#i. i did this instead of my assignments. yay!

[necromancy-savant]

Who remembers the time in my first year back at college at a new school when, in my first ever Linguistics class, my professor asked me to research alternative terms for "penis" on Urban Dictionary?

@memey-dreams

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Since Dream BBQ released I got an idea. Can you do Meanie!ENA x Shy!Fem! Reader where reader is from the human world and works as ENA's salespartner. You can also add teasing/limes if you'd like.

Yay! First Ena request since 2021 (I think lol)

I'll leave out the last part so this is completely sfw

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"You know, I'm still impressed that you could understand all these people. Are language barriers just...nonexistent here?"

"Barriers? What a silly prospect, dearest." Ena chuckled as she looked at the list of jobs you were both assigned to carry out. "Let's proceed onwards. Everything we do will bring us one step closer to--turning off that goddamn smoke and giving the Boss a piece of my mind!!"

"Wah!" You jumped back in fright as her "meanie" side started yelling out of the blue, crushing the paper in her grasp.

Having known her for so long, you should be used to this being a daily occurrence...yet somehow she never fails to startle you.

"Did you forget the mission?! This isn't a date!! Put those squishy eyes to work and start looking for that last pet...or baby..or..or whatever!!"

"...y-yes ma'am." Sighing, you tried to shake off your nerves and search for the final trail of blood, not wanting to get her any angrier.

You weren't sure how you winded up together, or how you even got thrown into this strange world in the first place, but Ena was the first to find you. She dragged you into her "business", where you also met Froggy and learned more about what they did.

While you didn't fully understand everything, you knew this much: you've been going around doing favors for people who, for some reason, despised Ena's species. Even if you didn't know what they were saying, their general attitude towards her implies that she did something really, really terrible...or they could be mistaking another Ena's actions for hers.

But you didn't know anything about her past, nor what her kind might've did except exist, though it was through your intervention alone that helped most clients to calm down.

Sometimes, it was difficult for you to speak up given your shy demeanor, which hasn't quite left your personality even now. Although with time it got easier, and Ena helped you come out of that shell more and more.

Of course, you made sure clients fully paid you both for your services--but instead of using cash like you expected, the popular currency here was apparently "chocolates". They were edible, although Ena advised you to hold onto them.

So this was pretty much your new life, and somewhere down the line she became your girlfriend. Her "Salesperson" side loved you dearly and made sure you didn't put yourself in any danger, often speaking on your behalf.

The only problem was getting along with her Meanie side to where her outbursts didn't scare you anymore, and perhaps...you could uncover that bit of softness hiding behind her rough exterior.

That became your mission, and you hoped to make at least a little bit of progress if you're going through all of this trouble to find the Genies and convince them to clear the smoke.

After finding the last pet and bringing it back to Shoryo, you received a handful of chocolates. It was then you realized you've lost track of Ena and searched around the land, eventually finding her near the bridge.

A ratlike person was seemingly guarding it, hoarding different things and looking very alarmed at her presence.

He began yelling in Italian, stomping around and flailing his arms about until suddenly--

He collapsed, fainting much like a goat would when startled. But he stopped moving entirely, and Ena just stared down at him.

"What the hell? I was gone for five minutes!" Mortified, you rushed over and kneeled down. "Sir, can you hear me? Are you-?"

"Don't even tell me you were gonna say "alright". What does it look like?!"

"We have to help him, Ena." Looking up, you saw Meanie's expression remain unchanged, and you sighed. "Please. I know the lost witch probably went over this bridge, but..it feels wrong to cross without his permission."

"....."

"Pretty please?"

"....ugh fine. Let me at him." With a huff, she urged you to move aside while she somehow magically revived the hoarder, who seldom thanked you both and apologized for his outburst.

The stresses of his work were creeping up on him, and apparently he was growing paranoid of the purple villager who stood on a nearby decrepit building, convinced they were scheming to take his "property".

So he tasked--or demanded, rather--that you covered their eyes with something.

Eventually, your aimless wandering led you to a small green alien who was trapped within a bubblegum vending machine with three legs. They were eager to sell you products, but after recognizing Ena, they seemed frightened and insisted they couldn't sell anything to her.

"Okay, now you're being ridiculous." You frowned. "You have something we want, and we're trying to-"

"Guys, guys! Wait!!"

Turning to your girlfriend, you could see Meanie's eyes growing wide--as though she was terrified of something. Her head was spinning, her limbs discombobulating.

It was unlike anything you've seen before. "Ena..?"

"I'M NOT DOING WHAT YOU SAY I'M DOING!!" She yelled out. "I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING AT ALL-!"

"Ena! Hey. Hey."

Feeling hands on her shoulders, she suddenly looked at you. Her eyes were still wide, but she had seemingly returned to reality as she calmed down. "[Y/n]?"

"Yeah, it's me." You reassured, moving to take her shaking hands into yours. "You're alright. I believe you."

"........"

Somehow, the vending machine alien was moved by your words, and allowed her to buy one thing and one thing only: mayonnaise that was apparently good for the eyes, but you both knew what to do with it.

Before setting off to complete the hoarder's request, you wandered around a bit to see if anybody else needed help.

But you kept thinking back to Ena's apparent panic attack and stopped for a moment, clearing your throat. "So...um-"

"You heard nothing."

"....did you even know what I was gonna-?"

"Don't back-sass me, sweetheart!" She spun around to face you angrily, fists shaking. "You wanna walk the road alone?!"

"No." You put your hands up in defense. "I'd....much rather walk it with you. Wherever it might lead us, I hope we can face it together."

Meanie blinked, surprised by your words. They sounded so sweet, so endearing...and it made a slight blush rise to that specific side of her face. "Ugh....y-you're lucky you're cute." She grumbled, handing you the paper. "Let's just go find that bug-eyed moron and be done with this."

"Alright." Nodding, you led the way, although occasionally you'd glance back at your girlfriend to see her geometric claws trying to cover up the blush--to no avail. You smiled sweetly, and she just stared at you, the burning sensation getting worse. "You know, you're not too bad, Meanie."

"What did you do to me? Why does my face feel like it's on fire??"

"It's called "being bashful", honey. Humans feel that sometimes, especially around the person they love." You winked.

She just mumbled something unintelligible, her hat hiding her eyes from you, but you both kept continuing forward.

'Huh, there's a way to crack through that exterior after all..'

[dellieghtful]

[XAVIER] LADS: Saying Things They Don't Mean

🍓A/N: Thanks so much for the likes & reposts! I was super happy to know you guys enjoyed my last work. So, for today I bring to you something new (just to test out the waters). This might be a little more on the angsty side so pls read with caution. This will be 2 parts, so each one gets their own happy ending.

Also! Yay for new covers?? I love how these all look so good together (்▿்) anyway, happy reading \\( •̀ω•́ )//

SYNOPSIS: After a bad day, you both end up in an argument and to say the least, some things are trully better off left unsaid.

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📍Character/s: Xavier

Tags: @animegamerfox

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Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus | Caleb

The mission itself had started off bad with you both arriving at the train station late, getting lost while on the way to the destination, basically everything from top to bottom was just a mess.

Not to mention, you and Xavier both ended up a little far off your actual course, battling wanderers of a higher grade than what you'd both were originally assigned to defeat and retrieve protocores from.

Here you were refilling ammo after ammo, these things were just a little tougher than they seem. To your left, you could see Xavier, fending off as much as he could with all his power. You and Xavier fought until the very last one crumbled to dust, leaving what's left of their own protocores.

"We did it," you started, heavily panting with your back bent with your hands resting on your knees. You definitely needed to catch a breather after fighting that much wanderers in a single day. Not to mention, those weren't even the ones you were intended to eliminate. "Why don't we camp up here for the night?" You suggested, carefully walking towards Xavier and reaching out to touch his arm. Even with all the exhaustion you felt, Xavier's touch and presence was enough to make things feel right again.

But before you could even touch the bare skin of his hand, Xavier pulled away from your touch. Without a thought in mind, you quickly reached out to pull him back close to you, as if the very thought of him walking away made your stomach churn and a feeling of discomfort started to crawl into your skin. Something wasn't right. "Xavier, are you okay?"

He was silent, hands clenching his sword as he only moves forward. Not bothering to look back at you or even speak to you. With no choice, you followed him at a close distance. "Xavier, what's wrong?" You asked again, walking a little closer to him. "Are you hurt? If you are, we have to stop. Here, let me take a look."

"Could you fucking stop?"

"Excuse me?"

"Our food supplies are running short, we're almost out of extra weapons, you're hurt, and worst of all we're lost and the first thing on your mind is to set up camp? How about figuring out why the hell we got lost in the first place?" Xavier finishes as he has you pinned against a large tree with both of his hands at your side, limiting your chances of escape. You were baffled with how he was acting at that moment, long gone was your sweet and soft-spoken partner, instead you were standing face-to-face with a man you could barely recognize.

"Oh, so you want to blame it on me? I'm sorry, I wasn't the one who woke up late in the first place. I wasn't the one who was too prideful to ask for directions. But, look, here we are now at the pit of it all. So, I suggest you get your facts straightened out and your act right". Glaring right back at him, not daring to back down.

Xavier could only scoff and give out a small bitter laugh at your reprimand. "You want me to act right? How about you become a more competent hunter that I actually can respect enough to listen to?".

You could just practically hear your heart stop and shatter at that point. Slowly, you could feel tears forming at the edges and corners of your eyes. You know Xavier was exhausted but what he said had hurt you.

Xavier, at that point knew he fucked up real bad. Quickly trying to put a band-aid solution on his recent outburst, reached out a hand to cup your cheek which was now streaming with silent tears.

Trying to call out your name, he used both hands to lift your face to meet him eye to eye. You did, for a while, before you ripped away his hands from you and pushed him away.

"Then maybe, we shouldn't be partners at all." You yelled, turning your back away from him and walking away before you decided to sprint. You just wanted to be far away from him, far away from the pain and sadness that enveloped you. You didn't deserve this at all yet, how could he say that to you?

Part 2 | coming soon . . .

[sincerestlove]

Girl Crush

hello hello hello! i am so sorry for the long break - but i'm so happy to be back! i hope you all are doing well. i have quite a few requests sitting in my drafts, so once i get through those, i am happy to reopen my inbox for requests, if you guys want. anyway, these 3 requests were quite similar to each other, so it just made sense to combine them into one fic. hope you enjoy!

Request: Hi! Can i request a reader x Regina George where the reader is super oblivious to Regina flirting and thinks she's just being really friendly and it's obvious to everyone but the reader how in love Regina is with her.

Request: can you do a regina george x reader fic where R is literally the only person in the school who isn’t afraid of regina in the slightest and just treats her like a normal person (bonus points if the reader is just an oblivious ball of sunshine)

Request: hiii :) i was wondering if you could maybe write a regina x reader fanfic where the reader is friends with karen since they share a class together. regina ends up developing a crush and u can finish the rest lol (maybe incorporate karen inviting the reader to sit with the plastics at lunch as she’s walking by without consulting with regina first?)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: None

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Math class dragged on, the teacher talking animatedly about something you couldn't bother paying attention to. Your class bestie, Karen, was seated beside you, taking notes diligently for a reason you couldn't fathom. It was quite endearing how she actually cared about her grades and education, despite the fact that she was a Plastic. Not that you thought of her, or any of the Plastics differently. After all, they were just normal people.

Pretty, rich, popular, normal people.

The bell rang after what felt like forever, signaling the end of class. You began packing up your things, when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You glanced over, to see Karen grinning at you brightly. "Hey, Y/N. You want to sit with me at lunch today?"

You blinked, momentarily stunned at her question. "You mean, like, at your table?"

Karen laughed loudly, her straight, pearly white teeth on display. "Yes, Y/N. Come on, it'll be fun! Please?" The brunette pouts, batting her long eyelashes at you pleadingly. She was so sweet, you would feel bad saying no. Plus, it wasn't like you really had anywhere else to be.

You groan, reluctantly agreeing, to which Karen squeals excitedly. "Yay, yay, yay!" She grabs your arm and loops it with hers as you toss your backpack over your shoulder, dragging you out into the hallway and into the massive rush of students. Karen expertly weaves you both through the crowd until the cafeteria is in sight.

As Karen tugs you toward the Plastics' table, your eyes land on Regina George, staring down at her phone - long, blonde hair fell across her strong, exposed shoulders, clad in a tight-fitting tank top and high-waisted jeans. Her nails were perfectly manicured, pretty golden rings adorning her fingers with a necklace to match.

God, how did she always look so pretty?

"Hi, Regina!" Karen plops herself down next to the blonde, as you slink into the bench across from her. Regina finally tears her eyes away from her phone and instantly land on you.

"Um. What are you doing?" She raises an eyebrow at you accusingly. You knew she didn't mean to be rude, just surprised that you were here, since usually you would skip lunch in the cafeteria and opt for the library instead, to complete homework assignments while you ate. It was quieter and less crowded, too. Not to mention the librarian loved you.

Sometimes Regina would even surprise you in the library, asking you to help her with her homework or claiming that she was bored and wanted someone to talk to.

You smile at her, placing your backpack down at your feet. "Hey, Regina. Karen invited me to sit here today."

Regina clenches her jaw, her eyes icy as she turns over to the brunette, who grins at Regina innocently. They exchanged glances, expressions filled with something that you couldn't quite decipher. You sat there in awkward silence as they glared at each other, Karen smiling teasingly at the blonde. "If you don't want me to sit here I can go-"

"No!" Regina speaks hurriedly, grabbing your hand as it reached for your backpack. You raised your brows at the unexpected contact, staring down at her hand wrapped around your wrist. She quickly released it, a light pink hue dusting her cheeks. "I mean, it's fine, you don't have to leave. Karen just didn't mention it to me, that's all."

You steal a glance at Karen, who simply smiled at you, as if she knew something you didn't. She began to talk to the pair of you excitedly about something - you couldn't really pay attention because you felt Regina's eyes burning holes in the side of your head. You could practically feel her eyes drag down your frame, taking in every little minute detail of your face. After a few minutes, Gretchen arrived at the table, pressing a kiss to Karen's cheek as she did so.

She greeted you kindly, already knowing you from the classes you shared together and how much Karen talked about you. The couple exchanged a knowing glance, before excusing themselves to the lunch line. Which left you alone at the table. With Regina.

"So, Regina," You turn to look at her, meeting her pretty hazel eyes that were already looking at you. She smiled at you teasingly, tilting her head as she awaited your question. "How's your day going?"

Regina rolled her eyes, leaning her chin on her hand as she leaned closer to you. "That's the best you got? Come on, I know a pretty girl like you can spark a more interesting conversation with me."

You laughed lightly at her joke, thinking nothing of the little compliment thrown in. "Well, we saw each other a few periods ago. And, I do actually want to know how your day is going."

The blonde huffed but caved, beginning to talk about her first half of the day, which consisted of complaining to her teachers, pretending to pay attention in class, and judging the fashion choices of her classmates. All normal Regina George behavior for a Tuesday.

You listened to her intently, watching the way she gestured with her hands and tossed her hair over her shoulder every so often. You were so attentive that you hadn't noticed Karen and Gretchen returning to the table, staring at the two of you with satisfied smirks.

"How about you, nerd? How has your morning been? Don't tell me Karen was bothering you again in class." Regina nudges your foot under the table, poking her tongue out at the brunette whose jaw was dropped incredulously.

"I do not bother her! She is my math class bestie, isn't that right, Y/N?"

You laugh along with the group, reassuring Karen that she was your class bestie, too. Regina excused herself from the table; you eyes follow her as she walks toward the lunch line, her hips swaying in those tight jeans. She glances over her shoulder, catching you staring, throwing you a wink and a smile. You felt your skin flush a little, clearing your throat and turning back to the other two girls.

They were already looking at you and smirking, again.

"What is up with you two today?"

"Who, us?" Gretchen places a hand over her heart dramatically. "What so ever do you mean, Y/N?"

You roll your eyes at the redhead, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "You know exactly what I mean. You two, with your little smirks and smiles. What are you two doing?"

Karen shrugs innocently. "Oh, nothing. Just observing, that's all."

You raise a brow at her. "Observing what?"

"Regina-"

Karen is interrupted by the blonde returning to the table, silently sliding a full tray of food across to you, as she sits down with her own. You look up at her in shock, your mouth slightly hanging open.

Regina looks around at the three of you as she takes a bite of her food. "What?"

The couple raise their hands in mock surrender, as you look at Regina with soft eyes. "Thanks, Regina. You didn't have to do this." The blonde shrugs, gesturing with her chin for you to eat.

"No biggie."

It was a biggie, a huge one, actually. Karen and Gretchen had never seen Regina be as nice to anyone like she was toward you. She would bring you your favorite coffee order in the mornings on her way to school, since you two shared first period, then walk you to your second. She kept a bag of your favorite snack in her locker in case you texted her, complaining about being hungry. Not to mention, she had a photo of your class schedule on her phone in case of emergencies. All unbeknownst to you, of course. To put it simply, the blonde had a massive crush on you. Meanwhile, you just thought she was being nice.

Karen and Gretchen both knew, though, of course, having heard Regina complain for months about how much she liked you, how you were her first ever girl crush, and she felt like she was going insane. You were way too oblivious to realize that she had literally been flirting with you, every time she saw you. She'd throw in compliments, brush against you, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sometimes even hold your hand as to "not lose you in the crowd". She really just wanted to find an excuse to touch you.

Regina felt like she was losing her mind waiting for you to notice. At this point, she would have to sit you down, look you square in the eyes and straight up tell you that she likes you. She was worried that even then, you'd think she was just being nice.

You, on the other hand, have had a crush on Regina since last year. The first time Karen introduced you to her, you were a goner. You decided to bury it though - you knew she could never reciprocate feelings for someone like you: reserved, quiet, shy. She was the total opposite, and you assumed she would want someone who was more like her.

Sure, she was extremely nice to you and sort of mean to everyone else, but that's just because you two were somewhat friends.

"Y/N? Hello?" You were snapped out of your thoughts by long fingers waggling in your face, Regina looking at you with furrowed brows. "You okay?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding and shooting her a weak smile. "Yeah, sorry, I'm fine. Was just thinking about something." You finished eating your lunch as the three girls chatted amongst themselves, Regina stealing glances at you occasionally. You smiled at her, more reassuringly this time, which eases her posture a little bit.

The bell rings much too soon this time, disappointed groans echoing throughout the room as students begin to file out and toward their next class. The four of you do the same, Regina taking your tray and returning it to the trash area before you could protest. Karen and Gretchen wiggle their eyebrows at you before hugging you goodbye, waving at Regina as she returned to the table with you.

"Let's go, I'll walk you to class." Regina took your hand in hers, lacing your fingers together and tugging you along. You just managed to grab your backpack as you stumbled behind her, shuffling to catch up with her long strides. As soon as she turned into the hallway, students parted like the red sea, making a clear path for the two of you to walk. You couldn't help but flush at the feeling of everyone's eyes on you, staring you down as you inched every so closer to Regina.

"Aren't you going to be late? It's fine, Gina, I can-"

The blonde stopped dead in her tracks. "What did you call me?"

You felt yourself pale, silently cursing yourself for the mistake. You hadn't meant to call her that out loud - you knew how angry she got when people called her outside of her name. You cringed, waiting for her to lash out at you, but it never came.

You stole a quick glance at the blonde, who was already looking at you with soft eyes. "I'm not mad, nerd. Just surprised. You've never called me that before."

You stammered, trying to find words. "Sorry, yeah, I just...I think it's a cute nickname for you."

The blonde smirked at your nervousness, once again tugging you along with her to your class. "It is a cute nickname. Just like you."

You feel yourself smile at the compliment - Regina was just so sweet to you. "Thanks, Gina."

The hallways were mostly clear now, aside from a few students scurrying to their classes at the last minute. Regina stopped walking again, turning to look at you with her brows scrunched together. "Does your brain work?"

You looked at her, dumbfounded. "I...what?"

She simply stared at you, crossing her arms over her chest. "Your brain. Does it work? Is it on?"

You were genuinely speechless, failing to find any words to respond. Regina rolled her eyes, tugging you into the empty locker room. She sat you down on the bench before sitting herself beside you, leaning toward you. "Seriously, Y/N, do you have a concussion or something?"

You laughed incredulously. "Regina, what are you talking about?"

The blonde groaned, exasperated. "I have been flirting with you for months, Y/N. Months! Yet, you walk around, la-di-da, as if I'm just being friendly. When have you ever seen me be nice to anyone?"

Your mouth drops open at her words, opening and closing like a fish out of water. "You...what?"

"Oh my god, Y/N, I like you, okay! I have a big, fat, lesbian crush on you. I have for months."

"No you don't."

Regina sputters out a laugh. "Y/N, you're joking, right? I literally just told you that I do."

You frown, looking down at your hands. "I...no. You can't like someone like me." Your voice grows small, nails beginning to pick at the hangnails.

"Hey," Regina scooted closer to you, cupping your face in her warm hand. She brushed her thumb over your cheek, bright eyes gazing into yours with conviction. "Don't talk down about yourself. Yeah, you might be a nerd, but that's part of the reason why I like you, Y/N. I like that we are opposites in a lot of ways. If I was with some bitch like me, I'd go nuts."

You laugh lightly at her words, leaning your weight into her touch. "Stop, you're not a bitch. And I like you too, Gina. I have for a long time, actually. I'm surprised Karen hasn't told you."

Regina laughs, using her other hand to grab your hip and tug you closer to her. "That girl can keep one hell of a secret. I think her little lunch invitation today was her way of telling me to go for it." Her hand tightens on your hip just barely, her eyes flicking across your face. "Would you slap me right now if I kissed you?"

You roll your eyes, resting your hands on her bare shoulders. "No, Gina. You can kiss me."

The blonde smiles and does just that. Her nose brushes against yours, warm breath fanning across your lips as she meets them with her own, softly, sweetly.

After a beat, you both pull away, resting your foreheads together and sharing a smile. "Can I take you out this weekend?"

You nod, brushing a strand of her soft blonde hair behind her ear. "Duh."

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i hope you enjoyed this one! my goal is to continue posting regularly, so please keep an eye out for more fics coming soon :)

[nayruwu]

full entire analysis of The Shinya Scene in chapter 83

... because in all my years of being here i've only ever talked about it in bits, but now that he's back and my demons have caught up to me i guess it's time to look at the whole thing combined.

and yes, i will be talking about guren. a lot. because whether you like it or not, guren is the main character, and shinya's role to an extent revolves around him. yes, i also wish we knew more about him outside of that, but it is what it is. i'll work with what i've got.

i actually recently saw someone who was wondering why people shipped gureshin, or why they believe shinya is in love with him - and since this chapter was my personal 'awh fuck i guess this is what i'll be constantly thinking about for the next 6+ years'-moment, perhaps when you see someone wondering the same, you can send them this.

let's start with the basics! in case you forgot it all starts off with shinya asking byakkomaru for more power to try and save guren.

yay for character exposition!

normal people's personality traits aside, shinya largely turned out the way he did because of childhood trauma. if your friends are constantly taken away from you, eventually, you're gonna stop caring about others. if emotions like sadness or fear of death will make you more vulnerable to attacks, you're gonna stop being afraid out of pure necessity. the training facility required shinya to care about no one but himself and go through there with an absolute calmness and rationality that protected him but also turned him into an empty unfeeling husk that doesn't really know why it's even alive.

also, lovely touch that it's just always raining inside his heart. i'm sensing he might have experienced sadness of some sort.

don't really appreciate the "yet you still hold burning desires" without any indication of what they might be, although you can guess looking at the following pages.

i'll talk about this topic some more a few pages down, but it's quite interesting how shinya believes reaching for impossible goals is meaningless, pretty much says 'no one cares that you tried if you don't succeed', while simultaneously admiring guren so much for never giving up.

"Though you never managed to make mahiru yours, you still feel nothing." shinya expressed some jealousy in catastrophe about having his government assigned fiancée constantly talking about another kid, but he seems to acknowledge that such a feeling is useless, and eventually drops it. which is also probably how he could talk about it so freely to guren instead of letting it fester and turn into bitterness.

"It is believing that way which fulfills your desires." he knows it's not the only way to think, but it acts as a sort of defence mechanism which spares him a lot of the pain people that experience emotions normally go through. i imagine it feels quite relieving, to be able to save yourself from it.

and oh! byakkomaru asks him a question about himself and shinya grins and tells him he doesn't need to ask these things, because he's his demon, he already knows everything about him! how interesting. let's call back to that later.

interesting comparison here. i think what it really comes down to in the end is passion.

to be quite frank, shinya's entire existence is downright miserable. he was entirely on his own for most of his life, having no one to depend on, being constantly reminded of his worthlessness and stuck in that horrible place he knows he can't get out of. but that's just it. he knows there's no way out, and he doesn't question it anymore. he's accepted it. he doesn't outwardly want or strive for anything. (although of course, byakkomaru needs to draw power from somewhere. so we can assume those other 'burning desires' are sitting somewhere very, very deep inside to the point where he can't even put them into words - considering that when asked about his biggest wish in the official fanbook, he can't think of anything, and instead chooses something that might make guren happy. whatever he wants himself is probably so impossible to him he wouldn't dare reach for, or even dream of it. if you can't get it, 'the effort is meaningless'.)

meanwhile guren, despite the general degradation of the ichinose clan, starts out with much more, a clan that supports him fully, a parent that loves him, devoted followers and a beautiful home - which is all violently ripped away from him one after the other. he suffers so so much within the story, and yet he never stops trying, never falls into that sad routine, never accepts defeat, always burning 'like the sun' in a way shinya can't. and because he knows he can't, never could, he tries to help. he bases his entire self worth on supporting someone he believes to be good.

i do appreciate a good Guren Roast. guren acts strictly on his feelings, which is confusing but incredibly endearing to shinya, who would be long dead if he'd acted the same. which i suppose is why he's looking at him like... that™. a little reminiscent of shinoa longingly staring at yuuichirou and thinking "teach me more", except shinya is a guy, so he's not allowed to blush about it.

he then very casually mentions that he hates idiots, so therefore he hates guren. note this down.

and here we have it. the fucking "person who is a stone cold rationalist but suddenly throws all logic out of the window when it comes to love" trope. in MY shounen manga. fucking wow. all that talk about shinya not feeling anything and only ever acting logically but when it comes to guren he starts contradicting himself. that's certainly not suspicious at all.

alright here we go fuck you fuck you fuck you.

i've yapped on an on about this page way too much, but just for completion's sake:

byakkomaru uses the word "恋" (koi). and i'm not japanese, i don't speak japanese, but my embarrassingly extensive research has concluded that as opposed to "愛" (ai), which is the stable, general and intentional feeling of love you hold for family members or your actual romantic partner, koi is an exclusively romantic term for when you've fallen in love with someone without meaning to, and whom you're not in a relationship with. or - oh dear! - "It can also have a meaning of longing for something or someone." sounds oddly familiar, maybe?

because what shinya actually responds here in the japanese original is "it's just 憧れ". and while this little fucker of a word can be translated to 'deep admiration' (which, of course, fits quite well), it can also be translated to 'longing' or 'yearning' - which is a word that has also been used to describe guren and mahiru's feelings for each other, in which case it has always been translated as longing. huh. funny that.

other than that, let's look at it in relation to what else has happened in this scene!

first off - "you're my demon, you know that!" byakkomaru doesn't need to make assumptions about him. he knows shinya better than anyone else, probably even shinya himself. knowing that, it seems more like he's trying to make shinya acknowledge it, perhaps to pull out more of that desire that he needs out of him, rather than an actual 'well MAYBE you're in love just saying. it's entirely irrelevant but it kinda popped into my mind right now'.

secondly, shortly before byakkomaru's statement, shinya does that cheerful intentionally-lying-through-his-teeth, stating that he hates guren because he hates idiots. which is obviously fucking bullshit, and everyone knows it. he knows it. byakkomaru knows it. guren knows it. hell, my fucking grandmother that i haven't seen since i was seven years old knows it.

but seriously - he spouts obvious lies in a sing-songy voice and laughs off everything byakkomaru throws at him. and we know smiling is shinya's way to deal with stress. (it's quite obvious, but was also explicitly mentioned in catastrophe). acknowledging something like this outright, that you might be in love with your best friend who's also your ex-fiancée's ex boyfriend, that'd be incredibly stressful, perhaps even scary, wouldn't it? especially for someone like him who we just established has survived by not growing attached to people and locking away all strong feelings for most of their life. who's to say that his "it's just 憧れ" isn't also just a lie meant to avoid a direct confronation about his own feelings that is obvious to byakkomaru but not to the reader?

once again we're talking about guren's passion and the fact that shinya really, really wants to help him. awesome.

what's also interesting to note is the part where he says "i completely understand why mahiru chose him over me". something similar is said multiple times in catastrophe, where he goes on about finally understanding what mahiru sees in him and why she loves him. could be 'girls love this guy that's so much better than me i wish i could be like him'. could also be kagami trying to sneak "SHINYA'S FEELINGS FOR GUREN = MAHIRU'S FEELINGS FOR GUREN" past censorship. who knows. not me. i'm just cleaning personell. anyone seen the broom closet?

"Do you intend to die here?" - "Good question." Thank you Shinya very cool.

he really just doesn't give a shit does he. insert another paragraph about how he doesn't have anything to wish for or look forward to. guren come get your passively suicidal emotional support animal.

the statement of never having had a reason to live despite him outright telling guren that his life had meaning because he got to meet him implies that this realisation only came as he was dying. he had to die to be able to see any meaning to life. which is really fucking sad if you ask me, but it lines up with his development in the novels - as soon as you accept weakness you accept that it will kill you. as soon as it all makes sense, it's over. can't have shit in owari no seraph.

despite everything, shinya hates losing to guren. this is something that's always been difficult for me to understand because i can't relate at all and it just seemed kind of childish, but we can actually explain it pretty easily by looking at the circumstances of his upbringing once again. shinya grew up in an environment where not being the smartest, fastest and most talented, where losing meant immediate death. if he's the best, he gets to survive. if there's someone better than him, he'll be disposed of. of course someone close to him that's a better person, is easily loved by so many different people (especially mahiru, who from shinya's point of view was the only reason he was even allowed to exist), can feel like a threat. it's what makes his characterisation so fun to me, because if i just look closely enough, i can explain most of what he does and says. i am nowhere near as good at understand whatever is going on in guren's mind.

aaand this actually concludes my little essay! thank you very much for coming everyone. it was a blast. feel free to leave some marzipan in the tip jar by the door. toodles!

anyway. do i think shinya is in love with guren? yes. i don't think any author would put this much thought into something that in the end is just there for shits and giggles. there's the drama cd too, where shinya uses a phrase that is commonly used in writing to subtly confess to another person (i actually only recently realised it was used in The Stranger by the Shore as well, which is straight up queer literature). his fanbook entry states that he is not interested in women. he can neither sit nor stand up fucking straight. there are so, so many hints if you just look for them. now, do i think it will lead anywhere? although i wish it would, nope. everything that nods to romantic feelings is from shinya's side exclusively, and he's far from the only one that fell for guren. but what i am certain of is that he is meant to be read this way.

my personal interpretation of him and his feelings in general is that he is aware of them, and although initially it might have been terrifying, he eventually came to accept it as Just The Way It Is. i don't view it as unrequited love in the "senpai will never love me back😭💔" way, because i don't think in this universe he'd ever allow himself to even consider the thought of his feelings being reciprocated (and in the end he is loved back, just differently), but perhaps they're an assurance that deep down he is still human and able to feel like everyone else. of course it's natural that you'd want to be loved back, so we can put that on the "and yet you still hold burning desires" shelf. but well, this isn't based on facts, it's just what i personally find the most endearing to think about!

[sundarksposts]

'Closure'

Author's note:

hello! this is a part ii of 'what a fool'

i would like to clarify, i'm used to writing angst so probably most of my stories are gonna be angst and underlining that this is just a story! also, for a reference go watch Sidemen video 'Do all the Sidemen think the same' Heated edition.

content warnings: angst, swearing and fluff!

i'm sorry if there are some mistakes because English is not my first language. Please do not copy my story to other platform. I worked so hard on this.

Credits for pinterest for the pictures.

btw, enjoy!

Read part 1 here

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It’s been three months since the great tragedy in Greece, and Y/N was still having a hard time going to work. Seeing Harry at every shoot and trying to avoid him was pure hell for her.

James, your best friend and the only person who knew about what had happened, helped you during shoots. Well, at least for a month.

Josh had picked up on your behavior going home quickly after shoots, avoiding being in the same room as the boys since Harry would be there, and skipping pub hangouts. Before Greece, you were always up for a night out with them.

Noticing the change, Josh asked Y/N for a one-on-one meeting. You finally told him what had happened in Greece. He understood and assured you that he wouldn’t tell anyone. Instead, he offered to personally organize your work schedule.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, you sobbed, thankful for him because that meant you could still keep your job.

And of course, Tobi noticed your bloodshot eyes during one of the shoots and asked James about you. However, since James was terrible at lying and because he trusted Tobi the most out of all the boys he ended up telling him the truth.

Y/N was mad at James for a little while but eventually understood his reasoning. In the end, she decided to tell Tobi everything herself. He listened to her story and gave her some great advice.

Harry on the other hand was acting nonchalant whenever Y/N was on the set. He tried to talked to her once but when he had the time, she was already gone. Harry didn't want to approached James as he was scared James was gonna yelled at him.

Y/N trusted Tobi and Josh. They had made things easier for her especially during the Cheap vs Expensive shoots. Josh arranged for her to be the camerawoman for the other team, keeping her away from Harry.

She was so grateful to them.

Well, until today.

Y/N was on set, prepping for the final MoreSidemen shoot. It had been a long day, especially since Simon had planned six videos to be filmed in one day. While the boys were in the break room, the production crew was busy setting up.

You, Kon, and James were discussing camera placement for the last video of the day and who would be operating which camera. In the end, you and James were assigned to the main camera.

You sighed as James gave you an apologetic look.

“You good?” he asked as you tied your hair into a messy bun. You nodded, trying not to let your emotions show. Operating the main camera meant you’d have to look at Harry.

“It’s just been a long day. I hope this last video runs smoothly,” you said, hoping for the best.

James studied your face. Ever since Greece, he could sense a change in you like you were more guarded. He didn’t like it. He wished he could do something to help.

But he couldn’t.

“Are we ready to start?” Simon asked.

Both you and James nodded in response.

“Yes, boss. Everything is ready. We can start now,” you replied.

Simon went to gather the boys. As they passed by, you tried to look busy, helping James adjust the camera. But little did you know, a certain blonde boy had been stealing glances at you the whole time.

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“Welcome back to Sidemen: Agree or Disagree!” Vik announced.

Harry and Ethan cheered, yelling, “Yay!” as the rest of the boys clapped.

“Alright, first question, please! Let’s get right to it,” Vik said, turning to Fin to read it out loud.

“People should be required to pass a parenting test before having kids,” Fin read aloud.

Immediately, the boys began discussing and arguing, splitting into agree and disagree sides.

You and James giggled quietly, amused that they were already so fired up over just the first statement.

Y/N noticed that Harry, JJ, Tobi, and Vik sided with agree, while Ethan, Josh, and Simon leaned toward disagree. You tried not to be judgmental, respecting both perspectives though, deep down, you found yourself siding with Ethan, Josh, and Simon just a little bit.

After the boys settled their argument, Fin read the next statement.

“I could survive in the wild for a month,” he announced.

“Can we get, uh—can’t we get, uh—what’s… what’s the wild?” Simon asked.

You instinctively zoomed in on him with the camera.

Fin clarified, “A forest in the United Kingdom, with no civilization for about eight miles.”

With that, he began the countdown, and the boys scattered between Agree and Disagree.

Josh and Harry confidently stood in Agree, while JJ, Tobi, Simon, Ethan, and Vik went to Disagree.

The discussion quickly turned into a debate, with the usual back-and-forth. Then, out of nowhere, Vik switched to Agree.

“Absolutely not!” Simon exclaimed, pointing at Vik in disbelief.

Tobi and Ethan immediately chimed in, fueling the argument further.

Watching the chaos unfold, you and James couldn’t help but laugh. You remembered so clearly the Sidemen Camping video. It was pure hell.

You also remembered how attractive Harry looked that day the way he was completely unbothered by the rain, effortlessly chopping wood with an axe. And then, as if the universe was testing you, he suddenly took off his t-shirt, going completely topless because it was soaked through.

Oh, you had definitely rewatched the edits on TikTok more times than you’d admit—secretly agreeing with most of the fangirls.

As the boys argued, Harry kept stealing glances in your direction. James noticed but decided to brush it off after all, both of you were operating the main camera. 'He’s probably just looking at the camera' James thought.

Meanwhile, Harry defended his stance, explaining exactly how he would survive in the wild. Midway through, he shifted from Slightly Agree to Agree, prompting the boys to reset their positions once again.

“It is acceptable to sleep with work colleagues,” Fin stated the next query, making your eyes go wide. Who the fuck came up with these questions? You hid your face behind the camera, feeling James beside you, just as shocked. Noticing your tension, James saw your jaw clench.

“What do you mean?” Josh asked Fin.

“Have sexual intercourse with people you work with,” he replied.

You glanced at Harry, who was looking down, avoiding your gaze, while Tobi crossed his arms, trying to hide his emotions. You hated being in this situation, yet you couldn’t run away you had to remain professional.

The seven Sidemen began taking their positions between Agree and Disagree as your gaze followed Harry. He was still looking at the floor, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes especially yours until he finally glanced up and saw you across the room. After a brief hesitation, he walked over to Agree, joining Simon and Josh, who stood at 'Definitely Agree.' Meanwhile, Ethan, Vik, and JJ positioned themselves at Disagree, while Tobi slowly made his way toward Agree.

You and James glanced at each other, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

“I really want to stay in the middle, man,” Ethan said to Josh and Simon.

“What do you mean, disagree? I mean, if your work allows it,” Simon argued.“Actually, yeah…” JJ muttered, starting to walk over to Agree, while Ethan remained hesitant.

“If the work allows it,” Simon repeated, but Ethan still looked uncertain.

“You know what, actually it depends on the company. If you’re working at a massive bank” Harry chimed in, glancing at you.

You caught his gaze but quickly looked away, trying to avoid his stare. As the boys’ debate grew more intense, you felt suffocated, struggling to hold back your tears.

“I’m going to the toilet,” you whispered to James, who only nodded, watching as you quietly slipped away, not wanting to make a scene.

While the boys were still arguing about the prompt, Harry noticed your figure slipping away. A wave of frustration hit him frustration at himself. Why couldn’t he just tell you the truth? That he did remember that night in Greece. The talking, the holding hands, the dancing and the kiss.

It was the night he finally got the girl he had a crush on.

As they watched you leave, Josh and Tobi exchanged a knowing look. They both understood why you had left after all, they had discussed the situation privately. Josh sighed, while Tobi shrugged sadly.

Harry, oblivious to their silent exchange, suddenly found the courage to go after you.

“C-Can we cut for a minute?” he asked Fin and the boys.

“Yeah.”

“Sure, mate,” they all responded, allowing him to leave.

Without hesitation, he took off after you.

Josh and Tobi were surprised by the youngest Sideman’s sudden action, yet they couldn’t help but feel proud. 'At least he’s finally going to talk to her' Josh thought.

James, also caught off guard, felt a sense of relief.

They needed closure.

Y/N leaned against the sink, trying to compose herself. You put your hands on your face and started to cry, feeling suffocated as your chest tightened until you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Go away, James,” you sniffled, your hands still covering your face.

“Actually, it’s me,” Harry said softly. His presence surprised you, leaving you unsure whether to let him in or not.

“I’m not going anywhere until you open the door,” he added, as if reading your mind. You sighed.

Y/N opened the bathroom door, allowing Harry to step inside as you grabbed a tissue.

“What do you want, Harry?” you asked, avoiding his eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him not in this state.

Harry gazed at you, guilt written all over his face. He knew he was the reason you felt this way.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Great! Never felt better,” you replied, rolling your eyes before finally meeting his gaze.

His tired expression and the guilt in his eyes were undeniable. Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked.

‘Why does he have to be this beautiful?’ you thought, but you quickly shook your head, trying to push those thoughts away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I do remember that night. B-but I—I was scared. I was scared of losing you as a friend, a-and I don’t know…” he trailed off as you waited for his next words.

“I feel like you’re this gorgeous girl, and I don’t deserve you. A-and I feel intimidated by your relationship with James as well. That night, I remember everything. I remember your laugh, your warm hugs, your smile, your touch, and your kiss. I’m just a-a coward,” he admitted.

“I am so, so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, reaching for your hands. You didn’t pull away, which, for Harry, was a small relief.

“Why didn’t you say anything before, Harry? Why now?” you asked quietly.

The blonde boy shrugged. “At first, I thought it would be weird because we work together and I’m technically your boss,” he replied.

You let out a small chuckle at his statement.

“But after coming back to London, going back to work, and seeing you again it just made it harder to ignore my feelings for you,” he admitted.

Your heart thumped. Did he just confess his feelings? you thought.

“Yes, I just confessed my feelings for you,” he said with a smile, stepping closer to you.

“Stop reading my mind, boss,” you giggled, not stopping him from closing the distance between you.

“I forgive you,” you continued, “but it’s going to take some time for me to fully let you in. And you have a lot of dates to convince me.”

Harry grinned. “Okay. Dinner tonight?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes.” Then, without thinking, you pulled him into a hug.

“Lots of dinners,” you giggled against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"I’m sorry I was a jerk,” he murmured, resting his head on top of yours.

You nodded and looked up at him. “A cute jerk, though,” you teased.

He chuckled, his gaze soft as he wiped the lingering tears from your cheeks. Slowly, he leaned in.

Your heart raced as you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his those soft lips you had missed so much.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you grinned.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. They’re probably looking for you, boss,” you said, pulling him along.

“Yeah, let’s go. By the way, it smells in here, did you poop before I came in?” he joked.

You gasped and slapped his arm. “I did not!” you exclaimed.

He laughed as the two of you walked out together, hand in hand.

As the two of you stepped out, you froze. Standing not too far from the exit were all the Sidemen boys, James, Kon, and John.

You and Harry exchanged a glance before looking back at them.

Suddenly, they all started clapping, while JJ stood there, completely confused.

“Finally!” Josh, Simon, Tobi, and Ethan exclaimed in unison.

“Did you guys make up?” James asked hopefully.

“Did I miss something?” JJ asked, still confused.

Both of you laughed at their reactions before nodding at James, who immediately pulled you both into a hug.

“Thank God!” he exclaimed before letting go.

“I couldn’t stand watching you two any longer,” Ethan chimed in. “One of you had the ‘I want to murder you’ look, and the other had the ‘I love you, please forgive me’ look.”

Everyone chuckled at his comment.

"We’re good now, guys. Josh, you don’t have to schedule me separately anymore,” you said.

Harry gasped. “Wait, is that why I never saw you on my team?”

You nodded, giggling, while Josh raised his hands in surrender. “I neither confirm nor deny,” he replied, not wanting to argue with the youngest Sideman.

“Oi! Who else knew?” Harry asked, turning to Josh, who was already walking back to the set to finish the video.

“I knew, Bog. She told me,” Tobi chuckled, grabbing Harry by the shoulder and ruffling his hair.

Simon and Ethan’s eyes went wide as they gasped in unison.

“Why didn’t anyone tell us?” they both exclaimed.

You shrugged. “Simon, because you weren’t observant enough. And Ethan, because you were too close to Harry.”

Both of them mumbled, “Fair.”

With that, all of you headed back to the set. As you walked, Harry grabbed your hand and smiled at you, and you smiled back.

“Let’s finish this video, okay? I’m starving,” he said.

You nodded as he let go and returned to his position, ready to wrap things up.

Okay, are we ready? Next statement,” Finn said as the boys took their positions.

Across the room, Harry looked at you and smiled. You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief, you finally had the closure you needed.

After all, that was all either of you ever needed.

-fin-

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Author's note:

Thank you so much for reading these fics guys! I would like to thanked @sdmnpact for encouraging me to write again and I did said it was going to be 3 parts but I thought, 2 parts are okay.

And I did gave you the happy ending and I think it is well deserve.

I will write more Harry fics and probably gonna start about George as well but stay tune!

[pericardium-and-glass]

would you pleaaaase drop the lore for those re ocs. looks at you with big pleading eyes

YIPPEE! Thank you for asking about my RE OCs 🥺 As with all of my fandom OCs, I am playing with canon like clay (There's a lot of head canons + making things up as I go) so please view this as an AU :)

Here’s Handler Dayus (he/him) and NE-a H-01 (it/its). They commit atrocities together on behalf of Umbrella :) I've made a tag for these two: Photo of a Stranger AU || RE OCs

Just a heads up, it’s not a happy story. Long post below!

NE-a H-01 [Nemesis Alpha Parasite, Human-Host Second Unit], code name Deerstalker(<- Might change that). Competent in any stealth based missions and capable of being adaptive on the field. It cannot vocalise (not completely true 😉) but it knows three sign-languages (American, French, British). It’s technically not a Tyrant because it’s not infected with the T-virus.

NE-a H-01 used to be a human, who was a scientist at Europe Lab 6 (aka, the Nemesis Project, Luis Serra etc). Deerstalker was not a project approved by Dr Herman Frankl, but instead, was a put together to cover up a Lab 6 scientist's misuse of the NE-a parasite as an extreme case of professional-turned-personal rivalry. H-01 survived, so they put it to use. The scientist who caused this incident, along with the Deerstalker project, have been removed from EL6 and transferred to the American Labs. 

Dayus had a background in biochemical engineering. But unfortunate circumstances in life eventually had him joining the UBCS instead. Excellent performance and an outwardly remorseless personality saw him handpicked to work as a Tyrant field handler, where he was assigned NE-a H-01 as a BOW to work with. 

He did not know about the details of its creation, thinking it was just another lab grown BOW. That was until he was given a photograph, and everything spiralled from there <- I might make a comic for this. The photograph in question.

So Yay! Both of these poor meow meows are constantly going through The Horror. Lore is subjected to change, I’m always adjusting stuff. And there’s a lot of complicated emotional nuances + detailed lore that I can’t fit in this post, but hopefully I will sprinkle it into any doodles I make of these two. 

(Tbh... I made these OCs cause I wanna make my own human x Tyrant ship so yeah 😳 👉👈)

Thank you for reading this long post! Have a nice day :) 

[lightdancingwords]

Crossroads of the Heart - Part One of ?

Pairings: CJ Braxton x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: Y/N is a psychology major assigned to shadow CJ at The Stand, unaware he's the one who basically saved her life four years before. CJ is unaware that she's the one who left a notable impact on him over the phone four years ago. As they navigate the work at The Stand, they develop a spark that demands revelation and connection.

Word Count: 3,145

Tags/Warnings: Angst (so much angst), depression, mentions self-unaliving (sorry!), passing of parent

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! Evidently my muse won't shut up, so here we go! A new story in a new setting! I hope you all enjoy!

Note: The poem is obviously from Taylor Swift's "Snow On The Beach"! I do not claim it, only used it for the sake of the story! In fact, it inspired a bit of this series!

Dividers: credit to @saradika-graphics

Chapter One: Four Years Ago

“The Stand, teen helpline, how can I help you tonight?” CJ said automatically as soon as he picked up the phone ringing by his desk.

Y/N hesitated. Did she actually dare to speak? Did she dare to try and get help? The silence stretched out, and she wasn’t sure how to begin.

“I—I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” she finally said.

“It's okay,” CJ said. “Let’s take a breath. Why did you call?” The soft tone was comforting.

Y/N closed her eyes tight, trying to articulate her messed up feelings. She sniffed and wiped away a tear. “Um… l-last year, my mom died. And today was…” She couldn’t even say it.

“The anniversary?” CJ said gently, having a suspicion of what she was driving at.

“Yeah,” she whispered into the phone. “It’s also my birthday.” The tears began to spill unhindered. “Yay… happy birthday, right?”

“Birthdays can be tough,” CJ said empathetically. “Especially if it reminds you of a loss. Do you have any plans for the day, maybe distract yourself?”

“N-not really,” she admitted.

“It’s okay. Sometimes the best distraction is just talking to someone. You’re not alone—you’ve got me,” CJ said, giving a small smile, even though he knew she couldn’t see it.

“No offense, but you’re paid to do this,” she replied. “Doesn’t quite make it altruistic of you.”

“True, I am paid to listen,” CJ said, “But it still doesn't mean I’m just going to be going through the motions. And I’m sure I’m not the only one at The Stand who actually cares about a little more than a paycheck.”

Y/N winced. He was trying to be nice and she just kept wrecking it. She sniffed again and whispered, “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” CJ said, still talking in a soft and soothing tone. “I won’t try to guilt you for feeling the things you do, and I’m not going to expect you to be over your mother’s death immediately.”

“You’d be the first then,” she said bitterly. “My father already remarried.”

CJ could tell she’s holding back some bitter feelings. “I'm assuming he did it quite quickly?” CJ sighed.

“Yeah, pretty much.” She sniffed, wished she could stop crying. “Tried to get me to come to the wedding and I didn’t want to. Instead of talking to me, he… he threatened my college fund. Because god forbid Henry L/N actually bother to talk to his daughter. Or grieve with her. Or even just… or even wish me a happy birthday.”

CJ couldn’t help but to feel a little bit of anger towards her father for how he behaved towards her. “Sounds like he's a real piece of work,” CJ said. “No wonder he had to go and remarry immediately. He probably can't deal with being alone.”

That actually got a chuckle out of her. “God, no. He’s absolutely helpless when it takes to taking care of anything.”

“Let me guess,” CJ said, giving a small chuckle as well. “Your mom did all the housework, cooking, grocery shopping, and general upkeep.”

“She even fixed the cars,” she said, and there was a tinge of awe and respect for her late mother.

“It sounds like your mom was quite the woman,” CJ said, “I’m sorry for your loss, and the... unfortunate change in your relationship with your father. That can make things complicated.”

“It… it wouldn’t be so bad if my father just pretended to care. He doesn’t even do that.” She let out a long sigh. “He wants me to study business so I can excel and all that crap.”

“Sounds like he’s just planning his next inheritance,” CJ said, “What about you? What do you want to study?”

Rachel was silent for a moment. “Um. This is going to sound dumb.” She cleared her throat. “I want to be a writer.”

“A writer? I think that sounds great!" CJ said quickly, giving an encouraging little laugh. “Don’t let your dad convince you to do something that's just going to make him look good. You should be able to decide what path is best for you, not just something that makes your parent proud of you.”

“I don’t even know I’m any good,” she said, protesting weakly.

“Well the only way to find out is to try,” CJ said with a soft smile, “Are you currently trying to pursue writing? Or is your dad pressuring you not to?”

She hesitated again. “I…” She bit her lip. “You know the college newspaper? The Explorer?”

“Yeah?” CJ said, recognizing the name of the student-run local newspaper. “What about it?”

“They’re having a contest.” She picked at a piece of lint on her blanket. “I… didn’t tell my father but I sent in a submission for a poem. I find out tomorrow if I win.”

“Well,” CJ said with a soft smile, not wanting to get her hopes up just in case. “I hope you win. It sounds like he’s not been very supportive of your writing—did he just tell you not to pursue it at all?”

“Basically, he said I should live with my feet on the ground and not in the clouds,” she said with a scoff.

“Well, I think he’s wrong,” CJ said quickly. “You should be able to chase your dreams, and if he doesn’t support you, I’m sure there’s tons of other people out there who would love to take his place. I bet you’re a wonderful writer, and I wouldn’t be shocked if you win.”

“You don’t even know what I wrote,” she argued half-heatedly. “How could you be so sure of that?”

“Well, I just have a hunch,” CJ said. “You’re articulate, and I’m sure your poem is full of emotion. Do you mind telling me what your poem is about?”

“It’s about what seems to be impossible, like snow on the beach. Seeing something so special and rare and incredible,” she said timidly, feeling a bit embarrassed to tell him about it.

CJ was intrigued by this, and he could appreciate the poetic quality. “That sounds like an amazing subject,” he encouraged. “When did you write this poem? I’m sure you’ve worked hard on it.”

“It was something I worked on for the last few months,” she admitted. “I kept trying it over and over. I sent in the final draft just hours shy of the deadline. I just wanted it to be perfect.”

“Well, I think your hard work shows,” CJ said. “I just have this gut feeling that it’ll be good enough—and even if it’s not, you can always just keep improving. You know what they say: Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

She chuckled. “I could easily counter that supposedly God built the world in six days. But I get your point.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure about how long it took for the world to be built,” CJ said, amused at her remark. “But what I meant was, you can’t create something amazing instantly—you have to just keep working on it. And from the way you’ve described this poem, it seems like you’ve put your heart and soul into making it.”

“I did,” she said softly. “My mom was the dreamer. She was an amazing artist. Actually duplicated the look of the stag from Bambi. And she did it from memory.”

“That sounds like quite the talent,” CJ said, impressed. “Did you ever take after her? Do you do any art?”

“I can do Hangman stick people really well,” she said by way of answer.

CJ gave a little chuckle in response to her answer. “So what are your plans for tomorrow?” CJ asked. “I assume you’ll be checking to see if you won the contest?”

“Definitely that,” she said. “They announce the winners in the morning edition so I may just be up with the birds at why-six-o-clock and run to the nearest newsstand.”

CJ chuckled at her description. “Just hearing you say that makes me think even more that you’re going to do really well. What are you going to do if you do win?”

“Um, you mean besides faint?” she asked.

CJ gave a small laugh. “That’s one way to react, I guess,” he said. “If you were to win, would you consider continuing to pursue writing and submitting other works for contests in the future?”

Evidently that never occurred to her. “I… I don’t know. I didn’t even think that far.”

CJ gave a soft smile. “Well, I think it’d be great if you did,’ he said. “Whether it’s writing poetry, essays, short stories—whatever takes your fancy, I think you should consider submitting for more contests. I bet you’d do really well.”

She smiled faintly. “Maybe.” She paused, then said, “I guess I just didn’t think beyond just making it past today.”

CJ seemed to take notice of the hint of sadness in her voice. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I know being stuck in the present is something a lot of people go through—it’s easy to fall into the mindset of just surviving every day.”

“It’s… it’s been really hard.” Did she dare tell him? Should she? It would change everything for her, even as far as her whole life.

CJ could tell that there’s more going on here, but given that it was her decision, he was not going to force her to tell him anything just yet. “Can I ask you a quick question?”

“Um. Sure.”

“Does anyone else know about this poem you sent it?” CJ asked.

“No… just you,” she admitted.

“Can I make a request?” he said.

Rachel blinked. “Sure… I guess.”

“Since it seems like you care a lot about this poem…” he started to say. “Would you mind reading it to me?”

That surprised her. “You want to hear the poem?”

“If that’s okay with you,” CJ said. “I’d love to hear the poem you've been working on.”

After a long moment of astonishment, some rustling of papers could be heard. Then she took deep breath.

“One night, a few moons ago I saw flecks of what could’ve been lights But it might have been you Passing by unbeknownst to me Life is emotionally abusive And time can’t stop me quite like you did And it’s like snow at the beach Weird but fuckin’ beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me tonight feels impossible But it’s coming down, no sound, it’s all around I searched the aurora borealis green I’ve never seen someone lit from within Burning out my periphery It’s fine to take it until you make it Til you do, til it’s true”

CJ was completely immersed in the poem. It’s not his usual fare—usually the poems he heard from the helpline were full of hopeless feelings and misery, nothing like the more optimistic tone of this one. It’s almost like it was meant to be read out loud—it had the perfect rhythm and flow.

“Wow…” he finally said, his soft smile growing wider. “That was incredible.”

Rachel found herself blushing, glad he can’t see her through the phone. “Thank you,” she said shyly.

“Honestly,” CJ said earnestly. “If you do win, I hope you stick with writing poetry. It makes me happy that there are still some people out there who want to try and see the world through a brighter perspective.” He paused. “Is it really okay if I ask another question?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said in regards to the first part, about continuing poetry. “And um, sure, ask.”

“Are you open to my honest opinion on the poem?”

She hesitated, then went for it. “Yes.”

“Well...” CJ took a deep breath, hesitating on how he should phrase what he wanted to say. “I know you said you were trying to get it right, but I just wanted to let you know—I think that it’s perfect already. It doesn’t need to be edited or made better—it’s already flawless.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I… wow. That… that was really nice of you.”

“It's honest,” he said. “And I just think that you should know that.”

She smiled shakily, then glanced down at her lap. “Can… can I tell you something?”

CJ’s smile widens, giving an encouraging nod. “Of course, I’m all ears.”

She cleared her throat, deciding to be fully honest. “I… I didn’t know what was going to happen w-when I called The Stand. I was… just in a bad spot and scaring myself.”

CJ didn’t let on the fact that he could’ve guessed that, considering the state she was in when she first started talking to him. “Well, I’m glad you called—even if you didn’t know it was going to help you. But are you still in that bad spot? You said you were frightening yourself—what do you mean by that?”

There was a long, quiet pause. “I… I was thinking of… of ending it.”

CJ can’t help but feel concerned and a little shocked when he heard that. “You were considering...” He trails off, not being able to say it.

She sniffed and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah…. I even… I even got a bottle of… something.”

His body tensed a bit when she said that. “Can I be honest with you?”

“…yeah,” she answered softly. Hesitant as to what he would say.

He took deep breath. “That really terrifies me. I don’t want that to be a path that you go down, because that’s the path where the light gets shut off forever—and it sounds like you have so much light left to show the world. What made you think about ending it?”

The tears came at once, flooding her vision. “I was just…” Her voice shook, thick with emotion. “I was just so tired of hurting. I’m all alone here at the college and… it just feels dark.”

CJ was heartbroken to heard her like this. He knew that there were probably many more students like this out there—lost, sad, and alone. He’s experienced plenty of dark days himself, though never quite to this point.

“I know the feeling," he said solemnly. “I know the feeling when it feels like it’s just going to hurt forever, and when it seems like the walls are closing in around you.”

“That’s why I called,” she whispered over the phone. “It felt like I was drowning.”

“Well, I’m glad you called,” CJ said quickly. “Because if you didn’t, you might have actually gone through with...”

He trails off, not wanting to say the words out loud like she did, not wanting to put the idea in her mind.

“The thing is—I know you’re in a really dark spot right now,” he continued softly. “But it really seems like you have the potential to do incredible things if you hang in there. You’ve got to give yourself another chance, just like this poem.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” she admitted shakily. “It just feels really lonely and dark. I don’t have friends here. Hell, even the guy I’m crushing on doesn’t even know I’m alive.”

“Yeah, it does sound like you’re in a pretty bad spot,” CJ admitted, sympathizing with her about the lack of friends. “And you’re saying you have a crush on a guy but he doesn’t even know who you are?”

“Yeah.” She wiped at the tears on her cheeks. “He’s in my English 203 class.”

“And what’s so special about him that makes you have a crush on him?” CJ asked, trying to understand.

“He’s… he’s got this smile that seriously lights up a room,” she said hesitatingly. If she knew she was talking to the very guy she was crushing on, Y/N would’ve fainted. Or screamed and hung up.

“And he’s in your English class? He must be pretty smart then, right?”

“I think so anyway,” she said. “He’s got this self-deprecation thing going on, as though he feels he isn’t.”

CJ laughed at this—it sounded a lot like his own way of coping. “I get it,” he said with a sympathetic laugh, though he didn’t reveal that that’s how he saw himself as well.

“And he’s got a nice smile as well, and he’s smart?” he continued, trying to imagine who could fit this description so perfectly.

“Yeah… and really nice. He’s usually the first to jump up and help if the professor asks for it,” she said. “I like that. He’s not even doing it to butter her up either.”

“And he’s kind? It sounds almost like you’re not even talking about a college student, but some angelic being,” he teased, his curiosity growing as they discuss this unknown man. “Like something out of a fairy tale.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious why you have a crush on this guy—he sounds like the full package,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said with a despondent sigh.

“Listen,” CJ said gently, “maybe he doesn’t know you like him. He could be crushing on you too and you both aren’t aware of it.”

She let out a soft laugh. “You mean like a rom-com?”

“Yeah! You never know.” He smiled a bit. “You’ve got a lot going on for you… don’t give up, please.”

Y/N took a shaky breath, sniffled, and wiped her eyes. “Thank you,” she said shakily, her voice thick with emotion.

“For what?” CJ asked, his voice low and soft. “For listening. I know it won’t fix everything, but… it helped me,” Y/N whispered. “Thank you.”

CJ felt his heart clench. She sounded like a sweet girl who was just in a bad spot. If it hadn’t been against the rules, he would reach out to her outside of the helpline, be a friend, hell, maybe even date her because she sounded so incredible.

“You’re very welcome,” he whispered. “If you ever need to talk to someone… we’re here. I’m here.”

Y/N smiled tremulously. “I’ll remember that.” She took another breath. “Thank you, again…. G-goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” he whispered.

The line went quiet. CJ hated himself so much in that moment. He didn’t get her name. He didn’t know who the guy in English 203 she was talking about, her crush. He… didn’t even get her phone number.

The next morning, he went out and grabbed a copy of The Explorer to see if the girl won. He saw her poem, Snow On The Beach, as the winner. But no name. They only put her initials. He cut it out, framed it no less, and kept it by his desk at The Stand.

Absurdly, for the next four years, he would obsessively answer every call, wondering if it was her. He never forgot her.

And when Y/N came into The Stand for her practicum, he didn’t know it was her—and she didn’t know it was him.

To be continued….

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Response to Sysmed on the Boundaries With Normality

Here's the original post.

Yay! You finally found it!

Did anyone else catch what they did there?

Here is the full text for comparison:

For those who are not aware, "e.g." is short for exempli gratia, which essentially means "for example."

Acknowledging this, the boundaries with normality could be rephrased as such:

The presence of two or more distinct personality states does not always indicate the presence of a mental disorder. In certain circumstances (such as experienced by ‘mediums’ or other culturally accepted spiritual practitioners, for example), the presence of multiple personality states is not experienced as aversive and is not associated with impairment in functioning. A diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder should not be assigned in these cases.

The use of e.g. intentionally leaves it open for other nonpathological forms of plurality.

But it seems to have been strategically omitted by the OP in their quote of the text.

I find it extremely deceptive to pull that part of a sentence out of context, and cut the e.g. from it, without showing readers the full text.

If they were specifying that only those practices apply, it would have used "i.e." instead.

There are a bunch of claims here that are being made at once. Let's see if I can dispel them.

#1 "Tulpamancy is a spiritual practice"

This is largely false. Although it's a claim that sysmeds love repeating and spreading among their circles.

In Varieties of Tulpa Experiences, by Dr. Samuel Veissière, 76.% of tulpamancers surveyed reported having purely psychological explanations for their tulpas. Comparatively, only 8.5% reported purely metaphysical explanations.

Tulpamancy is largely a psychological practice, not a spiritual one.

#2 "Spiritual Practices Are Inherently Intentional and Therefore Aren't 'Natural Systems'"

Genuinely, not sure how they are making such a reach.

If you listen to spiritual mediums, many will describe having connections to spirits at a young age, and that being a medium wasn't something they chose.

For a concrete example though, here is one case study describing a spiritual leader who experienced possession states since childhood.

While this is just a case study, one wouldn't need to venture far into spiritualist circles to confirm this as fairly common and natural.

#3 "Being a System is More Than Just Headmates"

We've entered into the semantic part of the conversation. "This isn't a system because it doesn't meet my baseless and arbitrary definition of systemhood."

Anyway, the use of "system" in reference to people with multiple parts has also been applied by Internal Family Systems therapy since the 80s. And researchers into endogenic systems have frequently referred to endogenic systems as systems.

See Dr. Michael Lifshitz referring specifically to tulpa "systems" in the r/tulpas AMA.

The fact is that there is no strict definition of system that only applies to DID and OSDD.

If you disagree with this, I might ask under what basis you would have for believing Dr. Lifshitz is misusing medical terminology.

No.

But you are intentionally misleading people by omitting the "e.g." from the quoted text because you know it would undermine your argument to quote it in full.

I find it incredibly dishonest and deceitful to cut words from your quote but make it clear that this is just an example which inherently implies that there are other scenarios where someone can be plural without a disorder, then accuse me of stretching the exclusion.

It does NOT specify that.

It uses that as an example.

Again, it only has the appearance of specifying because you selectively removed part of the sentence.

Do you possess clairvoyance to know what the authors intended?

The ICD-11 was published in 2019.

This was 3 years after Varieties of Tulpa Experiences delved into the tulpa community's plurality.

This was 2 years after "Multiplicity: An Explorative Interview Study on Personal Experiences of People with Multiple Selves," the first interview study into the online plural community outside of tulpamancy, which interviewed plural systems and concluded that multiplicity made up a spectrum.

This was 1 year after Transgender Mental Health was published by the American Psychiatric Association, affirming that you can be plural without trauma or a disorder.

Trying to read the minds of the authors of the ICD-11 seems like a pointless endeavor to me. And also, a distraction.

It's distracting from the fact that the ICD-11 explicitly confirms that there are other ways to experience plurality (i.e. what it refers to as multiple "distinct personality states") without a mental disorder.

We've shown our sources. Now burden of proof is on you to provide this evidence you claim exists.

Thus far, the only sysmed sources pertain to DID exclusively, and do not address plurality outside of that. This makes these sources utterly useless against the mounting papers affirming the existence of endogenic plurality, and the ever-growing number of professionals who have acknowledged that endogenic plurality is a real psychological phenomenon.

*Makes sideways glances to my list of sources on endogenic and non-disordered plurality.*

Though to be honest, I actually like the Guardians doc better since it gives a brief overview of what each one is about.

Mine has become more of a personal thing. A list of sources I'm familiar with to be able to easily find and cite as needed, stored in one easy location and categorized with simple sifting in mind.

But the sources are there.

Wrap-up

Overall, as a rebuttal to the Boundaries With Normality, this seems pretty weak.

The fact that you've conceded that plurality can be caused by intentional effort heavily undermines the trauma-exclusive claims.

You've acknowledged that some endogenic systems are real. Specifically those with spiritual origins. Though I'm sure if given the chance, you would invent stipulations why only certain spiritual origins are valid.

But the most important part of this is the acknowledgement that you don't need trauma to be plural.

It seems the goalposts have moved from "you can only be plural with trauma" to "you can only be plural from trauma or intentional practices."

Which I suppose is a good start. 🤷‍♀️

[arminthada]

need your thoughts about i feel you linger in the air i love reading your answers so much 😭

hiiiii nonnie (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

oh god i cannot wax poetic enough about this series. to this day it's still my favorite bl series of all time and i do in fact fear i'll be lingering in the air forever.

i guess today i should talk a little bit about my beloved KHUN YAI or more specifically how BRIGHT RAPHEEPHONG played KHUN YAI!

One of my favorite thing about IFYLITA is how they have adapted Khun Yai to give him an well rounded personality. His character is more well defined in the series than it was in the novel because Series!Yai had a dream, he had plans, he had goals, his fated meeting with Jom has brought change upon him and his household.

And Bright played Khun Yai with the most consideration to the character. I think he really understood the character Khun Yai and the homework he did absolutely paid off because I was completely swept away by Bright as Khun Yai. I couldn't see any traces of his past lakorn roles/characters in Khun Yai at all. It's as if he's transformed himself into a separate character solely for this series.

As a lakorn watcher, I think the first detail I picked up from Bright as Yai was his diction. I feel like diction is an (underrated) make-or-break element for the believable-ness of a character that typically BL audience wouldn't comment on (but also understandably because many BL audience discussing in English internet spaces are often non-Thai viewers). But because I'm nosy and I like spying on Thai lakorn audience, I'm grateful to see many talks and discussions on diction, especially for their period/historical lakorns. Bright got the diction right down to a tee and he really gives off strong khun chai/suphapburoot (gentleman) vibes through his diction.

And I promise like diction has nothing to do with whether the actor has a low-pitch voice or a high-pitch voice. I feel like even for Tor Thanapob who has a mid/high-pitch voice, he played this gentleman character perfectly through his portrayal of Khun Phra in My Cherie Amour.

Khun Yai was special because Bright was able to deliver his dialogues at a moderate, controlled pace, not rushing through his speech. Bright even attended a workshop to help with his speech because irl he was speaking too fast and unclearly. He would also do mouth exercises (a,e,i,o,u etc) while driving to adjust his pronunciation.

You can also feel that Bright's voice is well-modulated and controlled as Khun Yai with very subtle and sophisticated vocal nuances to deliver his emotions instead of an exagerrated delivery you may often seen in lakorns. I remember him telling the story of him using his "Khun Yai" voice even when playing video games with friends in real life to get used to that voice.

NO BUT JUST EVERY LINE THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH MY GOD. Like I thought long and hard before about the believability of this character and I could only come to the conclusion that it can only be because of Bright's immaculate line delivery in combination with those loving gazes that got me squealing every time Khun Yai says something loving to Jom.

Another detail is Khun Yai switching between slight local dialect used with him family and servants around the household but at times speak in the dialect that Jom can understand... Of course, this is probably an intentional choice of director/screenwriter but to execute that clearly isn't easy at all and can be a challenge for many actors.

Bright said he practiced everything from walking with hands behind his back to the getting the posture right. And it's all of these tiny details that Bright had to put in the work for Khun Yai to come alive so vividly in the series.

so yeah... bright did a LOT of his homework (literally)... he understood the assignment... he came and served so hard as khun yai... to the point where i feel like whoever playing this kind of khun chai/suphapburoot character in future historical/period bl series are gonna have a hard time beating the position yai holds in my heart.

TLDR: I LOVE BRIGHT as KHUN YAI!

thank you for waiting for this response from me nonnie. i actually planned on writing about something else but then i changed my mind and then i got pretty busy with irl stuff. and i finally took some time out today to wax a bit of love for my beloved khun yai because i miss him even more since we got the trailer for memoir of rati.

[neonoddeye]

A lesson in physics | College! Gojo Satoru x Reader

In these trying times, I will provide: a college au! I actually wrote this as a birthday present for my best friend, but I wanted to post it here as well. It’s also my first chaptered fic, yay! I hope you enjoy :)

CONTENT INCLUDES: AFAB! Reader, cursing, Gojo and reader are both in college and everything is NORMAL and HAPPY, Gojo is a frat boy, enemies to friends to lovers, will be NSFW in later chapter (MINORS DNI)

Monday, 12:00pm

Working with Satoru Gojo on a class assignment was a horror you only conjured in your nightmares. And as you look at the physics class assignment on your laptop screen, you realize you wouldn’t be waking up from this one any time soon.

“Oh god, him?” Your roommate Shoko joins your gaze of disgust as she glances at your fate. “You’re gonna end up doing the whole thing by yourself!”

“Don’t remind me” you whine, leaning back in your chair and placing a hand on your forehead in dramatic distress. “Can I switch with you?”

“Hell no, I’m securing this A with Nanami” Shoko laughs, patting you on the back as a poor attempt at pity. “But we’ll be praying for you.”

You and Shoko had just left said physics class, the two of you lounging at the library to get a head start on the week’s assignments. You couldn’t help but truly stress over your predicament instead of starting on your homework, however: everyone and their mom knew of Gojo Satoru and his infamous Kappa Alpha frat boy title. Ever since he was on your dorm floor freshman year of college, you’ve harbored a vendetta against him. While you were immune to his mesmerizing blue eyes and undeniable charisma, most of your friends weren’t, and pursued him in droves. With every poor girl’s broken heart that he stomped on, your hatred grew, until you infamously bashed him at his frat’s party that same year. While his reputation was almost impenetrable in the eyes of his male friends, you definitely did a little damage to him from the outside. Two years later, you never thought you’d have to deal with him again- until you both enrolled in the same physics class. Hell, you didn’t even think he had the brain capacity to handle a STEM major. And now, you have to work alongside him; you can’t help but question the universe and wonder what you ever did wrong to deserve this.

“Guess I’ll get his contact info” you sigh, pulling up the list of class emails and scrolling for his name.

“Hey! Y/N, right?” You hear a familiar voice ahead of you. Your lab partner, Gojo Satoru, has already found you in the library. The devil works hard, but Gojo works harder. 

“Hey Gojo” you reply monotonously, barely glancing at him over your laptop screen. He’s dressed like a poster frat boy, wearing a dark blue knitted sweater vest over a crisp white button-up paired with slim khakis. His paper white hair is unkempt yet tamed, and his irritating blue eyes sit behind round gold-rimmed glasses. His trademark smirk is replaced by an awkward smile as he approaches you; it’s good to know your blow at his ego was permanent.

“Uh, long time no see” Gojo continues while messing with his disheveled hair, “did you see we’re working on that project together?”

You can’t help but let out a belated sigh. “I sure did. You have any ideas for it yet?“

“Oh nah, I haven’t really looked at the whole thing yet. Do you wanna start it right now? I have time.”

“Oh uh, I have to leave for class in 15 minutes.” In reality, your next class starts in an hour; you just didn’t feel like talking to him right now. Still, you keep up the act by packing your belongings to head out.

“Oh that’s all good. Here,” Gojo hands you his phone, presenting an empty contact card for you to fill out. “Let’s set up a time to work on it later. We have two weeks, but I wanna get it over with”.

“Well, that’s something we agree on” you mutter, filling out your contact info on his cracked iPhone screen. You then hand his phone back to him and rise from your seat. “I’m usually free after 4pm. Just remember to actually text me back, Gojo. I know you’re not very good at that.”

“I will, I will,” he chuckles, holding up his hands in surrender to your threat. “Promise!” he holds up a pinky and winks at you, to which you roll your eyes and head back towards the door. You’re really hoping these next two weeks aren’t as difficult as you think they’ll be.

Thankfully, Gojo actually responded, and the two of you agreed to Tuesday evening at the library. You’re currently waiting for your project partner at a cozy corner desk, taking out your notes and laptop to begin the assignment. It’s 5 minutes past the agreed upon time when Gojo saunters up to you; honestly, you thought he’d show up later or forget entirely, so you’re not upset.

“Sorry, club meeting ran a little later than usual,” he says as he slumps into the couch across from you, his legs dangling over the armrest. “I got you this, too,” he adds, sliding a Red Bull over to you. “I don’t know how long we’re working on this tonight, but I thought I’d get us both one, just in case”.

“Oh, thanks. I got something already, though,” you reply, picking up your thermos of espresso and politely pushing back the offering. “What club are you in?” It seems like you’re both attempting to make amends to make the project a little easier.

“I’m in an astrophysics club. It’s nothing much, tho”, he shrugs. We just talk about nerdy shit and occasionally do projects and stuff.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t expect that from you”, you lean back in your chair, now slightly interested in the man before you.

“Yeah, I actually do more than just party.” Gojo adds while taking out his own supplies. “Believe it or not, I’m not the same guy I was freshman year”.

“You’re gonna have to prove it to me, I’m afraid”, you retort. If he’s trying to charm you, it won’t work. 

Gojo clears his throat. “Anyway, here are some ideas I had for the project”. He slides his notebook closer to you, revealing a page full of bullet points aptly titled “project ideas.” His handwriting is messy, but legible, and as you read his notes you’re reluctantly impressed by his insightfulness and creativity. Gojo reveals that he actually stayed behind at his club to relay his ideas and ask for tips, admitting he was more interested in the material than he thought he’d be. As you lean over the table to point out one particular idea, you catch a hint of cologne from him. You can tell it’s not a cheap scent, with notes of mandarin and cypress above amber and leather. His hair is slightly neater than it was yesterday, and up close you can tell that his skin is flawless. You’re almost annoyed at his effortlessly attractive appearance; no wonder so many people fawn over him. 

An hour passes briskly, with the two of you making ample progress with the project. Surprisingly, the two of you work well together, even getting off topic a few times to discuss frivolous subjects. You learned that he likes watching cartoons and reading, and wants to go into research after college. You can’t help but feel a little guilty for holding a grudge over him for so long; it seems like he really has changed. 

After 30 more minutes, Gojo stands up to stretch. “Alright, we’re done with the outline”, he yawns, taking a sip of his Red Bull. “I don't wanna keep you too long, how about we call it for the night?” 

“Sounds good to me”, you yawn in response, closing your notebook. “It takes me a bit to walk home, anyway”.

“You’re walking home by yourself? At dark?” Gojo questions you with genuine concern in his words. “I can drive you home, if you want”.

“Oh no, I’m fine. I do it all the time”, you shrug.

“It’s no big deal to me”, he flashes a small smile. “I respect having the balls to walk home alone at night, but I’d be a dick to not offer”.

“Sure, why not. I appreciate it”. You smile back, getting up to follow Gojo to his car. As you walk with him to his car, the two of you excitedly discuss a new anime you’ve both been watching. You didn’t take him as the type to be an anime guy either, but he’s surprised you a lot today. When you get to his car, it’s as nice as you expect it to be: a slick silver BMW with a clean interior, accompanied by a new car smell. Of course he has money, too. He’s not a menace to society on the road either, and the low hum of his Spotify playlist accompanies the small talk. 

“By the way”, Gojo pipes up after a moment of silence, “I feel like shit for how I acted to your friends freshman year. You were right to call me out like that”.

“I know”, you reply, with a hint of playfulness in your tone. He chuckles in response. 

“No offense taken. But really, I hope we can be on good terms now. I had a good time, even if we were working on an assignment.”

“Unfortunately, I think I did too”. He’s pulling up to the entrance of your apartment complex, and parks neatly by the door. 

“Next time, how about we work at my place? Only if you want to though, just thought I’d suggest some place quieter”.

“I’m down”, you nod, “I could bring snacks, too��. 

“Sounds like a deal. See you on Thursday, Y/N”. He gives you a short wave as you exit his car, and even makes sure to watch you get inside safely. As you walk to your apartment, you battle with your renewed thoughts of the frat boy you once detested. After being alone with him for an extended period of time, you hate to admit that you can see the appeal; he’s handsome, charming, and seems to have mellowed out over the years. But should you really be giving Satoru Gojo a chance?

Fuck it, you might.

(Stay tuned for part 2!)

[wulfhalls]

I didn't lose out to depression, instead my parents convinced me a 4 year traditional degree was pointless and I should take a medical coding course instead, did that for almost a year, finished not knowing how to code and unemployable but couldn't afford to move out while still in school so went into low grade office work that quickly stopped being enough to live off and ended up having to start regular college anyway but at 28 instead 🙃 Graduated with my history BA last summer at 35-- sadly still unemployable, jobless, and dirt poor, and still with a Masters to get that I can't afford. At least I can rub it in my dad's face since he dropped out his BA program with like one term left.

just as a note of support to you/the history BA anon: 28 is young <3 you've still got time for good things, even if it feels like you're "behind" right now. I'm 32 and after years in the depression wilderness I'm retraining for a career that I hope will allow me the flexibility to enjoy life, not merely survive it. I saw someone say recently "the time will pass anyway, you may as well do what you really want" xxx

oh, no! don't call yourself pathetic because i think it's genuinely really inspirational to go back to uni at 30. i finished my bachelors but always wanted to do masters and phd too, but i was so burned out due to depression that i decided to take a break... which lasted for way longer than i intended because my mental health only worsened. now every day im trying to break away from whatever has me so in chokehold, lol. will probably start preparing for masters this year and enroll the next. sometimes i'm scared 28 is too "late" but this fear goes away whenever i hear about people going to uni in their late 20s/early 30s!

Babes, I'm in academic hell now too, you're not alone! I did do my bachelor's straight out of school cause I had no choice not too but I wish I had taken some years to actually get my health in order so I was able to learn and not just survive. I'm now finishing my MA this year after deferring assignments and my dissertation for two years because of health. Yay! My fellows look at me like I'm a pensioner at 25. But in regards to others, I accidentally locked myself out of the library in first year and had to get a grad student to let me back in (no joke, he looked like a broke but fitter Jon Snow with the man bun and all). He did his BA at 28 and MA at 31. Being an older student just gives you more vibes, more sex appeal, you're more mysterious and know how to pay bills.

ugh u guys don't even know what a balm to the soul hearing all this is (well. actually u probably do) it's just such a relief to know I'm not the only one. we ARE all in this together ❤️ and maybe depression (or other factors) got us good for a long while but we're back we're trying and we're getting there <3

[goldencuffs]

woke up to news of ur new snippet!!!! yay yay yay yay doing cartwheels im so excited it's insane, i love everything u have written and the fact that u r continuing to write and post is so crazy and im so grateful, i wrote this ask while doing another cartwheel

stopppppppppppp omg you're too bloody nice!!!!! 🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭

tbh im still shocked im still here but then again im not damen and laurent truly never leave my mind!!!! also i love you a lot so here is a small dumb little snippet that shows a little bit more about damen and laurent's dyanamic hehe 😋

Damen's hair was already starting to grow out; less buzz cut now, more of a tuft. It was ridiculous he made it work, especially because his curls were also coming in. One stubborn one was forming over the top of his left ear.

His silver chain glinted under the light, and the shirt he was wearing was tight. It strained against his biceps, which shifted every time he lifted his glass. His tattoos jumped with each movement too.

Laurent's mouth was dry. He swallowed a large mouthful of the scotch and then topped up.

Outside, the cicadas had come out. Laurent tilted his head to look out at the stars, thinking about Aimeric and Ancel. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been, revealing his… thing with Damen like that. He should've… denied more. Not admit it all. Maybe laugh it off, wave his hand and say pshawwww me and Damen? Maybe he should have admitted to fucking someone else--like someone from the convenience store. Maybe he should have said he was a virgin. Anything but confirm that he'd been with Damen.

Aimeric had said they were brothers. That implied trust, bond. But Laurent had a real brother--and the biggest betrayal in their life had come from him. Not all brothers were good. Not all brothers could be trusted. Sometimes all they did was lie.

"…Laurent?"

"Hmm?" Laurent turned his head to Coach.

"Remember to clean up the kitchen before you go upstairs, okay?"

Laurent blinked, more alert. "You didn't clean up while I was outside?"

He regretted asking as soon as he did; Coach stared at him, befuddled. "No, that's your job, Laurent." he said this slowly, like he was explaining it for the first time. "Remember what I said, kid? A house can only function when we all follow our assigned responsibilities. Yours are cooking and cleaning and--"

Laurent stood up. Scotch sloshed over his fingers. "Right," he said, and left.

He'd heard that lecture a thousand times. Laurent cooked and cleaned and mowed and painted. Coach paid for the dishawasher and the microwave and cared for and about the Football Guys.

The cicadas were louder in the kitchen. Laurent stood in it for a moment, alone and  still, staring at the mess on the table--bowls and pots and spoons; evidence of life.  Once upon a time, it had always been like this; now the image was foreign and pulled at Laurent's heart.

Laurent worked slowly. The scotch had been stronger than he expected. His head wasn't spinning, but he was warmer than he had been a few minutes ago. It was probably because he was unusued to it; drinking, particularly on a weeknight, wasn't something he did.

He was thinking about Damen, too. Couldn't help it. Just knowing he was so close hurt.

He'd just put the last dish into the dishwasher when Coach came by. He smelt of scotch, which was so unusual, it made Laurent pause. But he seemed sober enough, and he kissed Laurent's temple sweetly. "Love you, kid," he said, and then headed from the stairs.

A few minutes later, Damen walked into the kitchen. Laurent froze, and then realised that Damen was probably going to slip out of the alfresco, because he was an asshole who refused to use front doors.

But Damen came towards him instead. His eyes were like two coffee drops, rich and deep as he leant against the counter top and watched Laurent wipe it down.

Laurent refused to break first--even as the silence in the ktichen grew thick and gelatinous.

"So," Damen said, when the counter tops smelt like lemon. "what's with your new twink group?"

Laurent rolled his eyes. He moved onto sorting the utensils. "Don't call them that."

"Uh huh." Damen's arms crossed. "They're the reason you're ignoring me now?"

Laurent looked up and scoffed, truly taken aback. "I'm ignoring you? Funny."

Damen watched him. Laurent went back to the silverware.

He tensed when he felt Damen come up behind him. He was warm.

Laurent inhaled sharply when Damen's arm came around his waist, pulling him flush.

He smelt stronger like this. Damen's chin dropped to Laurent's neck, rubbing the side of it. It tickled and Laurent squirmed. Damen held on tighter.

"I don't like sharing you," Damen said.

[la-patrona-magdalena]

En todo el día debería de haber hecho alguna de las tareas acumuladas de mi carrera, en su lugar volví a leer el webtoon de "aventuras de la familia Wayne" desde cero...Aunque ni siquiera estoy al día con el webtoon pero aun así es divertido cuando encuentro detalles que pase de largo.

All day I should've been working on some of the piled-up assignments from my degree, but instead I started rereading the 'Wayne Family Adventures' webtoon from the beginning… Even though I'm not even caught up with it, it's still fun when I catch details I missed the first time.

Spoilers del webtoon y probablemente una tontería mas abajo...

Spoilers from the webtoon and probably some nonsense below…

Creo que ya todos saben que el webtoon logra darle un espacio de desarrollo a casi todos los miembros de la batfamily, lo cual es sorpréndete si consideramos que no son pocos y aun así tienen su momento de brillar, de todas formas asumí que simplemente Azrael no aparecería de plano, no es de los mas conocidos y creo que gran parte del fanon a duras penas y lo reconoce. Así que cuando volví a leer me di cuenta que de hecho Alfred lo menciona y incluso si sale en un panel, me sorprendío aun si es poco.

I think by now everyone knows that the webtoon manages to give almost every member of the Batfamily some development, which is impressive considering there are quite a few of them, and yet they each get a moment to shine. Still, I had assumed Azrael just wouldn’t show up at all — he’s not one of the most well-known characters, and I think a large part of the fanon barely even acknowledges him. So when I reread it and realized that Alfred actually mentions him — and that he even appears in a panel — I was genuinely surprised, even if it was brief

Probablemente alguien o muchos si lo notaron, pero yo no así que quería mencionarlo xD

Probably someone — or a lot of people — did notice it, but I didn’t, so I just wanted to mention it xD

me costo reconocerlo al inicio... Y hablando de reconocer...

It was hard for me to recognize him at first… And speaking of recognizing…

Tuve un corto circuito cuando la vi, demore un montón tratando de recordar en quien era y incluso estuve apunto de cuestionarme si era la versión de Lois Lane de mis aventuras con Superman. Y luego recordé la existencia de la hija de Alfred.

I had a short circuit when I saw her — I spent so long trying to remember who she was, and I even started to wonder if she was the My Adventures with Superman version of Lois Lane. And then I remembered Alfred’s daughter exists.

No se si mas adelante se les da protagonismo, creo que no porque ni siquiera les dieron ese cuadrito de presentación como si se lo dieron a otros personajes como Helena, quien (hasta donde yo llevaba del webtoon, que era como el arco del joker) no tiene su momento de desarrollo todavía.

I don’t know if they get more focus later on — I don’t think so, since they didn’t even get one of those little intro panels like other characters did, like Helena, who (at least up to where I left off in the webtoon — around the Joker arc) still hasn’t had her own development moment yet.

Pero bueno, también Harper ya había parecido capítulos antes en el fondo, luego tuvo su presentación y luego su escena de desarrollo, así que puede que me este apresurando mucho con esto...

But oh well, Harper had already appeared in the background in earlier chapters too, then got her intro panel, and later her development scene — so maybe I’m jumping the gun with this…

Viendo el lado bueno de este post, acabo de aprender como poder varias imágenes juntas, ya no estaré aferrada a Canva Yey! :D

Looking on the bright side of this post, I just learned how to put multiple images together — I won’t be stuck with Canva anymore. Yay! :D

(alguien mas también piensa que la cejas de Bruce parece imitar la forma de la mitad de un murciélago? al igual que su corte de pelo y el de Alfred tiene como la forma de las alas?)

Does anyone else think that Bruce's eyebrows seem to mimic the shape of half a bat? Just like his haircut—and even Alfred's—kind of resembles bat wings?

[skykidsam]

Early Season of Radiance Lore

Some spoilers below, but no pictures and no specifics about quests. Buckle up, this is a long one!

I know we were all very much looking forward to a Resh season. Thankfully this new season does already spice up our lore a good bit. It is still in beta stages, though, so we all know that means some details are subject to change. Still, let's discuss what we've seen so far. I am going to do my best not to spoil the specifics of the individual quests and just focus on lore - still some spoilers will be inevitable.

First and foremost, the thing to know about this season is that it involves dyeing things. This also means that we are potentially getting a sneak peak into how our ancestors used to dye their clothes and other items.

The process for finding colors and making dye is interesting. We've learned that the main source for color, at least in this season, comes from releasing colored light from dark plants. These dark plants glow the color of whatever light they hold, and once burned, they release butterflies who now carry this colored light. Once you summon the butterfly, you can transfer the light to yourself.

(Fascinatingly, this colored light only appears to be attached to the "body" of the butterfly, as in the connecting point between the wings, and not the wings themselves; however, the light does still change the color of the whole butterfly.)

We also learn that some colored lights appear less frequently than others (examples including possibly green and cyan).

Upon exploring the new area, we also notice some interesting details. One of the first things I noticed was that there are lots of pots with small, unburnable dark plants, very similar to the ones in Prairie Caves. The next thing I noticed was a few pipes with dyed water pouring out of them like waterfalls.

The last thing I want to mention before getting to my own thoughts and questions is this: We get to see the dyeing process and it's not exactly what you might expect.

When dyeing items, at least for ancestor spirits, these dyes are combined in a large pool of water. The dye pool begins to change color and sparkle. Then, when ready, the ancestor spirit accepts this color into themself. It appears the color enters their core, much like how the butterfly carried the color in their core, and that color spreads to the desired garment (and if multiple colors are used to color multiple parts of the outfit, those colors are not necessarily combined into a mixed color - instead, they are assigned to their designated parts of the outfit in this process).

So now... thoughts, theories, and questions.

First! AHH yay!! We get to dye things!

Next, regarding collecting color from dark plants. This is a chicken vs egg moment for me that really just adds to a longstanding discussion about butterflies and their relationship to dark plants.

We know burning regular dark plants releases butterflies at least some of the time. We don't necessarily know how those butterflies got there. Were they lured and trapped in the blooms like a carnivorous plant? And if so, thinking about color specifically, did the butterfly carry the color when it was trapped, or did the color transfer to the butterfly afterward from within the plant?

Building off of that, do butterflies carry the light, or is it within them? Does a red butterfly count as a dark creature (since red is the color of darkness), or is it simply a light creature carrying a red light?

And what exactly is the process of summoning a butterfly and transferring the color to yourself? It seems simple and painless, it's as if the butterfly simply "dropped" the light into your hand. That also indicates that somehow, this is a form of light that we can handle directly (without the need of a candle or a container, although we do use containers to store them).

Also, what makes a color less common? It it produced less? Less accessible? Who knows?

Regarding the unburnable dark plants, we have another interesting situation. It's been a mystery as to why Prairie Caves has pots with unburnable plants, and now we have even more! Luckily, I think this gives us a huge clue as to why they're there.

We know that in this new area, many of the pots are likely used for storing colored lights. In Prairie Caves, there's another key hint located on the wall - a couple of fireworks staffs.

So there are a couple of theories, in my mind. Firstly, it's very possible that dark plants simply overtook these pots and fed on the light within after they were abandoned. Another theory, though, is that perhaps our ancestors grew and cultivated dark plants specifically for the colored lights at some point.

Why are the plants unburnable, though? Idk, petrification, maybe lol.

In any case, this whole season provides a bit of evidence that perhaps our ancestors did burn dark plants for various reasons.

As for the pipes with the dyed water, I still don't fully know what to make of these. It's unknown whether these pipes are meant to be this way or whether this is a leak, but one thing is for certain, we've got a new example of how some pipes could have been used in Sky's infrastructure.

They give the same feeling of pollution as the leaky pipes in Wasteland and Eden, in my opinion (although they are objectively way prettier). I do wonder, though, if this was also a part of the downfall of Sky's old civilization. We know our ancestors took too much light from the light cycle, but what about colored light? Where does that fall into the mix? If collecting colored light from dark plants is the easiest way of obtaining it (for any purpose, including dyeing things), that means there was a direct incentive to cultivate darkness. That shifts the social and political dynamics of the old civilization somewhat.

And the very last thing - perhaps "accepting color into oneself" is a way to make the gameplay and animations a little simpler, or it could give us an idea of how this light is actually distributed. To me, this looks like it helps solidify people's theories that even our clothes are made of light. But also, to be fair, we've only seen this animation on ancestor spirits so far, so it's possible the dyeing process is a little different when you're, well, alive.

[cupidgwk]

. . ! oblivious — kim gyuvin

► more friends to lovers !!!!

► synopsis: you and gunwook devised the oh so, full proof plan to get gyuvin to fall for you!!!

► slightly proof read

► p.s gunwook is best wingman

step one — get closer to him (physically)

gunwook laid out the steps for you one by one. first, you’d have to get close to him but in a subtle way!

his bright idea? turning up the a/c. what you didn’t expect was gunwook setting the temperature to a chilling 60 degrees.

“oh it’s pretty cold in here isn’t it.” gunwook ponders.

“yeah, just how cold is it?” you glared at gunwook as your teeth chattered.

“oh don’t worry about it! the air conditioner must be broken.” he shrugged avoiding eye contact.

gyuvin still had his eyes fixated to the tv in full focus in his mario kart race.

“are you cold y/n?” hanbin questioned. “you can wear my sweater if you want!”

“oh thank you hanbin! you shouldn’t have…” your fully slightly pained smile spilling out as you accepted the wrong person’s hoodie.

gunwook physically smacked his hand against his forehead.

spoiler alert: it did leave a mark on his forehead that lasted a good two days.

step one. failed.

step two — make him good ol’ baked home goods

you trusted gunwook with your life after all. well, not after the kitchen fiasco that was.

“uhm, is that supposed to be bubbling?” you questioned in concern watching the “cookies” bake in the oven.

“i don’t think so,” he trailed off in fear. “just how many tea spoons of baking powder did you add?”

“i think, around 3?” you replied.

“that can’t be right, then why is the-“ realization flashed through his eyes.

“oh man..” he started.

“what did i do.”

“well, you may have used table spoons instead of tea spoons.” gunwook stated re-reading the baking instructions.

he pointed his finger to the top of the ingredient list. “also, we used baking powder instead of soda.”

to make the situation even worse, the smell of smoke entered your nostrils.

“there is no way…” you raced to the oven and fished the tray of slightly burned cookies.

of course at the worse timing ever, gyuvin enters the kitchen, clearly looking for whatever he can stuff into his mouth.

“yay cookies!” his eyes lit up. “i love home made ones the best!”

“gyuvin wait!” but you and gunwook were a little too late. as gyuvin munched into the baked good that didn’t even deserve to be called a cookie.

gyuvin’s face went from joy to confusion to pure disgust.

“oh wow guys this is the best thing i’ve ever tasted!” he managed to cough out.

“dude, you can be honest.” gunwook deadpanned.

“i need a moment.” he mumbled making his way toward the bathroom.

in the distance you can hear the faucet running as gyuvin attempted to get any taste of that concoction out of his taste buds.

“great! i gave him food positioning!” you slouched onto the floor in defeat.

step two. failed.

and so the saga continued. gunwook would come up to you every day with a new plan to push gyuvin closer to you. of course, most. well. all of the attempts resulted in failure.

one failed attempt after another felt like a never ending rollercoaster. step 4? yujin beat you to asking gyuvin to share an umbrella on the walk home. step 5? we don’t talk about step 5.

“gunwook, i am one failed attempt away from dropping out and moving across the country. the continent even!” you flailed your arms in annoyance.

gunwook shook his head in disagreement. “no can do!” he shook his finger. “i got this covered y/n, just you wait!”

do not fret. gunwook wasn’t class president for no reason. he devised yet another foolproof plan by adding any steps necessary to ensure by the end of the day you and gyuvin will be a couple.

step ??? — become partners for the upcoming group project

gunwook may or may not have pulled a couple strings to ensure that you and gyuvin would be partners in the newest english assignment.

“hey y/n!” gyuvin greeted pulling up a seat next to you. “what exactly did the teacher say? sorry i think i fell asleep for most of it.”

you laughed at his demeanor before quickly explaining the project requirements and such. surprisingly enough, gyuvin listened intently nodding along to the words spilling from your mouth.

“thanks y/n!” he smiled. “so, when is this due?”

“we have around two weeks or so,” you tapped your pen on your bottom lip as you scanned the instruction sheet once more.

“wanna visit the café across the school so we can sort stuff out?” gyuvin questioned tiling his head.

your face erupted into a smile at his suggestion. “you sure this isn’t just an excuse to try their new season menu?” he pouted at your words lightly shoving your shoulder. “come one! please~”

you rolled your eyes at his antics. “of course gyuvin~” teasing him.

-

conversations filled the hallway as students rushed to beat rush hour on the train. the two of you continued to converse as you made your way to the train station. of course, gyuvin forgot to reload his train pass resulting in the two of you missing the train.

“i’m so sorry!” gyuvin apologized clasping his hands together. you laughed at his dramatic apology shaking your head playfully. “don’t sweat it, it gives me more time to spend with you.”

“what?” gyuvin questioned. your face immediately burned up as regret filled your mind. before you can even stutter out a response, gyuvin came up with one himself.

“glad to know, my plan worked,” you raised an eyebrow in suspicion. he turns to face you. “why don’t we turn that study session into a real date? you know, to make up for missing the train and everything.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “of course!” a smile erupted on his face as he suddenly engulfed you in his arms.

“i’ve been waiting so long to do this.”

gunwook’s full proof plan to get you and gyuvin together: SUCCEEDED