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jmtorres · 1 day ago

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this seems like an exaggeration of what i've seen people describe in arguments about chatgpt (although perhaps not an exaggeration of the experience itself).

what i've actually seen people say is something to the effect of if you've waited til the last minute because you don't know how to write the essay so you turn to chatgpt, no you don't pull an all-nighter and write some bullshit. --and the thing is, AS a chronic procrastinator with undiagnosed untreated ADHD who kinda had to do that a lot, it was never because my teachers hadn't given me weeks to do an assignment, it was my own brain fuckery. So it's not an inherent part of learning, and it didn't occur to me to think anyone was arguing that.

Could colleges screen students for learning issues like ADHD and support them instead of making people ask for accommodations? would be nice. that would definitely improve the college experience.

But also there's stuff on offer already that most students don't use, like the time I had for assignments but couldn't make myself do them in. If you're not sure how to do an assignment or what your instructor wants: almost every college I've ever heard of requires instructors to have office hours and almost no students take advantage of them. Instructors hate office hours because they have to sit there and wait around and hardly anyone ever shows up. It usually makes their day if a student actually wants to talk. (source: my dad is a bio prof at a state university.)

my brother is about to sign up for college classes and the school he's going to requires incoming students to take a "freshman experience" class which the description says is supposed to help you with things like time management and being aware of what resources the college offers. (at this school this class comes in two flavors: "you're straight out of high school" and "you've been away from school for a while," which seems cool to me because those groups need help with different things!) I am sure if I were signing up for classes myself I'd think "ugh what a waste of time I want to get to the interesting stuff," but on my brother's behalf I'm like "yes you need that. holy crap i needed that back in the day when it wasn't a thing yet."

I can't speak to med school or law school, although I understand they are deliberate wringers and shitty as fuck for disabled people.

And there's certainly ways undergrad could be improved. If it didn't cost so fucking much, for instance, people could more easily choose to focus on study and not work while in college. And wouldn't be under so much pressure to finish quickly so they wouldn't have to pay for more semesters. Lots of countries cover undergraduate education for all, I'd like to see that reform in the US.

And also, students should use university resources that they don't and sometimes don't even know exist.

Honestly my best advice is: talk to a university librarian. If you're having a tough time in a particular subject, chances are they've written a topic guide with a list of relevant books, journal articles and websites. If you have a question about stuff on campus, they either know or can tell you who to ask. If you are struggling to use the library system itself, they know most students come in not knowing how to use a university library to research and they WANT to tell you about it.

I'm listening to myself and I can see how many people would rather go to a computer program than ask another human being, especially one in a position of authority, for help; I'm not sure what to do about that. If resources exist but you have to ask about them and that's the bar people aren't clearing, what is the solution? Thoughts?

i completely understand & agree with the backlash against students using chatgpt to get degrees but some of you are out here saying "getting a degree in xyz means pulling multiple consecutive all-nighters and writing essays through debilitating migraines and having severe back pain from constantly studying at your desk and chugging energy drinks until you get a kidney stone and waking up wishing you were dead every day, and that's just part of the natural process of learning!!!" and like. umm. i don't think that any of us should have had to endure that either. like maybe the solution for stopping students from using anti-learning software depends on college institutions making the process of learning actually sustainable on the human body & mind rather than a grueling health-destroying soul-crushing endeavor

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cheol-e-kat · 2 days ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐜.𝐬𝐜

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pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary: You’ve been interning at a small emergency clinic in the city - seungcheol is a regular patient, though not intentionally, he just happens to be a bouncer in the nearby red-light district - he can’t help flirting with you every time he sees you

But is he more than he seems?

word count: 3.2k

genre: kind of medical au, kind of mafia au, clinic intern!reader, bouncer!seungcheol, gang member!seungcheol, slice of life

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

warnings: mentions of injuries and guns, explicit language, suggestive

You leaned over him, carefully using your penlight to check the reactivity of his pupils. You watched them dilate, as hoped for.

“I have a theory,” he whispered, his minty breath filling your nostrils.

You couldn’t help the small smile that started to grow. You were familiar with his ‘theories’. “Mmmh, and what is it?”

“See, I think you check all these things just because you think I have nice eyes, so this is your chance to get close,” he said as his gaze followed your finger.

You had seen him enough times that you barely needed to prompt him to check for a concussion. “Oh, is that it? I’m just flirting with you, instead of doing my job and being thorough?” You asked with a raised brow.

You stepped away from him to get the supplies you needed to clean the cut on his cheek. He had some other light scrapes, but it was the only one that needed anything serious. At least he didn’t need stitches this time.

He grinned, still talking. “I mean, I know, it’s your job, but I think I’m probably your favorite person to see - like what kind of way is this to spend a Friday night anyway? So it’s got to be some consolation that you get to see my lovely brown eyes.”

You grinned as you grabbed gauze, knowing he couldn’t see you while you were looking in the supply cupboard. He was beyond shameless when he flirted with you. And he had been flirting since you had been interning at the clinic.

He was right about one thing - he did have really beautiful eyes. And you didn’t mind seeing them up close.

You sighed and turned back to him to start cleaning up the new cut on his cheek. “The only flaw in your theory,” you spoke gently as you positioned his head, “is the fact that ideally I don’t have repeat patients,” you murmured as you began gingerly dabbing antiseptic into the wound.

“Besides, if you’re coming in just to improve my night, I’d appreciate if you found some other method than getting injured, you know, like flowers or something,” you whispered.

It was small and fairly superficial, but you had done this enough to know he tended to be a whiny patient. Which meant you treated him like he were a considerably younger patient, blowing gently on his skin to help relieve some of the sting of the antiseptic.

It wasn’t flirting.

He just happened to be a baby.

You turned away again to squeeze some ointment onto a cotton swab. When you glanced back, he was watching you, his gaze soft, almost dreamy.

He smiled. “Maybe if you had a drink with me, I wouldn’t need to show up so often.”

His voice was so smooth. And it was such a corny line. But he said it so sincerely, you couldn’t help letting him see you smile as you dabbed ointment on his skin.

You sighed softly. “Is that really what would keep you out of the clinic?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt,” he whispered, still gazing at you.

You could feel the soft flush that spread over your cheeks. “I’m sure you could find a better date.”

You had seen him almost every week without fail. Enough that you had asked about his job and hobbies, trying to figure out why he consistently needed medical care. Especially since there were some weekends, you saw him multiple nights in a row.

And he happily took the time to explain that he was a bouncer at a strip club a few streets over. You could only assume that any interest you showed was good interest to him. And even if it was kind of intriguing, you didn’t belabor the point.

But he worked around girls who took their clothes off for a living, meaning girls who had some clue about how to actually attract a guy. Which always left you wondering why he bothered flirting with you at all.

You came to the conclusion that he was one of those guys who tended to flirt with everyone. It was more about being personable - it was not serious.

But sometimes, like now, he made you feel like he was serious.

He shook his head lightly. “I really don’t think I could.”

His gaze followed you as you moved away from him to get his file. You hummed softly in response and added notes to his fairly extensive patient file.

“At least think about it?” He asked, voice soft. “It probably won’t change anything about the drunks I have to toss out and how often you see me, but I clean up pretty well, and I always pay, no check splitting.”

You tried to hide your smile. Even as butterflies fluttered freely in your stomach. You found yourself nodding. “I’ll think about it,” you murmured.

He brightened. “Really? You’re not just saying that?” He sounded almost shocked.

You nodded, glancing up from your notes. “Yes, really - I’ll think about it,” you said with a smile and a small shrug.

You were surprised by how happy he looked.

“Am I pushing my luck if I ask for your number?”

You shook your head because he really wasn’t. You were too far down the garden path just in saying that you would consider going on a date with him.

You added your number to his phone. And watched the way his whole face seemed to light up as he looked at your details and then back at you.

“So, I’ll call you?” He asked.

You nodded. “Unless you end up here before then,” you teased gently.

You watched the way his lips pressed into a thin line. “I really don’t mean to end up here like this,” he said it like it was a confession.

You nodded. “I know - I don’t think anyone means to be here, well, besides me, I guess.”

“D’you always take the weekends?” He asked.

“Umhm, you know, since I can cover most things and everyone else has like a family and stuff.”

“So what about like Thursday or something?”

You nodded. “I thought you were going to call me?”

He shrugged. “I can’t wait that long, you finally said ‘yes’, so I better take advantage of it,” he admitted, biting his lower lip gently.

You walked him out, and without really thinking, you grabbed his hand gently. “Be careful, you know, since we have plans and all,” you said with a smirk.

He nodded. “I promise,” he said, making a cross sign over his heart.

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You didn’t see him the next night, which you took as a good thing. It meant you didn’t need to add to his patient file.

In fact, it was a really slow night. You spent the evening setting up things for the day shift, rolling gauze, and checking that everything was stocked in the four patient rooms.

But then you heard sirens. You glanced up, wondering what was going on.

They were close, too.

You walked to the front of the clinic just as an ambulance went by. You bit your lip gently, wondering where it was headed.

You opened the door and leaned out, listening, straining your ears, trying to figure out how close they were.

You heard more sirens. They seemed very close.

You started to feel a bit panicked, wondering what had happened. You glanced at the clock to see how close it was to the end of clinic hours. You still had about ten minutes before you could close up shop.

You waited around, listening to the continued noise, tapping your foot, and pacing restlessly as your mind conjured up terrible images.

Because how could it be anyone besides Seungcheol who was injured?

It couldn’t be.

You were sure it was him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t come to you with enough nasty injuries. You had tried to make him go to the ER for some extra tests once before and had him completely refuse because he ‘had to get back.’

You checked the clock over and over. Every minute stretched out, feeling like an hour, a year - it was like the minute hand had simply stopped moving altogether.

You tried to will the clock to move faster. You had already pulled on your coat and had your bag thrown over your shoulder when the clock finally struck 1:00 AM.

You locked the front doors quickly and went to the back door, heading out into the cool, rainy night.

When you exited the alley and got to the sidewalk, you knew the way you needed to go to catch your train - the last train - but that simply wasn’t in the cards.

You had to head in the other direction, the direction where all the noise was still coming from.

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You had walked around the neighborhood during the day, but at night, the vibe was completely different. The red light district was abuzz, neon lights flickering, advertising for all the clubs and shows and girls, and crowds formed in front of certain clubs.

But tonight, it was obvious that the crowds were all drawn to one club.

You could see emergency techs working on their patients. You were surprised to see more than one person injured.

You started to walk faster.

You tried to get closer, but the crowd was tightly packed and no one was budging.

You found yourself squinting and standing on tip-toe, trying to see if you could make out Seungcheol’s tell-tale inky black hair.

But you couldn’t make out any details. And despite the worry that was twisting in your gut, no one seemed interested in letting you pass.

You were on the verge of shoving someone out of your way when you felt an arm around your waist, gently pulling you back.

“Aren’t I the one who visits you at work?” He whispered, his voice close to your ear.

You whipped around to see him, and the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You hit his chest lightly. “Shut up, I thought it might be you.” There was more emotion in your voice than either of you expected.

He glanced at the ambulance. And back to you, shaking his head. “Wrong club, for one.” He squeezed you closer.

You flushed, realizing you hadn’t really ever asked too much about his job.

His smile only widened. “I saw you walk by and guessed what you might be thinking, but I promised I would be careful, so, not me over there.”

He was already pulling you from the thick of the crowd, back towards the relative quiet of the clubs farther up the street. You realized just how much ground you had covered and blushed because you must have been practically running.

“We could grab a drink now, you know since you thought you might be facing the rest of your life sans me,” he said, still smiling.

“Ha. Ha.” You responded sarcastically.

He shrugged. “At least now I know one person would visit me in the hospital,” he smiled ruefully.

You elbowed him lightly. “That’s not funny.”

He pouted and rubbed his arm, as if you had actually done some damage. “I didn’t say it was - it’s just a fact.”

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You followed him farther along, down a side street, and into a small bar. Everything about it was ancient, from the wood paneling on the walls down to the fact that it had a cigarette machine. But the tables were clean and the floor wasn’t sticky like some places you’d been to.

You ordered a vodka orange, which earned you the smallest grimace from the waitress. And you remembered that in most places it was called a ‘screwdriver.’

You sighed when she walked away. “This isn’t a date,” you clarified.

He shook his head. “No,” he grinned, playing with a straw, “This is getting a drink because you looked all pale and worried, since you thought it was me being carted off to the hospital with some traumatic injury,” he said plainly.

Really, it was like he had won the lottery. You considered kicking him under the table. You weren’t in the clinic anymore, and he wasn’t your patient. You could kick him if you wanted.

Instead, you sipped the water the waitress had brought when she took your orders. “You know, just because I was worried”—

“So you were worried?” He cut in, biting his lip gently to hide his smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes - I see you enough - the odds of something like serious happening seem kinda high.” You tried to sound reasonable.

But it didn’t help. You might as well have told him you were completely smitten, wanted to move in together, and have his children ASAP.

“See, you do like me,” he said with a grin.

You sighed, feeling flustered and shaking your head. “To be honest, I don’t even know why you flirt with me, much less want my number,” you admitted.

He watched you for a moment, completely silent for once. In fact, he was so quiet that the only sounds were the soft background music and then the soft thuds of drinks being put down in front of you both.

“Did you actually say you don’t know why?”

You shrugged, sipping the drink that had arrived in front of you. “I mean you work around women”—

He cut you off sharply. “Let me gently stop you there, and I’ll assume that you haven’t lumped me in with the guys I see on a regular basis blow their entire paycheck just to see some tits and ass.” He whispered, staring at you intently.

You blushed hard. “That’s not what I mean - just it’s not like I advertise that I even have tits, or an ass for that matter, so, yeah, it’s slightly confusing why you would, I don’t know…” You trailed off, shrugging, knowing you had definitely said more than you meant to while all the blood in your body rushed to your face.

He watched you for a moment before leaning close. You couldn’t help leaning closer, too.

“So you’re under the impression that I can’t make out how nice and curvy your ass is?” he asked in whisper, “And that I haven’t thought about grabbing it or smacking it almost every time I see you?” He asked, his gaze taking you in as he spoke.

“Because I can, and I have,” he added softly as he leaned back in his seat.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling something like embarassment spiked with horniness, maybe? You weren’t sure, but something about hearing that from him definitely made you feel wet.

You heard the light way he scoffed, letting you know you were apparently mistaken about how much your scrubs hid.

He sat across from you, twirling his drink with the little plastic straw. The little barely there smile playing on his lips.

You sighed. “At least I can rest assured that you want to smack my ass,” you concluded sarcastically, still blushing.

He raised a brow as he looked into the depths of his drink. “You can rest assured that I would happily do…so many things with you,” he said in a low voice before sipping his drink.

He was just as shameless in public as he was in the clinic - worse even. You groaned softly, wondering what you were supposed to do or say.

Because your brain was certainly rifling through mental images of things that had popped into your own head at various points in time when you had been tending to some random cut or scrape or worse - things that you could imagine he would be painfully good at.

As much as he seemed to think he knew about what you looked like under your clothes, you knew exactly how muscular he was underneath his clothes. How toned he was. How soft his skin was, even.

And you knew how sweet he could be.

Silence hung heavily between you, and you wondered if his brain was playing the same kind of game with him, teasing him with his own thoughts.

You could hear the rain starting to come down harder outside. “I should probably go home,” you mumbled.

“Pretty sure you missed your train, though,” he murmured.

You shrugged. “Yeah, I can get a cab, though.” Or you could go back to the clinic and sleep in the back room, like you had any other time you lost track of time updating patient files and missed the train.

He hummed softly. “Or you could come home with me,” he offered, his voice honeyed. You felt his knee touch yours under the table.

“Mmmh, could I?” You gave a small laugh, unsurprised by his sudden suggestion, and took a long sip from your drink.

“Yeah, you could maybe let me play doctor for once.” He said with a grin, glancing at you playfully.

You couldn’t help but laugh, wondering how he could even look you in the eye when he delivered that one.

You tried to remember the things you had seen in his file, and the bruised and bloodied knuckles he often came in with - then there was the scar that definitely came from a stab wound just below his ribs on the left side.

All the things that suggested whatever he did for a living was probably more than just being a bouncer at a club.

His entire patient history read like a manual of red flags.

Not to mention the time you had to pull a handgun from the waistband of his jeans before he would let you stitch up wherever he was bleeding from that time.

Or the fact that the only thing he worried about when he woke up was asking if you had done what he had asked before the meds kicked in - had you stuck the gun down a storm drain or not? He had to know.

You had. You’d also made sure to wipe it down with a bleach solution the cleaners used while wearing exam gloves, praying there were no fingerprints left. And you were glad you had - he would have ripped his stitches out to do it himself - you’d spent a half hour calming him down and reassuring him that it was gone.

It was a great way to start a career - working in a clinic paid for by money that showed up in paper bags. Stitching up and removing things from people who would barely answer questions about what happened to them. Their visits always kept off the official records of the clinic. Their files were kept separately under lock and key in a safe. Everything else was backed up to servers, but not their information.

If he was a red flag, so was the entire place. But you hadn’t left. You were still there. Still working nights - stitching him up and anyone else who came in.

“I’m tired.” You whispered, suddenly feeling the way the adrenaline had left your system and remembering just how late it was.

He smiled. “Mmmh, I could tuck you in.” His knee brushed yours again.

You chewed your lip softly, finally nodding in agreement. There was something about the image of him gently pulling a duvet around that your tired mind seemed to like.

Besides, why not see where he lived, you wondered.

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dawnicaltarot · 2 days ago

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile one

the first thing is your body figure, through the way you stand and you carry yourself that turns people gaze. you may be taller or the way you walk reminding people of a runaway model, if that's not the case. well, you may frequently get compliments because of your legs although some of you may have a small height you've got a long legs and nice shape of hips. if you are someone who has a deep love for fashion then people are fascinated with it. you may love to try different hair dye colors— if not, then you may the idea coloring your hair frequently like those idols. i think you've taking your time seriously to look nice and presentable to others because effort in appearance keeps coming here. some folks may copy your style, it's like you are making a chain or trend. this reminding me of regina george from mean girls and her iconic bra-revealing tank top scene. if you ever have a minimalist tattoo, they find it attractive. people's may also seems curious to know it's meaning behind this tattoo. while, if you have a long hair, people think- when you prefer to high ponytail style that, it looks good on you. while, for some people of this group- you are fantastic when letting people go and cutting the cords from them especially when it causes harm, drama, chaos and heartaches in your life. this traits of yours, drawn to few number people in your present life. they think it's an "attractive" trait that a person can have because not all people can have this characteristics. it just- you know, specific people rather to be hurt and get too attached before moving on especially if the bond was already there. in another meaning, it could signify that you are a wizard at dealing with problems and negative emotions especially when someone is seeking for your advices. thus, i can feel that this leave a huge factor of impression towards you. also, i can sense that you are someone who look for the bigger picture, someone who think outside the box and future-oriented individual. you may frequently received a compliment about your hands and nails- they can be physically alluring. you may use your talent in calligraphy and writing a lot and this amaze people. in social gatherings, i can see that you like being alone but this won't make you feel any less nor make you feel lonely. it seems like for people you enjoy so much of your alone time and some people may adore it and wish they can enjoy their time alone too without the accompany of someone on their side. but little these people know, you enjoy your time alone because it gives you a lot of space to think deeply.

extra message: forest. boots. good and nice shape of nails. journals. a cat. orange. near water. beaches. carving. meditating. walking around and alone. enjoying movies.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile two

there is an amazing amount of people who truly love hearing your thoughts and voice. you are not a can that's empty rather you are full. i sense that people think you've got a playful, serene and ethereal sound of voice. singing may be your hobby otherwise people is captivated with the sound of your voice in general. well in some case, i think you can be a great motivational speaker and advisor. also, you might have a hairy body, some may find your eyelashes compliment well your eyes and your eyes seems neat as if it's waxed or trimmed. your propaganda of positivity makes people think that there's still a room for "joy and happiness". they find your jolly side as attractive part of yours. if you have a partner, they usually love watching you sleeping- they probably got an idea that you are cute and can't bite no one. might as well people find it attractive when you are embodiment of elegance and with a little touch of boyish. perhaps, some may find your body as magnetic, your physical appearance makes some people to droll over. you have a nice body shape. the idea of journaling and arts keeps bugging your mind right now, may be it's time for you start? if you haven't of course. art is your pride. you are making an effort to draw masterpieces. but it's not the art that few people find attractive about you, it's you in general🤭. i keep hearing different opinions about your hair but the strongest one is that your have an "adorable hair", this define your whole face. thus, as i said you can be a good singer, this can lead to assumptions of people that you have an entertaining music taste, it can be that you are good at writing a song, poem and poetry. your soft-hearted character leave a huge impact to others, they adore it so much.

extra messages: heavenly beauty. flowers. rainbow. heart to heart conversation. able to see what is good and bad in people. hands are pretty. body positivity. hair clip flowers. thighs tattoo.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile three

i think you are highly tapped with your spiritual guides. you can be a spiritualist. people are drawn with your energy, i see a lot of people are following you. in general, they believe in you. they think you are attractive when you wear things and clothes that have a touch of purple. this reminds me of karina of aespa and her collaboration with gentle monster x bratz where she had a purple straight hair color. some of you, this may be your favorite color. people find your dancing skills as attractive part of you, the way you move your body. damn it's really giving. they love how your face is actually mirroring the beats of the rhythm. i also think you have a nice, foot shape and nails, all in all people find it charming especially if you have a partner. they may prefer massaging it and may be licking it? 😬. one of your attention seeker traits is your cooking skills, hands up for the future chef of your future house. also, some may think you have a nice shape of butt and hips especially when you wear something so tight— some people can't help but to think lewd and some may feel jealous. you can be both rough and soft, if people show kindness. you probably like to show it off but if their attitude says otherwise— they should be preferred for the thunderous and hidden other side of yourself. you may have a habit of resting your hand in your chest because when you do it, you feel comfortable.

extra message: mermaid curls. diving and swimming. hands on waist. good at massaging. nice pair of hand. inner beauty.

— ✯ credits to rightful owner of divider and images that i used for this project. a lot of grammatical changes are fixed.

#desired reality #reality shifting #pick a card #tarot #shifting #tarot pac #divination #spirituality #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot reading #witchblr #witches #wicca #stan aespa #dawnicaltarot

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roaroarke · 2 days ago

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It's nice to see someone finally take Jinshi to task over abdicating his position and undermining the kingdom/endangering Maomao as a result. Pure poetry for that takedown to be coming from Lakan, who essentially went through the same experience when he was younger.

Jinshi is trying to engineer deliberately what happened to Lakan as a result of his disability and carelessness: putting himself out of the running for the crown by promoting the top consorts, Gyokuyou and Lihua, so their sons can be named crown princes in his stead. Even though he hasn't gained the prize, he's paid the price: he gave up the power to really do anything to prevent the crisis the kingdom faces.

From an outsider's perspective, both of these young men are essentially doing the same thing: coasting on their natural abilities (beauty and brains respectively) without doing the real work to live up to their potential, all at the cost of people who rely on them. We don't get a look in Fengxian's head, tragically, but after years of Lakan just visiting her to play games she finally got desperate enough to bet her whole future on him catching her if she fell. Unfortunately for her, he didn't have the people around him back then that Jinshi does now, giving hope that this crisis will have a happier ending.

Gaoshun's gotten really good at this "I'm going to stay quiet as an endorsement of this behavior" business. He knows this is what Jinshi needs to hear, even if he can't or won't say it himself. Luomen, too, talks down Lakan without actually refuting anything he said about Jinshi, just deflecting it onto himself as a tirade against eunuchs generally.

And Maomao, well, she's still desperate not to lose The Game. We can forgive her that because she's been carrying the whole cast on her back for two seasons. It feels like Maomao has been pushing Jinshi to be better and more proactive in a hundred ways from the very first episode when he had to catch her out as literate from among all the other maids. Because what he really needs at the end of the day is to be more like her: someone who can see all of this suffering, overcome her own doubts that she has the power to help, and do something about it.

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #maomao #jinshi #gaoshun #luomen #lakan

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whateveriwant · 2 days ago

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The 141 being freaky in bed

18+ only. GN!Reader.

I’ll be honest, most of the time I headcanon the guys as pretty vanilla in the bedroom, but I do think they have a few instances where they’ll embrace their nasty freak tendencies.

Ghost

This man is such a freak in his day to day life that, comparatively, I don’t think he’s very freaky in the bedroom

That being said, one thing he does really enjoy is degradation. Things like making you hump his boot while he yawns boredly or leaning against the headboard as you ride him, crossing his arms behind his head, tutting as he mocks, “Y’ call that puttin’ your back into it?” (But he never lets you embarrass yourself for too long before he’s flipping you onto your back to show you how to really fuck)

In a similar vein, he loves to talk to your genitals like they’re their own person, e.g. “Is this needy cunt/cock desperate for me? She’s/He’s drippin’ like she/he is. Tsk, poor thing.” Sometimes he pretends like you’re not even in the room with him – that it’s just him and your holes he can’t wait to stuff

He’s also a big fan of spit play. Whether it’s spitting on your groin as he stares you deep in the eyes or spitting in your mouth while he pries your jaw open, letting out a string of cigarette-flavored drool. He uses it almost like a stake of ownership, not unlike when someone licks their food to stop others from stealing a bite

Above all else though, he likes having control. There’s the usual things like deciding the pace, the position, and so on when you fuck, but then there’s other things he also takes upon himself. Things like carrying you to/from the bed, stripping/dressing you like a doll, bathing you, shaving you. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.

Freak-o-meter rating: 3.8/10

Gaz

Don’t let his boy-next-door looks fool you. This man is more than capable of getting down and freaky when he wants to

For example, he’s a deviant for public sex. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the backseat of the car in a packed parking lot, in the bathroom at your family get-together, or even in the stuffy janitor’s closet at base when there’s a meeting happening right next door. For him, the riskier the sex, the better

He also loves to mark you up. Whether it’s a small love bite on your chest or a hand shaped bruise on your ass, he lives for seeing his marks on your skin. But one thing to note – those marks are for his eyes only. Don’t be going around showing them off to everyone. And also, don’t worry about them ever fading. He’ll make sure to apply new ones before the old ones can disappear

Now, some might consider this cheesy, but he really enjoys roleplaying in the bedroom. It can be as subtle as a single word huffed in your ear or it can be as extensive as a stage production – complete with costumes, props, and plot. By far, one of his favorite scenarios to play is the injured soldier being “tended to” by his slutty nurse

Building off that last point, not only is my man a bit of an actor, but he’s also a director because he loves to film you two having sex (Martin Scorsese, eat your heart out). His POV is his preferred angle to film from because it puts him right back in the moment when he watches it again, but really, any angle where he can watch you come apart on his cock is grade-A wank material for him

Freak-o-meter rating: 5.1/10

Price

I think of him almost like a sleeper cell freak. Most of the time he goes about his business very mild and vanilla, but then something will set him off and then all of a sudden he’s going full blown freak

While he is first and foremost a man of obtaining consent, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy a little free use when you permit. Especially if he’s had a long day at work or if he’s just finished a tough mission, having you ready and willing to take him whenever he wants is precisely what he needs to wind down

Say it with me, folks: creampies, creampies, creampies. To him, there’s nothing better in this world than stuffing a nice tight hole full of cum. He loves to dump multiple loads in you and then have you hold it, before pushing it all out in one thick glob. Bonus points if he shoves it back in with his fingers so you can do it over and over again

One nasty habit he has is taking your cum-stained underwear with him whenever he’s away for work. So when he misses you or needs a reminder of home, he holds it up to his nose (or cock) and remembers what he’s got waiting for him. (By the time he gives them back to you, those drawers are so stiff they can stand on their own)

As you’ve probably already guessed, this man has a big scent kink. When you come home after the gym or after doing a double at work, he loves to bury his face in your chest, pits, crotch, etc. and just inhale. That natural tang of your sweat is an aphrodisiac like no other to him. It very much gives Napoleon telling Josephine not to bathe before he returns from war

Freak-o-meter rating: 6.8/10

Soap

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. This man is a capital-F Freeeeeak!

Foot fetish, ‘nuff said. He likes to admire your feet, pamper them, massage them, kiss them, put his cock between them and fuck them, etc etc. Once, when he was really down bad, he had you don a pair of strappy heels and stomp on him (best night of his life if you ask him)

As long as he can remember, he’s liked to play with his food, and the bedroom is no exception to that practice. Whether it’s feeding you sensual staples like strawberries and champagne or drizzling his cock in chocolate syrup and having you suck it off, he’s not one to shy away from mixing food with sex

However, one kink he does get a little nervous about sharing is his interest in pet play – him being the pet, that is. It’s not that he has any real shame in it, but more so he never knows how the other person will react when he brings it up. If that is something that interests you though, he’ll be absolutely thrilled. There’s nothing he’d like more than to be led around on a leash by you. (And might I say, he looks great on his knees)

But by far, without a doubt the number one thing that gets his rocks off is group sex. There’s just something about getting to share in multiple people’s pleasure simultaneously that excites him beyond comparison. So whether it’s cucking, partner swapping, an orgy, etc. he’s down for it. He’s truly the inspiration for the phrase “guys literally only want one thing and it’s fucking disgusting”

Freak-o-meter rating: 9.99999/10

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sdmnpact · 2 days ago

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"Please try not to get hurt today."

Wroetoshaw x Reader

[] Harry gets injured after you told him to be careful.

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"Please try not to get hurt today." You pleaded to your boyfriend, Harry. You love him to bits and pieces but you dont want him in bits and pieces.

He has a tendency of doing the most reckless things possible and he always comes back home from sidemen shoots or even other youtubers videos with some type of injury.

It gives you the biggest scare, when you're watching the newest Sidemen video and Harry almost breaks his neck or another body part. You just want him to be safe is all.

"Baby, you tell me this every time. I'll be careful, I promise." He said grabbing your shoulders, planting a kiss on your temple. As reassuring as he sounded, you knew he would still find some way to put himself in a dangerous position.

"Seriously Harry" You said tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt. He put his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer. The warmth of his arm giving you a sense of security.

"I promise." He said in a serious tone, his face inches from yours. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away and you let out a deep breathe. "I'll see you later, love you." He said as he walked out the flat.

You stood in the doorway, watching him walk down the corridor until he got to the lift and disappeared.

You continued with your day, doing some light cleaning, cooking dinner, and working on your projects but you still had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that he wouldn't be alright.

---

Nine hours have passed since you'd last seen Harry and you were getting worried because he said he was going to be home two hours ago. You tried ringing him and all the boys but no one answered. 'Maybe the shoot went on a bit longer.' You thought trying to ease your nerves.

You were sitting on the couch with a nice cup of tea with your comfort show playing on the TV when your phone rang. You looked down and saw it was Josh.

"Hello?" You asked, confusion and a tinge of worry in your voice. "Y/n, please don't freak out. Everything is fine." He started. Your heart immediately started beating faster and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"Whats happened?" You asked quickly. Your mind immediately went to the worse scenerio possible.

"Harrys broken his arm." The second you heard those words, you ran out of the flat in your joggers and sweatshirt. You looked a mess since you didnt plan on leaving that day but you didnt care. You needed to go to Harry right now.

"Please send me his location, ill be there soon-"

"He's sleeping right now, so take your time and be careful." He said. You thanked him and hung up, putting the directions of the hospital he was at in maps.

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You arrived at the hospital and ran inside. You spotted Tobi, Ethan, and Josh in the waiting room.

"Boys!" You said, grabbing their attention. They all turned to look at you, remorse evident on their faces.

"Y/n." Josh began. "He's okay. Everything is okay. The doctors said it was nothing major, just a broken arm." He explained.

"Well its not just a broken arm, hes been injured. I told him to be careful, he promised he'd be careful." You spiraled. Your heart ached that Harry felt any pain. You loved him to death and didn't want him to suffer.

"What exactly happened?" You asked finally calming yourself down. "Here." Tobi passed you a box of tissues. You didnt realize that tears were streaming down your face. You took the box and began wiping at your cheeks and eyes. You motioned for an answer.

"Well, we were filming a bit for the video and Harry climbed a tree but then he fell off and landed on his arm." Josh explained. You felt upset and angry but mostly upset. You couldnt be angry at him in this moment.

"He's awake." Simon said, coming out of the corridor. You looked at him as if asking if it was okay for you to go in and he nodded. You walked past him and towards Harry's room.

"Harry?" You asked as you slowly opened the door. "Y/n?" He asked back. You walked into the room, he was laying in the hospital bed with a cast on his arm and an IV sticking out of his other arm.

"Whats all that for? Josh said it wasn't anything major." You asked.

"I fainted." He said quietly. "Harry." You said softening your tone and grabbing his hand. "Are you okay?" You already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from him.

"Yes... Im sorry." He said in a soft tone as he squeezed your hand tighter.

"Dont be sorry. I mean I did tell you to be careful but its okay, im just glad you're okay now." You said brushing a hand on his cheek. He looked up at you, his blue eyes staring into yours with so much love and passion.

"I love you." He said strugging to pull you closer. You chuckled and got as close as you could to him without hurting him. You pressed a small kiss on his lips.

"I love you too."

#wroetoshaw #harry lewis #w2s #wroetoshaw x reader #sidemen #fanfic #harry lewis fic #british youtubers #sdmnpact

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bravoechoes · 2 days ago

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on the topic of Final Reckoning being the most bleak thing ever. this is a work in progress snippet of a larger post-MI8 fic that I probably won’t have time to work on for a while. tw for Ethan being like catatonically depressed and passively suicidal

———

It’s quiet when he wakes up. This is wrong.

Ethan’s hand feels at his side. The scratchy material of the old cot rubs against his skin, and then his fingertips find cool, hard plastic. There’s a tremor in his hand as he brings the recorder up into focus, squinting at it in the dim light of the room. Thumbing the play button does nothing. Dead battery again.

He sits up. It’s morning, fortunately, so the yellowed light coming in from the papered-over windows dimly illuminates the interior of the building. It’s warm, too, enough that he sweat through his jacket during the night. He doesn’t shrug it off; it’s still preferable to being cold.

Getting his boots planted on the bare wooden floor, he begins rocking on the bed, building up momentum for standing. It’s always the hardest part. He just has to get through the initial wave of pain, and then it’s fine. One, two, three….

His cry echoes throughout the upper floor of the building, ceilings high and empty. Clenching his teeth, he stands half-hunched, free hand braced on his thigh, waiting for the tremors to work through his body. They’re getting better, he thinks, or at least they aren’t getting worse.

Once he’s steady enough, he limps towards the stash of supplies he’d set on a table in the north-eastern corner of the room, away from the windows. He grabs a water bottle from the open pack—eight left; he’ll need to buy more soon—and swallows some of it down. He checks his phone: six missed calls from Benji, four of which had ended with a voicemail.

The small box of batteries are right by the front, where he’d left them. He lifts the cardboard lid with a finger. Six packets of four are left, and the open one has two inside. He hasn’t measured it out exactly, but he thinks they’ll last him a few months still.

Ethan takes another drink of water. It’s warm in his mouth, which is nice. Setting the water bottle and recorder down, he flexes his hands, clenched and open, clenched and open. This is the other hard part. His fine motor skills are still out of whack. He’s sure one of the messages Benji left him is to remind him to go to a doctor.

He spends the next few minutes extracting the dead double-As from the exposed back of the recorder, watching his fingers tremble. The first one is always the more difficult one to pull out, but he eventually does it, and sets both of them down on the table. They immediately roll off the edge and drop onto the bare floor.

Now to open the plastic wrap around the batteries. Thankfully, one of the packets is open already, so he can just crush the plastic in his hand until it deforms enough to shake the batteries out. He’ll have to peel open a new one next time. The next replacement will be harder, take longer.

He has to press the body of the recorder down onto the table to hold it steady as he slots the fresh batteries inside. It’s too dim to see where the plus and minus indicators are, but he memorised the positions awhile ago.

The joints in his fingers are already starting to hurt again. He’d snapped the latches on the protective plastic backing of the recorder at some point, purely by accident. It makes replacing the batteries easier, although he has to be careful about not knocking them out.

All done. With a sigh of relief, Ethan flips it around, rewinding to the beginning and pressing the play button.

“Hello, brother.”

Ethan smiles, a wave of calm washing over him. “Hey, Luther,” he whispers, and grabs his water bottle.

“If you’re listening to this, the world is still here. And so are you.”

He limps back to the cot. His boots echo on the bare wood floor, loud enough that he has to hold the recorder up by his ear so he doesn’t miss Luther’s voice. He half-collapses back onto the cot, setting the water bottle down on the floor next to him and placing the recorder on his chest.

“For the record, I never had any moment of doubt. I knew you’d find a way. You always do.”

Ethan settles back into the thin mattress, letting his eyes slip closed. He’s got a few hours still before the hunger gets bad again. For now he can rest.

“I hope in time you can see this life was not some quirk of fate.”

Following along, his lips form silently around the words as Luther speaks them, caressing the inside of his mouth.

“This was your calling.”

———

Benji’s really getting on his case again. The next time Ethan checks his phone, there’s a ream of unread messages, sent over the course of the last ten days. He should’ve looked at it sooner.

Hey man, how you doing?

You doing okay?

Ethan?

Are you eating at least?

Im gonna come find you if you don’t respond to me.

Ethan. Just checking in

Youre starting to really worry me

Please answer me man. I only need to know if youre alive. I don’t care about anything else

Ethan

Please

I will find you, you know

We’re all worried about you. You still have people who care about you. You can call anytime, anywhere, I’ll pick up. I’m not mad

Proof of life. Just send me that. a thumbs up or something. anything. Then I’ll leave you alone

I promise

He swallows down the resentment and the guilt with a bite of the energy bar in his hand. Benji’s just being nice. But he’s forcing the issue, and now Ethan can’t put it off any longer; he knows the threat of searching for him isn’t an idle one.

Proof, Ethan sends back, and then Sorry. It hurts his knuckles to type. Relief washes over him as he sets his phone down on the floor next to the cot. He won’t have to deal with that again for another week.

He presses play on the recorder.

“I hope you know I’ll always love you, brother. And I will see you again. Though I hope it’s not too—”

Ethan thumbs the rewind.

“—know I’ll always love you, brother. And I will see you—”

“—hope you know I’ll always love you, brother. And I will see—”

“—you know I’ll always love you, brother—”

“—I’ll always love you, brother.”

———

Benji lied to him, obviously. Of course he came looking for him. He shouldn’t have said anything.

He wakes to someone gently shaking his shoulder. “Ethan. Hey.”

His head is pounding. The building is quiet, aside from Benji. Batteries must have died again.

Ethan opens his eyes. It’s light, mid-afternoon. Deep yellow. He feels for the recorder. It had slipped from his chest, down to his side.

Benji’s face comes into focus, breaking out into a smile that’s almost convincing.

“Hey, buddy. It’s good to see you.”

“Benji.” He clears his throat. It’s dry. He needs water.

“Come on. Sit up.”

He lets Benji do the heavy lifting. His hands feel good on shoulders at least, gentle and warm. Ethan avoids his eyes, not wanting to deal with the poorly-concealed look of horror Benji is giving him. He hisses as he gets upright, and his hand wraps around the recorder so Luther doesn’t slide off the cot.

“There we go.” Benji grabs one of the mostly-full water bottles from the floor. “Here.”

Ethan blinks as a wave of dizziness washes over him. It doesn’t sound like anyone else is around. Benji came alone. A small blessing.

“Can you….” He coughs around the dryness in his throat.

“What is it?” Benji’s kneeling in front of him, eager. “Ethan, you should drink.”

“Yeah.” He takes the bottle. “Change these,” he says, offering the recorder to Benji. “The batteries. Table.”

“Sure,” he replies tentatively, frowning down at the recorder as he stands up. “As long as you drink.”

A fair trade. Ethan does. It’s warm, but not as warm as it used to be. The weather is starting to get cooler. He’ll have to relocate soon.

“How long have you been here?” Benji asks, his back to him. Ethan watches his hands work where he stands at the supply table. He can change the batteries a lot faster.

“What day is it?” Ethan asks.

“Thursday.”

“The date.”

Benji turns, recorder in hand, expression pinched. “September 24th.”

“September,” Ethan repeats, frowning. “Uh—I don’t know. Few weeks.”

Benji comes back to his bedside, handing Ethan the recorder. He holds it against his chest.

“I rented out a motorway hotel room you can stay in for the next month,” Benji says, standing over him. “It’s a lot nicer than this place. Is there even running water here?”

“There’s a bathroom on the lower floor.”

“Can you walk?”

He rubs his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Ethan—” Benji looks around, eyes lingering on the exposed insulation and pipes. “You can’t stay here.”

“My stuff’s here.”

“The supplies on the table, you mean?” Benji looks over his shoulder. “I can move all of that for you. I have a car.”

Ethan sets the water bottle down on the bed next to him, wiping his mouth. “Leave me alone, Benji. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not, and no I won’t.”

His voice is forceful but not unkind. Ethan finally looks up at him.

“Come with me,” Benji says softly. It’s hard to meet the warmth in his eyes. “We’ll get you cleaned up. You’ll feel better.”

“Benji, I’m fine—”

“It’ll get cold soon,” he interrupts. “You don’t even have a blanket.”

Ethan pauses. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Benji smiles at him, way too sad. “Yes I do. Come on, Ethan. Please.”

He looks down at Benji’s outstretched hand. It feels good to talk to someone, and Benji’s a nice someone to talk to. It’s not Luther’s voice, but it’s a lot better than silence.

Ethan nods. “Okay. Yeah.”

———

Benji’s uncharacteristically quiet as he drives them to the motel. Ethan doesn’t have the stamina for it; his fingers keep brushing the play button of the recorder, aching for Luther’s voice. Any voice, really.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ethan asks eventually.

Benji gives him a side-eye. “What?”

“When you were moving my things. I saw you wincing.”

“Oh, that.” Benji’s hands shift restlessly on the wheel. It’s really bright outside; Benji gave him his sunglasses to block some of it out. “Nothing major. Risks of the job, y’know. I’m healing.”

He can’t rest his head anywhere but the seat headrest. The car rattles too much. His head lolls against the thin cushion, staring blankly out the front window. “What’s nothing major mean?”

“Well, I….” Benji trails off with a nervous laugh. He looks at Ethan again, properly this time. “Nothing as bad as you.”

“I’m not gonna die if you tell me.” It takes a lot, but he offers Benji a smile. “I can handle it.”

“Just—you look like you’ve got a lot on your mind, is all.” His eyes flick down to the recorder, still clutched to Ethan’s chest. “What is that, by the way?”

“A recorder.”

Benji gives him a sour look. “Ethan.”

“Tell me what happened to you and I’ll tell you what this is,” he bargains.

“No way. You still haven’t even told me what you’ve been up to.”

“You saw what I’ve been up to.”

Benji gives him another one of his pinched worried looks. It makes the lines on his face crease together, especially deep around his eyes. Deeper than Ethan remembers them being.

“Tell me….” Ethan swallows. His throat is dry again. “Tell me what you’ve been doing the past few weeks.”

Benji scoffs. “You’re awfully demanding.”

“I don’t like the sound of my own head. And I like listening to you.”

That seems to be enough to get Benji going. “Uh, well, I’ve been recovering, mostly. Nothing serious, like I said,” he adds quickly. “Decompressing, y’know. Been in London for the most part. But I’ve spent a lot of time in bed, and it’s quite boring if you’re not sleeping, so I’ve been reading French novels to get my vocabulary back up. It’s the only common language I have with Paris that either of us have any fluency in, and she’s stuck around for some reason. Well, kind of. She disappears randomly. Kind of like you. But it’s been good. I’ve been walking Grace through some….”

Ethan closes his eyes as he listens to Benji talk. It’s a soothing babble of noise, and he especially likes hearing about the others. Grace is alive. Paris and Degas are alive. And Benji is here, alive, right in front of him. It’s good to be reminded of it.

#fic.txt #mission impossible #ethan hunt #benji dunn #my fic #edited to add one final little section I forgot at the end

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hanjist · 1 day ago

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get under your skin.

content - enemy!seungmin. fem!reader. angst. mature. smut.

warnings - academic rivalry. lots of insults. hate sex. seungmin’s lowkey egotistical. implied consent. degradation. spit kink n spit as lube. not protected. slapping. choking. using bitch as a pet name.

word count - 3714.

a/n - oh lord. not proof read.

you were always second place.

in high school, you fell right behind seungmin for student body president.

at graduation, you were salutatorian all while seungmin was valedictorian.

at uni, you were the runner up for a prestigious scholarship. once again, seungmin was the winner.

even in his life, you were just his rebound. his second choice.

he’d only pursue you when another of his relationships would fall apart. you were only his rebound.

yet, in all the times he beat you at everything, you couldn’t hate him. you always felt so proud of him, never jealous of his achievements. even when he called you up for his fix, you could never say no. there was something about him which you couldn’t hate.

not until you finally won something against him. finally earning that internship position you both interviewed for. his blood boiled. his ego was ruined. his true colors showed.

“wow, i would’ve never assumed out of all people… you would get it?”

his comments nudged you in the wrong way.

“i mean, after all i achieved, you? but oh well, congrats i guess…”

his passiveness only worked you up more.

“you don’t have to say all those things, a simple congratulations would be nice.”

“well, i personally think im just more qualified but…”

you didn’t want to hear any more of it.

“seungmin, i’ve heard enough from you.”

“yeah yeah, alright. i’ll talk to you later.”

but that was the last you ever heard from him.

he slowly removed you from his life. unfollowing you on every social media you had. removing you from private stories you used to be on. even hanging out with your mutual friends without you. he wanted nothing to do with you now.

you had usually thought that the universe just favored seungmin over you, that what was done was meant to be. being around his proximity, good or bad, it was better than not having him at all. but his words showed his true colors. finally winning something for yourself made you realize that you never needed him and he never needed you either. you figured you never mattered to him at all.

———

it had been months since seungmin last talked to you. it never appeared in your mind that he would ever text you again.

he didn’t text. he showed up at your door.

one knock.

you look through the peephole, only to see a frustrated seungmin through the door. his clothes damp from the rain outside, water dripping from his hair. his glasses slightly fogged up.

your back is pressed against the door now. why is he here?

two knocks.

you reach your hand towards the handle, slowly turning it to open the door. you peep through the small gap of the door and the frame.

“can i help you?”

“how’s that internship going for you?”

you slam the door.

“wait! y/n, let’s just talk please.”

you open it slightly once again.

“i didn’t get into grad school.”

seungmin quickly spills and you roll your eyes, you’re about the slam the door on him again but he stops you with his hand.

“uhm… okay?”

he sighs as you open the door fully, looking at his drenched figure.

“i didn’t even get waitlisted.”

you cross your arms.

“alright? what am i supposed to do about that? why are you even here?”

he huffs as he looks down at the ground, shrugging.

“i just… i didn’t know where else to go.”

you’re pissed now. you throw your arms up in frustration and laugh.

“wow! really? so you come back to me when your world is falling apart again? what am i supposed to do, huh? just fix it for you? what the fuck do you want me to do?”

his eyes have gone wide.

“what? no— that’s not what i meant to do—”

“oh please seungmin, tell me why you’re here.”

“i didn’t mean to cut you off, y/n, really i just—”

“you mean, you didn’t mean to insult me when i finally got something for once? you didn’t mean to ghost me after? pure bullshit, min. seriously.”

you try to close the door but his hand stops you again.

“i was angry. please just understand me.”

“bullshit.”

“it was just you beat me for once, i didn’t know how to feel. i was angry at myself, never you. i just didn’t know how it felt to actually lose this time. i was frustrated. i didn’t know how to actually feel, i was just jealous. please, you need to understand.”

“but how come when i always fell behind you, i felt so proud of you and how far you’ve come? how come when i was always the second choice, i still came running to you?”

“y/n, these past months living without you have been unbearable. you were never second to me. i just never knew how to let you win without feeling like i was losing. please just hear me out, give me a chance to make it right.”

“you’ve lost your mind.”

you shove the door harder, fully closing it and locking it.

seungmin stands in front of your door for a minute before sighing and finally leaving.

———

you thought it would be over with him after that interaction, but he just kept pushing. he’d end up texting you late at night.

seungmin: you up?

you wouldn’t respond. it led him to ignoring you on campus as if he never knew you. as if he wasn’t up at 3am spamming you with messages of “sorry” and “please talk to me.”

he’d keep texting you to remind him he’s always there. a reminder that you can’t get rid of him, no matter what you do. he knew you had no heart to block him, so he took advantage of it. he knew how to peel you open and get in your head.

the worst part? you let him.

you let him send you voice memos late at night, his drunk self always expressing his feelings of anger and frustration that you finally won against him. that he deserved it more than you. followed by his apologies, his voice cracked and on the verge of tears. you always listened to them, just never bothered to reply.

you let him sit by you when you would hang out with your friends. the friends you introduced him to. you’d never speak a word to each other, never even look at each other. just be by each other, inches away.

you always let him in your life some way, only because you never wanted to let him go. every interaction you’d say was the last, would never be the last.

you two were just playing some sick game, which always costed your feelings more than his. all while you were playing along, he was winning.

he finally owned up to talk to you after weeks of silence, only to give you more passive digs in front of your friends.

“probably picked you for diversity points.”

“i should’ve worn a mini skirt to the interview as well, hm?”

you never faltered the blank expression on your face whenever he commented, yet it hurt you. it felt like a brick being thrown at your core. nevertheless, you had to match his level.

“have you gotten off the waitlist yet? oh, wait…”

“remind me, who got the internship again and who’s wallowing in their grief about it months after?”

you wanted to hurt him back badly. you wanted to see him feel small for once. yet, he wouldn’t budge. he kept coming back.

seungmin couldn’t take his eyes off you during your friend’s party. you didn’t even expect him to come, he hates those types of functions.

he’d glance at you every now and then, thinking you wouldn’t notice. how could you not when his stare felt like lasers burning at the back of your head? he was just sitting, elbows on his knees, his drink untouched, and just watching your every move. you tried doing everything to let him know that you couldn’t care less if he was there. laughing a little louder when he passed by. dancing close to someone when you were in his view. it seemed like he didn’t care, but when you stepped outside the balcony for fresh air, he was quick to follow.

he stood against the wall while you stood near to the railing. there was a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“nothing to say to me now? aren’t you supposed to say something like how i ‘got lucky’?”

you don’t even look back at him. you sip the drink in your hand, waiting for his response. another beat of silence before he responds.

“are you trying to prove a point to me or something?”

“oh! whatever do you mean, minnie?”

you turn to face him, voice dripping with an innocent mock. the back of your hand to your forehead, making a dramatic fainting movement at him. he rolls his eyes at you.

“look, i didn’t come out here to argue.”

“then why the fuck are you here? because you saw me with someone else? because you saw me having fun? what? are you jealous that i can live my life through all your insults and jealous? do i owe you something? what do you want from me?”

seungmin’s jaw twitched.

“stop pretending and cut the crap, y/n.”

“oh no. you, out of all people, don’t get to talk about pretending. you ghosted me for months, then come right back around when your pride gets bruised. when you feel the need to be better than someone else, you always choose to come back to me. but no, i won’t let it happen this time, not when im finally having fun.”

he chuckles at you, a condescending tinge to his voice.

“oh please, you’re miserable. you say you’re having fun but don’t think i don’t notice when you get louder when i pass by. how you get closer to those guys when i see you. don’t think i’m stupid, y/n.”

you grow silent, eyes never breaking contact with his. you take a step closer towards him, pointing your finger at his face.

“you better shut up.”

“do you think i need you?”

he scoffs, his knuckles shooing your finger away from his face.

“no, you hate that i don’t need you anymore.”

his hands are balled up into fists. he takes another step closer to you, inches away, now towering over you.

“you are so fucking full of yourself—”

“you’re full of shit, seungmin.”

silence between you two. nothing but each others intense eye contact. the two of you basically breathing on each other. the feelings you originally felt wasn’t even anger anymore. it felt like something uglier.

one or the other moved closer, you didn’t know. maybe it was you, him, or both. whoever it was, there was only a small gap separating you two. each other’s faces inches away, eyes never breaking contact, burning into each other.

“i hate you.”

the words you whispered linger onto him.

“no you don’t.”

“i do.”

“then stop looking at me like that.”

but you couldn’t stop. neither could he. nobody was breaking. you held your breath for a second, then swallowed down what was all your pride.

“god,”

he muttered lowly.

“you’re such a desperate mess, trying to prove that you’re better than me. but look at you, you’re breathing so hard against me, fists clenched, and your eyes tell me that you’d let me do anything to if i just leaned in close enough.”

you were ashamed, he was right. tears slightly welling up, your eyes were still connected to his.

“you like it when i talk to you that way, huh? how i remind you of what you really are?”

his breath brushed your cheek as he whispered.

“don’t you dare—”

“don’t what? don’t say you’re pathetic?”

he leaned in slightly, his arm slowly wrapping around your waist, pulling you even closer where your pressing against him.

“don’t say you’re second place, even while you’re in my arms?”

your throat felt dry. you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t even know if you could say anything.

“you’re disgusting.”

“takes one to know one.”

he whispers against your lips before he presses his own onto you. you wanted to back away but you couldn’t. it wasn’t passionate, neither was it gentle. his tongue flicks against your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth slightly, his tongue meeting yours.

this felt like a punishment.

his free hand snaked its way up to you jaw, grip tightening. all you could hear was the smacking and grunts, the saliva making wet noises between you two. you push him lightly, finally separating the both of you.

he pulls back slightly, just enough to still be close enough to your lips.

“you don’t want my respect, you just want to be ruined by me.”

as he whispers, you shove him back, his arms letting go of you. you stay silent as he watches you walk off back into the party and out the door of the apartment itself.

———

the next day, you’re haunted by what happened the previous night. it was all you could think about. you had to study for an exam earlier, but how could you when the only thing replaying in your mind was the kiss. it kept distracting you from doing anything right.

9:57pm, your phone buzzes.

seungmin: i’m coming over.

you: get lost

he read it, no response. you didn’t expect him to because three minutes later, there’s a knock at your door.

the first knock is soft. you go up to the door, but don’t open it. you wait.

the second knock is even harder. you yank the door open, anger bubbling up inside you.

“are you crazy? get lost, seungmin.”

“are you gonna just pretend last night didn’t happen?”

“it was a mistake.”

“if it was a mistake, why didn’t you stop me earlier.”

you stay silent.

“you’re such a bad liar.”

he scoffs as he pushes you aside to let himself in.

“seungmin what the fu—”

“hush.”

he presses a finger against your lips. you quickly flick his finger away.

“hey! you don’t get to just show up at my house like this.”

“then next time, maybe actually make an attempt to block me.”

you go quiet again.

the stupid smirk on his face, you hate how he looks so good with his tired eyes and his messed up hair. how he’s inside your apartment, like he’s feeling at home.

he walks over to your couch, collapsing onto it.

“get the fuck out.”

“make me.”

you stomp over to him, grabbing him by his wrist to pull him up. you try dragging him towards the door until he stops you. your grip on his wrist tightens.

“why the fuck are you here now? you wanna argue again? wanna tell me how i’m miserable? that you’ll always be better?”

“admit you miss me”

“i fucking don’t.”

“then why’d you kiss me back, hm?”

your skin feels hot. it feels like it’s burning. your gripping seungmin’s wrist as tight as you can now. it’s enough to leave a mark on him, but he gives no reaction.

“just admit it, you miss me. you missed the way i talk to you. you miss how i touch you. you miss everything about me. you love it.”

you don’t say anything. you just look at him. you look at him the same way you did last night.

“you think i’m oblivious? you think i don’t notice the way your eyes look when i talk down on you? how you basically melt when i get aggressive towards you?”

the silence coming out of you says enough for him.

he’s taking steps closer to you, all the while you try to back up. you feel trapped the second your back hits the wall. his arms cage you in, hands on either side of your head. it feels suffocating, you feel like you can’t breathe.

“cmon, be a doll and admit it.”

you can’t speak, you just shake your head no.

“you still want me, don’t you?”

“i hate you so much.”

it’s the only thing you can say.

“you don’t mean that. you’re looking at me with those eyes again. if you really hated me, you’d push me away by now.”

you want to push him away, but your arms go numb, you just can’t.

in that moment, his lips attack yours. you want to fight it but you quickly give in. your hands are on his cheeks, pulling him in closer. he picks you up by your thighs, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist, the contact on your lips never breaking. he stumbles through your hallway, finding your bedroom door, fumbling with the handle before going in to drop you on your bed. joining you as he makes room for himself between your legs.

the kiss breaks. he’s quick to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, while you’re racing to pull down your shorts and take off your shirt. he notices the wet patch on your panties, laughing at you.

“fuck… did me talking down on you make you wet? you filthy bitch.”

his fingers trail down from your thighs to your clothed core. the tip of his index just poking at the wet spot, stroking it ever so slightly. you squirm in response. he pulls your panties to the side, watching as your core glistens with wetness. his finger prods ever so slightly, making you whimper. he slowly inserts the finger, pumping it in and out ever so slightly. then adding another one, the two digits scissoring in your core.

“m-min… please…”

“what? you want more? fuck…”

he gives a third digit. your eyes roll back, bucking your hips with his movements.

he slowly pulls his fingers out leaving you empty. he grabs your thighs, pulling you up and closer towards his face, legs draped around his shoulders. he spits on your pussy, watching his saliva drip down your slit. the warm contact makes you whimper.

he laid his tongue flat against your pussy, coating it with even more of his saliva. his tongue exploring all over, grip on your thighs getting tighter. tongue circling over your bud, sucking harshly.

“fuck! seungmin!”

you’re clawing at your sheets now, hair stuck on your forehead from how hard your sweating.

“shit… soak my fucking face… oh my god…”

he can’t even finish his sentences, addicted to your pussy. he’s groaning against your clit, the vibrations sending you into another world. the way your body shakes tells him you’re about to release.

“yeah, squirt for me you fucking bitch…”

“seungmin—!”

you’re crying his name out, body shaking as you spill onto his face, squirting on him. all your juices landing on his tongue, licking his lips as his eyes slightly roll back.

he drops your legs back down onto your bed, slowly crawling up to face you. he taps your cheek with two fingers, commanding you to open your mouth. he inhales sharply before a wet substance lands on your tongue. he spits into your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you barely.

“swallow it.”

you shake your head, lips pressed together.

SMACK.

he slaps you lightly, his brows furrowing.

“i said, swallow it you dumb bitch. don’t make me say it a third time.”

you’re quick to obey him this time. swallowing the mixture of your saliva and sticking out your tongue to show him.

“finally, learning how to obey.”

he takes his cock out of his boxers, spitting on it. he rubs it all over his shaft, stroking his cock to cover it with his saliva. you watch him through your legs, eyes getting desperate for him.

“hurry…”

you mutter.

“what was that? did i tell you to speak?”

another smack.

you shake your head no and press your lips together.

as he pushes the tip inside your core, you moan quietly. he was big, never like anyone else you got with. not that you got with a lot of people, but no one else could compare to him. no wonder you keep coming back.

seungmin grabs you by your hips and shoves you down onto his cock. loud whimpers escape your mouth as he keeps using your body to thrust for him. his pace is fast, not a lick of remorse through his movements.

he lets go of your hips and starts slamming his cock into you even harder. his hand snaking up your jaw, his thumb caressing your mouth. then tracing down to your neck, wrapping his hand around you, putting slight pressure.

“say my name, you bitch.”

“s-seung… m-min… a-ah!”

you mewl. he’s satisfied with how wrecked you are. his thrusts get sloppier as he’s about to climax. he watches as your nose scrunches, signaling you’re about to cum as well.

“fuck, cum on me. cum on my cock.”

you spill onto his cock, while he releases inside of you. the mixture of your secretions gush out of your hole, coating not only his cock but your folds.

he doesn’t stop his sloppy thrusts, they only get faster. you’re a mess now, moaning his name and gripping onto his arms now.

“f-fuck! please! ‘s too much!”

seungmin uses one of his hands to trail down to your bud. his fingers ever so slightly stimulating your clit before giving it a slap. you whimper at the feel.

“that’s it, take my big cock… so desperate, hm…?”

your nails dig into his skin, clawing onto him. you release on him for a third time. the sheets are soaked, you both are sweating, and the room smells like sex.

“being hated by me turns you the fuck on, huh bitch? you’re pathetic.”

———

you wake up to seungmin on the edge of the bed, shirt already on. his back facing you. not a word spoken. he looks back at you slightly before getting up, pulling his pants up to zip them, and walking out your bedroom door without slamming it.

you don’t know what’s happening between you anymore, but you know you’re addicted. and so is he.

you know he’ll come back for more.

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ducksido · 23 hours ago

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Omg I just realized we are moots! I really love your writing and you capture all the guys personalities so well! If your comfortable with it could you write about some of the guys with a Yuu that comes from poverty/a bad situation in the old world, so Ramshackle actually feels like a step up? I think it would be really interesting to see how characters like Leona, Ruggie, Kalim, Jamil, and Malleus would react. I’m thinking pre-established relationship. If you don’t feel up to it that’s fine! Have a lovely day!

Leona Kingscholar Leona’s usually the tough, “don’t get in my way” type, but when he learns about Yuu’s past—the poverty, the scrapping just to survive—there’s this flicker of protectiveness in his eyes that softens him. He admires Yuu’s strength quietly, never outright saying it, but his small gestures say it all: making sure Yuu eats enough, saving up to get Yuu something nice without making a fuss, and always being ready to throw down if anyone disrespects Yuu’s journey. He respects that Ramshackle isn’t just a school—it’s a sanctuary from all that darkness. Sometimes, when Yuu’s memories get overwhelming, Leona just pulls them close and lets his presence say, “You’re safe here. You’re home.”

Ruggie Bucchi Ruggie’s got that street-smart, scrappy energy himself, so he immediately understands Yuu’s hustle and scars. He’s the first to admit: “I get it. Been there.” That shared experience makes their bond real tight. He never pressures Yuu to talk but will always listen if Yuu wants to vent or just sit quietly. Ruggie’s all about lifting Yuu up, making sure they feel like they belong and can be themselves without fear. He’s surprisingly gentle, always ready with a joke or a goofy smile to brighten the dark days, and he’s protective but also fiercely proud of how far Yuu’s come.

Kalim Al-Asim Kalim’s heart is huge, and when he learns about Yuu’s rough start, he’s overflowing with kindness. He can’t stand the idea that Yuu had to suffer or feel alone, so he spoils them with sweet gifts—whether it’s food, flowers, or anything that reminds Yuu of comfort and warmth. He’s constantly reminding Yuu that they’re valued and loved, not for what they had or didn’t have, but simply because of who they are. Kalim’s faith and positivity are like a healing balm, and he treats Ramshackle as a beautiful new chapter, a blessing for them both.

Jamil Viper Jamil is more reserved about feelings, but when he knows about Yuu’s difficult past, he quietly admires their resilience. He respects their independence and strength but also wants to be someone Yuu can lean on without feeling like a burden. Jamil will keep watch silently, offering practical help—fixing things, offering his knowledge and steady presence. Sometimes his words are blunt, but they come from a place of wanting Yuu to have security and stability. He sees Ramshackle as an opportunity for Yuu to build a life beyond survival mode, and he’s determined to help make that happen.

Malleus Draconia Malleus is usually so otherworldly and serious, but Yuu’s story reaches something deep inside him. He’s protective beyond words, almost like a guardian dragon watching over a precious soul. He’s aware of the shadows Yuu carries, and sometimes his presence alone is enough to calm those fears—like a silent promise that Yuu will never have to face those struggles again alone. Malleus will gently encourage Yuu to embrace this new world, showing off the beauty and magic of Ramshackle as a stark contrast to the hardship they endured. When Yuu falters, he’s there, firm yet tender, reminding them of their strength and their right to happiness.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst yuu #twst headcanons

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bunannabun · 14 hours ago

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as a whovian since 2009

ive NEVER spread hate on anything the series did regardless of my opinion on their decisions and plot holes and whatnot, and boy oh boy is not easy being a whovian ive been accepting everything with an open heart, yeah you wanna retcon shit? you wanna leave a plot open for ever? you wanna over do nostalgia? alright, i'm here to have fun and love all the things that made me fall in love with the series, i can ignore things that were not my taste, DW was never about being a flawless production anyway, it was always about HEART but you know what? I can only be so patient for so long! This finale has a list of things that made me watch the whole thing in denial, not wanting to believe my own eyes, trying my best to trust the show until the end just to end up in desbelief and as frustrated as i was watching Star Wars episode 9. And you know what, I could still take all of this shit but i can only be so patient when it comes to dealing with BIPOC characters with so much cowardice. So take my hand and let's take remember how RTD writes them? I will not even take into account the annoying outcast boyfriend of female (white) lead, Mickey, or the let's play with Asian stereotypes but hide them under an alien mask, Chanto. let's look at the big ones, shall we? Martha Jones - had one great episode centered on herself as the great heroine at the end, and it's implied she becomes this motherfucking cool UNIT agent that we don't get to see much. Collaborates with torchwood, etc. BUT, her own series: always is standing on Billie shadows, always rejected by the 10th for not being Rose, always humiliating herself for a one sided love, like despite her brains and her skills her life was revolved around that alien man. No so much important as she could be (she had potential to be greater than Billie even) compared to all other companions on RTD era including the ones that last one episode. and that's it for RTD 1.... RTD 2: he did some nice things: got our first officially Black Doctor (remember we still have Jo Martin pending, no one knows her story yet), he did an entire episode with 100% black cast taking the Doctor to Africa (bc Ncuti asked). First time 100% non-white Tardis, as Belinda Chandra becomes companion. Great. BUT

instead of introducing our first black doctor normally, there's a twist! He had to share his big moment, big reveal, big spotlight with David Tennant - for fan service purposes. Has our first black doctor sharing the tardis with a white blond girl (and don't take me wrong, i love Ruby, just stay with me here a bit), alrite, she has a black wonderful family, super well written, super charismatic. 2nd companion Belinda. Don't even have a whole series for herself to shine. I don't feel her like a companion at all since she don't even agree to be there and it's all only circumstantial. She's a great character, but don't show so much grow. Disappear for a whole episode that we have Ruby back (the episode is great, but again, keep with me here cause i have a point). Ruby is the one that saves the day on the finale (both Wish and Poppy issues) while Belinda is more like a background character. The Rani: once again, comes from a white character and has to share her big entrance with her. Is underwritten has always to share screen time with Ms. Flood and presumably dies at the end while her white counterpart survives.

Jo Martin is not RTD's fault, but he DID had time to fix this and chose not to. We had literally seconds of her onscreen. Then we have Ncuti regeneration. Beautiful scene, beautiful moment with Jodi, but come on! Not even Eccleston had so little screen time as the doctor as he had! And he had to regenerate on a blonde woman only for fan service purposes again??? Can we see a pattern here? BlPOC RTD's characters always stands on white characters shadows, they're always underused, always have to share their spotlight and this kinda make it seems that all the positive representation stuff he had done in the series was for show this is sad, is frustrating and i can't tolerate this anylonger quoting Eccleston here: "Sack Russel T Davies" (i mean absolutely no hate to anyone from the cast, great team, great actors, only love to them)

#doctor who #rtd2 era #russel t davies #ncuti gatwa #the doctor #christopher eccleston #billie piper #jodie whittaker #jo martin #fugitive doctor #martha jones #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #sorry for the rant

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 2 days ago

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Only..... She didn't know how to do that. It wasn't enough to just leave the restaurant she needed to leave Hell. Which she couldn't do......

Adele slammed her fist down on the sink, fuck!

Lucifer jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, it was Ozzie himself.

Ozzie: They there Lu..... You know, for someone who's on his honeymoon you don't look too happy.

Lucifer swallowed a hard lump in his throat, it felt like a boulder was logged in there.

Lucifer: I..... I think I jumped the gun on this. I don't regret marrying Adele I love her so much but...... I don't think.......

He couldn't say the words, that she didn't love him, probably didn't even like him and more likely tolerated him and wasn't happy with him. It was a hard pill to swallow.

But hearing her dreams? Knowing she could still make them come true? Lucifer couldn't do that to her, his dreams died long ago and the dream of being with the woman he loved...... It wasn't what he thought it would be. She didn't like anything he did and just when he thinks he's making positive progress something happens and she's angry at him again.

Lucifer: We..... We need to go okay?

Ozzie nodded, he didn't want to say anything going against his King and hurt his Pride. That's the last thing anyone wanted to do.

When Adele came back out, the look on her face said it all. He had to let her go.

Lucifer: Come on, we're leaving......

Adele frowned more, they hadn't even gotten their food and they were leaving? She followed Lucifer back to the hotel, the King didn't say a word the whole time and when they got to the room Lucifer turned to her.

Adele flinched when he raised his hand and it only made Lucifer feel worse. Slowly and gently, he removed the crown from her hair. But he left the ring.

Lucifer: Adele...... I..... I want you to be happy. And I know one way for that is for you to achieve your dream of playing in your band. I want you to fulfill your dreams....... Even if that's without me. I was blinded by my feelings for you that I didn't see that you weren't happy. And I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy....... Even just a little.

His chest felt so tight, this was so hard for him to do. He opened a portal to the street that was near her home in LA.

Adele still couldn't remove the ring...... That's fine, at least it was nice.

But she could go home.....

Adele: This is a trick.

Lucifer: No. No it's not. But, I would like you to want to stay here with me. If you ever want to come back or need me just rub the diamond on your ring.

Oh, so that's why he's leaving it.

Adele looked between Lucifer and the open portal. She walked for it not wanting to seem too eager. Once she was on the other side she turned back as if waiting for the devil to pull her back.

But he didn't, Lucifer stood there and closed the portal.

The King of Hell felt his heart shatter having his wife gone....... Maybe it's what he deserves.

It hurt too much to stay in the room where they were supposed to be happy. So, he opened another portal to the manor into the bedroom where he flopped down on the bed and sobbed.

Sacrificial Bride

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Once upon a time when the Earth was still young and new, a great and glorious being, who everyone referred to as God or father to his children, looked over the planet and sighed. While he was finished with everything else to complete Earth it was still missing something. Something that he just couldn’t figure out what to create. It had to be something unique just like Earth. But what? Looking towards his children he smiled when he saw his most beloved son Lucifer with some of the younger Heaven born. He saw that he was showing off his skills in magic causing the young ones to awe.

It was then when watching his son who was so full of life and curiosity towards all things around him that inspiration finally hit him, and he understood what was needed for his final creation on Earth. Grabbing a handful of the elder angels, they entered God’s most beautiful garden on Earth, Eden. The sky was dark and littered with stars, the air was warm but had a nice breeze to it, a perfect time for creation. As the angels surrounded the powerful being in curiosity he grabbed a handful of soil and breathed life into it, creating life. From the dust of the Earth, a new being was created, the very first human.

As the being formed into its body, the angels could tell that it was like the female angels in certain areas. God smiled and explained to them that she was a woman. Her skin was pale and flawless, and her hair shined like the hidden sun, and when she opened them her eyes looked as if the blue day sky was put into them with the little whites in her eyes resembling clouds. She truly was beautiful, as she should be since she was created in her creator's image. Kneeling to the woman God gently took her hands in his and welcomed her into the world. Looking at her he realized that she needed to be given a name, other than just woman.

He turned his head up towards the dark sky, the moon shining on them both and back to the woman who looked as if she belonged to the day. A moment passed and with a slight grin, he turned back to her and gave her the name, Lilith, which meant to belong to the night. He then explained who he was and that this garden was her home. A home that was free of any evil, where she would never want anything and would always be content. So long as she followed this one rule, to never eat nor touch the tree that held the forbidden fruit of good and evil.

For if she did she would surely die. With that, he pulled her up and pointed to the vast forest that lay before them. With a grin spreading across her lips, her eyes sparkling with a newfound purpose and excitement she took her first steps forward. And ventured off into the vast green where she would spend her days discovering the wonders the garden had to offer as well as naming each of the wonders she found. As was commanded by God. All too soon as it seemed a minute ago that Lilith had finished naming everything in Eden.

Afterwards, she began to grow lonely with all the beauty of Eden with no one to relish and joy with. She may have had the animals, but it still wasn’t what she wanted. One day sitting in the garden she looked down at her reflection and sighed wishing for someone like her. Suddenly a bright light appeared in front of her and she gasped in delight at the sight of God once again in her presence. Along with one of his angels who he introduced as his son Lucifer.

After hearing about her progress in finishing her duties, God came down to see and check on his creation. However, he was surprised that she looked forlorn after completing such a major task. He asked her what was wrong and she explained her loneliness with no one to talk to or be with. Her creator had thought and thought about what to do and then it hit him simply and quickly. He turned to his son and instructed him to dig a hole in the ground.

Though confused Lucifer did as his father commanded. When his father was satisfied with the hole and how deep and wide it was, he took Lilith’s hand, placed it over the hole, and without feeling any pain on Lilith’s end cut her hand open and let the blood flow over. Once enough blood had filled the hole he healed Lilith’s hand and covered the hole with dirt. Not even a minute had passed before the ground began to shake and rise. Standing in front of them caked in dirt was another human, another woman. Even though she had the same parts of Lilith that made her a woman she was completely different in every way in appearance. Though she was tall she was about a head shorter than the other woman.

Her hair and eyes were as brown as the soil she had come from. Her body was even slightly curvier than Lilith’s shape. The only thing that seemed to be the same in appearance, sans the parts of a woman, was their skin. Though even then while Lilith had a slight kiss of a tan this other woman was incredibly pale; not as white as the angels but still. God gave a grin to Lilith and said to her that this other woman, the second one made, was to be her sister. He turned back to his newest creation and smiled welcoming her to life and Earth and giving her the name, Adelle.

He explained to the two women that they were both equals and would never lord over the other. That being said, it was Lilith’s new duty to protect Adele and make sure she was always safe. That included keeping her far, far away from the forbidden tree and the fruit that it bore. He explained to Adelle as he had to Lilith when he caught her getting a little too close to it, that if it was a hidden evil if one ever took even a single smallest bite of the fruit it would make one surely die. With that, he sent the two off into the garden to get better acquainted with one another.

Lilith with a large smile thanked God for giving her someone to finally cease her loneliness and gently grabbed her new sister's hand. With a fast pace, she walked her sister into the vast green and explained what everything was. That day on Earth in that garden would forever be marked by how the sisters of Eden came to be. When God turned back he expected his son to come with him but he saw that Lucifer was staring at the retreating forms of the two, but more specifically at the second woman. From the moment he saw her, he couldn’t stop staring. He didn’t know exactly why but there was just something about her that made him want to know more.

When he heard his father beckon him over Lucifer explained that he wanted to make sure the sisters would be ok and would cover them for a while. However, he promised his father he would do it from a distance to give them their space and to allow them to bond with one another. His father accepted and left back for their home leaving Lucifer behind in an excited state. Flying overhead he tracked the girls over to one of Eden’s many lakes and saw the two bathing in the water. Carefully he flew down and hid in the trees without being seen.

He watched with a soft smile as Lilith helped scrub the dirt away, occasionally asking her sister to go underneath the water for a second. When all the soil was washed away and Adele was fully clean she stepped out of the water and what she had before the archangel was truly a sight. He didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it before. Perhaps it was the lighting but if he thought she was something to behold before then he didn’t know what true beauty was. Her skin was now clean and pale like Lilith's but more creamy as it had no traces of the sun.

Lucifer couldn’t help but wonder how soft it would be if he were to touch her. Her long hair slightly flew in the soft breeze it appeared to. Lucifer wondered what it would smell like if he were to inhale it. However, the most prominent of this gorgeous creature's features were in his honest opinion her eyes. While still, the color brown had a sort of golden shine to them, making them look angelic in an earthly way.

That was the moment that changed history and its course forever. That was the moment the Archangel Lucifer, the son of God, had fallen for the second woman, and he fell hard.

Days blended into weeks as he continued to watch the two sisters for wherever Lilith was Adele was not far away. Watching them he saw that though they were similar in a few certain ways their personalities were stark contrasts. Lilith was calm and composed while Adele was wild and rampant. Lilith was fiercely independent and Adele was a bit the same in her ways, preferring the company of Lilith from being alone. All of that though made him fall even harder as each minute passed.

Observing her play with her sister, tending to the garden, and he especially loved how kind and expressive she was to the animals whether it be a tiny mouse to a mighty lion. Lilith while she was enjoying the company of her new sister always felt another presence that was watching her every move. Yet every time she tried searching for it she never found it. It wasn’t until one day when she was by herself gathering fruit for breakfast did she discovered that their little stalker was one of Heaven’s angels. He introduced himself as the son of God himself Lucifer and stated that he watched the two because he was simply curious.

For, after all, they were the very first of their species. Lilith accepted that and they began to converse with one another. By the end of the day, a friendship had fully blossomed between the two. Lilith eventually introduced Lucifer to Adele, much to the archangel's delight, and the duo became a trio. They would spend their days together in the garden discovering any new treasures, languishing in its beauty, and eating any of the delicious fruit that grew.

All in all, they were quite a close fit. However, Lucifer wanted more with Adele. He wanted her to be his for all of eternity. He tried in every way to impress her to earn her affection but she refused each time. Choosing instead to stay by her sister's side. but he didn’t let that discourage him from trying.

However, there was still the matter with his father as well as the elder angels. For he knew deep down that if the elder angels had found out about his feelings for the second woman he would be forbidden from ever seeing her and Lilith again. Whenever he was with or near the elders they would all talk about how Father’s creations were perfect and must remain perfect forever. He felt that all the two humans in the elder’s eyes were dolls and Eden was their playhouse. He wanted to free them. They were songbirds and he tried to open up their cage.

So that is exactly what he did. Going to Lilith he convinced her in his quest for free will and had her give the forbidden fruit to Adele as a gift. For which Adele gladly accepted from her sister.

However, this gift soon became the beginning of a curse.

As God had stated even the smallest bite would bring death and evil. Though Adele had not died in body her innocence was no longer as she understood the world around her. Lilith had also felt something shift inside her, a feeling mixed that felt wrong yet felt so right to do. As for Lucifer, he was simply glad that Adele’s eyes were finally open and they would finally look his way. That feeling quickly went away as the only emotions that were visible in her eyes were fear and dread.

It soon became worse as all of the elders and his father discovered what he had done and confronted the three. For their reckless acts, all three were punished. Lilith was separated from her sister and thrown into the dark pit which she created with Lucifer. As for Adele, she was banished from the garden for her disobedience. However, God saw that she was suffering already and decided that she needed someone to protect her in the cold and harsh world outside of the garden. That was how the first man came to be, Stephen.

Then he sent them on their way, to find a new home somewhere. But not before telling them to be fruitful and multiply to help populate the world they share. That is what the first husband and wife did, they found a batch of land where they settled and made a home. A home that was filled with children and more children after that and more children after that. Until they had a whole village filled to the brim with their children and eventually their children procreated with the other humans created by God to help with the population of Earth. Grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren flooded their village, and others were created. While it wasn’t Eden Adele and Stephen had done God’s command and thrived together. As for down in the pit that was now called Hell, the first demons had also created their village. However, theirs were a little bigger and they did them by themselves without help from either. The reason why is that when they fell and Lilith was separated from Adele she put all the blame onto Lucifer for what had happened because she trusted that what they were doing was the right thing.

All it ended was her losing her sister and the friendship she and Lucifer once had lost bloomed and died like a withering flower. It all changed though when the first fully dead mortal soul had wound up in their home. After that, more and more sinners flooded their homes Lilith had found a new purpose, empowering her people with her voice and her songs eventually separating a part of Hell into her territory becoming the queen of her kingdom. As for Lucifer though it was a whole different view for him. He saw those sinners all as just that, sinners, and barely glanced at them even when it was his job as their king to do so. It also didn’t help that they were the descendants of the woman he loved and lost, as well as the fact that she had a husband.

That thought alone was enough for the king of Hell to go out and create the name his subjects called him, the devil. Years had passed on Earth and in Hell and Adele had eventually grown old with her husband and lay with her family surrounding her as she closed her eyes one final time. Now one might think that would be the end of the story, correct? Sorry to say that is far from the truth. When Adele finally died she did not go to Heaven, Hell, or even back to the Earth where she was created.

No, as soon as she closed her eyes she opened them again as a newborn.

For Adele was alive once again.

When Adele’s soul didn’t go to either afterlife both realms were in disarray. Adele had repented in Heaven’s eyes and should have been here with them. While down in Hell Lucifer had always held onto the hope that maybe she would arrive down here. At first, they assumed that she hadn’t died yet but that wasn’t the case as God had called both Heaven and Hell into a meeting. Both realms were shocked as ever since the separation he had wanted nothing to do with Hell.

When agents of Hell and Heaven had descended onto neutral ground he informed all of them that Adele had passed but her soul was lost.

It was somewhere still on Earth. But where they did not know. Only that she still amongst the mortals. When Lucifer heard of this predicament he almost set the entire room they were in on fire.

Adele was meant to be here by his side as his queen! Not being forced to trudge amongst the rest of those swine.

However, his father was not done speaking. Though he never explained why this happened he declared a wager to be made between Heaven and Hell. If either realm could find Adele and bring her to their plane then that would be the place she would reside until the end of time itself.

After much discussion, the king of Hell Lucifer, and the high Seraphim Sera had agreed. If Lucifer would bring Adele into the darkness then the second woman would become his queen and rule beside him for all eternity. However, if Sera could bring Adele into the light then Adele would become Heaven’s top soldier and would lead an army to keep Hell in line for the rest of eternity.

With a firm handshake, the wager was set. For centuries that was how it was: Heaven and Hell would send their best agents to find the first woman’s soul but unsuccessful with each attempt.

It was almost as if she evaded them at every turn.

It eventually got to a point where both sides were recruiting humans to try and watch out for Adele. Thousands of years have passed since then and still no such luck from either Heaven or Hell.

Until one day Lucifer, when his patience ran out, decided to take matters into his own hands.

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befuddledcinnamonroll · 3 hours ago

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I keep thinking about The Next Prince and power. Because it's setting up some really interesting dynamics, and I hope we get to see them properly explored.

Khanin is our protagonist, our entry point into this new world. The one we are supposed to relate to, as his universe shifts around him. He claims he doesn't want his royal position, that he's only there to find his father, and yet... it's a little unnerving how quickly he becomes comfortable at wielding the power that he's been given.

He feels rather like a toddler who's picked up a hammer, who doesn't truly understand the implications or the harm that could happen. His scenes causing trouble for Chakri are largely played for humor, yet one wrong move and Chakri could be jobless and disgraced, with no real consequences for Khanin.

And we know his attempts to force Charan to his side are largely driven by trauma and the bond of their early experiences, yet his orders are the very thing that keep pushing Charan further from a true relationship with him. His orders are always about how he feels and what he wants. He wanted to dance with Charan, so he did, without care of what it could mean for Charan's career or reputation. He wanted Charan as his coach, so he played up cutely with the king, without understanding that he is pushing Charan deeper into the viper's nest by doing so.

But as Charan says, he's not a bargaining chip. He genuinely cares for Khanin, but he does not remotely want the kind of relationship with Khanin that he has with the king, one purely of obsequiousness and duty. And that's what Khanin's eagerness to use power will get him, unless he is able to recognize the danger ahead.

On the other hand, for Ramil, power is more like a whip. Something that has been wielded against him and the things he loves his entire life. I imagine that Rachata was the kind of father to burn his child's favorite toy when Ramil didn't behave as expected.

Ramil has never known a life without the whip. And since this is Ramil's experience with power, this is also how he wields it - either a sharp attack at a perceived foe (usually Khanin), or as a tool to wrap up and bind that what he fears losing (Paytai).

But what would Ramil be like without that fear of Rachata's whip? Having a moment to breath. Without living in a constant state of desperation to save what he treasures most.

And then we have Paytai, who is fascinating in his own right. He knows what he means to Ramil, he sees the flinching we all see as he gets beaten. He sees Ramil being upset he returned early on the day he is punished. And most of all we know he dreams of being able to openly dote on Ramil, and tell him he cares to his face, while sleeping as equals in the bedroom.

But Ramil is too bound in this violent cycle with his father to hear such words. He doesn't understand the traditional language of love. And so Paytai puts on the collar, and puts the leash in his master's hand, to show Ramil what he cannot say to him. That it's ok that all he understands is the whip, because Paytai wants to be his whipping boy.

I don't know how this will end, but I do know that Khanin will need to experience a reckoning with his use of power. Also Rachata needs to die. I know some nice caves...

#the next prince #the next prince the series #i may be completely obsessed with ramil and paytai #but all of the relationships have so much to say about power

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ghostyypawzz · 4 hours ago

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Appreciation Post

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mystxmomo · 8 hours ago

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I'm also getting into Vhaeraun's lore. He's such a messy deity with nice texture! There's just so much in the older dnd lore books!

What's something about Vhaeraun that you think gets overlooked a lot?

Eugh. Had to sleep on this one because that other write up kicked my ass for a bit. But it gave me time to turn this over in my head.

YEAAAH I agree. I didn't realize just how much we had about him to go off of until I started really digging into him (and also the other elf gods, because there are some gods that have like. A cool concept but only a few paragraphs at most.) but he's a lot of fun.

I think I actually have three different things that I want to focus on (it won't be nearly as long as the last though, lmao) I have a Personal opinion, a "people don't think about the connotations of" tidbit, A Fun Lore Tidbit

Personal opinion, most sincere character read: To me he so clearly reads as a character that's actively burning the fuck out. Like. Not only one bad day from a nightmare of a paranoid meltdown, but that if Eilistraee and Mystra hadn't tag teamed him and taken him down during the failed assassination attempt, that would have been THE bad day braking point. I think in his attempt to do as much as he can for as many of his worshipers as he can, he's spread himself incredibly thin, and it shows in how he's logic-ing and reasoning. This guy is due to have a mental health crisis so bad that it blows up half the church in the blast radius and then he comes out of it feeling worse. Because why did he do all that.

I think he comes out of that nap 80% more normal and refreshed because he just spent a century+ recovering from millennia of burning the candle at both ends.

But also, I don't think the average Vhaeraunite is going to see that side of him, because even if he was aware of this he would bury that shit deep in his chest and never show it. (and to be clear: he's not. Aware of this. The Masked a Lord does not introspect on his health and wellbeing. He's a God it's HIS job to take care of his guys he can't let something like that get in the way)

Fun tidbit that people don't consider the implications of: This guy is still like. Technically A Fae God. I think that the way he does logic and reasoning is inherently a little inhumane (not in a callous way, but in a "even if this wasn't a divine, he still wouldn't be human.")

And I don't think this would count as "overlooked" because this is a "me and mine" belief, but I do want to take the chance to add my agenda again. I think he's a trickster god. I think he likes being a little mischievous. It's just in his nature to do rug pulls and cause problems on purpose, and I don't think it's a moral wrong for him to be doing so because that's just The Nature of WHAT he embodies. And I think that's a fun aspect to add to his character, because it so heavily contradicts and conflates with the position that he's found himself in and what he has to be doing to survive. In a different world, he gets to be the Loki of the elves. Y'know.

Lore implications:

So. Again not explicitly Canon persay, but something I find really interesting about Vhaeraun is that there's this like. Undercurrent implication that his stealth magic and abilities aren't a magic implicit to his being. Like. He didn't spawn into existence with the stealth abilities, they are a learned skill that he became especially proficient in and learned how to give out and teach.

I would argue that a lot of the things that he has that are implicit to him as a deity are things dealing with the mind and being. He can't be charmed even by creatures stronger than him, he gives magic that lets you steal and take advantage of an enemies soul, he can read people's minds even when they aren't devoted to him and does so very frequently, and he can sear images into people's minds. None of that feels implicit to the Stealth skill set.

And I think this is interesting because it adds to the larger narrative of what he is. The stealth abilities feel like the emotional equivalent of "My mother used to kick my ass so I learned to sneak out through the window instead." While the things involved around the mind feels like abilities implicit to who he is. He didn't learn how to not be charmed. He just Can't Be Charmed. He did learn to teleport though, and he does like doing it ... Makes him feel safe.

+ Quick bonus, because I was talking to a friend earlier in the night and they pointed something else out. The Vhaerath have absolutely fascinating implications and I want to talk about that since I have been considering it while I work.

So in one of the books, an Eilistraee worshiper corners a Vhaeraunite and is like. "Can't you see it? Ellaniath is located in Carceri! It is a prison. If you die he'll trap you. But Eilistraee can save you." And he basically spits in her face and tells her to fuck herself as he dies, right. Average religious 1v1 theological debate things.

However. A lot of the lore around the Vhaerath contradict that (Not in a "this is a massive lore oversight" way, but in a "this is explicitly an unreliable narrator, and I think the implication of both that and the truth of it is FASCINATING" I actually think don't hate Cavatina, I think she's kind of a fascinating logical extreme to what Elistraee's Dogma is. Like Of course there are priestesses of hers that act like this. People tend to do insane things when they think they're saving other people from damnation and I like when authors play into subversions of expectations.)

Vhaeraun being a character who's skill set includes stealing the souls of other people. Who turns a prison into a safe haven for himself and his followers, gives them their memories back in death, and then gives them ways to come and go from his plane as they please.... I really do think his explicit and long term interest for the drow is and has always been freeing them from his mother and the cycle of reincarnation and abuse she seems to keep them trapped in. And I don't think everyone asked to be saved, and I think this is a fate that would genuinely terrify a lot of people.

But I do think he has the best intentions. Y'know. Y'know....

#vhaeraun #raun #ended up longer than intended again #i read all that at the end and was like. huh. thats not a chaotic evil deity....#guy who will just keep talking. if you enable me.

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curiiositycabinet · 1 day ago

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Just finished demo 4, so here are more or less my thoughts on it:

(Spoilers below . obviously)

It was . Decent. I’ve got like positive but also mixed feelings about it . It’s a 6.5 out of 10 in my opinion

AND LOOK . I dont mean to be a negative nancy, I love love love block tales its literally one of the best things to come out of roblox . But I am cursed with being nitpicky and a critic

It definitely felt a lot less… lively, kind of? Demo 2 had the mini boss with bigfoot but then you got the mango tree out of it, demo 3 had that cool asf train ride before the manor and then the mindscape, etc. even demo 1 had a lot of substance to it

Demo 4 was . Really straightforward. It’s a bit surprising they made the village possible to completely ignore, because if memory serves me right it was meant to be like. Important? Shedletsky mentions to go in there and speak with the townsfolk, but that never really happens. Like . Wheres my fun dilly dallying sequence

The pirates were pretty funny, then we meet captain and calypso. The puzzles were actually guide nice and I genuinely did enjoy figuring them out (save for the last one lol💔)

Now . My main issue stems from not only the lack of like. Anything else to do or see in this chapter (it felt really, really short) but mostly from the ending.

It was. It was literally just Calypso’s and Captain’s ending, the player was just standing at the back scratching their ass while waiting for captain to keel over and drop the sword

I also just did not care for captain 😭 we didn’t know him long enough, and I feel really bad for saying him acting friendly and familial to us, calling us sharkbait and all, was sort of an attempt at making his character endearing so his death could be heavy hitting and makes us feel guilty for being so adamant on taking the sword

But I like. I didn’t have any reason to care for this character

Cold king is interesting as a character with all the conflicts and duty he has on his mind and how he eventually opens up to the player during the dreamscape, griefer has a fun personality and feels like a rival to us, noobador has his own thing going on with the macho thing and being protective of red and blue (cuties), kyoko feels like a buddy on our adventures what with being everywhere we are, etcetera

Captain was like. Hi i love my crew so much they are all very poor . Do you feel sad now that I’ve fallen into the bottomless lava lake after my crew was brutally killed offscreen

And the deaths of the crew didn’t hit as hard given we saw them having a mutiny at the start, which we then had to fight, and then they tried to kill us again after we solved a puzzle. When we see the crew dead, it was less “oh no these poor individuals” and more “ohhh thats probably not great for captain”

The captain previously decided that despite the fact we were literally here for the firebrand, which we said so, he was all “no you absolutely CANNOT have that firebrand” and is then surprised to see us walk over to get the sword standing right there anyway

We’re apparently meant to feel guilty over causing his death, since the swords are imbedded with evil wreck-yo-shit mind breaking powers, and his grief over his dead crew leads to him grabbing the sword and then fighting us. His fight was whatever

Then Calypso drop kicks him into the lava pool, then we fight the ancient, fight ends after calypso self heals 10 times in a row . She mourns Captain’s death, to which the player just sort of looks to her and then walks over to the sword because this is literally none of our business and we sort of leave her there

The ending felt more significant to Calypso and Captain more than anything significant to the player. We don’t really have a choice in anything that’d make us feel guilty, given we never actually HAD a choice in the first place. There’s no real consequence for your actions if you’re never able to take any anyway

It’s why I felt like, when going back to the guru, I thought the choice of “I feel guilty” felt incorrect . I don’t feel guilty. If anything it was Calypso who did the one-two on captain’s ass and banished him to the lava pit . Im just here for my sword and I would’ve gotten that damn firebrand even if these stupid pirates weren’t here

My point being . I did not care for Captain enough to feel affected by his death

Calypso is also so obviously Kyoko’s long lost sister lol . don’t get me wrong, I actually love this and can’t wait for a reunion, but it couldn’t be any more possibly on the nose after Calypso aired out her whole backstory to us despite apparently being a quiet and no-funny-business individual . Even the first syllable of their names both start with a firm “kuh” noise and they’re both mostly purple

From what I’ve seen and interpreted of Calypso, it feels like it just makes no sense for her to air out her entire past to a stranger she met not even a day ago? I don’t think I would’ve hated it as much if she seemed conflicted about telling you initially, maybe stopping herself short, before she admits it later on before the firebrand scenes

Before I sound like I hate demo four, I don’t, I genuinely did have fun. Loved the music, a lot of moments were really funny, and I even went back and helped out a few folks in different servers beat the final boss, and especially now that we FINALLY got closure to griefer and got him as a calling card. I especially love the fact he’s all plant-y now, and it’s actually pretty sweet of him to protect the player during battle as a sort of pay-back for helping save him.

(Although it did kind of suck that we don’t get to use griefer much if at all during demo 4, given Calypso will always use up a spot for a calling card)

It did feel like this demo went by really fast, not that I expected a big rpg expansion, but it did feel very straightforward and more like a transition to the next chapter than anything big

#block tales #demo 4 #block tales griefer #griefer blocktales #block tales calypso #calypso block tales #AGAIN this is all my opinion #if you really liked this demo more power to you #it just a bit felt lacking to me #curiios

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