#and see where all of my lessons learned goes for me and me alone

[violet-dragongirl]

it's been about 2 years since that fucking argument on that goddamned server and honestly the question that comes up more often nowadays is...were we even friends to begin with?

what the fuck was the point of the relationship between us?

[visionsofmagic]

◜ mk1 men when they get hard in public because of you ◞

▸ characters: bi-han, liu kang, tomas, johnny cage, syzoth ◂

▸ tags: drabble, nsfw, possession, dominance, submission, invisibility, semi-public (kinda), pet names, & more! couldn’t help myself and wrote about mk1 men once again. enjoy! ◂ ▸ m.

BI HAN doesn’t like it even a bit. he’s not a weak man, and he shouldn’t be - has to stay still, calm, and steady in every situation, yes, he can let his anger go from time to time but except for it, he can’t let any feelings go away from his palms, to appear, to control him.

yet, here he is, leaning against the wall, watching you from behind as you train alone in the lin kuei’s training area - bending over, showing every curve of your body, with no shyness and no holding back even though you know he’s right there! he knows you tease him, that you don’t pay attention to him intentionally while doing every position you can as naughty as you can.

hands crossed across his chest, face is covered with his mask - doesn’t give away how he breaths deeply whenever he holds himself from going to your side and fucking you right there - in the middle of lin kuei, making everyone watching you.

the bulge is visible through his black and blue armored suit, but, he doesn’t give a damn fuck about it. contrary to that, he enjoys having it because after a moment, when he is done with your teasing, he picks you up, takes you into his room, and pushes you into the bed as he hovers upon you - lust and dominance rising within him as well as the coldness that he’s body creates on its own because of how you made him turn on in the public, breaking his norms, making him weak. he has to punish you for that.

putting your hand on his crotch, he makes you feel how turned on he is.

“do you feel it? it’s because of you. acting so bratty in front of me, making me watch you, giving me a fucking bulge. you made me have it in public. you have no idea how much it pissed me off - such a greedy brat. will teach you a lesson then, maybe you will learn how to only open your legs wide when you’re alone. if you don’t obey, I will fuck you in front of everyone. as your grandmaster, it’s my responsibility to make sure you act accordingly to the rules.”

LIU KANG has great stability, never showing his true feelings, keeping his face straight except for two things; one, rolling his eyes whenever johnny’s ego goes high, and two, you.

he can’t help it - he tries though, believe it, he tries his best yet you break every wall he has as staying calm and unreadable. to others, he is still unreadable but to you, he isn’t because you see him purely and entirely unlike others, and you know how to push his buttons - the god of fire himself by acting so innocent while showing him your dirty side.

it doesn’t matter what you do to become dirty; from holding your window wide open when he passes by and taking your clothes off, to simply putting dishes on the table in front of him while sitting with others as well, bending over to him so lower that he can see the sight of your breasts - wearing no bra, and even winking at him.

he talks little in those moments, watching you from the corner of his eyes, pushing the desire to fuck you on that table down, waiting until everyone leaves, holding you by the wrist, pulling you onto his lap, making you feel his hardened cock on your ass.

whispering into your ear, his hands travel your body.

“you know how to push even a god’s buttons, princess. but making it in public? oh, you need to learn not to do that, or, I will make sure that you won’t do it again by fucking you on this table where anyone can see. now, let me take you to a more special place. you should take care of my cock after all, with these pretty breasts you showed me.”

TOMAS will definitely try to hide it right away, a bit shy, yet dirty thoughts rushing into his mind when he sees you training - having a little cloth on your body; a bra, and a mini shorts, your body is entirely visible to his eyes.

he knows he shouldn’t take it as an attempt to make him turn on but he realizes your intentions turn from innocent ones to evil when you see him looking at you directly, gulping, a hand stays on his lap, hiding the bulge underneath his clothes, face full of heat because of not having his mask on.

he avoids your eyes immediately, looking at you from the corner of his eyes in a shy way, staying still on the chair he’s sitting on and trying to pay attention to other trainers when he sees you coming to his side, kneeling down - hands on your knees, you ask what’s wrong and from the way you speak, he understands that you’re being a brat.

however, even though he is shy, he doesn’t stop himself from being as needy as you.

“I know what you’re trying to do, yet, it will not create a difference. trying to break me in public is something and you achieved it, I am so turned on that I fantasize about you in ways I shouldn’t have in public. but who I am to blame when you’re being so greedy for me? don’t worry though my goddess, being a good lover for you, I will do my best to fuck you good enough after we get back to our room that you will see your effects on me.”

JOHNNY CAGE will not try to hide it, not even for a second. he doesn’t care about what other people would think when they see a bulge rising under his pants, or how he puts his hand on it, caressing it under the table when he’s sure no one is looking, a smirk on his face as he watches you dance on the floor, giving him a goddamn show - you move your body so beautifully, only for his eyes to see, it makes him turn on the moment you take glances to his direction.

he can see you try not to alert others while showing off your body to him while dancing.

he will say ‘damn’ and drink his favorite liquor, watching you with pleasure, saying ‘it’s nothing’ when others ask what he’s talking about.

when he has enough, he will join you on the dance floor. under the dark lights and in the corner he chooses - less crowded, he puts his hand on your abdomen, pulling your body to his.

back touching his chest, you let his other hand grips your inner thigh under your dress, lip touching your ear as he says with a playful and cheerful voice, pushing his lower part onto your ass so that you can feel how hard he is full.

“feel it, princess? see, this is you making me go so hard in a fucking place like this, in front of everyone, by just dancing. such a naughty little girl you are for me, showing off your skills. ohh, pretty lady, you have no idea how I want to fuck you in one of the guest rooms - oh, and you know what - for this ass, will sure do it. come here, gotta go, you should pay for what you have done to me.”

SYZOTH turns invisible right away when he has enough, getting up from where he sits, eyes not leaving yours as he finds a corner and becomes invisible.

no one can see him - only you who chuckles at his lack of self-control when it comes to you, especially when you make his mind go crazy in the middle of a meeting with others. having no actual job, you just mind your own business until you see how syzoth watches you from a distance, eyes never leaving you as you eat a very juicy fruit, licking your fingers to clean them, slowly, showing how skilled your tongue is which was on him and his entire body, including his cock, a night before as you look up to his heat rushed face, chuckling at him seductively, making him feel submissive yet dominant at the same time.

when the memories rush into his mind, he finds only escape in being invisible but he knows you shouldn’t get away with that so easily, so, when others pay attention to other things and you stay alone, he stays behind you as you sit. then, he slowly appears, dick that is hard enough to be felt through the fabric of his clothes touching your back. he holds your shoulders, kneeling down, he whispers to your ears.

“I see that you didn’t have enough of me last night or you just did all of that to make me go crazy, wanting to eat you alive in front of everyone and staying invisible while doing it. oh my pretty lover, if you keep doing this, it will be the only option for me to make you regret having me hard in here, where anyone can see it. maybe, I will not wait for you to act behaved and fuck you right here, now. hm? what you say, my goddess?”

💚

[snowande]

Yandere dark crown prince x male reader knight. You missed your best friend, the crown prince, he was so nice to you but when he started learning dark magic, he became colder and more demanding of you and his subjects. What would happen if the reader was caught trying to escape? How would the prince react?

Dark Crown Prince

(Male x Male Reader)

[Warning : no minors allowed!! , stockholm syndrome, imprisonment, forced BJ]

Lumi's Note : Hellooo hii hiii!! Thank you for the ask anon!! I hope you don't mind I make it as a fic hehe... I can't help it, I'm really sorry if this takes to long! I had a meltdown with my studies lmaoooo

Hope you all enjoy this! Please tell me if you see any spelling errors, please and thank you! English is not my first language :)

So pretty much you already know he was learning dark magic... Because he told you about it. You didn't think about it that much, you just thought he was just curious, but sometime later you became really scared how he change so much, you don't know who he is anymore.... where did your old bestfriend go?

You prepare an escape plan from the palace, he cage you in the palace. You cannot go anywhere,you can't even do your knight duties anymore....

You attempted to sneak out of the castle under the cover of night, you thought you had gone unnoticed. however, the prince had been expecting this. His dark magic allowed him to sense any movement within the castle walls. He appeared behind you, his eyes glaring the back of your head.

"Leaving without saying goodbye, my dear knight? How rude of you," he said, his voice low and menacing. He stepped closer, his long black cloak billowing behind him. His hand reached out, grabbing your arm with an iron grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

His other hand came up, pressing a cold, sharp object against your throat. You felt the unmistakable prick of a blade. "I've been watching you, my dear friend. I know you've been plotting to escape. But you belong to me, always have and always will." Then he knocked you out to the back of your head with the handle of the blade, making the world around you goes dark.

When you regain consciousness, your head throbs from where he must have struck you. The cold dampness seeps into your bones, and you realize you're in a small, dark cellar beneath the castle. The rag clothes barely cover your body. "Comfortable?"a chuckle echoes through the darkness as the prince's silhouette appears at the doorway, Backlit by flickering torchlight.

He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "I see you're awake. Did you really think you could abandon me so easily, after all we've been through?"He pushes off from the doorway and steps closer.

His boots echoing on the stone floor. He crouches down to your level, his eyes locked onto yours. "You know, I could have killed you for trying to escape. But I didn't. Why do you think that is?"

"w-why?" you ask him as he tilts his head slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I still care for you, you fool. Even after all the darkness that has consumed me, I can't bring myself to end your life. But that doesn't mean I won't punish you."

He stands up and turns to leave, but pauses at the door. "You'll stay here until I decide you've learned your lesson. No food, no water, no light. Just you and the darkness. We'll see how long you can stay sane without me, without my presence to keep you company."

"Wait please!" You plead to him, He freezes as your hand reaches out, his eyes flicking down to your touch. For a moment, his expression softens, almost vulnerable. But then his features harden again, and he captures your wrist in a firm grip. "Don't."

He steps back, breaking your contact. "You don't get to touch me like that. Not after trying to leave. You need to understand what it feels like to be without me, to be alone in the dark."

He turns away sharply and slams the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of a large lock clicking into place echoes through the cellar, sealing you in complete darkness. You hear his footsteps retreating, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the cold.

Hours pass, or maybe it's days—you can't tell in the endless darkness. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant drip of water and the occasional scuttling of unseen creatures. You begin to question your own sanity, wondering if you'll ever see light again.

As the days blur into a never ending nightmare, your body begins to weaken. The hunger pains become unbearable, and your throat feels like it's on fire from thirst. You start to hallucinate, seeing shadows that aren't there, hearing whispers that echo through the darkness.

You curl up on the cold stone floor, shivering and delirious. Your mind is a jumbled mess, filled with doubts and regrets. Why did you try to leave? You had everything you could ever want here. Food, shelter, safety... and him.

Your thoughts become increasingly fragmented, consumed by paranoid. "Why was I so stupid? I could've been in his arms... warm food... comfort... Why? Why did I try to leave?" You hug your knees to your chest, rocking slightly.

Your voice echoes through the empty cellar, "He... He'll come... He has to... He can't leave me here..." You break down sobbing, curling into a fetal position, mumbling his name over and over like a broken record. "His Highness... Crown Prince..."

As you lie there, weak and delirious, suddenly you hear footsteps echoing down the stairs. The sound is so real that for a moment, you think it's just another hallucination. But then the door creaks open, and a figure stands silhouetted against the faint light from above.

The figure descends the last step, and you can finally make out his silhouette—tall, broad shoulders, familiar dark hair. He pauses, taking in the sight of you huddled on the floor, filthy and emaciated. He says nothing, just stands there, staring.

He slowly approaches, his boots clicking on the stone floor. He crouches down in front of you, reaching out a hand to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His voice is cold and calculating as he speaks. "Look at the state you're in..."

His eyes darken as your fingers touch his hand. Your voice is barely a whisper, "Im sorry... Your Highness..." He freezes. Your apology throws him off. He watches you shiver again, your body clearly starved and cold. "You're sorry?

His eyes scan over your dirty face, sunken cheeks, and the ragged clothes hanging off your frame. He notices the way you're trembling, your lips cracked and dry. His expression remains stoic, but his hand tightens slightly around your chin.

" I'm really sorry your highness I'm really am! I shouldn't have escape when you gave me warmth and safety but I throw it away because if my own selfishness..." You beg him for forgiveness, His expression softens briefly, then contorts into a smirk.

He releases your chin and straightens up, towering over you once more. "You promise? You'll stay here, with me, and not try to run again?" He crosses his arms, waiting for your response.

"Yes of course yout highness , I promise..." He watches you nod eagerly, your eyes filled with desperation and sincerity. He almost smiles at how pathetic you look right now starved, cold, and begging for his forgiveness. He uncrosses his arms slowly.

He nods, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "I'm glad you realize how foolish your attempt to escape was. Who else would care for you like I do?"

Suddenlyhe grabs your hair roughly, forcing your head down towards his crotch. His voice is commanding and cold. "Show me just how sorry you are. Use your mouth." He smirks darkly, relishing in the power he holds over you.

His eyes glint with amusement as he watches you hesitantly reach out and unzip his zipper, and grab his thick, hard member. You timidly stick out your tongue and lick the head, tasting the pre-cum leaking out. "Mmm, like that,"

He hisses through his teeth as you tentatively lick the tip of his throbbing manhood. His hands tighten in your hair, pulling slightly as he encourages you to take more. "Open wider," He growls, his voice hoarse with desire.

He pushes your head forward, forcing his cock deeper into your mouth. You gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat. "That's it," he groans, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust.

He continues to fuck your mouth, using you for his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place as he thrusts deeper and harder. You can feel yourself getting lightheaded, tears streaming down your face as he chokes you with his thick meat.

Your mouth is stuffed full, your lips stretched around his length. He watches you try to breathe through your nose, saliva already spilling down your chin. He pulls back slightly, then forces his way back in, hitting your throat again.

"You're doing such a good job apologizing," he taunts, knowing you're struggling to breathe. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy." He speeds up, thrusting faster and deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your chin.

He pulls his slick, throbbing cock out of your abused mouth with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connect from your lips to his shaft. Panting, he grips himself tightly, stroking rapidly. "Open your mouth." he commands, his other hand clamping your jaw and forcing it wide.

His muscles tighten as he jerks himself faster, his eyes fixed on your open mouth. Your tongue sticks out slightly, waiting. He groans loudly, his release nearing. "Right there..." He tenses, his hot seed shooting out and hitting your tongue, chin, and lips.

You feel his hot, sticky cum splashing against your tongue and face. He keeps coming, his hand never slowing as he continues to jerk himself off onto your mouth. Your face is soon covered in his thick, white cream, some of it dripping down your neck. "Swallow it. " he orders harshly.

He zips up his pants, his gaze lingering on your messy, cum-covered face. "Do... Do you forgive me? Can I go back with you...."You speak softly, your voice hoarse from being used so roughly. He pauses, considering your question. Finally, he leans down, his face inches from yours. "Forgiven" he murmurs.

He watches intensely as you swallow his cum obediently, a twisted smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Lifting his still-hard cock, he wipes the remaining drops onto your lips, marking you. "Good..." he purrs darkly, tucking himself back into his pants.

You've been without food and water for almost two days now. Your body is weak and dehydrated. The rough blowjob you just gave him took the last of your energy. Your eyes roll back and shut your eyes.

When you wake up, You were in a bed and your body is washed, and wearing a soft sleepwear, you think to your self where are you? looks like it's his majesty bedroom, of course it is, you've been here many times.

You slowly turn your head, taking in the familiar surroundings. The heavy curtains are drawn, casting a dim light over the room. You notice a glass of water and a plate of food on the nightstand beside you. Your stomach growls softly, reminding you of your prolonged hunger.

Just as you're about to reach for the water, you hear the door creak open. Heavy footsteps approach the bed. You turn your head to see him, the crown prince, entering the room. He's dressed impeccably in a fine suit, his hair perfectly styled.

He sits beside you on the bed, his cold eyes scanning your face. He reaches out and grabs the glass of water, lifting it to your lips. "Drink" he orders. You comply weakly, greedily gulping down the water. "Slowly"

He takes the glass away as you start drinking too fast, coughing slightly. He waits until you catch your breath before allowing you to drink again. He watches you intently as you finish the entire glass. He then picks up the plate of food, bringing it to your lap.

He watches closely as you hesitantly take a bite of the offered food, his expression unreadable. After a few bites, he speaks, his voice a low, threatening murmur "If you ever try to leave me again, I'll make sure you never eat or drink anything ever again. Understood?"

He grips your chin firmly, tilting your face up to look into his cold, calculating eyes. "Answer me" he growls, his fingers digging painfully into your jaw. "Will you try to leave me again?" His eyes search your face for any sign of defiance.

You whimper softly under his grip, tears welling up in your eyes. You know better than to defy him. You shake your head weakly, "N-no, your highness. I won't leave you again" you whisper, your voice trembling. "I swear..."

His expression softens, and he reaches out to gently cup your cheek. "Good boy" he murmurs, his thumb caressing your skin. "You know what happens when you displease me" He leans in, pressing his lips softly against yours in a gentle, almost loving kiss.

The kiss is a stark contrast to his usual rough handling. It's soft, gentle, even tender. It's a kiss that speaks volumes about his feelings for you. When he pulls away. "I missed you,"

He pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you possessively as he buries his face in your neck. His voice is barely above a whisper, completely different from his usual commanding tone. "When I thought I lost you... I almost went mad. No more running away, okay?"

You nuzzle against his chest, your body relaxing in his arms. He's being surprisingly gentle. You answer softly, "No more running..." You pause, then add softly "your highness..."

He hums, a sound of contentment that you rarely hear from him. His hand gently strokes your back, soothing and comforting. "Good boy," he murmurs again, pressing another soft kiss to your temple. His voice is almost tender when he speaks next.

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You know you are mine, don't you? Mine and mine alone. No one else will ever touch you or have you." His voice is possessive yet gentle, sending shivers down your spine.

You nod against his chest, your voice soft and submissive. "Yes, your highness... I am yours. Only yours." You look up at him with adoring eyes, completely devoted to him. He smiles, a real, genuine smile that lights up his face. "That's right..."

He hugs you tightly, his heart filled with happiness and relief. He knows you're his now, completely and utterly his. There's no more running, no more fear of losing you. You're his beloved possession, his treasure, his everything "Forever mine."

This picture is from pinterest reconfortante

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[sugar-gumdrop]

Helloo, I saw your requests open and I just loved your work ♥️ I was wondering of I could ask an iwaizumi x reader, where iwaizumi has been crushing on the reader for forever but he always thought she liked oikawa, cuz the reader is always hanging out with him but gets all quiet and excuses herself when hes around

(its because the reader gets all shy and flustered around him, which is unusual for iwa because he sees the reader as a very extroverted, loud and fun person, similar to oikawa)

so one afternoon on valentines the reader goes to their classroom and asks for oikawa and iwa sees this and thinks that the reader would be confessing to oikawa, but in reality she just told oikawa to give iwa some valentine's stuff and a letter confessing her feelings and why she couldn't give it to him herself because she feels like shes gonna explode if she gets too close to his pretty face jsjdjwjc

Sorry for the long request, but yeah thank you ♥️

a/n: Hello! I'm hoping I lived up to your expectations! Little nervous because this is my first actual request since switching over to Tumblr.

Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f! Reader

Word Count: 2.2k+

It wasn’t unusual for the third-year players on the volleyball team of Aoba Johsai to hang out together. It also wasn’t peculiar for their third-year manager, you, to be seen alongside them in and out of school.

After being seemingly glued to the hip with Oikawa for years, dating rumors of the perfect couple weren’t uncommon. You were never one to address said rumors, as Oikawa bribed you countless times to go along with it as a means of keeping his fangirls at a distance.

But that didn’t mean everyone saw your platonic relationship that way.

“Just because you have a knee injury doesn’t mean you can use it as an excuse for poor passes, Tooru!”

Iwaizumi watched from the far side of the gym as you scolded Oikawa one day.

“What are you gonna do, make me run laps? The doctor told me to take it easy.” The setter stuck his tongue out at you before walking away with a dramatic limp.

Iwaizumi noticed you sigh, most likely letting go of some frustration; however, you didn’t reprimand Oikawa for the attitude. Instead, you set your eyes searching elsewhere.

He quickly caught your gaze, but you only smiled slightly before glancing away.

The awkwardness between the two of you was also something seen as ordinary among the group. But it wasn’t always like that. Thinking back, Iwaizumi recalled the first day he met you.

~~~~

“Iwa-chan! I found someone else who can play volleyball with us!” The seven-year-old Oikawa was sprinting down the paved road without a care for tripping.

And trip he did.

“Watch where you’re going, dummy…” Young Iwaizumi offered his hand to the fallen boy. Oikawa took the help without complaint, his smile still beaming.

“Come on, Iwa-chan! She promised to wait at the court for us, so we need to hurry.”

Not having learned his lesson, he still ran down the street. Iwaizumi sighed, shaking his head before running after his best friend.

Rounding the final corner, the boy paused. A girl his age stood by the net, bouncing their worn-out volleyball against the dirt-packed ground.

Unlike Iwaizumi, Oikawa rushed forward. 

Upon noticing their presence, you pulled the ball away from the over-demanding boy’s grasp, smiling in victory.

“You’re late, Tooru,” you state, nodding in acknowledgement to the new face across the court.

Both Iwaizumi and you started sizing each other up.

“Ah, I forgot!” Oikawa yelled. “Iwa-chan, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” He was still trying to rip the ball away from you, though you remained defiant.

For an inexplicable reason, Iwaizumi found it hard to breathe.

“I barely consider us friends, let alone special friends,” you declared.

“At least try to back me up in front of Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whined, giving up on snatching his volleyball back. “Whatever, let’s just play.”

“Fine, crybaby,” you tease, drawing your attention away from him. The new boy ‘Iwa-chan’ remained stationary at the edge of the lot. “Iwa, come be on my team.”

Affected by your contagious demeanor, he smiled, stepping towards you.

“I’ll team up against him any day of the week.”

~~~~

“Don’t think I can’t see you slacking off either, Kunimi!” Your voice calling out the first-years brings Iwaizumi back to the present situation.

“I would never do that…” the first-year rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your sharp yet friendly gaze.

“Hasn’t your team captain already spoken to you about this? Just help out with some extra cleaning today, alright? Let’s finish up, everyone!” Clapping your hands together, the team splits up to clean the court for tomorrow.

With the coach not present, you had taken the role of concluding practice.

Iwaizumi approached you from across the gym while his teammates busied themselves cleaning to get home quicker.

“Anything you noticed for me that I could improve on, manager?” Iwaizumi joked with the title, though he frowned as you stiffened.

“Um, I mean you’re doing fine. As always, Iwaizumi.” Your hesitant smile appeared forced as you retreated from him. “I need to go help rally up the remaining balls.”

And just like that, you were racing towards the other end of the gym, scaring poor Kunimi as you nearly tackled him for the volleyball cradled in his arms.

What made the third-year feel dejected was the fact that you appeared standoffish with him was something you did around him and no one else. When conversing with anyone else at school, you were your flamboyant, bubbly self.

But when it came to Iwaizumi…it was only for a short time he experienced the same treatment before you became cold and distant.

~~~~

Flowing water from the creek muffled the sound of Iwaizumi’s footsteps along the bank.

You had gone on ahead on your own, determined to catch a frog.

After a couple of years together, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and you were known as the trio of the neighborhood. At this point, the three of you were inseparable, spending every waking hour outside of school exploring or playing volleyball.

When Iwaizumi finally caught up to you, one of his best friends and secret crush, he was expecting you to turn around and greet him cheerfully.

But you were too focused on the frog jumping away from you, further into the creek.

The boy observed as you step carefully onto a wet rock before fully sending it towards the current.

Under quick thinking, he hurled himself toward you, dragging you back toward the muddy bank.

You fell onto him as his back hit the ground, and pain shot through his skull. But he wasn’t concerned about the dizziness that clouded his vision.

“Are you okay? What were you thinking, trying to jump into the river like that?”

“I’m sorry!” you yelped, climbing off of him before helping him sit up. “I…I didn’t know you were here.”

“Did you at least catch the frog?” Iwaizumi joked. You remained silent. “Y/n?”

“I-I should go find Oikawa. Be right back!” You zoomed off, leaving him behind.

Iwaizumi tried to go after you, but the pounding in his head kept him dormant.

Little did he know that your entire demeanor towards him would shift from then on.

~~~~

Walking home after practice was no different than usual. Oikawa walked in the middle with you and Iwaizumi on opposite sides. Every time Iwaizumi attempted to start a conversation with you, you would deflect with simple answers before drifting off into silence.

“Welp, this is where we split,” Oikawa announced slowly, as if none of them knew where he lived. “So I guess I’ll be heading off then.”

“Yep, see you tomorrow,” you replied, waving him off.

“I can walk you the rest of the way, if you want,” Iwaizumi offered before you walked away.

“Um…” You glanced between him and Oikawa, shifting your footing. “That’s okay, thanks. Have a good night!” You bowed slightly to him before taking off down the street. Iwaizumi felt hurt when you hadn’t bothered to even make eye contact.

“Can’t do shit when you don’t listen to my advice as a wingman,” Oikawa muttered, catching Iwaizumi off guard.

“When did I ask you to be my wingman?”

“Huh?” Oikawa froze for a moment before shrugging it off. “Well, you make your feelings for her obvious, so I thought it’d be obvious to you I’d help.”

“You’re the one she likes,” Iwaizumi says, growing agitated. “You act as if the two of you haven’t been pretending to date for years! Do you have any idea how hurt she must feel when you get an actual girlfriend?”

“Well, I don’t imagine she’ll feel too betrayed,” the setter suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t expect me to take your side when she grows resentful,” the boy warned, smacking his friend over the head with his school bag.

“Ow! Don’t be salty, Iwa-chan!”

“Then don’t be a damn idiot.”

A week goes by and suddenly the school is bursting with whispers and giggles. The amount of girls who surround Oikawa seem to grow by the masses, regardless of his attempts to politely shoo them away.

“I don’t even want to imagine what tomorrow will bring,” Hanamaki groaned. “Being single on Valentine’s Day is the worst.”

“I bet you food from the convenience store after practice that Oikawa receives at least twenty chocolates,” Matsukawa wagered.

“That was last year's count; you’re aiming way too low,” his friend argued. “Make it thirty-five and we have a deal.”

Iwaizumi listened to their conversation, half-dreading tomorrow’s school day. A part of him grew fearful of seeing you give Oikawa chocolate, perhaps finally confessing after years of friendship, which would suddenly turn him into a third wheel with unreciprocated feelings.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” Oikawa sat down at the desk in front of Iwaizumi, smiling. It almost felt like he was being mocked.

“Avoid you as much as possible. We don’t have a game, so there’s no need for me to pull you out of your conundrum.”

Oikawa pouted. “Sometimes I feel like you don’t even consider us friends.”

“Say that to the ones who’ve been betting on you.”

Iwaizumi zoned out once more as the bantering got directed elsewhere.

Before he knew it, tomorrow had arrived.

Despite the constant questioning and requests from girls regarding chocolate for Oikawa, Iwaizumi had made it to the final period. He wasn’t planning on prolonging his departure after the bell rings, so he assumed he would be in the clear.

That was, until he heard your voice at the door to the classroom. Turning quickly, he examined you, assessing quickly how uneasy you appeared. Sliding his chair back, he goes to stand before pausing.

“Oikawa! Someone is asking for you!”

His classmate who met you at the door asked for Oikawa directly.

Iwaizumi slid back down into his seat.

As his best friend walked out to the hallway, sliding the door shut behind him, Iwaizumi felt an immense dread course through his body.

You were here to confess to Oikawa, which would inevitably put the setter in a bad spot since he knows Iwaizumi has had a long-time crush on you since childhood.

As expected, Oikawa walked in with a new addition of chocolate and a love letter.

Yet something else to add to his already enormous pile of goodies. Several of his classmates flinched as Iwaizumi slammed his head against the desk.

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…” Oikawa’s voice filtered through the chatter in the classroom.

Iwaizumi didn’t feel like responding, only shifting his head to look the other way.

“I think you’ll want to take a look at this. She put a lot of effort into it, even if this isn’t how we discussed this should happen…” The boy felt Oikawa shove something into his crossed arms.

“Discussed? What are you talking about-”

A little box of homemade chocolates and a letter with his name on the envelope greeted him.

It was your handwriting.

When he looked over, Oikawa appeared disinterested as he stared out the window.

Switching his attention right back to his unexpected gift, Iwaizumi slowly placed the items on his desk. 

With shaky fingers, he unwrapped the letter and began to read.

Dear Hajime, I’m sorry I’m too embarrassed to say this in person. Oikawa will also probably be upset when he realizes I chickened out once again when I hand him this letter to give to you. But I can’t help it because every time your pretty face gets too close to mine I feel like my heart might actually explode. I’ve liked you for years and I still can’t regulate my emotions well enough to act normal around you. By now I’m sure you figured it out. I like you, Hajime. Be my valentine?

The moment the bell rang, Iwaizumi was the first one out the door. Perhaps his teacher yelled at him to walk, but he wasn’t sure.

He went straight for the lockers, knowing you’d most likely be there, changing into your shoes to head home.

“Y/n!” Iwaizumi called out to you. You had been exactly where he thought you’d be.

Panicking, you slipped on your own shoes. Taking a deep breath, knowing there would be no way out, you turned to face him.

Seeing as how you weren’t going to make a run for it, Iwaizumi slowed his approach. With your eyes looking up at him, he saw for the first time why you had turned away all those times. Your cheeks were flushed, and you seemed to have a hard time preventing yourself from fleeing.

“I liked the chocolates.”

“Thanks…What’d you do, scarf them down?” Your laugh sounded awkward. “Anywho, I need to leave for a doctor’s appointment.” You pull your shoe on before shuffling away.

You hear him take a step closer.

“I like you too.”

You were expecting him to maybe spare your feelings, not return them.

“And being each other’s valentines for a day already almost over seems like a waste. How about being my girlfriend instead?”

At this point, you were both nervous.

“That…that would be nice,” you mumbled, still not looking back at him. You yelped as he hugged you from behind. “Iwaizumi, don’t scare me like that!”

“What, is my pretty face gonna give you a heart attack?”

Maybe some details were better left unsaid, knowing now the teasing that would come.

[withbroombefore]

I saw a poll earlier about participation in regular in-person activities, with numbers that make me wonder if a lot of people don't know what the options are or how to find them. Here are some that I have always found welcoming to new people; for me, these are ways to leave my apartment and get some human interaction without having to make much conversation (there is a reasonable amount of that if you want it, but since it's understood that you are there to do an activity, the thing you are doing is the point rather than pure socializing). A search for "[activity] [location]" should tell you what's available in your area.

Contra dancing: This goes at the top and gets explanation because it's my favorite. I grew up doing this and love it very very much; I always look for local dances when I move somewhere new. Most dances are very beginner-friendly (though there are some exceptions), and zero dance experience is required to participate. Many will include a lesson for beginners in the half-hour before the main event starts, and there are always instructions throughout the evening. You truly do not need to know anything going in. The convention is to switch partners throughout the night, and it's completely okay to attend alone and ask people you don't know to dance. Try Contra Dancing has a search tool by zip code. Typically $8-15.

Community theatre tech: Acting is an option if that's your thing, but in my experience, tech is easier if you're looking for an activity because there's not usually competition--you often can just volunteer without needing to worry about auditions or casting. Roles like run crew (where you move set between scenes and such) don't require any prior knowledge, and plenty of the other tasks can be learned with a little training. If you turn up reliably, the word will spread--good techies are invaluable. Free to participate.

Community band or chorus: Prior experience in playing an instrument is necessary for the band; for singing, it depends on the type of chorus. Some are auditioned, others are just thrilled by any participation. May require dues.

Shapenote singing: A more niche one and another of my personal favorites (I ignore the religious lyrics and treat them as poetry). This can take some time to pick up, but many places have a small monthly sing that is very welcoming to new people. fasola.org has lots of information about the tradition and where to sing. Free, optional donations accepted.

Library events: Find your local public library's website and look for a calendar or events page to see if anything appeals. Typically free.

Crafting groups: Yarn stores and other craft supply places often have regular open gatherings (typically free) and/or classes (may cost money for teaching and supplies).

Games: If you have a local game store, check their website for events. Or search "[location] [chess club]" or whatever is your thing. Usually free.

Dance: Depends on what is available in your area. A studio where I am has a monthly swing dance, with beginner lessons before, for $10.

Sports: I don't really do these but they presumably exist and can be found like the other things.

The important thing is to just go do the thing. It will probably feel awkward the first time--that's normal! These are all spaces where the point is for people to show up and participate. They want you to be there, and they want you to come back! Otherwise they can't keep existing. Several of these (contra dancing, shapenote, a lot of crafting groups) are especially excited about new people and younger participants and will be thrilled to teach you how to do the thing. And the only way to make it feel comfortable is to plow through the first awkwardness and go back until you decide if you actually enjoy it or not. When you find a thing you like, keep going, and after a little while you end up with a community of people to see regularly who share your interests. This is what humans are supposed to do.

[ladykailitha]

You're a Dream to Me Part 5

Hey, guys! Welcome back! I just finished this story yesterday and I'm a super excited for you all to see where it goes!

In this we have the reveal and how each of them deal with the news. Also Dustin's reaction is a bit backward, but in all fairness he wasn't full awake yet.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~

Steve was somewhere he hadn’t been in these dreams before. He was standing in the wings of a major stadium watching his soulmate play.

His long curly hair flew about his hair as he headbanged to the song the band was playing. His fingers that held those rings danced along the frets. He was long and lean, his legs clad in tight leather pants, bullet belt on the slutty waist, feet shoved into combat boots. He wore crop top, sleeves cut out, showing the tattoos that dotted his skin.

Then he looked over at Steve and smiled. And Steve’s heart stopped. He recognized those deep brown eyes and dimples. He had seen them staring up at him from magazines and album covers for years.

Eddie Munson.

Holy shit. He giggled excitedly. He couldn’t believe it. His soulmate was Eddie Munson. Dustin had been right, the little butthead.

Then Eddie swept off stage and picked Steve up by the waist, swinging him around, kissing deeply. It was all Steve could do not laugh out loud at the sheer joy of it.

“Hey-ya, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I missed you.” He kissed Steve again fiercely and Steve let him take over every inch of him. His hands slid down Steve’s body and his eyelids fluttered shut, biting back the moan that tried to claw out of his throat.

“I’ve been waiting for you, rockstar,” he murmured back. “For so long.”

~

Steve woke up with a gasp. He scrambled for his phone and the clock read 6:57am, three minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off. He flopped back on the pillows with a huff of annoyance. He wanted to go back to sleep to get back to his dream, but there was no chance of that.

But he had to go to work like a schmuck instead of being a literal fucking rockstar. Holy shit. He couldn’t believe it. Eddie Munson really was his soulmate. Wasn’t that a kick in the head? Like of the billions of people on the planet he would get the lead singer and guitarist of the biggest metal band in the world.

But also someone from his high school.

Suddenly the reason for his soulmate not being ready made sense. If he had been concentrating on his music until now, he probably hadn’t felt like he needed a soulmate. Not when he was on top of the world.

Steve still wondered what changed, but decided to take Robin’s advice and leave it alone. It would do no good to pick at that. Not unless Eddie wanted to tell him.

His alarm went off and he got up. He did his morning routine on autopilot as he looked up other tour dates. Yes, he was seeing the band at the Hideout, but he wanted to see if there were other, sooner days he could meet Eddie.

He called Robin when it was safe to do so, having learned his lesson from his first clear soulmate dream.

“Holy shit!” she cried when he told her. “That’s freaking epic. No ordinary soulmate for Steve Harrington. A mega rockstar worth millions. Only the best for my bestest friend and platonic soulmate.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Bobbie. I appreciate that. So I was wondering if you wanted to see them in concert before they came to Hawkins?”

“As in a vain attempt to get him to notice you and make eye contact?” she said with a note of amusement in her voice.

He chewed on his thumbnail and then blurted out. “Well it’s not like I can call up his management or agent and say ‘hey I’m his soulmate, and not just some rando creep’. Anyone with a half a brain is going to laugh me off the phone.”

“Oof,” Robin said with a grimace. “Yeah. I bet they get hundreds of calls a day of people claiming that shit. I’m sorry, Steve. Yes, I will absolutely help you stalk your soulmate in Indy.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

“I know,” she murmured back. “I’ll see you later and then we can plan a dramatic storming of the stage, okay?”

Steve agreed and then said goodbye, hanging up the phone. His next person he needed to tell was just down the hall.

Claudia had been upset that Dustin had decided to stay and see the concert. Even with Steve telling her it was the chance of a lifetime and that missing school for one week wouldn’t destroy his chances at a good career, it was decided it would be better for all if Dustin stayed with Steve during that week. Dustin still went home for dinner, but it was clear Claudia had thought the decision foolish.

Steve knocked on the door to the second bedroom. Back when Steve first got the place it was Robin’s room, but after she moved out with her soulmate it got turned in a guest room.

Dustin made some grunting noises that Steve took as permission to come in. He hopped on the bed, making Dustin bounce.

“Dude,” Dustin said rubbing his eyes. “What do you call this time?” He sat up to see Steve grinning at him.

“I know who my soulmate is,” Steve said sing-song, bouncing the bed again. “And you’re never going to believe who it is.”

“I refuse to be woken up for anyone less then Eddie Munson,” Dustin said, turning over to roll back to sleep.

Steve bounced on the bed again, his grin stretched out over his features taking up his entire face. “Wakey, wakey, Dusty!”

Dustin lay on his pillow for a moment until his still sleeping brain caught up to what Steve was insinuating. He shot up and Steve threw himself back to avoid getting smacked in the face. But he smirked when Dustin finally looked at him.

“There is no way!” he cried. “The odds would be astronomical that you would get a famous person. I know because I fucking checked!”

“Wow,” Steve said in genuine surprise. “Dustin Henderson talking about the odds instead of crowing that he was right. This is a momentous occasion indeed.”

Dustin folded his arms and pouted. “I hate that Robin got you that word a day calendar. You’ve gotten super verbose.”

Steve cackled. “I think it’s fantastic. But now I can ask him where he gets his rings so you can get replicas made...”

Dustin lit up. “Oh my God! All the things that I could ask him about his music and how he writes and if he still does D&D! This is totally wicked!”

Steve just grinned at him. “I’m so excited that he’s finally ready to meet me. Robin and I are going to try and get tickets to the Indy show, too. See if I can’t like try and make eye contact via the signing line.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said with a nod. “I am totally on board with that. Like I don’t have the money to go see them with you, but like imagine being backstage at The Hideout because you’re soulmates with the frontman of the band.”

Steve looked at his watch. “I’ve to open the shop in an hour, so I’ve got to get going.” He ruffled Dustin’s hair. “But I just wanted to tell you before I went to work.”

“You called Robin first, didn’t you?” Dustin asked dryly. “Like I’m currently staying at your place and she was still the first to know.”

“She is my best friend, Dustin,” he said gently, getting to his feet. “And when anything happens she’s my first call. I had just woken up and called her as soon as I could. You don’t usually stay here while you’re in town. This is a very special circumstances.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed, “Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sure, bud.”

Steve got his breakfast on the go and practically skipped down the stairs to his car. He paused at the bottom step and looked up at his old apartment. Maybe it was time to move out and get a place that was all his own.

He had been living in the past for so long, he had almost forgotten how to live. Now that he knew who his soulmate was, it was like the universe had given him permission to move on and he felt lighter than he had in years.

He skipped to his car and whistled happily to the music in the car all the way to work. He put on the latest Corroded Coffin album for the speakers at work and got down to opening the store.

He even got to have a nice chuckle at some Karen opening the door to the bookstore and immediately closing it again when she heard the music. She never did come back, much Steve’s unbridled glee.

By the time Robin got into work, Steve was halfway through putting up a display of Corroded Coffin merchandise on the main table.

“Sap!” Robin said, skidding to a stop. “You are going to be absolutely disgusting with your soulmate, I can already tell. Like Gomez and Mortica levels of unhinged devotion.”

Steve looked up at her, his whole countenance positively beaming. “Do you really think so? Gosh. If we were even a tenth that level, I think I would be pretty happy.”

The teasing grin fell off Robin’s face and was replaced by a fond smile. She knew that Steve had been waiting a long time for his soulmate and had about given up hope that they would meet while they still had time to build a relationship. But now?

He was like a puppy who had been adopted to a loving home for the first time and still couldn’t believe its luck.

“I’m happy for you, dingus.”

~

Eddie woke up feeling annoyed. He had been dreaming about Harrington for years but recently the dreams had gone from steamy and sexy to lovey-dovey and pure unadulterated sap. What the honest fuck was up with that? He was supposed to be getting soulmate dreams not whatever the hell this was with Harrington.

He swung his legs off the bed and sat up. He scrubbed his face and stood up. He got halfway to the bathroom when he came to a sudden stop.

He looked back at the bed for a moment.

One of the most common aspects of soulmate dreams was the clarity in which you could remember them. Like with other dreams, you might remember them or maybe bits and pieces, but often once you woke up they vanished like fog before the morning sun.

But lately he had could recall each dream with startling accuracy. Like he could remember the way Steve nuzzled into his neck, the constellations they looked at, and most importantly, the song he was playing in his last dream.

But there was no way right?

Steve Harrington must be on his way to the six kids and the white picket fence by now, right? There is no way that ladies’ man, sex on legs wouldn’t have gotten his soulmate by now. That the universe would be that fucking cruel not to give the guy the best soulmate the world had to offer as soon as possible, instead of some asshole who was prejudiced against anyone who didn’t match his own aesthetics.

Yeah, yeah. He was over that now. But how long had Steve had to wait for him if he was right? Was it weeks or months? Because if it was years...

He stomach seemed to hollow out and he felt a swooshing feeling from his head to his toes.

Steve Harrington was his soulmate?

There could be no other answer.

He dropped to a crouch and put his head between his legs as he fought regain equilibrium. Once he felt like he could stand, he got up and grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Chris,” he muttered, biting his thumb nail. “You’re never gonna believe this.”

~

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[krems-chair]

I've been thinking a lot today about how easily people condemn Solas for making the choices he did or for so regularly refusing the help and love his friends or a romanced Lavellan extended to him and how that's a very easy thing to do from behind a screen in a fictional game where you are able to (with very few exceptions) curate a world in which your allies are loyal and your decisions will go the way you'd like them to.

And yeah, it's a game and that's kind of the point, but if I were to look at it a little more deeply (and who am I kidding, I got back on this website exclusively to process the aftermath of Veilguard) I'd say that there's so much to be found in wondering if the protagonists in any of the other games would have fared better in similar conditions.

Apparently I can't stop making long posts, so buckle in.

What would Morrigan have become in a world where the Warden never stumbled upon her cottage with Flemeth, if she never got the chance to see more of the world and decide what she wanted out of it? With just her mother (who, coincidentally in this Solas-y discussion is also kind of Mythal) and no support, who is to say what she would have unleashed upon the Korcari Wilds one day when the confines of her cage became too much?

What about Leliana? She, too, suffered at the hands of a very controlling abuser who tried to convince her that one lifestyle was all that her future held. What do we think she would have become if not for a chance meeting in Lothering with someone who could help her face down the woman that molded her?

Fenris, a character MANY people are just fine with was incredibly ready to kill a mage on sight if need be, no questions asked. Where do we think his story goes if he doesn't have someone in his corner early on enough in the game? If he doesn't get caught by Danarius, he's almost certainly going to end up on a murder spree, and he doesn't even have Justice whispering in his head to do it.

Cullen. Just all of him. It's an absolute miracle he hasn't snapped by the time you encounter him in Inquistion, and even then you get the benefit of intervening at a critical point in his story several times over.

Almost every other character could face this analysis and I think we'd reach a result that suggests perhaps the only thing keeping them lovable is your playable character's investment in their well-being.

Enter Solas. We don't meet him when he's twenty to thirty something and on the precipice of falling down a dark path. He's been there for literal millennia already, and with the exception of one close friend he's been alone. And not even Felassan is enough because of the years Mythal had prior to that friendship to make Solas exactly who she needed him to be.

I've had shit friends before that aren't just good at isolating people, they're naturals. I barely made it through high school with my mental health in place (in fact, looking back, it almost certainly wasn't). When you think you've got a true friend and they need something of you, it's so easy to blindly follow them because you think your love is enough to mark someone's soul as trustworthy. Solas doesn't learn that lesson until it's too late, and even when he does he can't turn back: the spirit that was once Wisdom has been exposed to several of the worst ancient elves to ever exist and now he has to stand his ground rather than let it all fall, because that is what Pride would dictate. Admitting that the person you gave your love and labor and time to is a monster is hard. And he was alone.

Give me Morrigan after centuries with her mother. Show me Leliana after the years have become a blur and the only voice whispering in her ear is Marjolaine's. Show me the innocent mages that don't make it through if all Fenris has for years and years and years are the scars Danaris left him and the means to make more. Show me Cullen if he stays in a chain of command under a Knight Commander who knows exactly what he fears and holds it over his head for so long he forgets what it was like to be an excited kid begging the templars for training because he just wants to keep people safe.

We get companions in these games who are broken by the time they're twenty. Solas has spent thousands of years in servitude to a cause of a woman he believed to be his only friend. He doesn't know who he is without her influence, anymore, only exists physically in the first place because she asked it of him and then asked again and again and again. He doesn't have a witty band of merry fools to pull him out of that cycle. He has Felassan, but he has him during war after war after war in the hopes of freeing others from the very situation that torments him.

Trauma from war affects everyone touched by it, nevermind the fact that Solas is actively responsible for saving the lives of thousands and feels each life like a weight around his neck because maybe he can save them like he cannot save himself. We should always be worried about the people trying to do the most good. Who is looking out for them? Why are they so determined to help others? Could it be that it's something they wish others had done for them?

Solas certainly feels comradery with Felassan from working together to free slaves from the very people he helped put in power because Mythal told him it would be okay only to leave him with the pieces, but even the Solas that Felassan knows has been turned into an attack dog shying away from the touch of the very person it desires to be near above all others by the time their relationship forms.

The fact that Solas is able to try and show the Inquisitor who he is at all is a miracle as far as I'm concerned, a sign of a peaceful spirit of Wisdom who loves knowledge for the sake of it finally sensing that there might be a chance to embrace its nature again.

Yeah, if you give him what he has come to expect from people with power, if you let near-absolute power over the masses corrupt you, he's going to bristle and try to shut your inquisitor down.

But if you show him even the smallest bit of kindness? If you treat him like the starving wolf he talks about and feed him instead of fighting him? God, it shatters his entire existence.

It's called a cycle of abuse for a reason. Finding friendship, finding the love of your long-ass life can be the first step in realizing there's better out there. But the time it takes to learn that? When you're too weary to even reach out for help in the first place and afraid of every kind word or gesture because you've never known such tenderness (on a platonic OR romantic level, both matter so so much) before?

Part of the compelling tragedy of Solas is that it's almost Orpheus-like how he knows what he has been made into and still cannot stop himself from yearning for more, from turning around to see if just this once something has changed. You can't convince me that he hasn't spent years hoping that someone will hear the legend of the Dread Wolf and see it for what it is, a leash the Evanuris created for Mythal's whipping boy to ensure that even if he ever escapes them, the people he fought to save will hate him. And I cannot blame him for the shock and terror that consumes him when he realizes someone finally has.

You give me any of dragon age companions after the amount of time Solas spent under Mythal's thumb without your character's intervention and you tell me how that looks.

You tell me if they're able to change at the first sign of something that feels too good to be true.

And then, I want you to tell me they're any less worthy of trying to save, especially when you know how good their best can be.

Solas might be hard for some fans to love, but it's only because he serves as the perfect representation of the beast we are all capable of becoming when the love that sustains us, assuming we receive any at all, is laced with poison.

The journey out of that place, out of a literal prison of regret, is brutal, and I'm thrilled that even with the many things about Veilguard I'm still struggling with, we have the chance to let Solas try again with the help of those who love him not because he never fell down, but because they believe in the beauty of a future where he gets back up again.

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕 ✧

yandere secret agent x reader

‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧ 🍸₊˚ ⋆｡ 𖦹 °

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: after taking on your friend's offer to head downtown to a hidden bar, you find yourself in the middle of a covert operation. thankfully Messiah is there to hide you from danger. or did he just push you right into it?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: gn reader, yandere, suggestive position & situation, slight violence, reader held at gunpoint, mentions of a firearm and getting shot, reader pressed against male crotch, sadism(?), auditory hallucination (you hear voices), hair pulling, swearing

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,153 words

⭒ a/n: it was my birthday last month and i had planned to post this by then but ofc i never learn my lesson and kept my drafts in tumblr (leading to it getting deleted) 😭!! so sorry for the wait everyone and happy late new years! :D hope u like the batman wannabe.. it goes from 0 to 100 rq because it's hilarious to me and i'm sleep deprived.. i can smell the hate comments already

will you venture down this path?

it was supposed to be another weekend night spent alone in your home; you, comfortably snuggling against your pillows while playing your favourite brain-rot game from night to morning.

but here you were— unfortunately not in your bed, and devastatingly not romancing your fictional game characters. your friend, Vern, had dragged convinced you to join him and try out some random jazz bar which recently opened.

he mentioned his band would be playing there... he's probably just trying to get more people to hype up his band.

the warm ambience of the bistro & bar, alongside the joyous laughter ringing all over the room, people bantering and simply enjoying each other's presence was enough to erase the thoughts of your usual weekend plans. it was the type of place where you couldn't bring up any negative emotions just because of how chill everyone and everything was. so that's one forgiveness point to your friend.

at some point, Vern had split off from you to meet up with the other Ares band members to go perform— leaving you to drink away your life at the bar.

you channeled your best resting bitch face to avoid any strangers trying to hit on you, which worked. you sat alone listening to the blue voice of the current performer, making small talk here and there with the bartender.

oh, the bartender—

you'd been eyeing him up all night.

he was the only other person at the bar. like all other bartenders, he was charismatic and attractive despite the two deep scars running down his left cheek.

maybe he noticed you looking at it, because he suddenly rasped out, "...animal attack" with a nonchalant smile. which is quite impressive, since your gaze never once lingered on the scars for too long. he must be observing me.

Logan (you read his name tag) was an exceptional conversationist. and he played the bartender role extremely well. he brought up topics like your ambitions, your dreams, and even your darkest passions effortlessly.

but his eyes never seemed to really focus on your figure when you talked.

it was always off to a specific direction in the distance. and when you turned to look at what he was looking at, there would only be the same wrinkly old man sitting on the sofa chair.

"can you see it?"

confused, you reply, "see what?"

do you see it? the eyes? his lack of mouth? with hair as white as his, and skin as dark as void, how can you not see me?

"what the hell are you sayi—" you grow pale when you turn back and see Logan had his back turned away from you the whole time, far from the counter.

who was talking to me?

and for the first time in 3 hours since you've arrived, the old man from the chair moves. he wanders aimlessly for a moment until setting his sights on the bar. multiple random people who were loitering in the room take notice of his sudden movement, and all briskly walk towards him.

you're petrified.

the world is spinning, people are blocking the old man's path from you. and you're so thankful for that because it gives you the time to be pulled on top of the bar counter and then underneath it by a pair of strong hands.

your consciousness recovers and you're met with Logan, body crouched down to your level. his shadowed face shows no semblance of the bright man you were talking to a while ago. now his own icy blue eyes pierced through yours, and the once attractive rasp of his voice is now chilling to the bone.

"Logan—"

"you better fucking shut up unless you want to die."

he pulls out a revolver and points it to your forehead.

profusely nodding your head in understanding, tears begin to prick your eyes; this is so fucking messed up, what is happening??

your brain tells you that this was just the alcohol getting to you, and maybe Logan has some kind of split personality and a murderer... that it's some kind of sick prank Vern is probably pulling on you. maybe my drink got spiked...

but your gut tells you that you are in great danger. alcohol has never made you experience that level of auditory hallucination... hell, you were probably being delusional right now— of course Logan's trying to kill you!!

you could hear the faint sounds of bodies thudding against other people as if they were thrown or pushed. but no screams, just grunts. the loudness of the approaching footsteps came to a halt in front of the counter.

you cover your cries as best as you can with your palms and with Logan's hidden weapon still pointed at you. you could so easily whack it away or dodge it. but you stop once you hear the most grotesque voice ever, the result of what sounded like flesh tearing apart and bones reconstructing.

"where... are... they.....?"

you are faced with two decisions:

scream for help and get shot in the head by Logan

scream for help and face whatever the fuck is out there

either way, you don't get to choose. because the stress of the situation is beginning to overwhelm you and soon your whimpers slip out a little. small enough to not be heard from in front of the counter, but big enough for whoever is on top of you— and that someone happened to be the psychopathic bartender.

you freeze.

but your strength alone is not enough to hold back against the veiny hands that grab the back of your hair and push you against the bulge of the man standing in front of you.

you push and thrash over his grasp, but your actions only lead to him digging the lower parts of your face further into his crotch. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING??? IS HE TRYING TO SILENCE ME WITH HIS DICK?!

and it works...

you stay silent and limp, not because of fear. but because of the absurdity of this situation and the slow growth of whatever beast is hiding under those black waiter pants.

the heat of your muffled breath against his privates collects in your face, it's getting too much but you hold yourself together. your hands that were once pushing him off now lay on the top of his hardened thighs.

Logan shares a couple words with the old man before pointing him elsewhere. you catch a strange name falling off the old man's lips, Messiah. fuck, is this a cult? shortly afterwards, you hear the light sounds of evacuating feet. he's finally gone.

and with the speed of a middle-aged lady during black friday sales, you manage to push him off to the side and stand up across him, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

you were humiliated, violated, mentally tired and— and—

why the fuck is he blushing.

[sgiandubh]

Looking for balance

People have been asking for years that she would name McGill in the same sentence as 'husband'. This happened, after almost six years of marital bliss #shitshow, which is (how can I properly put it?) at least peculiar. And yes, I am still perfectly unfazed - because you see, promo also means being as consensual as possible. In this regard, it would seem the lessons of that costly, (in)famous Vanity Fair interview have been learned. But also that her fresh, organic image the veterans of this fandom so much enjoyed is probably gone.

Among all the interviews she so liberally (and rather proportionally with the big budget of The Amateur) offered, the most interesting one was for Io Donna the woman weekly supplement of the big Italian newspaper Corriere della Sera. It was posted across the street and they were unable to read, let alone understand it. They imagine we were as parochial and dumb as they are, so I said 'hold my beer' and translated it for you.

[Source: https://www.iodonna.it/personaggi/star-internazionali/2025/04/08/caitriona-balfe-protagonista-con-rami-malek-in-operazione-vendetta/ - 8 April 2025]

This time, we are talking about a widespread, very prestigious European media outlet. Not a Swiss news portal, bearing also in mind that Switzerland is a market seven times less important, in terms of audience, than Italy.

Anyways, there goes - my own translation, thank you:

Caitriona Balfe, star of 'The Amateur': 'I'm Frustrated by Injustice in the World' A former model and aspiring director, she is best known for her role as Claire Fraser in the television series Outlander. by Michaela K. Bellisario

"They made Rami run around a lot. We shot the escape scene so many times that we ended up joking about it." Caitriona Balfe, 45, actress and supermodel, is one of the two female leads (the other is Rachel Brosnahan) in The Amateur with Rami Malek, an American spy action thriller directed by James Hawes, based on the 1981 novel of the same name by Robert Littell, in theaters starting April 10.

Malek is a CIA code breaker who works in the basement of the Langley headquarters in the United States. His life is turned upside down when his wife is killed in a terrorist attack in London. When his supervisors refuse to act, he embarks on a dangerous journey around the world to track down the real perpetrators of the attack and avenge his wife. Caitriona Balfe is the widow of another agent and helps Malek using her computer skills.

Caitriona Balfe in The Amateur : "I accepted the movie because we were going to shoot in Marseille and Istanbul"

For Caitriona Balfe, originally from Dublin, this is a new role . The actress is best known for her role as Claire Fraser in the TV series Outlander, for which she won a BAFTA Scotland, two People's Choice Awards and two Saturn Awards, and received four consecutive Golden Globe nominations for Best Actress in a Drama Series. In 2021, alongside Jamie Dornan, she starred in the film Belfast, written and directed by Kenneth Branagh.

Caitriona Balfe, what made you take this role? I liked the idea of ​​​​measuring up to a character so different from the others played to date. And then I was attracted by the possibility of working with Rami Malek and the director James Hawes, who I admire for the series Slow Horses. Last but not least, I confess, the fact that it was shot in Istanbul and Marseille. After all those years in Scotland ...

In fact, you basically worked and lived in Scotland for the TV series Outlander. Yes, that's eleven years in total. Intense and beautiful years. But, of course, every now and then changing location doesn't hurt, especially if I think of my colleagues who, instead, shoot for example, I don't know, in exotic locations (laughs).

Caitriona Balfe: "Rami Malek Gave Me So Much Advice" You have long scenes with Rami Malek, the “avenger”, especially those where you run to escape from the “enemies”, can you tell us a behind-the-scenes anecdote? If you mean the escape scene, we repeated it five times, it must have been three in the morning on a cold January night in Marseille. An adventure… Malek is a very generous professional and gave me a lot of advice. I arrived on the set when the shooting was already underway, it always takes a few moments of orientation to fit in and Rami supported me at every moment.

What is the message of this action thriller: revenge or peace? The film seems to be focused on revenge, Rami tries in every possible way to avenge his wife's assassination by occult terrorist forces. But during his long escape around the world, a bit like in a hero's journey, he understands that after all revenge is only the starting point of what he is doing. He understands the only thing that makes sense is to discover the truth and he wants justice to be served.

Food for thought in such a troubled moment of global politics… Exactly. In our world, these two levels, revenge and aspiration towards justice, are often confused. Yours is an interesting question we should all ask ourselves at this moment in time. I liked my character because she chose truth instead of revenge. And she has a positive influence on the character played by Rami Malek.

Caitriona Balfe: "I'm frustrated by injustice"

What makes you call for revenge? Everything! I am a Libra and I am looking for harmony in everything. I am frustrated by the lack of empathy between people, yet we are all interconnected, equal, we should treat each other with love and compassion. The same goes for animals and the environment. Everything would be easier, right? Instead, it seems to be the most difficult thing in the world. I was talking about it with a friend just today. You reach a certain point in life where you understand that the only important thing is love for all sentient beings.

Let's take a step back in time: you were a supermodel in the 90s and then you made your debut in The Devil Wears Prada… As I always say… I didn’t actually act in the film. I was an extra, one of the many girls who sashay in and out of the editorial office. But at least I had the chance to meet Meryl Streep. Even becoming a model was the result of chance. I was eighteen and studying acting in Dublin when I was noticed. I was able to live in Japan, France, Germany… ten years of discoveries.

"I'm interested in nourishing the soul"

You have tried directing on Outlander's set. Yes, I would love to end up behind the camera again, I am interested in exploring storytelling and narratives. Ultimately, thousands of years ago, when we were all cavemen, we told stories around the fire. For an actor, that is perhaps the most interesting side of it, because we are limited in the roles we play. Directing will make me able to tell stories in a much broader way.

How do you balance your private life with your professional life? Since I had a son, everything has become much more complicated. But it's not a problem, he is my priority. For the first three years of his life I worked a lot, now I've decided to take some time for us to be together, also because he will start school and we will have to find a new balance.

What do you do in your free time? I explore my creative side. I try to practice yoga. Nourishing the soul is definitely the most important task we have.'

***

I took the liberty to put in italics the answers I considered way more interesting, and perhaps even honest, than the rest. Her Stans should definitely take a deep look at what she said about empathy (or rather lack thereof), equality and her ultimately feeling that people are interconnected - all things I have particularly found Mordor wanting, especially considering their uncanny brutality and love of insults.

Corriere della Sera is a far more liberal media outlet than FOX, so the message of her points of talk was tailored to align with its values: yoga, compassion, empathy, environment and animal rights, tolerance and connection, injustice of the actual global context (subtly so, always as far as she is concerned). Again, no surprise and a clearly more serious, better adjusted image for the (perhaps more sophisticated) given audience. All you need is love, insomma: there's nothing more consensual than that, there's nothing less encouraging to probe further the real C behind the mask, Oriana Fallaci style.

I was not surprised, then, to see no mention of McGill, whatsoever. This is, at any rate, rarely done in European media of this level and importance, unless the story is compelling. She seems now entirely focused on Blonde Bambino, who (in her own words) has become 'her priority' (but, but...oooh, LOL) . That was the golden opportunity to mention McGill in a very positive, indisputable context, yet she did not take it - I really wonder why. Oh, and in case you wonder, the 'us' in 'I decided to take some time for us' refers, in my humble opinion, exclusively to her and Blonde Bambino. This being reinforced by her mentioning she worked a lot on Outlander and her will to spend more one on one time with him before he'd start school.

The contrast is clear. Different messages for different markets: she is a human being, not a batch of Skyr. However, it is with deep nostalgia (and also a wide grin) that I noticed the website also linked to a July 2016 interview of hers to the same newspaper, for the people who had time to kill and were willing to know more about her story. Lo and behold, here is what I found:

[Source: https://www.iodonna.it/personaggi/interviste-gallery/2016/07/15/caitriona-balfe-sono-uneroina-romantica-ma-non-ho-tempo-per-lamore/]

My translation: 'Caitriona Balfe: I am a romantic heroine, but I don't have time for love. On the TV screen, I have two husbands, but in my own life I've got none', jokes the actress, star of the cult series Outlander. She is talking to us about 'real sensuality', passion and feeling embarrassed. And she tells us why she'll never go to Paris with any fiancé'.

My translation: 'From the Scottish Highlands to the 1750's Paris: how much does the script weigh on the acting?

The Scottish Highlands are wild lands, the intensity of the landscape and the events of that time are encouraging Claire and Jamie's passion. Then, Paris does create strong tensions. I don't know if you have already went to the French capital while being in love: it's such a pressure to love each other, that it always ends in fighting' (laughs).

Of course, the rest is paying lip service to the narrative, but what about the trolls across the street for whom McGill was already the chosen one, by then (as if, heh... as if...)?

Stop lying. You're not doing her any good.

[dancing-dawn]

atsushi for the ask game 🙏

Oh my darling boy, my sweetest joy, oh, how this ask has brought the brightest smile upon my face. Hihi this is gonna be a long one, I tried my best to restrain myself, I swear!

Favourite thing

Boldsushi! SASSUSHI! I love how unapologetically cocky and no-bullshit he gets when surrounded by utter madness and at some (many) points he feels like the only reasonable person in the room. He is also literally the most unique and lovable (once you get to really know him) protagonist I've ever read. My boy is so complex and to me, out of the whole cast, he feels the most like a real person.

Least favourite thing

Atp I adore canon Atsushi so much, the only thing I dislike is his fanon perception. In particular - people who just do not get why he's a compelling protagonist and not a "weak pathetic crybaby." I am pointing knives at everyone who still dares to STILL utter those lies this after recent chapters.

Favourite line

*clears throat*

"Away with you... you fool."

...but! Considering that is not an original thought but a shamelessly stolen flirty dramatic ass pick-up line from our second best boy xD I'll give you another, the silly and the serious:

"All this cause of Dazai, well, Dazai, my ass!"

-> oh the amount of times I have rewided to hear this over and over, laughing hysterically every single time, oh dear

Ok now for the serious one:

"Akutagawaaaaaa!"

"People need to be told they're worthy of being alive by someone else or they can't go on."

-> I love this one because of how blatantly wrong he is. And by wrong, I mean having an unhealthy mindset plagued by deep-rooted trauma, and this being the only way he's learned to cope. That's why he's a fascinating character. He's not saying this as a "lesson" or "moral" to the audience, nor as an objective truth - he's simply stating what he believes in and what drives him to keep going. Obviously this is an incredibly dangerous life policy to have because if you surround yourself by people who don't have your best interest in mind, and you rely on them to tell you what your worth is and why you're allowed to live - then you're just doomed, you're playing with the hazard of life and walking the thinnest line between hope and despair.

I can get into how this also connects to Akutagawa’s influence on Atsushi as he, subconsciously or not, helps him grow in the direction of living seperately from his past and abiding by his own ideals (something that is mirrored by Aku's own struggles), seeing his self-worth and taking action EVEN if faced with his biggest fear of being alone, even when the world is against him and there's no one there to pat him on the back and tell him he did a good job, even when everything and everyone has fought for is gone and he's left to pick up the pieces and he needs to believe his strength goes beyond the tiger's prowess, that he exists for a reason and he is enough, he is allowed to believe himself worthy of going on...

...but this wall of text is gonna have no end, so maybe another time!

brOTP

Kyouka & Atsushi. There is just no stronger familial relationship than those two and their influence on each other's lives is very sweet and very important. For me this hits especially hard in Beast and makes me tear up, just a bit (totally). I also regularly think about the crepe scene and it fills my heart with warmth and joy. Big brother Atsushi, my love, I will die for you (im almost starting to sound like yk who, jesus).

OTP

Ahem, *clears throat again*

*picks up the microphone* *leans down and whispers*

"Skin Soukoku."

*the crowd claps and cheers, showering me with bouquets of daisies and black roses* *i bow and take my leave, the faintest trace of a smile on my face*

nOTP

mmmm I actually don't have one, I think?? Even tho I will die on my sskk hill, I respect all ships with Atsushi because they're just wholesome and fun if you imagine then in an alternate universe (where Aku somehow doesn't exist *cough*) I guess if you're fooorcing me to choose, I will have to say Dazatsu because it just doesn't make sense to me, I cannot even see it making sense in any universe or scenario - for me they are simply mentor and mentee, barely even friends at max. The hierarchy gap here is just too large, I feel. But I enjoy some cute fanarts here and there for fun nonetheless <3

Random headcanon

He is absolutely ogling every single cutesy tiger-themed article of clothing and furniture he sees but needs to restrain himself due to the imaginary flies coming out of his wallet. Kyouka notices this someday and buys him a baby tiger plushie or some cartoony tiger bedsheets (*cough* which I may or may not have already written into my wip *cough*).

Unpopular opinion

Considering my only habitat is sskk circles with very insighful people who understand his character mmmm it's a bit hard for me to know what is unpopular. But I'm gonna say that his flashbacks to the orphanage are not reduntant at all, no matter how repetitive they get, because it honestly feels like how a real person would experience trauma. It's not sugar-coated or glorified for the interest of the story, it just feels genuine yk?

Song I associate with them

Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo, because of this gorgeous animatic by @piedpip3rrr

For the love of everything, please just drop everything for a minute and watch this, if you haven't already.

Everything about it is sheer perfection - the storytelling, the relation of the characters to the lyrics, the incredibly expressive and gorgeous drawings, the coloring (that has a storytelling of its own even!!), the subtle motions that just pull on your heartstrings with every single beat. I love this thing <3

Favourite picture

*pushes my sunglasses slightly over the bridge of my nose and slides this across our imaginary table*

*disappears into the shadows*

...

*feral shouting resonates through the aforementioned shadows*

Ok OK LIsteN. I think, and I am correct, that we as a fandom have failed spectacularly by getting over this panel WAY so soon. Yes, I have the "you fool" one printed out at my desk and I stare at it lovingly every half hour or so, but THIS ONE! Oh, this belongs in a museum. I would pay money if I had to, just to rest my gaze upon it for a mere second. I believe I need not express myself on why it's so magnificent... but I'm gonna do it anyway, becuz who's stopping me, my blog my rules woooo! :D

1. Peak of Harukawa's new art style. Hands down. The softness of his features. The tender look in his eyes. The composition is strikingly dynamic and just heartbreaking to take it all in. There is a dream-like quality to it that makes it feel ethereal, yet it depicts a living nightmare.

2. Oh, the hand reaching out for Aku. The way he turned his whole body to face him mid fall. As if he's seeking comfort because he's scared to die alone and he's scared of leaving his partner, no matter if he knows his strength and believes in him with his whole being. The way there is not an inkling of regret in his eyes, because he's finally done the right thing. It's his closure, his retribution, his response to a sacrifice in his own name that he didn't believe himself worthy of. But now he understands. Need I say more?

P.S. Link to the Aku sequel because they shall always come as a pair <3

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You... Cheater? - Side Characters

SUMMARY: They saw you making out with some random demon. But only after talking to you will they find out that it wasn't you after all. It was a demon impersonating you. But how did they feel before realizing this and how did they react to the relief that it wasn't really you they saw?

(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)

CHARACTERS: Side Characters (Diavolo; Barbatos; Simeon & Solomon)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Comfort; Kiss, Tears, a little Angst (I think)

WORD COUNT: An average of 540 words per character.

👉 You… Cheater? - Demon Brothers

COMMENTS: I was looking for prompts and saw something like “cheating” or “How would they react to being cheated on?” But I don't like cheaters, this would be to sad. However, they thinking they were cheated on, but in fact they were deceived and you comfort them, that looked like a better option to me.

I hope you enjoy ;)

P.S.: I wrote Solomon's part after Lesson 17 of Nightbringer

CONTEXT: He was walking the streets of Devildom and he saw you! Or at least someone he thought was you. The appearance was exactly like yours! And you were making out with some random lower demon, that was unmistakable. That he could see clearly without a doubt.

(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)

It's not normal for Diavolo to walk around alone. Barbatos would not allow that. That's why he escaped him and used a spell to disguise himself. When he sees “you”, he's more confused than shocked. But can't help but feel a sinking in his heart. He didn't feel the effect of a control spell, one who had forced you to do that. Which means that person was doing it of their own free will. And maybe that's why he didn't notice the shapeshifting spell.

He will not interrupt “you”, that would be impolite. But he still thinks something is wrong. He goes back to the Demon Lord's Castle and orders Barbatos to invite you to meet him. His butler didn't question and didn't dare scold him about shirking his duties for a walk, because Diavolo had his rare serious expression.

When you arrive, Barbatos leads you to the Garden, where diavolo is sitting in front of a table with tea and cookies. You assume it's just a little date, since you don't know what he saw. Barbatos pulls out the another chair for you to sit in while Diavolo greets you with a smile, and then he leaves the two of you alone, saying if you need anything just say the word.

He asks you how are you and how was your day. You say it was a pleasant, peaceful day. You spent the afternoon in Purgatory Hall, learning some recipes from Simeon and Luke and teaching them some recipes from your home. You guys did so many things that you even took the opportunity to bring some sweets for Diavolo and Barbatos.

He stares in amazement at your innocent smile and the box you hand him. “Have you been with them all afternoon?” He asks “You never went out to buy ingredients or something like that?” You find those questions a little strange, but answer honestly, that you went out with them at a time to buy some ingredients. “Did you ever leave their side?” No. Why? What's going on?

He laughs out loud in relief. He apologizes to you for making you so confused and tells you what he saw. He had invited you to talk about it and your relationship, but it seems that it was all a misunderstanding after all. And he's so relieved he can't even hide it well.

You are shocked by what he told you. And you tell him that you would never do such a thing, you'll never make out with a random person in the street. And that you love him. He brings his chair closer to yours, puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek passionately. “I know my love. I know very well the person I fell in love with. That's why I thought it was strange and I needed to see you and talk to you.”

What he doesn't tell you is that he's going to find the demons responsible for that and punish them. He is generally peaceful, but such disrespect cannot go unpunished.

Barbatos was probably doing some errands for Diavolo. When he sees “you”, he just freezes in shock. He tries to understand if you are bewitched, but you don't feel any control spell that forced you to do that. And somehow also misses the shapeshifting spell. But that doesn't stop him from thinking something was wrong.

He ends up just withdrawing to finish his task and return to the Demon Lord's Castle. Once in the palace, he asks Lord Diavolo for permission to meet with you, as there was a matter he needed to discuss with you. He gives him permission and Barbatos goes to the House of Lamentation.

Nothing seems strange, except maybe for Lucifer, which is the one that knows the behaviour of Barbatos best. He arrived as if nothing was wrong, asking if you were home and if he could speak to you. You were with the brothers in the room and he asked to speak with you alone. You ended up going to your room.

“I'm sorry for showing up so unannounced, but I'd like to discuss a subject that I just came across today.” he says and pauses to see your reaction, which is just a questioning one. “I ended up coming across you and that demon today on the street. I just wanted to clarify what happened.”

But you have no idea what he's talking about. He didn't seem to be talking about any of the brothers. “So would you mind tell me where you were this afternoon?” You were with Solomon. You had a sorcery lesson with him today. You spent most of the afternoon with him in Purgatory Hall. “Do you mind if I ask him if he confirms that?” You feel a little bad that he doesn't trust you, but you say you don't mind and he calls Solomon.

When the call ends and Barbatos hangs up, you see his shoulders relax. And you hear a little sigh. “I apologize profusely. My behaviour conveyed the idea that I don't trust you, but that's not the truth. I just...” he tries to find the right words but to no avail. “No, there is no excuse for my distrust. I’m sorry.” and then he tells you what he saw.

You look as shocked as when he saw “you”. “So I can assume that who I saw was someone pretending to be you.” He smiles at you “You have no need to worry about it, my dear. I will find those responsible for this and give them the most suitable punishment.” He was smiling, but the aura around him was frightening. This was the smile that even Diavolo and Lucifer feared.

Despite this you try to calm him down a little. He smiles at you, a genuine smile and softly kisses your cheek. You're right, he should know better than to distrust you.

Simeon was grocery shopping for Purgatory Hall when he saw "you". He freezes, like a deer that has seen a car's lights. As an angel, he shouldn't let the anger and jealousy he's feeling get to him so much. Then all those feelings go to his hands, or rather to his fists clenched so tightly it probably left fingernail marks in the palms of his hands. If he had been holding something, a plastic cup or a can, it would have exploded in his hand for sure.

He doesn't feel that “you” are in danger, that “you” were forced to do that. So he doesn't even approach “you”. He can't. He has to get out of there! What he’s feeling are very strong and bad feelings, which he cannot let consume him under any circumstances.

He goes back to Purgatory Hall and packs up the groceries. If someone crosses paths with him before he can go to his room, he'll pretend that everything is fine, but that he's a little tired. Luke, Solomon and even Raphael will let him be. Not because they believe it, but because they can perceive an almost frightening aura coming from him.

Love is like a pendulum, just as it swings to one side that lights up your soul, it can also swing to the side that shatters it with the exact same intensity. How could you do that to him? No! He can't blame you. These are his feelings, he is the one that has to deal with them. But they still connected to you. And who was that demon? He would understand the Brothers, but who was that one? Should he talk to you? He has to calm down first. But yes, he needs to talk to you!

He was about to text you, asking if you could meet him at Purgatory Hall, but you were faster and sent him a message saying: “Hey. I haven’t seen you today. And Luke told me you feel a little blue. If you want to talk, I'm here for you.” Unfortunately, this was worse than if he had sent the message first. You were being your kind self, the one he felt in love with. Reading it while remembering what he say, it's just heartbreaking. But he needs to settle that matter.

“I'm glad. Actually, I would like to talk to you. Could you come to Purgatory Hall today?” You answer with an of course, and you go there. You go to his room for more privacy.

You may never find out, but he trained himself in what to say and how to say it to you. “The truth is... I ended up seeing you yesterday. On the street. With that demon.” he doesn't hide his sadness. And he expected to see an expression of surprise, realizing what he was talking about. But you were just really confused. What demon? What Street? You were at the Demon Lord's Castle the whole time yesterday. You were having tea with Diavolo because he wanted to talk to you about ideas he had for improving the exchange students program.

Because he's an angel, he can tell you're being completely sincere. So, would he have mistaken you for someone else? No, it was clearly you. Or someone impersonating you? He would solve this problem later. Perhaps with the help of Lucifer and Diavolo. But for now, he felt as if his heart had healed. The tightness he felt returned to a comforting warmth. And you can see it in his face.

He explains to you what happened and you tell him you would never do such a thing. Despite the relief, he still had a sad look on his face. You get closer to him, caress his face to bring it closer to you and kiss him on the cheek. He hugs you and touches his forehead to yours. “Can I be a little selfish and ask you to stay with me a little longer?”

Solomon was buying ingredients for his magical experiments when he saw "you". He is shocked and he just wants to separate that demon from "you". He may have given it some thought. Maybe it crossed his mind, even for a few seconds, that maybe he should leave the two of you and talk to you later about it. But he doesn't care. He takes some material from his shopping and casts a spell that sets fire to the pants of the demon that's kissing “you”. More specifically, on his butt.

The demon panics and when “you” see that and then Solomon “you” panic too. And the two run away. Which is another shock for Solomon. He didn't attack you. He wanted to talk to you. But you... ran away. You ran away from him? What... what was he supposed to do now?

You get a message from him late at night. Like VERY late at night: “You know, I really wanted to talk to you. But I didn't know how to do it. If you want to talk, I'm at... that bar I forgot the name of... you know. I am here.” You remember Asmo telling you about Solomon getting drunk in a Devildom bar. It was probably what was happening at that moment as well. You decide to meet with him, mainly to make sure he was okay. Or at least as okay as he could be.

When you arrive, he waves to you. You sit in the chair next to him instead of in front of him. He had a bottle of a drink from the human world in his hand. Half empty. “Hey. Sorry to text you so late, but I really needed to talk to you about this afternoon.” About that afternoon? What happened? “Oh, do you want to forget about that thing? Yeah, I'd really like to forget that too. I tried, as you can see, but I can't.”

But what was he talking about? What did he see? “Listen, don't do this. I just want to work things out. I mean, clarify the matter.” And you tell him you have no idea what he saw that afternoon. You were at the Demon Lord's Castle all afternoon with Barbatos. Learning how to make a tea that Lucifer really liked for the days when he was more stressed. It took most of the afternoon because it was difficult to prepare.

He almost jumps out of his chair. “Wait! Are you serious? Let me just call Barbatos for a minute.” He calls him, who confirms what you just said. “So you weren't out on the street with that demon? Then who was...? Ha... ha ha ha ha ha...” and he bursts with laughter.

You try to ask him what he's talking about, but he says it doesn't matter right now. Since you are right next to him, he hugs you, almost desperately. He's so relieved it wasn't you. He won't tell you anytime soon what he saw. Your curiosity will keep you close to him. And that's exactly what he wants.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

what do you think Jack's flaws are? I believe that one of them is that he tends to idealize people like Leona he doesn't see the unpleasant sides of people.

Real quick, wanted to thank @/tinyfantasminha for taking the time to share their thoughts with me + give me some ideas on where to look for supplemental Jack lore ^^

I won't be going out of my way to make a list of all his flaws due to the reasons cited in this post. However, I'm going to discuss the idea posed by this anon. I don't know if I'd phrase it as "[Jack] doesn't see the unpleasant sides of people". I actually think the contrary: Jack is often suspicious and unwilling to trust others. This is particularly true for Octavinelle (see: book 3, Jack Labwear vignettes, etc.), but also extends to the general student populace, as he prefers to work alone. Jack does have more leniency towards his Savanaclaw senpais, Ruggie and especially Leona, but they're exceptions and not the rule. I think Jack would ideally like to have honorable senpai to look up to, but ideals are very different than what life handed him. Additionally, I don't think Jack has a habit of idealizing (like Kalim or Silver, who are oblivious to red flags and/or choose to think the best of their peers) or idolizing others (like Sebek does Malleus), at least not to the same extremes as some of his classmates do.

Back to Jack’s feelings about his Savanaclaw senpai for a moment. He first saw Leona on TV before ever meeting the guy, so it’s very possible that Jack formed a parasocial attachment to him and projected his own just ideals onto this stranger. That’s not uncommon or unexpected behavior for a preteen or teenager, who’s still trying to get a sense for their own identity and their place in the world. When he actually meets Leona, Jack is then taken aback by reality being totally different than his expectations.

Though Jack claims to operate as a lone wolf, he respects and adheres to pact hierarchy very strictly. In his own dorm uniform vignettes, he expresses that he believes Ruggie is Savanaclaw’s second-in-command and goes out of his way to try and earn Ruggie’s trust. Even when Ruggie says it’s annoying or acts suspicious of his junior, Jack persists like a wolf on the hunt. And that’s the thing about Jack: he is stubborn, and that can lead to problems, especially if others are involved. In his attempts to help out Ruggie, he’s being overbearing. By trying to do everything on his own, he’s potentially shouldering more work and shutting his peers out. That’s part of Jack’s brand of NRC pride—all the students have it to some degree.

Jack’s real fatal flaw is that he’s too judgmental. I already mentioned earlier how he tends to be very suspicious of others, but Jack also has a tendency to see things “as they are” and is inflexible with his thinking. Like… he sees things as very face value. He sees Leona ordering Savanaclaw mobs to injure other students? Automatically goes, “that’s wrong!!” based on his own moral compass, doesn’t ask himself “why might they be doing this?”. He also assumes Leona is acting out of cowardice or just isn’t “trying hard enough”. This is a behavior Jack exhibits in other situations too. For example, he laughs when Leona talks about the honorable lessons he’s supposed to grant to the Sunset Warriors (implying he doesn’t see Leona as honorable). He calls Vil an “old man” when everyone returns from S.T.Y.X. He expresses surprise when people he thought were twigs at a glance (Silver, Azul, etc.) are actually muscular or are at least making efforts to bulk up. This all makes Jack come off as blunt or, at worst (unintentionally) callous or insensitive.

I know this is technically a post about Jack’s flaws, but I think it’s pretty admirable that he consistently apologizes when he’s wrong and tries to learn or to make up for it. He willing worked in the Mostro Lounge to replace Jade’s wood ear mushroom that he accidentally disposed of (Labwear vignettes). He realizes townsfolk find him physically intimidating so he tries to take customer service training to be friendlier (Port Wear vignettes). He tries to protect child!Vil but learns that Vil can protect himself. There are countless other examples—and for a first year, he is remarkably mature in genuinely owning up to his mistakes and striving to be better next time.

I guess I’ll leave you with that ^^ just so we can end this post positively!

[coriosbunni]

𐙚⊹ ࣪ - kiss me

pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: straight up fluff, hint of daddy issues :p, slight ooc!coriolanus ?

summary: a peaceful morning in a cabin where y/n wakes up thinking about her relationship with coriolanus.

you wake up to the sounds of the bird chirping outside of the windows. it was a hot night and with no air conditioning, it was hard to sleep with no type of air circulation. corio rectified the problem by opening all the windows to let the cool night breeze in.

you blink your eyes open, seeing coriolanus's buzzed hair in your view right away. you smile thinking back the events from last night. after making dinner together, he showed his love for you in a way that made you glad no one could hear you for miles and miles.

your life with corio in district 12 was different than your life in the capitol. after disobeying your father's advice to not fall in love with a snow, he let you follow your boyfriend in district 12 after he was sent there for helping his tribute win the hunger games. he thought a lesson is learned best when you experience it for yourself.

you obviously had a different opinion on your relationship with corio than your father did. to you, corio was the only one you could lean to. unlike your father, he actually cared about you and protected you. you were glad to have a man like him in your life.

you get up from the bed carefully and decide to go out to the porch to let your mind wander. you sit on the chair and tuck your legs close to you.

you miss your family back home, but what good is a family if they never supported you? they never bothered to even give you an ounce of attention. the snows were the only one you could really count as a family.

tigris was closer to you than your actual sister. you were thankful to have grown up with the snows. they gave you love and affection that your own family never did.

coriolanus was the best thing to happen to you. you couldn't believe you were finally living your lives alone, together. you continue to ponder about your new life with your boyfriend.

coriolanus stirs in bed, feeling y/n's absence beside him. he opens his eyes groggily, scanning the empty space beside him, and then suddenly noticing the open front door. concern and worry flood his mind as he quickly sits up in bed and glances around, searching for his lover.

he stands up quietly, stepping out of bed and padding silently over to the porch, his heart racing with worry and apprehension. but it all goes away once he lays his eyes on you sitting peacefully.

he approaches you with a slight worry in his eyes. he didn't know what to make of him waking up without you by his side. "is everything okay my love?" worry filling his voice.

"mmhm everythings okay corio" you smile up at him, getting up from your chair to wrap your arms around his waist. the sudden hug took coriolanus by surprise but he isn't mad about it.

his arms wrap around you like a protective shield, he can tell theres a lot in your mind, "what you thinking about bunny?" he murmurs softly, his voice filled with love and concern.

"just glad to have you in my life 's all" you mumble still in his arms. he smiles at your response, his heart warming up to your words. he presses soft kisses on your hair and temples, his touch gentle and comforting.

"i feel the same way about you. you've brought so much joy and love to my life, and the thought of losing you breaks my heart." he responds. he cups your face in his hand, his gaze meeting yours, full of sincerity. "you are my everything bunny."

your heart swells with how in love you are with him. your chest fills with this bittersweet feeling that you can't get rid of. "i love you so much corio" you confess.

coriolanus's heart swells with love as he hears this. he pulls her as close as he can get, his embrace tight and protective. coriolanus gives you a kiss, your lips meeting in a tender and passionate embrace. he pours his love and devotion into the kiss, his arms tightening around you as he deepens it. "i am yours, my love," he whispers against your lips, his voice full of emotion and desire.

"forever and always."

your heart swells with love and contentment as he says those words, and he leans in to rest his forehead against yours, "and i am forever yours," you whisper back.

the feel of his forehead against yours, the closeness, and the safety of his embrace makes you feel like nothing could hurt you as long as you stayed together. your love and bond is unbreakable, and you know that you'll always have each other to lean on, no matter what the future holds.

your history with him shows how your love perseveres through anything.

[gyllenhaalstories]

ANTHONY SWOFFORD DRABBLE

trope: "who hurt you?"

warnings: army/military, sexual harassment, violence, blood. no smut. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 550

photo credit: iheartjake / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: thank you to @sizzlingcloudmentality for the spin the wheel activity and for encouraging me to post my results as actual little drabbles. 🥰 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

I like thinking you guys are strangers, he's seen you around a few times but he doesn't even know your name. You probably work on the base and you're used to getting a flock of starving seagulls whenever you walk around or wait for your food at the cafeteria. And by seagulls, I mean other soldiers and privates and basically all these guys with pent up testosterone just desperate for a glimpse of cleavage. I think it's obvious where I'm going with this.

A party, could be Christmas or New Year who cares. A party happens and everything goes awry. You're not enjoying yourself at all and you're trying to leave but there's this one very insisting guy who just doesn't get the memo. You keep telling him to get away from you, to shut up, to leave you alone or to let you leave at all but he is not budging. The more you tell him to go fuck himself the more riled up and aggressive he's getting. Maybe you insulted him, spat on his face, threw your glass at him, whatever you tried ended up in him grabbing your arm and roughing you up to force himself on you. You manage to run out of the tent where the party is happening and Swoff sees that. He sees that and it makes his blood boil. He can't catch you before you leave, but he makes a plan to find you again.

The next day, he waits for you. You're scared at first but he greets you with: "Who hurt you?". The bruising grip of the drunk guy at the party is showing on your skin and Anthony doesn't want it to get worse. A rough grip is only the beginning.

He's heard about the way the guys talk. They're ruthless. They speak of one another's wives and girlfriends like they're objects they want to pass around. They speak of the women who work on base in such ways that Swoff can't even comprehend how it's so accepted and how people just laugh along. Of course he has made a bunch of salacious jokes before, but he still knows there is a line that should not be crossed.

He insists, he asks you to show him who hurt you. At the second your eyes are done scanning the room and spotting the guy, he stalks him like a hawk until he pulls him outside and makes him regret he even laid eyes on you. Anthony could easily kill him, he won't, but they've all been trained to. Isn't that the goal? Isn't that why he works so hard to climb the ladder being corporal? To serve and to protect? Or was it to destroy and to kill? He scoffs in the guy's face at the antithesis when he punches his nose one last time. He leaves him scattered in his own blood. Lesson learned, or so Swoff hopes for the best.

Anthony finds you again to tell you that the asshole won't hurt you anymore. You're unsure of what he means until your eyes land on his bloody knuckles and the way his biceps have swollen from the effort. Before Anthony walks away, you finally ask for his name. You did not even know the name of the man who defended you.

[bulbabutt]

ok i wanna talk about tmnt 2007 and the way i think this is the best version of a leo and raph conflict, and also leo as a character

for context i've been talking about tmnt things kinda chronologically, so i'm gonna mention an unconditional understanding in 03 i bring that up in a previous post about that show and the family dynamics in it here if u want context for what i mean

i think this movie can really be appreciated for the place it has between adaptations, and the way character-wise everyone is more or less the same as they've always been but with a more interpersonal relationship as the focus. the main villain of this movie doesn't really matter, the conflict, the fights, that's not where the strength is (although, it is reflected in the conflict and ill get into that)

so tmnt 07 is one movie that kind of combines the 90s movies, 03, and mirage all in one place, and tonally is is similar to the show that will come after it, 12. if the 90s movies give us conflict between leo and raph, and 03 gives us the unconditional understanding between the two, 07 takes these two aspects and creates a story out of it. (debate in your own mind if this movie is a literal sequel to the 90s ones or not, its not that important)

the set up of this movie is we are in a post killing the shredder world. leo has been told by splinter to go get training elsewhere, there isn't much context for what happened to cause this, but i would bet its a similar cause to 03, where he had ptsd and lashed out at his father to which splinter sends him to his grandfather to get better advice than he thinks he can give him. the difference here is there is no grandfather hes sent to, he's sent on a journey of self discovery around the world to learn about it and himself.

the thing about leo as a character, and this goes for all leos, he's has a very black and white way of thinking. leo thinks he's been sent away because he's failing his family, that he's not a good enough leader. so he stays away for longer because he doesn't feel good enough. he finds a place where he can help and he does that. leo always needs a bad guy to fight, or else he's fighting his own demons. so he stays there for a long time. finding a place he can help quietly, never letting anyone see him, and becoming a legend to the locals because no one knows what's really going down.

april manages to track him down and tell him about whats going on with his brothers, how they're holding up without him and without being a team, and i think thats a good reminder for him that they miss him. he doesn't tell april but he finds a way home only after hearing about this. when he arrives and speaks to splinter, he says "i was so caught up in my own world i forgot about everyone else, i'm sorry i failed" he still doesn't feel like he's done anything of worth.

i'm gonna jump in here and say, you know how we all love rise raph? cuz hes the big brother and some traits that come from that are like being overprotective and taking on everyone else's problems and trying to handle emotions alone? well that's a trait thats usually leo's. but the difference with leo is sometimes that concept doesn't make you as likeable. sometimes it means you come off like a nagging mother hen who thinks they know best but in an arrogant way. sometimes it makes you mirror being a parent when no one asked you to be. leo's less of a passionate character than raph, hes more analytical and full of himself. he takes splinters lessons more seriously, and hes always trying to do whats best for everyone so they don't have to worry. this is something evident with 03 and 12, but its so specifically noticeable here because these traits make up the main conflict. i just want to bring that up so we start seeing leo as no different than some of our other favourite iterations.

splinter responds to his apology by saying "you owe me no apology, but perhaps you should talk to raphael, your absence has been particularly difficult for him, though he'll never admit it" but when leo greets him raph is brushing him off.

on raph's end, this is him being angry that leo left, and angry that hes back and everyone wants to pretend that he wasn't gone at all. as if the time he was gone didn't happen. hes lashing out because he too cant handle talking about these emotions. and hes lashing out by becoming a vigilante in his own right.

i see a lot of people misunderstand what raph is doing here, that "this is what the turtles always do" or "this is the same as what leo was doing how could he be mad" when that is not true. that's what casey does. its true that both leo and raph have been fighting bad guys on their own (as a way of dealing with their issues) but raphael has made himself a costume to disguise himself which means hes prepared to be seen. hes riding a motorcycle around, which is loud. this isn't stealthy, this is aggressive. his vigilante name is in the news. the turtles are ninjas, they silently help where they can and fade into the night and, very specifically, they work as a team. these turtles live in a dangerous world, what if something happened to him while no one else was around? they would never know because he never told anyone.

so raph is lashing out, and leo doesn't have a good way of dealing with it. he tries to slide back into being leader, doing what splinter says but he forgets how his brothers are, and with raph egging them on they get into fights they shouldn't. which leo specifically gets in trouble for, as the oldest brother, and as their leader. leo tries to be this better leader hes supposed to have learned to be, but it doesn't work and raph ends up back out there in his vigilante get up. leo tracks down said vigilante, and in his peak "leo knows best" moment, lectures him, not knowing its his brother. there's a scuffle, and the mask comes off. let me point out that casey knew this vigilante was raph but his own brother didn't, because leo has been gone that long.

so lets get into what this fight is really about. on the surface, its "wow you've been going out at night alone putting yourself in dangerous situations with no backup" and "so what you're just mad that i can do it without you" which leo would be right about. and this is the analytical leo, he really thinks that's all that's going on here. what hes missing is that raphael has missed him as a brother, and hes hurt that leonardo left and just came back no big deal. that he wants everything to be normal. raphael is always a character with big emotions and the only outlet he knows to express them is violence.

leo, who as we've established, went away to learn to be better for his family is angry that raph doesn't see that. he's mad raph doesn't appreciate the effort he went to, and he thinks he's just angry because he's not in charge. each brother sees the other as being arrogant.

this leads them to the big fight. no one can disagree that this is the best part of the movie (seriously watch the movie for this scene if you haven't seen it before) , but the real best part of it is that raphael wins. raph proves hes just as capable of a fighter as his brother, if not more-so. he uses those sais as they're supposed to be used, catching leo's swords and in a fit of rage he fucking breaks them, leaving leo defenceless and completely vulnerable to attack. you'd think he'd be smug that leo lost but he pauses, going through a lot of emotions in a moment, questioning what he's doing, why hes doing it. and leo finally looks his brother in the eye and sees raph going through something he didn't before, realizing raph hasn't been angry that he's back, but that he's angry that he ever left. they don't have a conversation, because raph cant handle all these emotions and he runs away, crying as he does. leo just watches him, taking it all in and realizing the error of his ways.

hearing leo scream turns raph around, but he's too late to help him, and this is where raph regrets his own actions because right then, leo is also proven right in his argument. because he gets kidnapped. if leo hadn't chased raph down, there is a very good chance that would have been raph being kidnapped. with no backup, with no one knowing what happened to him. that's why its important that the turtles are a team.

raph goes home full of guilt, and there's a good moment of showing how he cannot open up emotionally here, because he grunts, punches the wall, knocks over some weights and forces splinter to ask him what happened, because that's how raphael is. he laments to his father that he finally understands why leo is the better son, proving that to raph none of this was about their team, but about their family. conflating the two ideas in his head. splinter gives him a talk that mirrors what he said to leo when he returned earlier in the movie, encouraging him that he is a good son and brother. this shows that these brothers have very similar insecurities about their value to their family.

the rest of the movie plays out as you expect, they go save leo, they stop the bad guy, they reconcile and behave as the team they're supposed to be. but i just want to point out that the villains plot is mirrored in leo and raph's conflict. the 'villain' here is a brother who has been cursed to be immortal without his own siblings. for 3000 years he lived to regret his actions and decided to undo his curse, but he used the cursed stone versions of his siblings to do so. no communication, just thinking he knew better (which maybe he did) and lying about it. that caused them to lie to him right back, and try to overthrow him and destroy the world. this is just one family whose inner turmoil could have destroyed the world. you might say, oh that's not a very interesting turtles villain, but its not supposed to be. its not the focus.

this movie is all about the complicated relationship between a family, and i see so many people talk about it by trying to ask who's right and who's wrong. that's not how it works. life is more complicated than that, people are more complicated than that. its boring to look at this movie and just say "leo is wrong and raph is right" because that's not even how the characters see it. this movie is about leo and raph being mirrors of each other in their arrogance, in their insecurities, and in their stubborn pig-headed refusal to let the other know how they feel. splinter says as much at the start of the movie. this whole movie shows that without each other, they need to be fighting something so they don't get swept up by their own emotions, which they are both bad at processing. they are SUCH brothers. they are so similar emotionally, yet they have such a hard time understanding each other.

personally 07 leo is my favourite leo for his complexity, his flaws his strength, his growth. its sad we never got those sequel movies to get into the other brothers heads as much as we got into leo and raphs heads.

also nolan north and james arnold taylor gave the best vocal performances in this movie and they deserve all the credit for it.

[martian-astro10]

I STRECTCHED MYSELF TOO THIN AND NOW I AM DYING

me and my best friend were talking about when life gives you tangerines and we are both deep thinkers and love to analyze stuff, and we talked about the lesson of the show and everything else for like 6 hours and we have done the same thing for other shows as well (arcane, severance, the crowned clown), so after finishing the discussion I was like..."yooo, we are so smart, I think we should start a podcast" I SAID IT AS A JOOOKE, this girl, she goes "you know what, you are right, we are so fucking intelligent" and I thought she was also joking.........she was not. Then she managed to persuade me so we went and got mics and all and then started writing a script, mind you, our sem end exams are starting from 11th April and we have 7 subjects that are extremely content heavy. We are studying and doing this and then this bitch......she is like, "I'm also creating a website to share my personal opinions on thai bls, do you wanna do something like that as well" and I was interested so now I am creating a website blog thingy where I will talk about pieces of media in general (books, movies, shows) and dissect them through the lens of media psychology. Here's the thing, we don't know how to create a website so now we are doing a course of html, C++, and Java......Also, I was tired of seeing AI art everywhere so I started doing and learning digital art. Also, I'm doing like this short term marketing course AND planning the thesis topic for my last year............and now......I am dying.....yeah......OOOOH ALSO, I live alone, so I gotta cook, wash dishes AND clean the house........BUT I am very passionate about all the stuff so here we are........

RANDOM ASS LIFE UPDATE THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR