanent smile etched onto your features. One that faltered the moment excited voices called out to the pink-haired male entering the backyard.

“You’re finally here, Yuji!” Nobara grinned at her close friend, walking over to him; Megumi close behind. The young man apologized, talking about traffic or what not. You weren’t too concerned about that, given your eyes settled on the person walking in behind him.

Anxiety spilled into you, heart thumping against your chest as you took him in, your ex— Kamo Choso. Nothing much had changed about him, still as rugged and handsome as ever; dressed in a simple black compression shirt and baggy pants. It seemed he decided to forgo his usual hairstyle, the black tresses resting on his shoulders in a messy fashion. One that suited him perfectly.

Your breath hitched, watching his eyes zone in on your instantly. You didn’t wait for a reaction, quickly turning away and busying yourself with your phone. Your eyes did lift a little however when the man passed you, the familiar cologne burning your nostrils and causing your stomach to stir. Before you could even think you were lifting yourself from the chair and waltzing back into the house.

Luckily no one noticed or either failed to comment on your disappearance.

You found yourself heading over to the kitchen, grasping ahold of the silver fridge door and opening it; eyes scanning for some water. You murmured to yourself while continuing to look, attempting to ignore the harsh beating of your heart. You sighed the moment you finally found one, grasping it from its place on the shelf and standing up, closing the door.

Taking the cap off you lifted the bottle to your lipgloss stained lips, taking a few sips whilst leaning against the counter— relishing in the cold beverage. Your eyes closed in thought, attempting to map out a perfect plan on how to avoid Choso.

The backyard was a medium size, yet he was bound to be around Yuji. So, as long as you avoided him, Nobara, and Megumi— you could avoid Choso too! It was foolproof and perfect, nearly bringing a smile to your face.

Leaning up you pulled the bottle from your lips, twisting the cap back on and lifting yourself from the counter, turning and freezing. Breaching the threshold of the kitchen was Choso in all his glory, face turning from talking to someone to stare in front of him, eyes landing on you.

A brief silence entered the kitchen, simply taking the other in. Finally, Choso was the first to speak; “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey..” You spoke, annoyed by how small you sounded. You watched as he opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and shutting it closed. The man leaned against the wall beside the kitchen’s opening, opening the bottle.

You glanced around, noticing there were no many exits. You were trapped.

“How’s college?”

“Huh—“ Your head snapped back to the man, spotting his raised eyebrows, awaiting your answer. You nervously licked your lips, leaning back against the counter. “It’s uh.. been good. Classes are a little hard but, ya know.” You shrugged, feeling a heat crawl from your cheeks to the back of your ears. You dragged your gaze from the ground to him, “How’s tattooing? I heard you got your own booth, congrats.”

Choso nodded slowly, a lazy smile pulling his lips. “Yeah, thanks.” He mused softly, placing the cap back onto his water bottle. “Clientele has been good. Been going to tattoo parties and special events.. and things.”

“That’s good.” You forced a little smile, gaze faltering the moment his eyes landed on you. You felt the way they carried down your form, a familar gaze, one that always made you feel far too warm.

Another silence entered the room, both of you refusing to speak.. or leave. You told yourself time and time again you hadn’t missed Choso, that you were done; stuck on the path you’ve chosen. Yet here you were, anxiously waiting for something, anything to happen. You just.. couldn’t let go.

You gripped the bottle you held, eyes drifting back to him, zoning in on the bracelet he wore. It had red and black beads, ones all to familar to you. Starboy, was the words etched onto seven of them. You knew this, given you had your own pink and white charm bracelet labeled Stargirl.

“You still wear that?” The words left you before you could think, Choso blinking from his thoughts and glancing at his wrist. The man breathed softly, nodding soon after. “Yeah. I do.”

“Why?”

Choso went silent, leaning his head back against the wall as his eyes turned up to the ceiling. Finally he shrugged, “I don’t know.” He spoke lowly, causing you to bite your lip. Feelings you had pushed to the back of your mind began to flood within you, flashes of memories you had kept locked away following after.

You turned, rapidly blinking to eliminate the tears threatening to tread down your face. You were kidding yourself for months, thinking you hadn’t missed him. Thinking you were better then the woman in your life, able to cut a man off without a second thought. Yet your heart betrayed you in the most painful way, wanting nothing more to leap into his arms and cry.

His cologne became stronger, a gentle, familiar hand hesitantly being placed onto the one that held your bottle. Your eyes drifted to his face, spotting the concerned look he wore. That was enough for you, tears spilling and traveling down your dark brown cheeks, mouth opening but unable to speak.

But Choso knew what you wanted to say, knew how you felt. The man gently grabbed the bottle from your hand, placing it off to the side whilst his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He ignored the wet feeling that tainted his shirt, resting his chin onto your head all while continuing to hold you. Choso breathed as your shaky hands reached around, grasping his shirt as your buried your face deeper into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Choso..” You managed to whimper out, sniffling shortly after. The words escaped you again, delving into a soft mantra that caused the man to pull you even closer, softly shushing and soothing you. You stood there in his arms, feeling every bit of resolve melt away.

You missed Choso so much, it hurt. The pain rendering your whole body limp, using him for stability.

It took a moment to calm yourself down, soon pulling away, warming as the man reached over to wipe your tears. Just like he did a year ago and so many years prior.

“Why are you apologizing?.. You don’t have to—“

“I didn’t compromise. I was so stuck on myself, running at the first sign of conflict.” You spoke softly, leaning into his palm the moment held your cheek. “I want to try again.. I want to be with you again, Choso. You don’t know how much I missed you.”

The words had barely left you before his lips were covering your own, taking your breath away easily. The familiar, wonderful feeling took over your mind, hands sliding up to wrap around his neck; fingers curling into his messy hair. The moment his tongue swiped across your bottom lip you were parting them, pressing your body into him as a needy sigh escaped you. His hands traveled to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up and placing you on the counter— all while continuing the kiss.

Your legs opened wide, locking around him the moment he stepped between them. The kiss deepened, his hands resting on your ass as soft moans and hisses entering the atmosphere. Sooner then you hoped the kiss ended, pulling away as soft pants fanned on each other’s skin.

“I missed you too.. so, so much.” Choso murmured softly, gripping your plush form as if you would disappear in thin air. No other words followed, the man capturing your lips with such intensity you were tugging at his tresses. Languidly moving his lips, leaving you breathless, threatening to devour you. Your legs tightened around his form, feeling hot beneath your clothes.

His name fell from your lips in a soft whimper, pulling back and resting your head against the cabinet— gasping the moment his lips attached to your neck. Your eyebrows knitted close together, biting your lip as his teeth gently grazed your skin. “Choso, Choso.. not here— we can’t..”

While his lips didn’t stop he listened to your warning, sliding his hands underneath you and lifting you off the counter. You tightened your arms around his neck, face hot with embarrassment as he walked you from the kitchen and towards the back of the house— everyone luckily none the wiser given they were all in the backyard now.

Moving towards a random bedroom he opened the door, shutting and locking it behind him. Waltzing over to the bed he sat down, placing in you in his lap all while his lips continued to press gentle kisses against your neck, collarbone, and throat. Your hands traveled, finding the edge of his shirt and tugging on it, feeling his hands fall from your body to his shirt— peeling it off for you. Tracing his skin, feeling his sculpted sink in the moment your feathery touches reached low— gasped as Choso gently bit your neck, pushing to lay you down on the soft blankets.

“Missed this.. missed your touch, smell, how you taste..” His words drifted, catching onto the the edge of your shirt and slowly pulling off your body. Choso breathed, taking in your naked chest, leaning down. The cool, silver chain he wore tickled your skin as his lips ghosted your chest, a warm hand grabbing your breast to gently squeeze.

You gasped as his tongue glided across your areola and slowly hardening nipple, feeling his free hand flicking the button on your shorts, entering them shortly after. Choso began to suck on your hardened bud, all while his fingers breached your panties, two fingers slowly circling your clit. Your legs rose, hips rising into his touch as your head leaned back against the mattress. Soft breaths of pleasure escaped you, gripping his hair as your eyes were pinched closed.

“You missed this, pretty girl? Missed how easily I could drive you crazy from just my fingers?..” He questioned softly, fingers lowering to push into you, hissing at the way your walls clung to his digits all while his thumb busied itself, rubbing tight circles onto your hard button.

You nodded, clinging onto him as his fingers thrusted and scissored inside of you. “Yes.. fuck— yes.. Missed this so much, Choso.” You gasped, whimpers escaping you as another finger came to stretch you. Wet muffled squelches carried with each thrust and curl into your pussy, bruised lips parted as melodic moans escaped you.

The man hummed softly in enjoyment, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Sweeter, softer then the way he was ruining you with his fingers, pushing against your gummy walls affectively leading you closer and closer to your orgasm. You whimpered in his mouth, nails dragging from his hair to his arm, feeling the muscles tense with each movement of his hand.

You legs tightened around him, pulling back to gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth the moment you came— muffling the moan that escaped you. Your mess soiled his fingers and your panties, legs shaking as you felt him slowly withdraw his fingers. You breathed into your palm, barely registering his hands latching onto your shorts and peeling them off your body, panties following.

There, his hands slid to the inside of your thighs, pushing them open to reveal the price between them. Choso moaned softly from the sight, hands rising to place his thumbs onto your soaked folds, spreading them. “So messy, princess.” The man teased softly, reaching to press his thumb against your sensitive clit, grinning at the way you whined.

“Choso, please..” You breathed, watching as his body lowered, breath hitching the moment his cool breath fanned across your wet cunt. You whimpered as his thick tongue dragged a stripe up to your clit, the tip circling the button. Your legs threatened to close, causing the man to pull you closer, legs stretched out and resting on his shoulders. Your fingers curled into his hair, crying out the moment his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and running the flat of his tongue against it.

The man pulled back for a moment, hands sliding under your ass and gripping the warm globes, lifting you a little just to smother himself in your pussy. His tongue moved wickedly, gliding up and down your slit before dipping into your warm entrance, thrusting and curling against your walls.

Your fingers clung to his hair, free hand placed against your mouth as you bit your palm, covering the desperate moans that escaped you. Your hips moved, grinding into his face as little tears built within your eyes. Slurping and lapping, enjoying every single drop that dripped from your pussy, moans escaping him. His hips ground into the blankets, chasing your orgasm with such intensity.

Your stomach clenched, arching up off the bed as a muffled swear escaped you, creaming all over his face, feeling his hands tightened as he licked you clean. Your limp body fell back against the blankets, breathing heavily as your legs shook. Soon enough he released you, rising from his spot between your legs and dragging his hands from your ass to your thighs, soothing the warm flesh.

Pushing forward he leaned over your body, hand carrying to your throat and gently grabbing it, pressing his wet lips against your own; you softly moaning at your taste. Slowly, the two of you continued to kiss, his other hand drifting to his sweats to push down his body, boxers following.

Choso pulled away, placing his forehead against your own, sliding his cock between your slit— rubbing against you slowly. Your fingers locked around his wrist, desperate pleas escaping you as your hips rose, searching for more. The man gave a breathy chuckle, smoothing his thumb against your throat. “Needy aren’t we?” The man mused, leaning to kiss between your eyes, hearing you whine.

“Need you, Choso..”

“You need me so bad, put it in yourself.” The man spoke, watching you bashfully blink at him, grinning as you attempted to shy away from his gaze. His hand rose, grabbing your wrist and carrying it between the two of you. Your much smaller hand wrapped around his cock, a hiss escaping his lips from the touch. “Go on, princess..” Choso breathed, gripping the sheets beside him as your hips rose, adjusting to line him up with your entrance before slowly sinking inside.

You never got accustomed to how Choso stretched you— not the first time and definitely not now. Your lips parted, soft moans escaping you as your hips continued to slowly rise. A choked cry escaped you however the moment he flicked his hips forward, burying himself deep inside. “Ch—choso! You..” You whimpered, walls pulsing around his heavy length, feeling him kiss your cheeks.

“Guess I’m just as needy as you baby.” Choso spoke, lip twitching into a subtle smirk. He rose, releasing your throat and resting on his hutches. Hands found the back of your knees, a steady grip as he slowly pushed them down to your chest, watching you breath sharply. Pulling his hips back until the tip was inside, Choso thrusted forward, taking in the way your body jumped and the prettiest moan escaped you.

His rhythm stared quickly, hips snapping back and forth, reaching deep inside; pushing against a spot that caused you to see stars. Your fingers balled up the sheets underneath you, moans escaping you. You had long forgotten the party going on outside, long forgotten the fact you two were separated for an entire year— your mind only focused on how his cock so easily ruined you, toes curling and anklet jingling with each thrust.

The man leaned down, folding you even more as he pressed a hand against the bed, the other curling in your hair, lifting you into a messy kiss. Tongues curling, teeth bumping into each other, eating up the other’s moans as pleasure consumed you. His chain tickled your heated skin, dragging across each time he rutted into you.

“Fuck..” Choso gasped, pulling back to breath, hand moving to gently grabbing your cheeks. “Keep your eyes right here, princess.. that’s it.. look so pretty like this.” He spoke, feeling you clench with each praise that left his mouth.

You felt so damn good, hugging him close; sucking him in each time he pulled back. Your arousal dripped down his length, a sticky ring forming at the base of his cock. Just when your hand rose to cover your mouth again, Choso was snatching your wrist, pressing it against the bed.

“No, no— waited far too fucking long to have you covering your mouth.” He hissed harshly, intertwining your fingers as he buried himself deeper, hitting your cervix.

The pain was quickly washed away with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came around his cock— a high pitched cry escaping your throat. Tears trickled down your cheeks, other hand falling to his waist to push, and whine; the overstimulation becoming too much.

All for Choso to simply shake his head, pace quickening as he drilled you into the bed. “Know you got another in you.. come on (Y/N).”

You whimpered, head pressed into the blankets as sobs escaped you. “Cho—Choso! Hah.. Can..can’t think, fuck!”

“Then don’t.” The man chuckled in a breathy tone, leaning close as his lips ghosted your lips. “Let me fuck everything out of your mind except for how good I’m making you feel..” A groan escaped him shortly after, eyes glossing over as he felt himself getting close.

Thrusts became desperate, the two of you dissolving into pathetic fits of moans and whines, hands moving across the other’s skin to grip and mark up. Just when you felt your mind going blank you shook, convulsing as you came all over his cock again.

Choso was close behind, burying himself deep and coming; eyes pinched close as he gripped you tightly. His hips stilled, heavy pants escaping the two of you.

The man pulled out shortly after, rolling off your body and falling to your side. Choso didn’t leave you alone long, reaching for your waist and pulling you into his side, turning to place a feverish kiss to his forehead.

A blissful silence covered the silence, simply enjoying the other’s company and warm bodies. Soon though, you rose up slowly, ignoring the aching of your body as your hand found his cheek. “I love you, Choso.”

He smiled at you, thumb caressing your skin as he kissed you gently— mumbling the same on your lips. Moments passed before you two pulled away, you snuggling in his neck arm strewn across his body.

Until.. you blinked, glancing around the room. “Wait.. whose room is this?”

“It’s a guest room.” He murmured back, chuckling softly after. “Gojo might be a little pissed if he finds out about this.”

You shook your head a little, sighing softly. “Choso..”

[ddejavvu]

omg I BEG of u to write a fic about the thing anon mentioned about dbf obi-wan 😭 /nf maybe reader is like anakin's age and her master is yoda.

i also think it would be really interesting if reader tends to be quite similar to her master yoda where she's usually calm and collected and zen and all that, but just cant keep her head clear when obi-wan's around NFNAJFJSKDB i'm already blushing just thinking about it!!! i just know you'd write this beautifully!!! /gen

Brewing and serving a perfect pot of tea is something inescapable as Grandmaster Yoda's padawan. You'd been trained in proper steeping rituals before you were ever trained in lightsaber combat, and you take a bit of pride in your craft even though it's a skill most might consider less-than-impressive in the overall catalogue of a Jedi's skills.

All of that is why you should not have dropped the teapot you'd been carrying upon seeing your master's houseguest, but Master Kenobi catches it with wide eyes and a steady hand. The teapot hovers mere inches above the ground, giving you a measly two seconds to gather your composure before a twitch of Master Kenobi's hand lifts it back up onto the tray you're miraculously still carrying.

You have very un-Jedi-like feelings towards Master Kenobi. You'd never thought much of him- nor anyone for quite some time, but you'd travelled outside of the temple, spent time on other planets, socialized with hundreds of different people in the galaxy, and the auburn-haired man in front of you has recently topped the charts of people you would be attracted to, if you weren't a Jedi forbidden from attachment.

"Sorry." You stammer, heart hammering in your chest from a mix of adrenaline and something else you refuse to name, "I- I lost my balance."

Your master snorts from his place on his tea cushion, a tiny thing at the head of the coffee table where you set the tea tray, "Uncoordinated, you are today, Padawan."

"Yes, Master." You agree miserably, pouring tea for Masters Yoda and Kenobi before pouring your own cup. You want to come up with an excuse, overtiredness or a troubling class assignment on your mind, but there's nothing your master won't see through.

"It's quite alright, dear." Master Kenobi places a hand over your own where you set the teapot down, and your eyes dart towards his own. Your trained Jedi composure allows for you to keep your face in a neutral expression, but there's very little hiding the slight shake to your hands as you reach for the sugar.

"Anakin has a habit of spreading his mechanical projects over our carpets like we live in a junkyard. I know that they're there," The bearded Jedi master smiles, "And every morning I still step sure-footedly out of my bedroom expecting not to be impaled through the foot with a jagged wire. Jedi agility cannot completely remove natural clumsiness."

"Remove clumsiness for me, it did." Your master huffs, squeezing the sap out of some deadly looking berries and into his teacup, "A better Jedi I am, than you two."

"You tripped over your own walking stick yesterday," You point your spoon accusatorily at him, and you nearly lose your conviction when it draws a warm chuckle from Master Kenobi's throat.

"Hmmph. Disrespectful, you are." Yoda gripes, but you see through his stern facade, "Sleep outside tonight, you will."

"Master!' You shriek, nearly choking on both your laughter and your tea, "That's not fair!"

"Don't worry, dear." Master Kenobi stretches his leg out beneath the coffee table to rest against your own, "You're welcome to stay the night in my quarters if your Master kicks you to the curb." He winks, "Anakin is gone on his first solo mission, so the two of us will have plenty of room."

You know the whole thing is one big joke, and you also know that Master Kenobi's offer is nothing but platonic. But still, the invitation, the assurance that you'll be alone with plenty of room- room for what? - you're barely able to nudge his leg back teasingly and glare half-heartedly at your master.

"I'm reporting you to the Council." You decide, but your threats come out weaker than intended due to the continued press of Master Kenobi's leg against your own beneath the table, "You may be the Grandmaster, but the neglect of a padawan is serious business."

"Two nights," Master Yoda snickers, "Two nights, you will sleep outside."

You let out an exasperated groan, but the last of your composure slips away upon meeting Master Kenobi's kind gaze, his eyes twinkling with gorgeous mirth, "You can stay with me for as long as you'd like."

[storkmuffin]

hello stork! i have a question about the term 'fan attracting fairy' (i think that's what it's called) in relation to the atz members. i think the general consensus is that san and maybeee seonghwa are the people that originally make many people go: 👀👀 maybe i should get into them, and of course the other members also get a variety of people into ateez.

what ive seen around these parts as a newer atiny is that yunho tends to bias Wreck a lot of people, and maybe eventually shift their bias, but many people tend to write him off when they first get into ateez, which was the case with me. do you think yunho's tendency to want to appeal to the maximum amount of people and be the most likable to the most varied and different types of people at once sort of makes people dismiss him as generic?

his 'thing' is being the perfect bias/boyfriend/whatever else, and after people get into ateez and maybe watch live performances and they get to know him more and they get fascinated by his charms and intensely competitive nature or humor they're like okay maybe i like this guy. but do you think his need to appeal to everyone is the thing that makes him like. uniquely unappealing to everyone? this exact scenario has happened w atleast 4 irl friends, 7 online friends and me, and i think even you originally didn't get into ateez because of yunho and didn't even consider him in the running for your bias for a Long time. what do you think?

TLDR: Yunho's ults are crafted from witnessing him live in performance in concert and fanchats, which makes sense because he is boring on camera for various reasons. (Yeah I said it).

First, a brief personal history:

So the first time I mentioned Yunho as an interesting member (no, shut up, I just didn't find him that interesting, OK?) was for being catholic on stage and then on January 22, 2025, I quoted a youtube commenter ktiny who said something like:

the audience actually took a close look at him and made a sound like OhhhHHHHHHH???? as they went from going, Oh, Idol Face Type Is Doing Idol Stuff to OMG WTF WTF?? So there’s that.

And then I went to the finale encore for Towards the Light, and on day 1 of the two day concert series got totally turned around on Yunho, so much so that I researched the Yunho birthday cafes being hosted near the arena the next day for day 2 and went to three of them and chatted up the Yunho ults who were there from all over the world.

 They all asked me, Is Yunho your ult? because I was at the damn birthday cafe, and when I said, He wasn’t but I saw him live yesterday and now I feel really differently, they gave me the look I consider The Yunho Face of Quiet Absolute Confidence, before saying, quietly confidently(!), “Yes, he has that effect.” 

And thus began my deep dive into Yunho. Then I was asked to compare contrast Yunho and Mingi's speech patterns but it wasnt't until April, 2025 that I made my first Yunho Crying Compilation which then directly led to people diagnosing me as a Yunho Bias.

It took a while, in short, and the shock to the system that was the live performance in concert.

Second, the Yunho must be experienced in live performance thesis.

OK - So the way I would describe the reason why Yunho is a slow burn as opposed to a the usual Introduction Fairy candidates (I've seen that they are variously, San, Wooyoung and Seonghwa) is the difference between flash and glow.

San is considered a fashionable beauty - the triangular body holding up a face that's both ultra- Korean classical (19 century) and yet also very of-the-moment, in that they didn't used to let boys with eyes like that and jaws like that become Idols nor hold them up as beauty standards (even though they were always beautiful) - Flash and fashion, you know? Wooyoung is quick on the draw, sexy, witty, fast, loud as fuck = sparkly. Seonghwa is lickable, a beautiful pervert who pretends to be gentle so he can choke you out later let out his dominant side in the quiet of his Lego dungeon. HongJoong, for the record, has a mad genius vibe. Mingi is his own creature in his own universe, a mad rap prophet hollering in the desert who snaps out of it periodically to insist, No I'm a precious soft little chikadee, hold me gently in your palm and tell me I'm cute, I'm mommy's princess. Jongho is like, I really should be singing opera but you're only young once so I'm going to be in an Idol band for kicks. Yeosang is the 4th dimensional SM prince that somehow got lost and picked up by this weirdo group of insane boys and is too polite to leave.

So many of the people around Yunho are snap crackle pop, but he's doing Good Boy Gentle Glow over here.

Yunho looks too standard and yet not standard enough. He looks like an elevated version of the best looking boy in your high school, the one who was always laughing with other boys and really nice to everyone and the teachers loved him and he got to be class president while the smartest girl in the class only got to be vice president because people need smart girls to do the work but nobody likes them and anyway she's a girl (ahem). He's not extremely, excessively expressive like Seonghwa or San, and he doesn't go all out unalloyed sexy like Wooyoung and Mingi on photoshoots or in reality content.

Some of this is personality, to be sure. He refuses to get messed up, make mistakes, lose, fall apart, be the fool or the loser in group activities. This is dull.

Some of the problem - a lot of it perhaps - is his face. He's just not as expressive as they are, except when he's crying. (ahem). He's beautiful but he's not especially photogenic. This is isn't a diss - he's very beautiful, but some people have a special something when photographed (I'd say Wooyoung and Mingi both have this) that elevate their physical presence, and others don't (Jongho - also very bloody handsome - is not photogenic or photographically expressive either, and resembles Yunho too, so maybe it's a face type issue.).

In LIVE PERFORMANCE however, Yunho really really really shines. He's big, and he's loud, and I dunno if you watched the movie, but he sings a LOT MORE of the songs than somehow you remember. He has a lot of in-person charisma. He also seems physically powerful, more so than the other members. Yunho is actually very loose and playful on stage, where it feels like that would be the more high risk place to be loose and playful, than he is in reality content or music videos. For some reason they have him sitting still a lot in music videos, which I find unfortunate. LET HIM JUMP AROUND MORE, KQ.

And the other thing he excels at is the TokToq chats, but in order to get the full flavor, you actually have to speak Korean, I feel, and be able to appreciate courtesanship, and prefer Geisha performance as opposed to candour. I would think that the Mingi fans who love when he just, uh, gets FULLY WEIRD or just says things really bluntly would feel suffocated by Yunho's TokToqs, in the way that I feel (frankly) bewildered by the abrupt, stop and go but nevertheless very genuine-and-frank feeling Mingi TokToqs. This isn't specific to Mingi either - one of the reasons I stopped being a Stay was because my bias Lee Know also does very strange fanchats that border on hostility. He wasn't always like that, but he's gotten to be that way more and more. It's not my thing. I don't want to know the real you, I want you to perform Idol you.

In any case, Toktoqs are also a form of live performance, in a way that the semi scripted reality content isn't, and the music videos aren't and the lore stuff isn't either.

And to get to all this - the live performances, the footage of live performances, the tokToq chats - you need time to discover and immerse yourself, whereas the music vidoes and screenshots of photoshoots etc are what get people into fandom. Hence the later discovery of Yunho by the Yunho ults, I think, in their fandom journey.

[tjthekpoplover]

Could you do the craft where nancy, bonnie and Rochelle obsessed over female reader please?

OMG YES!!!! So happy I finally got a request!! :)

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

Nancy, Rochelle & Bonnie (all separate)X fem reader

Nancy:

When she’s obsessed with someone, she’ll most likely stalk them.

I could see her follow behind you like prey

Nancy’s so obsessed that it might be an extreme problem.

Would 100% sneak into your house and just look at you

Little story:

You felt someone watching you while you were walking to your apartment. It felt like…….they were staring through your soul. You turn around and no one was there. So you just brushed it off as being paranoid. Until you turned back around and POOF! There she was. Nancy in the flesh.

Rochelle:

I feel like she’ll be casual about it

She won’t act obsessed when you first meet her but when she laid her eyes on you, she’s hooked

Would always compliment you.

Always listens to you.

She has all the stuff you like in a notebook. So if it’s your birthday she’ll get you something you’ll like

Little Story:

You were hanging out with Rochelle in the park; just talking to each other. Then Rochelle remembers something. “I went to the store yesterday and I found something that reminded me of you.” She said softly. You hummed and looked at her. “What would that be?” You asked. Then Rochelle reached into her pocket and grabbed out a necklace. “I thought it might match your eyes. And I know you love necklaces….” She said softly. You had soft blush on your cheeks. “Thank you. Can you help me put it on?” You asked and Rochelle nods. You had this dorky smile on.

Bonnie:

Bonnie would definitely check you out all the time.

She would secretly look at your ass (like in the movie) and flirt with you.

I feel like she’ll be protective.

She’ll definitely have some form of pictures of you somewhere in her room

I feel like she’ll might say dirty things to you just to make you all flustered

Would always smile and giggle around you

It wouldn’t he obvious that Bonnie is obsessed with you

Little story:

You were at Bonnie’s house lying in her bed, talking to her. When all of a sudden Bonnie said, “Y’know…..you have a nice ass.” You whip your head around; face turning pink. “Bonnie!” “What? It’s true! You have a really nice ass!” She giggles. You just rolled your eyes. “I’m starting to think you like me or something.” Bonnie shot you a quick glare. “W-what?!” She said shockingly. “You heard me.” Bonnie was stunned but grinned after. “Maybe I do. What are you gonna do about it? Hm? I think you need to kiss me.” You were shocked. “You’re joking right, Bonnie?” Bonnie shook her head no. “I didn’t know you swung that way.” You said under your breath; making Bonnie chuckle. “I’ve always have. I’ve been obsessed with you for awhile now.”

[crimsonxcloverr]

have u seen the love witch (2016)?

i watched it yesterday, and there's a scene where they talk abt all the different religions that fall under the umbrella of witchcraft, including satanism lol

perhaps bc i've had longlegs brainrot for the last however many months, i thought of dale

so anyways *twirls hair* my question would be, how would it go between dale and someone like elaine from the love witch, or just a hyperfeminine girlie that practices love magic? 🪄🧪💘

omg as a witch myself, i love this. also do not do any of this if you have no idea what you are doing!!

anything that involves a soul tie, dale and his s/o are doing. they wanna be obsessed with each other forever!!

you’d grab some stands of his hair out of his hair brush, do some love magic on him. he’s already obsessed with you as is, but he’s a fucking flirt so you gotta make sure his eyes are on you and you only! i think doing some sort of healing or self love spell on dale would be nice, the man deserves some peace and fucking quiet. i know his brain is spiraling ;(( poor guy. he’d lend you some candles if needed and fun fact, people work with lucifer as a deity. satanism is NOT the same as in longlegs, thank you hollywood for the false narrative!! so i think it would be cute if both dale and his s/o worked with lucifer! :)) you would also cook for him… sounds silly but that’s why some people don’t like when others cook for their s/o… it’s a form of witchcraft. say ruth had a crush on dale, cooked him a meal while adding herbs and thinking about him and the two of them together… WITCHCRAFT!! anywayssss i love this so much and i really could go on and on and on about this. witchy s/o and dale kobble is so lovely and beautiful.

i need to dance with him under the moonlight and have him participate in my craft rn. have him buy me herbs and more tarot decks!!!

[shayshaybiscuit25]

Goodness me, my original ask started some mess I see. 😅

Shay this is a bit long, but I think I make decent points & dropped some truth bombs that everyone can agree with regardless of how they feel. Thank you all for reading and ……..here we go……… 🫣😮‍💨

Let’s begin……..for those who really believe Chris is racist or ain’t shit for associating with these fools……why be here at all?

As mentioned before, many of us believe this is PR and understand we do NOT know details. On the outside looking in it’s very easy to go “omg why didn’t he just end this, he’s just like them”, yet we also understand Hollywoood is a business, yes?

We understand complex things go on behind the scenes that look so simplistic and easy to us from our limited perspective.

Yes, I understand things look awful, but I need people to understand we don’t know what the hell is truly going on and I say that because it’s clear as day that something is off.

Look if Chris were selling this and acting like nothing was wrong then everyone would be losing their minds, and she would have ammo, but enough stuff has happened where you can see he doesn’t like her, he’s performing and that’s probably why he’s acting has switched up (having to horribly act in real life is affecting his actual craft) there are numerous holes in the cheese 🧀 of course the question stems…..then why marry the girl especially knowing she has racist friends…….please go back and refer to the previous and third red paragraphs.

We might not know details but we know Chris isn’t comfortable in this arrangement, of course many reading will roll their eyes at this statement, okay fair. 🙄

I’ll do you all one better, karma is real and for those that aren’t aware. Yesterday Justin (the wife’s soulmate) stood up for one of his racist friends in a post. He has some female friend on a Big Brother type show in Europe and the girl has been recorded on camera doing the damn Nazi Salute and people are pissed…..Justin’s dumbass makes a post basically saying the girl (his friend) doing the Nazi salute is “misunderstood” and a good person or some crap……. The entire time I’m like…..let me sit back and see how this plays out…..and if it gets tied back to Evans, I doubt it but let’s see. 👀 🧋 (this emoji represents me sipping my boba “tea”) 🤭

Chris does need to be called out and if this shitshow goes public public to the point the general population learns what fans know and it becomes a big deal, you’d better believe we’d end up getting a BUA and then some within mere hours or days (remember his response to the bomb pic)……do i believe any of that will happen…..nope. And if that went down like that, I’d question his ass even more.

No one here has issue with people calling Chris out, it’s those who act like they know more than they do, who take their own opinions as facts and are 100% sure he’s racist and calling him pedo or whatever else that has me like……well damn if you think that’s true and hate him that much…….then leave. I would not waste my time on a person I truly thought was evil and vile.

See, I care about this man and as time goes by we see truth and some of us see what we want while ignoring the rest, apply that as you will, come next month, I think people will finally end up determining their final thoughts on things and if it ends with “fuck Chris Evans”, then so be it. He made his bed and now he’s laying in it.

Eventually we’ll all find out the truth if it’s real or if this is all bs and the pr eventually ends…..well just know they’ve parted ways and many will still claim it was real.

I say don’t get overly invested in this emotionally, but TOO LATE! 😬 This could be the situation Chris needs to be and do better and finally own his awful choices or to take and not run from accountability (remember how we’d always use to get Dodger pics when he did something stupid publicly) or it could be a situation he’s initiated that went out of control and he has to FINALLY reap the consequences of his actions/inactions. I don’t know what is going to happen next, but if him and Mrs. Shower scrubber do anything else other than breakup next month, it’s a wrap on my end.

Yeah I think it’s pr, but I have limits and he’s on his 73892929 strike. Keeping it honest, most of us should have left once he claimed to be “married”, yet we’re still here, so yeah can’t no one point any fingers. We’re all still here hoping something ends up making sense and to hope our fav actor really isn’t out here playing in our faces.

It’s very easy to go well Chris is this and that due to this situation, but once one starts remembering in detail everything that’s happened, part of you goes…….something is 110% off here. @anneslibrary is a great reference because it’s so easy to forget how much things don’t make sense and that blog helps people see the big picture and go……yeah…..I’m not falling for this bs. 😂 So to sum it up, yes many of us are pissed at Chris, but his saving grace is that there are so many holes in this mess that it’s easy to jump and attack him without knowing details and so we’re hoping more details arise to the point we can go……yeah this 100% is fake and was never real, he got looped in some mess and only discovered things once the fandom did but it was too late and I’m glad it’s finally over. Okay….yes I’m reaching like crazy, but you’re still here reading my long as diary entry, right. 😉 For me September 2024 will be thee month I decide if I’ll permanently walk away. If they do any more crap, I’m done, point blank.

Enough is enough. I do understand those pissed and wondering why we’re still here…..I’ve been a fan of this man for years and it’s not so easy to walk away, call it excuses, but I just don’t think this situation is a grand total of who he is but if I’m proven wrong then it is what it is, but I don’t think I’m wrong.

Chris needs to take accountability and ending this bs would be the first step and then we can all judge in grand detail how he handles the aftermath of shit, would he give clues to show it wasn’t real, will he do a grand gesture that is a lowkey apology to the fandom…..doubt it, but I refuse to believe this mess is legit, unless he’s proven with legit detail (other than he publicly claims to be married, yet there’s no evidence he’s actually gotten married other then a oversized ring and orchestrated bs) that he’s just a shitty racist husband who can’t keep his eyes to himself and really married her and if so then I’ll GLADLY FINALLY move on with my life. Noted. And yes those snarky few of you still reading, I’m in the denial phase of the grieving process. 😂

Either way ya look at it Chris doesn’t get of Scotch free and even if this does end next month……too much damage has been done. Part of me is here because I’m watching a train that already crashed multiple times and I’m wondering if it’s going to keep going with limited damage or will it eventually blow up into pieces.

I hope I was able to make you guys laugh, piss you off and in the end make you go, yep you summed up my multiple thoughts. 🤗🫠 or you’ve probably read all of this and went, this bitch is crazy, I’ll take it because you still sat here and read to the end so,….. Hi crazy! 😝

I’m done now. 😆 thanks!

Oh Sweetheart this was beautiful and longggggggggggggggg but so beautiful.

Thank you.

[backinotomehell]

Curse of Alice - Prologue

What's a girl gotta do?

From zero to one hundred, Dawn Butcher experiences her first big trauma in life to end up in a world where only her eleven-year-old self could dream of. The only issue is Dawn isn't eleven, she's a twenty-four-year-old woman who now has to face the reality of reincarnating into a new world, a new world with some backwards views and no modern-day technology.

Game: Ikemen Villains Pairing: OC x Undecided (may use this to my advantage ;))

Future Content Warnings: detailed descriptions of death and murder. Explorations of Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), anxiety and depression. Swearing. Potential smut.

AN: Omg this is the first time I'm writing fanfiction in like ten years which feels insane but also lowkey exciting? Really hoping I can keep this up cause I'm completely raw dogging this.

I do not own anything of Cybrid this is just a silly little fanfic idea I had day dreaming at work. I do not own any of the images for the banner either, I just used picsart to put two different images together.

I’m sat in front of an older woman, greying hair frames her face like a halo and a smile graces her wrinkled lips as she hands me some sort of sweet biscuit from her shaky hands, “So.. Dawn, can you tell me how a pretty thing like you arrives here?” Children scream in delight, loud chatter from the adults and horses hooves clop in the background through the old brick walls and just barely over Gaye's frail voice.

How I arrived here? I can barely answer that question. Thoughts swim through my head trying to connect any sort of dots but nothing is connecting. I pull the shrug that I was lent earlier when I first woke up to help cover my shoulders even closer to me and cough as the cold air and rushed thoughts hit me.

How did I end up here?

Romance once upon a time was on the agenda, when I was 11 years old and had unsupervised access to the internet that is. Tweenage and teenage years I would spend my spare time in between school and extracurricular activities getting my hands on whatever romantic anime or otome game I could get my unchecked horny hands on. I’m 24 now, grown up enough to know that 1. I should not have had access to Diabolik Lovers, and 2. I should have saved my money instead of spending it on every Voltage story before the economy went down the drain. 

Manager money has to go to medication and a physical hobby that helps the chemical imbalance in my brain and rent - not to the pretty 2D men. As much as I wish.

Adjusting my bangs in a large mirror I can hear the recognisable sounds of someone knocking, no, smacking their hands on the gross plastic door that keeps me protected from customers until I have to open them. It’s only 8:50 in the morning? A mum, possibly 30, stares me down as I try to just get ready for the day. Exhausted eyes demand my attention as her young child fusses about in the trolley. Starting up the computer I can feel the pressure of her stare start to get to me, I love my job and customer service but people don’t understand boundaries do they?

It’s 8:58 now and I’m feeling nice, twisting the key into its little slot and a loud mechanical noise starts as the roller door goes up. I can distinctly hear the lady but considering the roller door I cannot distinguish what she says but on closer inspection I do recognize her from yesterday. Anna had come in looking for a nice dress to wear to go to her best friends hens night, this was the first time she would be going out on the town after having kids and wanted to look her best after not paying any attention to herself for a long amount of time. We spent an hour together crafting the perfect outfit and truly reminded me why I loved my job working in a clothing store after seeing her confident smile when we found the one but considering she's here before the vyvanse and lexapro cocktail have kicked in tells me one thing.

"I'm sorry lovey... Could you explain to me everything you just said?" Gayes voice interrupted mine, if I explain what any of that was is she gonna send me to an asylum and explain I have Hysteria? Oh em gee wait would that mean I get a vibrator? "Uhh I opened a door for a customer a couple of minutes before opening, before my daily medication that helps me focus had settled into my body?"

Gaye although visibly confused, nodded lightly urging me to continue.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m here so early! I was wondering if I could get a refund? My husband didn’t like the way the dress looked on me,” a nervous chuckle leaves her lips.

Ah yes and the reason why romance also wasn’t on the agenda, this shit. Day in and day out I see gorgeous theys and ladies walk in with their partner and their partner is the crustiest thing to exist. They will walk out the store in boredom, not give an actual opinion to how something looks, take the crappiest photos and the worst sentence I could hear when an opinion is asked “Well if you like it, we can buy it” in theory, great! Perfect! In practice it’s a no from me. It’s dismissive. It just hurts seeing a customer be built up only for their partner to tear them down.

The girlies are strong for handling these walking icks, the romance life is not made for me at least in this universe.

“Well you need to get a new husband!” a bright smile adorns my face.

A sharp gasp had rung my ears as Gaye looked on with a shocked face, "Stop looking at me like that! Women are allowed to divorce their husbands where I'm from," Her mouth closes but her eyes still stay wide and attentive, albeit a little judgmental.

God what a day.

On top of customer service, I had to move the whole store around to make room for the 20 boxes of new stock we received along with an hour-long meeting over zoom that more felt like a theft of my time. Guess I should make a game plan for tomorrow, maybe I should look at schedules as they’ll be due soon. The new brief will be released soon right? Training? Too much to do and certainly not enough time.

I was complaining about romance before but in truth, I’m married to my job. I guess there is romance for me in this universe.

"Do you not have a husband? What about children?"

"Gaye I just told you women can divorce their husbands, do you think we care if a woman in her 20's is unwed?"

“Dawn! Arch your back woman!” Immediately I start listening to the dance instructor in front of me as I catch up to where I lost myself in the routine and not in a good way. Despite the scream of my body to take a break I continue to move my body to the heels routine. Flexing, strutting and twirling my way through and ensuring I don’t literally break a leg in the 6 inch heels, although if I did at least I can use up some of that sick leave I never use while my girls can fend for themselves.

Another shocked gasp graces my ears, "You get paid to be sick?" "Only if we have doctors note requiring us to not work as we recover, on another day let me teach you about annual leave," I should've taken more leave now that the subject was bought up, stupid company gets to keep the 150+ hours I haven't used.

I toss my damp aqua hair out of my face as we come to the end of routine, sweat drips down everyone's skin and heavy breaths blend in with Rompe by Daddy Yankee playing loudly on the sound system. Asha leisurely walks over to her phone to put a stop to the repeating music. Usually, she would be fine by the end of every lesson but with the hot Australian nights, no one is immune to its heat. Everyone falls to the ground in various degrees of dramatic and it's silently decided that the next 20 minutes of this class will be to stretch and gossip, physical exercise be damned for the rest of the night.

"Australia?"

"Yes it's where I... Lived? I'm assuming from how cold it is this is not 'Straya," A quiet few seconds pass "Where are we?" "London my sweet," Worried eyes stare at mine as I take a moment to process what she said. "Right... where was I?" My blood starts to run cold, "I think this is where things went downhill," I can feel my pulse start to quicken.

 "Well, the teacher had to leave the room for a little bit, but she was taking longer than expected so I went… To check on her…” Memories start to flood my memory. The blood. Oh god all the blood… My blood.

Gaye was witness to the young woman to quickly go from white to ghostly and passed out on the floor with a large thud. Dawn was far too tall for Gayes frail bones to pick up so instead she covered the passed-out woman with the shrug she was wearing to keep warm and hobbled out the door to go get help.

"I'll go get you a nice, strong man..."

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Open Circuits

I'm kickstarting the audiobook for "The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation," a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and make a new, good internet that picks up where the old, good internet left off. It's a DRM-free book, which means Audible won't carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:

http://seizethemeansofcomputation.org

Every trip to Defcon – the massive annual hacker-con in Las Vegas – is a delight. Partly it's the familiar – seeing old friends, getting updates on hacks of years gone by. But mostly, it's the surprises, the things you never anticipated. Defcon never fails to surprise.

I got back from Vegas yesterday and I've just unpacking my suitcase, and with it, the tangible evidence of Defcon's cave of wonders. My gear bag has a new essential: Hak5's malicious cable detector, a little USB gizmo that lights up if it detects surreptitious malicious activity, even as it interdicts those nasty payloads:

https://shop.hak5.org/collections/omg-row2/products/malicious-cable-detector-by-o-mg

(In case you're wondering if it's really possible to craft a malicious USB cable that injects badware into your computer and is visually indistinguishable from a regular cable, the answer is a resounding yes, and of course, Hak5 sells those cables, with a variety of USB tips:)

https://shop.hak5.org/collections/omg-row2/products/omg-cable

But merch is only a sideshow. The real action is in the conference rooms, where hackers update you on the pursuit of their obsessions. These are such beautiful weirdos who pursue knowledge to ridiculous extremes, untangling gnarly hairballs just to follow a thread to its origin point.

For the second year in a row, I caught a presentation from Joseph Gabay about his work on warshopping: slicing up shopping cart wheels and haunting shopping mall parking lots during resurfacing to figure out how the anti-theft mechanism that stops your cart from leaving the parking lot works:

https://www.begaydocrime.com/

And of course, I got to give one of those presentations, "An Audacious Plan to Halt the Internet's Enshittification," to a packed house. What a thrill! It was livestreamed, and if you missed it, you'll be able to catch it on Defcon's Youtube page as soon as they upload it (they've got a lot of uploading to do!):

https://www.youtube.com/@DEFCONConference/videos

After my talk, I went back to the No Starch Press booth for a book signing – which was amazing, so many beautiful hackers, plus I got to share a signing table with Micah Lee. As I was leaving, Bill Pollock slipped me a giant hardcover art-book, and said, "You're gonna love this."

I did. The book is Open Circuits: The Inner Beauty of Electronic Components, by Windell Oskay and Eric Schlaepfer, and it is a drop-dead gorgeous collection of photos of electronic components, painstakingly cross-sectioned and polished:

The photos illustrate layperson-friendly explanations of what each component does, how it is constructed, and why. Perhaps you've pondered a circuit board and wondered about the colorful, candy-shaped components soldered to it. It's natural to assume that these are indivisible, abstract functional units, a thing that is best understood as a reliable and deterministic brick that can be used to construct a specific kind of wall.

But peering inside these sealed packages reveals another world, a miniature land where things get simpler – and more complex. Inside these blobs of resin are snips of wire, plugs of wax, simple screws, fine sheets of metal in stacks, wafers of plain ceramic, springs and screws.

Truly, quantity has a quality all its own. Miniaturize these assemblies and produce them at unimaginable scale and the simple, legible components turn into mystical black boxes that only the most dedicated study can reveal. Like every magician's trick, the unfathomable effect is built up through the precise repetition of something very simple.

A prolonged study of Open Circuits reveals something important about the hacker aesthetic, a collection of graphic design, fashion and industrial design conventions that begins with this realization: that the crisp lines of digital logic can be decomposed into blobby, probabilistic lumps of metal, plastic, and even wax.

It reminds me of George Dyson's brilliant memoir/history of computing, Turing's Cathedral, where he describes how he and the other children of the scientists building the first digital computers at the Princeton Institute spent their summers in the basement, hand-winding cores for the early colossi their parents were building on the floors above them:

https://memex.craphound.com/2012/03/12/george-dysons-history-of-the-computer-turings-cathedral/

You can see my hacker aesthetic photos in my Defcon 31 photo set:

https://www.flickr.com/search/?sort=date-taken-desc&safe_search=1&tags=defcon31&user_id=37996580417%40N01&view_all=1

In this video, Eric Schlaepfer illustrates the painstaking work that went into decomposing these tiny, precise components into their messy, analog subcomponents. It's pure hacker aesthetic, and it's mesmerizing:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byKyJ0b04Lo

But Open Circuits isn't just an aesthetic journey, it's a technical one. After all, Oskay is co-founder of Evil Mad Scientist Labs, one of the defining places where hardware hackers gather to tear down, pick apart, mod, improve and destroy electronics. The accompanying text is a masterclass in the simple machines that combine together to make complex assemblies:

https://www.evilmadscientist.com/

Defcon is a reminder that the world only seems hermetically sealed and legible to authorized parties with clearance to crack open the box. From shopping cart wheels to thermal fuses, that illegibility is only a few millimeters thick. Sand away the glossy outer layer and you will find yourself in a weird land of wax-blobs, rough approximations, expedient choices and endless opportunities for delight and terror, mischief and care.

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[clairehadenough]

CapT wrote a post about how she will not be writing real person fanfic and the reasons why, and they're all very good reasons. EXCEPT, she says this:

"You don't know Them. So for them to be subjects in your fanfic, in MY opinion is disrespectful. You are projecting what YOU want them to be like and writing a story about this "Real person" that never gave you consent for that. I'm personally NOT comfortable with it. I don't read it, and I certainly won't write it."

So, who wants to tell her that's exactly what she and her scam crew have been doing this whole time? Projecting what they want him to be and writing a story, aka CRAFTING A NARRATIVE.

Hellooooooooooo????

Omg thank you Anon you’re a star😂 I saw this yesterday but I was tired and couldn’t be bothered with posting about it and said I’ll do it in the morning. Now the morning’s here and yours is the first ask I see lol, all nicely done and ready to post.

I’m not sure if it’s hilarious or sad, probably both. She’s “not comfortable” bless her. Funny though she seems more than comfortable to me in “projecting what SHE wants them to be” on her blog. She wants them not to be married, she wants Alba to be the devil personified, she want Chris to be this sad little helpless man. And because they aren’t all those things in real life, she makes them on her blog.

Her whole blog is a real person fanfic actually.

[emobuzzlightyear]

Entry #2

It's nearly one am, I had a gummy and fell asleep.

My soul feels like rock bottom. I am never fulfilled, never entertained, never invested; at least not to the extent I think I should feel.

I have this block and it's been known for quite some time now, years. Years of having ideas of doing shit but not actually doing them. Same energy for other things. Like, Crash Bandicoot? Hardly touch the game but damn I can't get that little bugger off my mind. It's fun! But there are some weeks we don't even see each other.

I thought maybe if I document my shit in photos it'll be easier? Something to look back on of videos of my crafts and music, photos, tutorials for just myself and that'll be enough?

I'm not too sure, I've had this feeling I'm having right now before-hopeful, inspired, excited.

I'll lose it, but a girl can dream.

I'm desperately trying to find myself.

This is difficult. Hmpfh.

Anyway, I hope I'll keep with it. Photographic evidence of stuff I like. This is who I am. I want to make this. Here's a photo of some knack I made, and it's not in my phone storage so that works, too.

I'm just tired of disappointing myself with unfulfilled ideas. I want to do things but like, I don't. I want to do this but it's so hard to do it or it's not appealing to me right now-do I actually like it or am I lying to myself?

I don't let myself fail. I saw this quote either today or yesterday I can't quite remember, but it's of this person that's saying maybe they aren't actually afraid of unfulfilled potential, what they're afraid of is realizing that they don't have as much to offer as they thought. Rings true in my brain.

I also went over to a friend's today. She had four books of art and it was very unique. She has a beautiful style, with the thin lines and the lashes of her stuff. She's very talented. I saw a photo of her ex-girlfriend and oddly I felt something about her. She has the looks that make sense with what I heard about her. Like, it all clicked like, "yeah, I can see that."

But I think maybe I was jealous? This piece of shit got to have you, why can't I? I'm scared I wouldn't be a good girlfriend to her. I want to see her visibly relax with me. I want to feel her skin and how soft it is. I'd be a terrible partner, and it sucks knowing I wouldn't be best for her. But she can still be my friend.

You know, another thing I find odd are wants. What does it even feel like to want something? I only notice when it's loud and impulsive, but long term wants and stuff that takes time to get? It's like it gets boring too fast because I'm not immediately gratified. Because when I saw I want her, she needs a code name. Jacaí. Hell yeah. When I saw I want Jacaí, it's not desperate. It's not immediate like I feel like it's now or never. It feels, dull. I'm willing to wait, but it will not last. I've done this before, "I don't like them that much, I'm kind of confused. There's something but it's not a crush," to, " Wow, you're so beautiful. I can see us being together and I imagined scenarios, however maybe we could be?" to, "You're okay. It never would have worked anyway. In fact, you're not that great honestly lol."

Case in point why I'd be a bad girlfriend. I'm just mean. I'm too picky and expectant. I don't want to take care of you. I'm distant. I like you enough but I'm just a dulled out shell I don't really know what to say about that. Interestingly I don't feel enough.

But like idek if I'm going to develop a crush on her or more of one. I never had a crush on a girl, I'm seeing them differently, man aren't they gorgeous? Jacaí is beautiful, however I'm not swooning. I haven't seriously considered myself being gay. Maybe mom was right. Too bad I still like men r.i.p.

Well this was my jotting until I could go back to bed. Got shit to do tomorrow. Tomorrow's another day. Let's see if I will make these dulled out "wants" idek into something real. Ugh I feel so fucking boring like why can't it just be bam bam omg.

I guess bye.

5/03/25

[bishiglomper]

We worked in our new house all day yesterday. Mom, aunt and me. My aunt drove us bonkers omg

But we got a LOT done. Almost everything is on the floors/rooms they go in.

I started going through my room stuff. I made a good dent. Half my shit is decorative like posters, plushies and books. (I don't know what I'm doing with my 10 boxes of books.... 👀 💦)

My craft friend invited me over yesterday evening for a break from moving. Her bff from out of state is there. I've talked to her lots because friend calls her all the time.

This woman is fun. Together they're coocoo for cocoa puffs 🤣 very entertaining

Her bff is like the perfect example of the bad influence friend who's wild and crazy and gives no fucks. Very fun. Very entertaining. I love her.

She has tons of medical problems, completely shot knees, ulcers, rheumatoid arthritis.. so she takes medicinal Marijuana

Her timer went off, asked if I minded if she smoked. Nah. She offered me a hit. I said naaah it's okay.. but craft friend convinced me because I had been interested in trying it (for medicicinal purposes) and also I could trust them if it didn't go great. I absolutely trust them so I went for it

She handed me the pipe and lighter and I'm just sitting there like ...what now 8D lol I don't know what do

But she was just like "OH alright, here hold this here.." i didn't feel embarrassed at all it was so nice 🥺

I had a comfortable 15 minutes. And it's a good thing too, I had just stopped working 20 minutes earlier. I think it saved my body from the "oh no I've stopped moving" OW's. I did get chills later though. 🙄

Just before I left craft friend told her bff that she popped my cherry with the weed. She was like "WHAAAAT. ...thank you! I feel so honored!" 🤣

I had the drop me off at the old house so I could grab a shower. When I walked in niece was picking on me, being salty. I told her I wasn't gonna tell her my fun news if she was mean to me.

She wasn't impressed but when I told her I smoked weed for the first time she couldn't help but smile. Then asked me a bunch of questions. Was like "I've been trying to get you to do that for years!" I know lol that's why I knew you'd be amused

I wanna go see them agaiiiiin. But I have 2 appointments today and we gotta help sissy... but I'm going out shopping with them all day the day after so I guess that'll do 🙄

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

the golden box

pandora wasn't curious about the box

she fucking knew what was in there

it was her own rotting heart

she'd already crafted something that ticked

well enough to keep her going

but the flesh was just in there

rotting and decaying and being consumed

slowly by whatever managed to get in there to feast

cassandra giggled and said she told her so

and asked if she wanted a match

looking into that box and that old heart

meant having to see exactly how it got in there

why it got in there and how she was responsible

for becoming blind to the intentions of others

she didn't want to see and the shitty problems

she was now going to have to solve

after fashioning some kind of strength out of all this

and she worked tirelessly to do so

although no one works tirelessly

you're tired but you just ignore it

I can't even imagine a life where I'm not tired

so fucking exhausted and seething

festering beneath deep breaths and peaceful thoughts

using spirituality as a form of salvation and avoidance

ok fine whatever the box is open

and it stinks and it's awful and I hate it

and I'm so angry and I'm so sad

and the evils of my world are all pouring out

and all my alarm systems are going off

like a smoke alarm that you can't get to shut up

or like my car yesterday that went into panic mode

for ten minutes honking so loud I couldn't get it to stop

but then I remember how goofy that swan looked

swimming over to me honking in a lower key

happy to see me and looking for treats

or how silly the heron looked when it stood up

I thought at first it was a duck but it had those long legs

I've never seen a heron with the swans before

it's okay to be angry and it's okay to be overwhealmed

it's okay to have an imagination that is absolutely chaotic

and comes up with so many ideas that you can't believe

that you can have thoughts like that but... okay they're there

not judging but jesus christ I can't believe I can think like that

alright first things first I need to get something to eat

satisfy the predator within so it calms the fuck down

and yes, I know, I know, regina george eats steak

then I will get some dopamine related to finances by

getting the kids some fall and winter clothes

and then I will make a list of financial problems I have

and let the paper hold the burden instead of my mind

just write the problems down

and then I can make a map on how to solve them

just like I was able to walk through everything yesterday

and my brain did begin working like it used to

during that conversation so that means the skills

must be under some layer of shame based thinking

it's the anger and disgust and injustice I was afraid of feeling

but I'm feeling it and it's not killing me

just kind of really really darkly inspiring me

I will not make things worse to make myself feel better

I will make things better and get the same result

making things worse only makes things worse

plus an opportunity to equal things out will present itself to me

and I'll feel much better taking that route

I think I understand why villains laugh so much

like sometimes there's nothing left to do but just

fucking laugh because if you don't

who knows what the fuck would happen

destruction is more satisfying when you're on higher ground

I will not make things worse just to make myself feel better

omg sometimes maturity is so hard

I need to eat something

[spider-jaysart]

My friend @theredheaded-stuff showed me this panel of Damian carrying this giant sword around and then I just came up with this whole scenario lol😂

Damian just walking into the Justice League base with Bruce, while carrying his giant sword around like in the picture above, just shocking everyone in there with it

Clark: Bruce???? You just let him carry that around with him?????

Bruce: Well, it's what he wanted, so I said it was fine with me

Hal: ARE YOU SERIOUS???? JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING!! HOW DOES HE CARRY IT AROUND WITH SUCH TINY ARMS????!!!

Damian, points sword at hal: DON'T CALL MY ARMS TINY!!!

Barry: DON'T HURT HIM!!!!

Oliver: ....Now I can see why my son Connor was begging me to let him get a giant sword last week. Good thing I said no to him CAUSE THAT WOULD JUST BE CRAZY JUST LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW!

Bruce: Hey! Don't tell me how to raise my kids!

Oliver: WHERE DOES HE EVEN PUT THAT THING WHEN HE'S TIRED OF HOLDING IT OR WHILE DOING SOMETHING???? IN HIS BACK POCKET????!!!

Bruce: You know what? Yes he does, CAUSE I BUILTED ONE FOR HIM! AND IT'S CALLED THE BAT POCKET!! And maybe if you would get your son a giant sword too, than maybe he would feel just as cool as my son right now, because just using arrows to fight crime is nothing new and it's just boring!!!!

Oliver: Take that back right now

Diana, suddenly walking into the room: (GASP!) OH MY! WHAT IS HE HOLDING????

Bruce, with his arms crossed in annoyance: A sword. Are you gonna start giving me some judgey comments about my parenting skills too?

Diana: Absolutely not! I believe it is one of the best choices for being used as weapons!! Let me see! (Runs over to Damian to get a better look)

Diana, examining it: Oh, it is just very marvoules!

Damian: Thank you

Diana: You've made the right choice setting him up with such a wonderfully and beautifully crafted sword that would protect him very well in combat! It is even big enough to destroy dangerous beasts during battle as well!

Bruce: Why thank you (looks at the rest of the League with a smirk)

Everyone else: ????

(Both Damian and Diana bond over their love for swords after this)

Damian showing it to Jon during a fight on patrol in Metropolis:

Jon: OMG! What is that?!

Damian: It's a sword, Corncob (=_=)

Jon: Well, yeah, I can see that for sure, I'm just wondering about how are you even carrying it???? And where did you get it from???!

Damian: Simple! I'm just that strong enough to carry it! And it was gifted to me! Now watch this!

(swings sword at a random tree behind him, making it fall on top of an incoming giant Lexcorp robot as he turns around to face Jon with a confident proud smile)

Jon, jaw dropped: (GASP!).... I'VE GOTTA ASK MY DAD TO GET ME ONE TOO!!!!

Damian: You should

Later:

Bruce, calling Clark: Clark? My son said that he left his Twizzelr pack at your house during a sleepover

Clark: What? Which one?

Bruce: We'll, he only brought one with him. They were specificly the red cherry Twizzelr's that he had with him-

Clark: No, I mean which son?

Bruce: The older one

Clark: Dick?

Bruce: No

Clark: You don't mean Jason than, do you?

Bruce: Of course not, I'm talking about my smaller one

Clark: Damian????

Bruce: No! Tim! How could you not know???? He was having a sleepover with Conner yesterday, remember????

Clark: I-....Ugh, It's just that I'm having a hard time focussing today since Jon keeps begging me and Lois to get him a sword after seeing Damian with it and I keep telling him no

Bruce: Get it for him

Clark: Absolutely not! He could hurt himself with it

Bruce: You and your son are both invulnerable, Clark, so I think he'll be just fine

Clark: I'm not getting him a sword!

Meanwhile with Jon:

Jon, flopping onto his bed with annoyance, talking to Damian on his phone: Aughhh! Damian, you wont believe it! My Mom and Dad won't let me get a sword! They say it's too dangerous!

Damian: -tt- Nonsense! It is a perfectly fine weapon to use in combat as long as you have enough training with it!

Jon: I know! It would just be so cool if I could have one! But they think that I won't be able to actually use it properly! Hmph!

Damian: Well, that stinks

Jon: Totally!

Damian:

Jon:

Damian:

Jon: Is it okay if I could maybe try out yours-

Damian: No, you're not touching my sword

Jon: :(

[apoptoses]

omg I'm having fit because I typed this up in my notes app yesterday on the subway and just realized I never actually sent it you lmao I'm a clown 🙈

Anyway what I wanted to say was for the writer feedback thing: I actually think about this a lot because you're one of the fic-writers I take literal notes on because you have the Midas touch imo -- it's all gold 💖

Three things about your style that stand out to me the most are

You take risks! I don't mean the sex stuff (although that's great and I love it), but like you don't shy away from the gritty, painful, raw stuff that cuts deep and oozes all over the place. Your Daniel is no saint, and neither is Armand. When I read your D/A, I feel like I'm reading them the way Anne intended them to be read, and I think that's why CPMS nestles so perfectly within canon DM to your readers.

You show and don't just tell! It's never just "Armand is sad," you really weave the narrative to create the experience of physically being in the room with him, of seeing, sensing, knowing he's sad. When I read your stuff it's not just a well-crafted sentence on the screen; it's a full-body, five-senses experience. I usually need a joint and nap afterwards lmao.

You really nail the whole Ricey technique of weaving in the past with the present in a way that's organic and contributes to the overall story. Nothing you write is filler because it all serves a purpose.

tl;dr: reading your stuff makes me a better writer and overall enriches my entire life and ily, I can't articulate myself well enough atm but i'm so glad you're in my fandom 😭😭💘💘

lol it's only natural that clown things happen here at clown school (and I swear tumblr is the biggest clown of them all when it comes to formatting stuff)

Anyways this has had me all verklempt all day because these are really big compliments and I'm not even sure I've earned them but the sentiment is just so nice.

Risk taking is like...the most important thing to me in my work. I feel like if I'm not doing something unexpected there's no point in even opening a doc. I have to push a boundary with the setting or what Armand decides to do, and then it becomes really scary because I pushed the boundary! And now I have to share it and hope people trust me enough to go along for the ride.

And I'm so happy that so many people do! Because Armand and Daniel are both so precious to me and so near to my soul in so many ways. Sometimes my life feels like a series of experiences that happened just to culminate in me understanding them, which makes sharing my interpretation of them a vulnerable thing. So to hear that they're that right is hugely validating ♥

And then like- I've been in this weird place with writing right now. where I feel like I like what I do, and I can read other author's works and identify what I love about what they do. But I can't figure out how to polish my own skills enough to achieve the same thing. I can't figure out how to take my descriptions to that next level.

So yes. Hearing that I'm doing good right now and if I only ever stay doing things like this it'll still be good is a huge comfort to me.

So just. Thank you 🥹 Hearing that my little hobby has that much impact is so gratifying and fyi if these notes are an actual thing i'm going to bully you until you show me them just saying Thank you for always encouraging me ily 💖💖💖

[miekasa]

cowboy/southern jean😫

i’m not the type for yeeyee type guys but jean will definitely make me do a double take. the manners, the hospitality, the sly pet names when he’s got a crush on you (which i think you touched on before)😫

see jean doing:

sorting and stacking hay in the barn

speaking of hay on tiktok last fall white farmer boys were beefing about their hay and it was the best😭 i could see him getting into a spat abt that

HORSE MAN but we already knew this!!!

cowboy/heavy duty boots and a hat has to be added to the ensemble sometimes i fear, it’s a small price to pay, really

see him feeding the farm cats in the morning

just really great with animals overall😫

ugh stawpppp this makes me think of small town things, he’d def take you to the town festival as a date

great cook but we knew this!!!

he probably accidentally tracks hay inside the house sometimes

chopping wood for the fire place omg

i feel like most-if not every food product in his house is homemade by his farm or another, really takes pride in agriculture

see: frozen/fast food slander (shut up, what does he know about a taco bell steak chalupa with no tomatoes🙄). with the exception of a few places, i also think he loves a good cafe and little joints like that

always brings you something back🥲

FLANNEL/ THERMAL TYPE GUYDJFNCNXNXNSJDNDNNDJDNFNF

he’s got a thing for candles, maybe after a couple purchases he learns to make them on his own

i definitely see him having a creative outlet with arts and crafts but he’s taking it to the grave

coffee drinker, drags eren for surviving off monsters (bye they taste like battery acid to me, where the sugar, huh?! original red bull supremacy!)

ugh and he’s just so responsible, doing his chores around the house, upkeeping the house and the farm, GIVE HIM TO ME

bye i just realized that out science teacher gave us an extension till 11:59 PM again yesterday (it is now 12:30 AM, for I am eternally damned), and i missed the deadline- AGAIN, so guess what? I’m gonna watch saiki AGAIN🤪

- 🥖 anon

STOPP THE WAY I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS OTHER DAY he’s the only country bumpkin I’d let hit 😚😚

No because just imagine how jacked he is from doing all that farm work… working out was basically built into his day: lifting things off and onto his truck, pushing shit around, building new pens for the animals and just generally fixing up things around the house for his mom. His arms… his thighs… his chest because you know damn well in the summer he forgoes a shirt.

The frozen food slander stop thats so accurate, why would he let you eat that when he could make you something from scratch. He also probably physically can’t even digest it that well since it’s not what he’s used to it’s kinda funny he’d get folded by Taco Bell so quickly please.

So good with animals, he’s basically been raising this one horse since he was 12 and it’s absolutely his baby; he’s good at nursing injured animals back to health and has a soft spot for them. You notice then when you first meet him at uni, and you don’t piece together why he’s that good with animals until he talks about having raised a few back home… then things start falling into place. You don’t know why he was embarrassed to tell you he essentially grew up on a small ranch at first, but you’re glad you finally know.

When he takes you back to his mom’s place for the first time, you can tell just how much love and care Jean’s put into the place. His mom points out all the work he’s done, tells you stories of Jean getting chased by the farm dogs when he was younger, shows you some of his earlier arts and crafts ventures. The place is a little too small for Jean—he has to duck into the door frames, he can easily step over some of the fences in the front yard, his knees hit the table when he sits, but it’s home and he’s happy here and he’s happy you seem to love it too.