#idk whY I’m going to the mathematical side of things

[why-the-heck-not]

computer science was a hoax from the universe to get me to study math in the pretense of ”hehe coding’s cool look at all these things u can do” *some mf vectors looming just around the corner* ”noNO dont look there; look here!! It’s ’hello world’ but in green heheh wOoOoo now it’s blue !! u are a god of this website” *matrices sharpening their knives somewhere*

[tuiyla]

oh no, I didn't watch Legend of Korra while it aired! I binge watched the four seasons in 2018 or 2019 (and yeah I did start watching the show because of Korrasami in particular), but I did watch most of Glee (from season three onwards) and Adventure Time (I remember Olivia Olson confirming that Marcy and PB used to date was what made me want to watch all of the episodes and be a lurker in the AT fandom way back in 2014 lol) while they aired. So my experience with Bubbline kind of resembles yours with Korrasami, especially the excitement over them becoming canon (I read many of your Bubbline analyses around the same time you posted them, for instance, and happened to find your blog again bc I'm currently rewatching Glee and was looking for Brittana and Faberry content). I also wish Bubbline was more often praised by media outlets too; Rebecca Sugar planted the seeds for it way back in 2011 with "What Was Missing", after all, before either LoK or SU began. I think they probably aren't given enough credit bc of (as you pointed out) timing (Bubbline only became canon at the very end of the show in 2018, while LoK made Korrasami canon in 2014 and SU had canonically queer characters ever since the s1 finale iirc) and bc neither PB nor Marcy were the show's leads and also who knows if the AT writers would've made their romantic relationship canon if SU and LoK hadn't happened (they certainly wouldn't have back in 2012, as the Mathematical controversy shows). And yeah, you're right that having expectations about Korrasami vs. interacting with the fandom and dissecting each of their scenes weekly really is a world of difference. That said, I'm still curious as to why you thought Korrasami were more well-developed than Bubbline? I mean, Bubbline received so many episodes solely about their relationship spanning over multiple seasons (and I know you know this ofc, you're a Bubbline expert), it's hard for me to see how Korrasami could compare (I remember I thought Korrasami was underdeveloped because Asami herself didn't get a lot of screentime, so idk if her being with Korra for 90% of her scenes in Book 3 would mean all that much (sorry!!), especially bc it felt to me that they really dropped the ball with them afterwards in Book 4. However, I only watched that show once; your review was interesting and made me want to rewatch it). So yeah, I'm asking why you thought Korrasami were more well-developed than Bubbline bc iirc you said you have a media studies degree at some point, so I think you have an interesting perspective that goes beyond personal preference.

Oh happy days, turns out you and I go way back Anon haha. That’s kind of a nice full circle then. Before Glee took over this blog Bubbline was the most I was ever asked about. I wonder if you remember that I declared them canon post-Stakes in 2015? Obviously no worries if not it’s just a fun thing for me to remember because I was the most fucking vindicated person ever in September of 2018 for that very reason.

I do indeed have a media studies degree (Media, Culture and Journalism uwu), something I often forget about lol and though I appreciate the credence you put in that I’m not sure that makes my perspective any more valuable, to be honest. If anything, I’d use that degree to further argue that it does come down to personal preference. I’ll always place Korrasami just a little bit higher and I have no intention of stopping you from placing Bubbline higher. I will get into some, let’s say, more media studies perspectives here but ultimately, like I said in the prev post even picking a more well-developed relationship is subjective. Do I have reasons informed by my £8,000 student loan, sure, but it’s also the emotional bias of Avatar meaning what it does to me and Korrasami meaning what they do me. Fun little side note before jumping in, but literally days before Adventure Time’s finale aired I actually wrote an article for a series talking first queer TV experiences. In that piece, I hailed both Bubbline and Korrasami as the two first instances of real, meaningful queer rep I saw on TV. I credited Bubbline as something that kickstarted not only this golden TV trend but my own journey, and Korrasami as something that gave me, personally, that final push towards coming out. Okay, side quest over.

So first off I need to acknowledge that this: “Asami herself didn't get a lot of screentime, so idk if her being with Korra for 90% of her scenes in Book 3 would mean all that much“ is kind of misconstruing what I said or at least taking only half of it. Asami’s character is admittedly one of the less developed aspects of all of LoK, but reading my original point I’ve also said that Korra, the main character who spends time with everyone and is focused on for the majority of the show, also spends more than half her screentime with Asami in Book 3. And that’s not insignificant. Again, don’t remember the exact numbers and fuck if I can find that post 8 and a half years later (😱) but the sheer volume of it. That screentime isn’t for nothing, either, as the two go from tentatively discussing past relationships with Mako to Asami symbolically taking a similar place next to Korra that Katara did to Aang. Or, in the same series and season, P’Li to Zaheer. Here is where I would advise watching the series again because holy shit how can you only watch LoK once?? Sorry that’s not a serious note I’m just incapable of not living in a world where I’ve seen ATLA ~15 times and LoK... ~7? Eight. Maybe nine or ten honestly who knows oh what’s that time for another rewatch?

Another imperfection of LoK I have to admit is the time jump’s effect on events. No one was more wary of a time jump happening in-between seasons than me and overall, I think it was not only the right shout executed well. That said, the comics canonize that this largely off-screen period was when both Korra and Asami realized they had feelings for each other and so the transition from Book 3′s best gal pals hastag friends forever to Book 4′s romantic undertones isn’t the smoothest. I think the signs are there, particularly in Reunion, but this is an area where Korrasami could have done better. Additionally, as mentioned the show does not give Asami her dues and her moments tend to be understated, her development very internal, a lowkey journey in a world full of exploding spirit beams and mountains literally moved. There’s a beauty in that but an understated beauty where the audience is required to put in the work. Contrasted with Korra, the actual centre of her show and when put together to form a joint development, it doesn’t do the most it could, had Asami been a bigger presence throughout the show. Love my girl, I continue putting her in my top 5, but her overall lack of focus in the show was to Korrasami’s detriment. That said, I’d still push back against what you said because Asami spending the majority of her screentime with Korra does mean much, even if she doesn’t have all that much screentime to begin with. We’re still talking about a major character whose character arc in the entire second half of the show is intertwined with that of Korra’s. Again, not insignificant.

The reason I started off with where LoK is lacking in this regard is to point out that Bubbline is plagued by the same curse of relying on off-screen development. As you yourself stated, Marcy and Bonnie weren’t the leads in their show, unlike Korra being the eponymous character and Asami growing form tertiary character to deuteragonist-adjacent levels. Their disadvantage comes from a combination of this overall placement in the series’ character hierarchy, Adventure Time’s general structure and, I’d argue, the timeline of their relationship. Which is where I promise what I just said about off-screen development will become relevant. First the two points about character hierarchy and series structure because they’re intertwined. Bubbline did have episodes focused entirely or almost entirely on their relationship as a perk of the AT structure but the downside of that is that these were 10 minute chunks every three years or so. AT is mostly Finn and Jake running around and having fun and whole the show does get deep as early as season 2 and evolves beyond its two main characters, Marceline in particular was in very few episodes compared to the overall scope of literally hundreds of episodes. This means that when she does appear, when they do have substantial roles with PB it is significant, yes, but that time in-between passes in-universe as much as it does in the real world. This is most notable after their reconciliation. I think the arc from What Was Missing through Sky Witch and into Varmints is done well and we can see how they gradually rebuilt... whatever it was they had. (Distant Lands makes their past relationship and breakup explicit, but we’re not considering that retroactive confirmation for the purposes of this.)

It just feels strange to compare that, essentially a three-episode arc told over the course of, jesus, 4 years(!) to how Korrasami had Books 3 and 4 to develop. It’s just so apples and oranges. Jfc, thinking about it the three episodes I mentioned are essentially a trilogy but it took AT four years?? Insanity. Anyway, like LoK had its challenges I think AT did too in its structure. Even if we overlook that, to see this Bubbline trilogy for what it was in terms of their reconciliation the audience had to a) remember and b) infer a lot, post-Stakes PB and Marcy fulfill different roles in the story. Used to be, in Marceline’s case, that she appeared rarely but when she did she was the focus. After season 4 or so, PB’s appearances were also less frequent compared to her earlier run but more significant. After Stakes I feel like there’s a shift where they hang around more but are often designated to the background even Marceline. And save for Broke His Crown, the “meet the surrogate dad” episode, which came very shortly after Stakes, there are no more Bubbline Episodes™ until Distant Lands watered my crops with Obsidian (which I’m not over, btw). Meaning, Bubbline-centric episodes are all about the reconciliation and even though I declared that they became canon in Stakes, there’s little actual focus on and therefore development for them later on. And again, apples and oranges, hard to compare to Korrasami’s gradual but more constant-feeling development over two seasons compared to a bazillion but it just doesn’t feel more substantial.

And, the off-screenness of it all. The fact that Bubbline were implied, subtextually, to have been an item before (subtext no more obvious than Korrasami’s) so their story is fundamentally different. We don’t see them meet and develop feelings for the first time, we essentially see the get back together. That’s an entirely different dynamic where so much of their story happened hundreds of years before Finn was even born. Again, Distant Lands shows some of that but at that point they’re already a couple again and we’re not looking for further development of the past. (It’s welcome, I eat it up, if just doesn’t contribute to development re: becoming a couple.) There’s so much unsaid and people like me did infer it but there were those gaps occasional episodes every third season maybe filled out. It’s so different from following the journey of the main character and another major one from her established group of friends. And even after Stakes, which is what I consider them getting back together but is never explicitly confirmed, things happen off-screen. Case in point, who’s to say Stakes is actually when they restart a romantic relationship! Literally just me, internet rando. These more focused episodes we get before Stakes are great, but they carry a lot and imply gradual development in-between. Meaning things had to happen off-screen and we have to try and imagine certain dots to connect, so not too dissimilar from what Korrasami requires to truly buy their story.

I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing, though I would have wanted much more Bubbline post-Stakes. I just think we see what we want to see, and I wanted to see both Bubbline and Korrasami. I inferred and connected those dots for both as I followed the two series as they aired, and I don’t think watching LoK years later, knowing the finale, people do that. Or watching AT years later, even just the Bubbline eps, knowing the finale, people do that. It’s just in the nature we consume media and why binging is... an interesting topic. Off-screen events implicitly require for you to take that time away from the text, consider what might be happening in the meantime, and get back into the flow willing to accept that some time has passed. And with LoK’s structure, even with the time jump, I think this is easier to accept them with AT’s. And with Korrasami’s arc happening almost entirely on-screen and getting to follow from the very beginning, as opposed to Bubbline having these long-ass lives and tumutous past that’s mainly only hinted at. It still works, obviously, I still love it, but LoK feels more like tangible development to me. On the note of AT’s difference in structure, there’s a lot AT implies and leaves up for interpretation, that’s just the kind of show it is. But in terms of developing a Sapphic relationship in Western animation at a time where that was Super not allowed (as opposed to now, when it Kinda is), it’s just not the best combo.

The emotional investment I gave Korrasami was there with Bubbline as well, of course, and I was more than willing to connect those dots and imagine them and just do everything. As you know, seeing as you read those posts back then. And this is still subjective, but if we’re talking actual on-screen development than Korrasami’s reading between the lines as opposed to Bubbline’s annual breadcrumbs just felt better handled and certainly better paced. It’s a difference between the series themselves but a difference nonetheless. And yeah, having so much of their story happen off-screen just didn’t do Bubbline many favours in this regard. LoK’s approach feels more hands on, more continuous, more tangibly traceable whereas with AT and Bubbline we were dropped down in the middle of the rode, at the lowest point at that, were told to guess what the history was and then hopscotched our way to the conclusion. It worked, I loved every second of it, I went feral with every single Bubbline moment, but they were few and far between comparatively.

Again, as a final note: I’m not going to convince you nor do I want to. I hope you’re not looking to be convinced about Korrasami here because I can’t transfer my own emotional bias. Sounds like you’ve read a lot of what I’ve written on this blog so I hope you know I mean this in the nicest way, but I frankly don’t have the bandwidth to be debating Korrasami’s development. Obviously you’re not questioning their validity but in the aftermath of LoK ending I had to fight for that validity a lot and it was of my own free will but it took a lot out of me. Arguing for Korrasami well-written-ness is just not something I really, truly want to put my media studies degree behind because I had to fight those fights before I had that degree and in such hostile environments and I’m just tired. Been in the trenches, one might say. I just wanna enjoy my favourite ship of all time without justifying it, you know? And again, I mean this in the nicest way possible and I wouldn’t have engaged with either of your asks if I had thought they were mal-intentioned in any way whatsoever. I appreciate you asking these questions and engaging in a convo and it’s really good to hear that you’ve come full circle with my blog, from Bubbline to Brittana. I’d be happy to talk more about any of these couples with you, including Korrasami, I just had to make this disclaimer that I can’t argue more than I did in this post for their development. In particular, not against Bubbline of all ships haha, I inadvertently feel like I’m putting down something I also deeply, deeply love when viewed in contrast with Korrasami.

Did I just rank Bubbline below Korrasami again today, yeah. And I would say that, in whatever almighty metric “development” is, Bubbline has less just by virtue of not being the main focus of their show and much of their relationship happening off-screen. But I really feel like these distinctions are meaningless when both ships mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t normally be thinking about which one I value more if not for rankings on tumblr dot com. Even with everything I said “against” Bubbline when stating my case, I still go batshit insane for them because they’re a ridiculously good duo of two characters who are already well-rounded with deep lores individually. And together? My gosh. Empires have fallen for less.

[ryennemorales]

Hello everyone! my name is Ryenne Mielle O. Morales but you can call me yen or ry.

I recently just turned 16 on october 20. i live in Baua, Gonzaga, Cagayan. i am the only child and the first grandchild of my family so growing up was a bit tough for me. i am a grade 11 student under the strand STEM(Science, Technology, Engineering, and mathematics) at St. Paul University of the Philippines.

I completed my junior high school in St. Anthony’s Academy of Gonzaga and graduated with honors. My mom and dad are both business owners which is why they are busy every single day. and so are my grandparents, my tatay helps my parents run the business while my nanay is a politician.

I was raised in a religious family and three years ago i became an altar server. me and my family go to church every sunday and attend every special events in our church.

i have three pets here at home the first one is a husky and her name is Reign the other two are shih tzu’s and they’re dash and beau. we also have a cat which i named avi.

What are the things that i love to do? well i play the guitar and piano but i’m not an expert when playing them but i would kee trying to improve. i also like playing volleyball and badminton, when i was in elementary a lot of teachers tried to tell me to join the volleyball team in our school because i was tall , but i refused because i was scared that i might get an injury or get hurt and up until now i regret refusing it because now i like playing volleyball and that could’ve been my chance to play and improve my volleyball skills. i like taking pictures specially when i look really good to boost my self confidence. i definitely lovee traveling in different places and countries or just going on motorcycle rides.i like reading books and in wattpad too ohh and i loveee watching k-dramas and c-dramas. i am a big marvel and harry potter fan and i am also a kpop fan, if y’all are wondering i stan a lot of groups like enhypen, blackpink, twice, nct etc. i know i have a lot of things that i love but my favorite hobby would be shopping HAHAHAHAH it helps me relax in a way it might sound weird but it is what it is. and lastly i collect kpop albums and photocard specially sunghoon HAHAHA.

if there are things that i like of course there are also things that i hate and to start well i hate insects especially cockroaches, they look scary and they’re ery harmful ohh and also i hateee frogs, i’d probably die if someone throws a frog at me. i also hate it when people asks me the same question over and over again i hate repeating myself its very annoying. i hate eating vegetables idk they just taste weird huhu.

did you know i used to be in a group in my previous school where i improved my dancing skills and singing skills and joined multiple dancing and singing competitions. people often describe me sweet and understanding but of course everyone has their bad sides and that’s totally fine because we’re not born to be perfect.

just like other people i also experienced getting sick and well not just the typical type of sickness you experience my nanay and daddy has asthma which is why i have asthma too, my doctor also said that i have a weak lungs and i had pneumonia before, i had dengue two times and i had to stay in the hospital or more or less than two months, and when i was in fifth grade i went to school then i suddenly got a high fever so my parents had to take me home, i thought it was just a normal fever so i immediately slept but when i woke up i was in a unfamiliar place i tried asking my mom where am i but i was dehydrated that there was no voice coming out from me ai immediately looked at my hand and realized i was in a hospital, when i could finally speak i asked my mama why am i in the hospital and she told me i had a seizure so they rushed me in the hospital so you see growing up for me has been really hard especially when you’re very “masakitin” there were a lot of things i should avoid doing like don’t play to much, avoid running, you shouldn’t get tired, avoid eating peanuts, don’t use your phone too much etc. but i would say i am a very brave girl because at a young age i surpassed all those battles with God and my family beside me which is why i wanted to serve God because he gave me a chance to live again and i couldn’t be more thankful.

Where do i see myself 10years from now? was my learning in SPUP vital to where i’m leading to?

where do i see myself in 10years? thinking about this question gave me a chance to analyze my goals and ambitions in life and 10years from now i see myself being an intern in a hospital trying to learn more and be a professional doctor one day, i’d be working and save for my future and build my family a house and buy them everything they want and studying at SPUP would really help me get there because of the learning method and the teaching skills of the teachers.

Was STEM the best choice after all?

Yes STEM is the best choice because i know this strand would help me lead to success. STEM might be hard but i will surely strive hard and overcome all the breakdowns that i know i will have. i choose STEM because i know it will help me prepare for the college course that i will be taking which is nursing. a lot of people ask me why STEM when there are easier strands to take? well first of all i really like science and english so i wanted to explore and learn more. second i wanted to understand and widen my knowledge in mathematics. third i wanted to gain self confidence, i know most people would probably ask “you want to gain self confidence yet you choose stem? you should’ve picked HUMSS” well there’s no science in humss so yeah HAHAHA.

What course will you take in college and why?

As you can see from the picture above i will be taking a med course, what med course exactly? well to answer that i would be taking Bachelor of Science in Nursing or BSN in short. why nursing? well i got inspired from my mommy(my dads sister)who is a licensed nurse in canada and she is now living her best life with her family and so i wanted to be like that someday. i wanted to take up nursing because i want to save lives, i want to help people, i want to see them recover and continue their lives it just feels really good knowing that you were one of the reason that person was still alive. my biggest dream is to be a Doctor one day, the thought of having a dr. in your namee…it really motivates me to study hard. it might be hard but i know i’ll get there someday. if i can describe myself in three words that would be ambitious, caring, and competitive. when i was a kid i never really thought of getting a med course because i was afraid of blood and injections. the hospital traumatizes me because every time i go there they admit me and injects me needles and i would cry for almost an hour but as i grew up i saw the beauty in the medical field, i wanted to be one of those people wearing that white coat someday. i wanted to be part of an operation, i wanted to give consultations to patients and lastly i want my parents to say that “my daughter is a Doctor” it sounds really nice HAHAHAHAH i hope someday i’ll inspire other kids too and be their role model. that is all thank you! have a great day ahead, let’s all achieve our goals!!

[lokiskitten]

hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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[milkybonya]

heartbroken

order 003 for anon: a large banana milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure’s Yedam

Warnings: angst, crying, explicit language, threats, violence

Summary: where Yedam is the badboy! at school and he has a soft spot for you ^-^ you somehow end up as his tutor and.. yeah :")

[a/n]: idk why it's so hard for me to imagine Yedam as a bad boy??? i hope i wrote this well T.T i love the badboy! concept tho hehe so i loved this,, aLSO I'M SORRY FOR SACRIFICING JEONGWOO LIKE THIS JEONGWOO ILY <3 i feel like i kind of unconsciously wrote Yedam as resembling Han Seo Jun from True Beauty hmmmm also i’ve been listening to a lot of Kang Daniel lately and am falling hard for that man so if you see this pls send Kang Daniel pics thx ily

"Everyone move the fuck aside and let me through," Yedam growls, speaking to the crowd that's blocking the classroom door. No one listens so he barges through, pushing people down to the ground if he has to just to get to class.

He doesn't care about why they've all gathered, or the poor student that has fainted at the door. He simply sits at his desk, props his feet up and closes his eyes to take a nap as all the students wonder what they should do.

"Yedam, what the hell?! Now is not the time for sleeping. A student has fainted and all you do is push people aside so you can nap at your desk?"

Yedam opens his eyes and pushes up the shades he's wearing. No one has ever spoken to him like this before, and even the students tending to the fainted person are shocked overhearing this. A relatively quiet student yelling at Yedam?

Who's this? Yedam wonders to himself, staring you up and down. He catches a glimpse of your name tag: [y/n]. I've never met this person- ... oh.

The one memory with you that he remembers: him falling off the top of the soccer goal post in an empty field just last year after class had already ended; you leaving the library and finding him there. Despite being scared of him and wanting to just leave, you approached him and gave him a piggy back all the way to the nearest hospital. He remembers the searing pain in his leg and how fast you tried to run, the wind blowing your hair in all directions as you shouted words of comfort into the wind: "It's gonna be okay! We'll get to the hospital soon, I promise."

When he later told his friend, Haruto about it, Haruto said, "I would've left you there and never looked back."

Even though Yedam knew he was joking, he can't forget how kind your actions were that day.

Is this why he isn't getting mad at you even though you're yelling in his face?

"Just let me take a nap," is all he says to you, sliding his sunglasses back down on his face. You shake your head at him before leaving the classroom, rushing to tell the teacher about the fainted student.

From that day, Yedam decides he won't leave you alone. For what reason? No one knows, not even him.

-

"Sir!"

"Yes, Yedam, what is your question?" the teacher asks, turning around from the blackboard to face the class.

"Can I change my seat?" Yedam asks.

The class laughs until Yedam shoots a glare in everyone’s direction.

"We're in the middle of a mathematics lesson, Yedam. Talk to me about it later."

"It's an emergency!"

"What's the emergency?"

"I need to sit here," Yedam says, getting up from his spot and walking to the seat on your right, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"And why's that?" the teacher asks, crossing his arms.

"Because... it's closer to the blackboard?"

Your heart is nervously racing throughout this interaction. Never in a million years would you want Yedam, the school's most renowned bad boy to sit beside you. Never.

"You've been sitting in the back for years. What's the problem?" the teacher asks.

"There's a problem. Very big one."

Yedam sits on the desk of that innocent student, sitting on their notes and crossing his arms.

"Yedam, can we talk about this later-"

"Nope. Hey... Junkyu? Can you move to my spot?" Yedam asks the student. One fierce glare from him is enough to get the student to pack up and clear the desk out.

"See? problem sorted," Yedam tells the teacher, sitting at his new spot beside you.

The teacher worriedly looks at you, noticing your discomfort.

"Well, we need to hurry on with the lesson so we'll talk about this later, okay?" the teacher explains, looking at both you and Yedam.

For the rest of the lesson, Yedam does nothing but stare at you. You don't look at him, not even once, but you can feel his eyes on you. It makes you lose focus, even though you're trying your best to take notes.

He's memorizing all of your features. the curve of your nose and lips, the colour of your eyes and how they look in the sunlight. He doesn't know why, but he just wants to look at you.

Finally, when the lesson ends and the teacher asks both of you to follow him to his office, you slam your arms down on your desk and glare at Yedam.

"Can you stop staring at me? I haven't been able to focus and you're making me uncomfortable!" you yell, silencing the chatter of the classroom.

Yedam gulps.

"I can't focus either, cause of you," Yedam says with a wink, resting his head on his palm.

You cough, shocked at his words.

"What are you saying?" you choke out.

"Let's go to the teacher's office. Whatever he says, tell him you're helping me with my studies so I need to sit beside you."

"And if I don't?" you challenge Yedam.

Yedam simply glares at you with his sharp eyes and you decide to comply.

As he lopes out of the class in a relaxed manner, you rush along behind him. In the teacher's office, you sit beside one another and across from your teacher, who sighs before he speaks.

"Yedam, I can tell [y/n] is uncomfortable with your actions. They don't want to be sitting beside you so please go back to your usual spot for the next class, okay?"

The teacher only speaks to Yedam, not even looking in your direction or asking for your opinion. You understand his intentions, but it still upsets you a little...

Yedam looks at you instead, an expectant expression on his face. Although you find him extremely annoying, his look is enough encouragement to get you to speak, even though you're about to say a bunch of lies.

"But sir, I've actually been helping Yedam with his studies these days," you croak out, gaining more confidence with each word you speak.

"Have you?" the teacher asks, raising his brow.

"They have, and you'll be seeing my improved grades soon," Yedam says, nudging you with a smirk.

"Well... if that's true, then alright. I'd better see those improved grades," the teacher says.

Yedam bites his lip while grinning, clearly glad that he'll be allowed to sit with you. On the other hand, you sigh. Who knows what kind of trouble this will bring for you...

-

After that meeting, the two of you sit beside one another in your next class. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as Yedam stares at you from your right. The rest of the class has their eyes on you, too, wondering why Yedam is still sitting beside you.

"Can you please... stop staring at me," you whisper under your breath.

"I don't want to," Yedam says with a smile, continuing to look at you while his head is being held up by his palm, elbow propped up on his desk.

"I bet that [y/n] somehow seduced Yedam. They may look quiet, but they might be the slyest person on this planet," a classmate suggests from behind you.

Yedam's chair screeches backwards from beside you and he stands up, his arms swinging slightly at his sides.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Yedam asks, turning around to the classmate who was speaking nonsense. His face looks extremely angry - you've never seen him like this before.

The classmate puffs up their chest, trying to look stronger than they really are.

"I said [y/n] seduced you! And what?"

"You idiot," Yedam hisses, taking a few strides forward and smacking them in the face.

Instead of fighting back, the classmate doesn't budge. They have their head down, slowly reaching their hand up to their injured cheek.

Yedam crouches down to the seated student to meet their eyes.

"[y/n] never seduced me and never will. We've all been classmates for so long, you still can't recognize one another? Stop the bullshit. If I hear this again, it'll be more than your face that'll be harmed, you hear me?"

"Yedam, that's enough," you say, tugging at the back of his uniform blazer.

He finally turns around after a while, greeting you with such a bright smile that you wonder if he's forgotten everything that just happened.

"So, [y/n], are you gonna help me study or what?" Yedam asks you, returning to his seat."

"What do you mean?" you ask, confused.

"The teacher is expecting improved grades, so of course we should show him that, shouldn't we?"

The way Yedam tilts his head to one side while smiling at you makes your breath falter for a second.

"I-I guess we should," you stutter. Why are you suddenly getting so nervous around a jerk like Yedam? No but firstly, why is he being so nice to you?

"Okay, everyone! Class is starting, get to your- what happened to Jeongwoo?" the teacher asks, pointing to the classmate who Yedam smacked.

Jeongwoo's cheek is red and he has some ice pressed up against it.

"Got hit by a baseball. He's never paying attention to the right things," Yedam says, shaking his head.

The teacher thankfully shrugs things off. If not, Yedam would have been in deep trouble. 

You release the breath you didn’t realize you’ve been holding and Yedam pokes you with the eraser end of his pencil.

“Library after school today, okay?” he whispers. You nod.

-

Yedam watches you neatly pack up your things with his arms crossed, unconsciously smiling at the way you make sure everything is in the right part of your bag before you sling it over your shoulders and declare that you’re ready to go.

“You don’t mind taking a motorbike ride real quick, do you?” Yedam asks, glancing at you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

Shit. You’d forgotten that Yedam has a motorbike and takes the thing everywhere with him. Even though you’re a little scared to ride it with him, if that’s what he’s suggesting, you’re more scared to say ‘no’ to Yedam, so you simply nod.

Yedam is quick to notice the way you gulp, though, and how you nervously fidget with your hands as you walk, taking shaky steps.

They’re nervous... he tells himself. I’d better treat them well.

-

Yedam hands you his spare helmet. When you hesitate to take it from him, he places it over your head himself, knocking on it to show how protective it is. 

“In case anything happens, I promise I won’t let you get hurt, okay?” he tells you, holding out his pinkie finger. 

You let out a scoff at his unexpected childishness, but still loop your pinkie around his.

“I’m not scared, you know,” you exert, swinging your right leg around the motorbike as you take a seat behind Yedam.

“Sure.”

Before you can even blink, Yedam starts the motorbike and whizzes off. You’re forced to wrap your arms tightly around him out of fear, and he smiles under your warm embrace.

“You can just grab onto my blazer instead, you know,” he yells into the wind. You hear him, but pretend you didn’t. You’re too scared to move your hands right now.

After getting over some of the fear, you raise your head and admire the moving blue sky above you, the way the trees stand at the edge of the skyline and how the wind seems to surge through your veins as well as directly through you.

You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until Yedam tells you, helping you get off the bike. Regaining your senses, you stare at the glass building in front of you.

“Yedam... why are we here?” you ask him in shock. This mans really brought you to the library that’s on the other side of the city.

“I just wanted to enjoy a fun bike ride with you,” he mumbles, walking up the steps to the library.

Once the two of you find a spot, you don’t waste any time in getting right to work.

“So... what subject do you struggle with the most?”

“[y/n],” he mumbles.

“What?”

“Uh... math.”

“Okay... let’s get started with that, then.”

As you talk, Yedam loses focus, getting lost in the sweet tone of your voice, the way your hands move as you talk, and your precious lips.

“Yedam? What’s the answer to this question?” you ask, pointing to the equation you’ve written on the paper before you.

“Uh... I don’t know,” he admits. 

You sigh.

“I just explained to you how you should solve this! Did you not understand or were you not listening?”

“Um... I kind of just want to kiss you right now,” Yedam mumbles under his breath, smiling up at you with a slightly reddened face.

“What? Yedam, you’ve been mumbling all day today and it’s been scaring me.”

“Scaring you? No no, I don’t mean to scare you-”

Both of your phones vibrate on the desk and you glance at one another. You check yours and find out it’s a message from the class groupchat.

Jeongwoo: guys guys! [y/n] and Yedam are at the library across town studying together! i’m telling you, something is up...

Junkyu: says who?

Jeongwoo: sent a photo.

When you look at the photo, it’s of you and Yedam at the very desk you’re sitting at right now. Suddenly, you feel anxious. Has someone been following you? For how long?

Yedam: whichever one of you hoes is following us better fucking stop before i show up at your house and set it on fire. istg please leave us the FUCK ALONE!

Jeongwoo: shit i didn’t mean to send this to the class groupchat...

Yedam slams his phone down and looks carefully around the library.

“I found him,” he whispers before getting up and running across the library. You try to follow his trail and find someone wearing your school uniform running away with Yedam chasing closely behind.

If a fight breaks out because of you, you won’t be able to forgive yourself... you rush after them and follow them to the parking lot, which is luckily quite busy. You know Yedam won’t start a fight in such a busy place...

“You asshole, did Jeongwoo set you up to this?” Yedam grunts, grabbing your classmate by his collar.

“N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Yedam growls.

“Guys, please stop! This parking lot is full of people-”

“Leave me alone!” the boy yells at the top of his lungs. People start to stare and Yedam lets go of his collar, dusting himself off. The veins on his neck are visible, showing his anger.

“If you do anything like this again, you’ll be in for it,” Yedam says to the boy before he runs away.

“[y/n], I’m so sorry-”

“Yedam, if this is what it’s gonna be like for me to help you study then I don’t want to do it!”

“I know, but-”

“Yedam, I’m scared,” you admit, starting to tear up slightly.

Yedam doesn’t know what to do, so he just sadly watches you as you cover your face and try not to cry. Then, you feel his arms around you as he presses his body against yours.

“I’m sorry, [y/n], I just... I’m sorry for putting you in this situation but I just... wanted to spend some time with you and-”

“You call this spending time with me?!” you sob into his chest.

“I’ll make them pay...”

“No, Yedam. I’ve had enough of your revenge and violence and... I just want to go back to my quiet life. Even a day spent like this has been too much for me.”

Yedam pulls away and steps back.

“I’ll pack up my stuff from the library. Please don’t talk to me ever again.”

As you walk away, Yedam silently watches you, hating himself for the fact that his heart is breaking. Why is his heart breaking?

-

The next day, Yedam is in his usual spot somewhere behind you in class, trying to sleep with his head on the desk but being unable to because you still haven’t shown up and he’s worried.

The same thing happens the next day.

And the next.

And the next.

At this point, you haven’t shown up for a week and Yedam is incredibly worried. He’s tried texting and calling you, but you haven’t replied. So he storms into the teachers’ office, demanding for your home address so he can visit you.

The teachers refuse for privacy reasons, but Yedam says he won’t leave the office until they give it to him, so they reluctantly do.

“You better not be going to bother [y/n] in any way, but to truly just visit them.”

“Do I look like I would bother [y/n]?”

“Yes.”

Yedam scoffs, leaving the office with your address in his hands. He leaves the school right then and there too, not caring about the rest of his classes for that day.

After an hour of getting lost on his motorbike searching for your home, he finally finds it. Slightly sweaty and incredibly tired, he knocks on your door, praying that you’ll open it.

“Who is it?” you sleepily ask, opening the door. Your first reaction is to slam the door shut as soon as you see Yedam, but he stops you.

“Please, [y/n],” he begs. “I’ve been searching for your house for an hour and I’m so tired... just let me in.”

Your pure and wholesome soul can’t say no to this, so you invite him in, quickly bringing him a glass of water.

“Why haven’t you been at school?”

“I think you know why,” you say, sitting on the couch next to Yedam’s.

“Because of me?”

You nod.

Yedam sighs.

“[y/n], you shouldn’t stop coming to school because-”

“The kids have stopped talking about us now, right? So I’ll come back, don’t worry.”

“Ah... right,” Yedam says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“Why are you even... here?” you ask him.

“To check on you?” he says in a sarcastic tone, as if it should be obvious.

“Why?”

“Because I-” like you. He almost says it but stops himself, knowing that now is not the right time but also because what the heck?! He likes you?! Since when?! These feelings have been growing so fast on their own that Yedam can’t even keep up with them.

“Because?” you urge him.

“I was worried. Am I not allowed to be here?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t get why you would be worried.”

The truth is, you’re suspecting Yedam has developed feelings for you. You’re hoping it isn’t true, but you need to know. So you’re trying to get him to confess.

“I like you, [y/n], okay?! I know now isn’t the time but you keep putting so much pressure on me and I just...”

Your heart works harder than normal in your chest to keep blood flowing, and you wonder why. It’s not like you like Yedam or anything... right?

“I’m sorry, [y/n]. I’ll leave now,” he says, standing up and grabbing his helmet from where he left it at his feet.

Your heart races as you wonder if you should decide to do that thing you’re thinking about... should you... kiss him?

Ah, you don’t even like this jerk! Why would you do that?!

Exactly, why would you...? Why are you even considering this-

Before you know it, your body is moving on its own as you pull Yedam towards you and connect your lips to his. The sound of his helmet hitting the floor doesn’t hinder you from deepening the kiss as you realize that heck... maybe you really do like Yedam. Why else would you have butterflies?! You wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing someone you hate! Like you wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing trump-

okay sorry, i’ve lost myself here but i’m trying to say

the way Yedam is giving you butterflies is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and the way he wraps his arm around your lower back, holding you close makes you...

Yedam pulls away, panting slightly.

“[y/n], what the fuck?”

“Yedam... I think I like you, too.”

“You think?” Yedam teases you, grinning.

“What was that for, then?” he asks, pointing to his lips.

“Shut up,” you say, walking past him and purposely bumping into his shoulder. 

He grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him.

“Just how the heck did we end up liking each other?” he asks you. But after looking at you for even a second, he knows. You’re beautiful, and he realized this the day you helped him when he was injured in that empty school field.

I guess for you, somehow this idiot made his way into your life, and his repeated efforts to win your love somehow rubbed off on you. But still, no one can make your heart race like Yedam does.

-

“[y/n] is back!”

“Yedam is sitting next to [y/n] again?”

“Are they holding hands?!”

You and Yedam sit side by side in class, discreetly holding hands under the desk while sharing earbuds. Sure, the whole class will probably talk and spread rumours about you dating Yedam, but who cares? You’ve found someone you love now, and that’s all that matters.

“Okay, class, let’s start the lesson,” the teacher says, only stopping to show a thumbs up and a wink in your and Yedam’s direction.

“What was that?” you ask Yedam, who smiles.

“I guess he’s showing his support for our newfound relationship?”

[hubbytaeil]

Hiiiii can I request a hyuck smut with 6, 16?? Like oc being super cocky and bratty and him not being able to keep up with her sometimes so he just has to fuck her up a little bit, idk maybe turn her fierce personality into a pillow princess? I can’t believe I’m gonna ask for this but can him suck/lick her cheek?

Thanks so much for sharing your works✨💕

Donghyuck + #6 It’s a real shame that no one asked for your opinion &  #16 Did you hear something

genre: smut

contains: swearing, way too many petnames, praising

word count: 2525

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while (hence the santa claus joke) but hey she’s here, hope you like it <3

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ prompts ̥ ⋆ˊˎ-

"Did you hear something?" "What?" Donghyuck turns his head, following where your gaze has posed. It gives you enough time to steal a punch of fries from his plate and stuff them in your mouth. When he realises what you're doing (for the umpteenth time during lunch), he is the face of disappointment. "I'm going to break this plate over your head if you do that again." He replies with the straightest look you've ever seen on him. "No, you wouldn't." You assure him, sending him a flying kiss to which Donghyuck answers with fake gagging sounds. "Drama queen." You hiss, biting onto your hangover burrito. "Oh, look who's talking." "Oh, shut up." "Someone's forgotten the scene she caused last night." You munch shaking your head left and right. "I have no idea what you're talking about, are you sure it wasn't you?"

 You tease after swallowing the big bite. "I wasn't blacked out drunk, clinging on my friend and whining like a little bitch." You snicker at how offended he looks, fists tight on the edge of the table. "So what? Are you mad you couldn't get any pussy because of me?" Donghyuck's eyes widen in shock as the restaurant falls silent. You have a sneaky look in your eyes, perfectly aware that every single client has heard your not so ladylike remark. You bite into your plastic straw and Donghyuck is not sure why his cheeks are flushed now. "I wouldn't worry too much, Hyuckie." You say after taking a sip of soda. "It's not like you would've gotten any if I wasn't there anyway." Donghyuck gives you a dry laugh, glaring at you. "As a matter of fact, you didn't get laid either, missy." "At least I got some offers" "Oh, yeah? From who? The stripper that was dressed like Santa Claus?" You chuckle remembering how absurd (and hot) that guy looked. "No, from Mark." Donghyuck's jaw drops to floor, as you finish your drink, purposely exaggerating the sounds coming from the can. "You fucked Mark?! What the fuck, y/n." "We didn't fuck." You affirm, standing up to get the bill. 

Donghyuck haunts you all the way back to your apartment until you spill every detail. "So, he chickened out?" Donghyuck laughs, anticipating the moment when he will be able to tease Mark about the entire incident. "I guess he was taken back, the poor thing." "By what exactly?" He looks at you from head to toe mockingly. You hit his shoulder purposely hard and he whines. "We weren't doing anything crazy once we got back to his place, just the usual... some groping, some kissing..." Donghyuck shakes his shoulders vigorously letting out disgusted sounds, trying to shake off the vision of his friend Mark in a sexual situation. "But then I started talking dirty and he just sort of... stared at me. Like, just staring. He looked like a deer in headlights. Just stood there." "Oh my God." Donghyuck bursts out a big laugh as he imagines everything you're saying. "Please, tell me what you said to him." He is more than ready to take written notes if that means embarrassing Mark Lee. "Well..." you hesitate, wondering if you're getting a bit too personal. "Something like 'yeah baby, I know you want to fuck this pussy, come and get it you bastard'." Donghyuck stops his steps on the concrete, not expecting to hear these words flow out of your mouth at 2 p.m. on a Sunday. You turn around and see him take in the little too graphic information. Slowly, he starts massaging the bridge of his nose, sighing, feeling unexpectedly bad for his strictly vanilla sex-oriented friend. "Y/n, of course he chickened out, Jesus. I mean... I guess you don't know him that well." You shrug your shoulders unbothered. "Whatever, he looks like he only does it in missionary." you both resume your walk. "And he probably does." Donghyuck chuckles. "I guess no one can tame me." You joke, but Donghyuck doesn't take it as such. Those word stick with him until you reach your door. It doesn't help when the wind swiftly blows under your dress while you're unlocking your door, teasing Donghyuck with a quick glimpse of your white laced panties, you don't even notice. That's when he realises, he's been staring at your ass.

The afternoon continues lazily, both of you still feeling the final effects of last night's drinks. You put on some classic rom-com you both saw thousands of times just to kill another few hours and have the excuse to slack on your couch. Every time the handsome male lead comes on you let out a weird strained sound that annoys Donghyuck until he can't take it anymore. "He's not even that good looking, y/n." "It's a real shame that no one asked for your opinion." You fire back, lifting up your leg to hit him with your foot. He groans but doesn't do anything to stop you, so you just keep on going, curious on how long he'll last. "Y/n, stop." His tone is lower than ever, he's not even looking at you but it's enough to make something snap in you. "What if I don't?" You whisper, tapping your foot on his thigh restlessly. He finally turns to you, setting up little flames all over your skin with just his eyes. He goes from your cocky smile, to the slightly visible line of your breasts, and down to where your dress is barely covering what's under it. Donghyuck grins without moving any other muscles. "Really, y/n?" "What?" You protest all the while 'casually' exposing the panties Donghyuck couldn't stop thinking about for the past forty minutes. His throat runs dry at heavenly sight, but he doesn't break. "I'm not going to fuck you just because you couldn't score some dick last night." He states, biting the inside of cheek. You huff, annoyed at him wanting to play hard to get at a time like this. You let your left leg hang off the couch, just to give Donghyuck a better look. "Then you're just going to watch." You affirm before letting your hand trail along your thigh as you reach your wetness. You had been ‘in the mood’ for quite some time, if one counts last night’s complete failure, and you noticed just how wet you were already just by touching the outside of your underwear. Donghyuck holds his breathe while his eyes scan every single movement of your fingers. You chuckle way too innocently when he coughs in the back of his throat. You never take your eyes off him as you work your way towards pleasure. You've done this so many times, it's like applying an obvious mathematical formula to you. But having someone watch you do something reserved to the intimacy of your bedroom is new kind of thrill. It feels especially thrilling with Donghyuck gawking at your skilled fingers caressing your folds with the perfect amount of pressure. You feel your breathe shortening, throwing your head back on the cushions. You pull your panties to the side and Donghyuck suppresses a low moan when you eagerly put a finger in, chasing after your high like a wild animal. He waits a few moments to enjoy the view of you pumping in and out of your heat, juices making lewd sounds that fill up his ears. "You dirty girl." Donghyuck whispers before dragging your hand away from yourself to which you whine loudly. "You want someone to tame you, uh?" Donghyuck mutters before putting your fingers in his mouth, savouring your taste. You can't help but moan at the contact, feeling sensitive in every inch of your body. "Think you can?" You blurt out and within seconds your friend has you pinned on couch. You sigh loudly when he swiftly resumes the work you had left unfinished, all the while securing your hands above your head. Donghyuck doesn’t need to ask how his fingers feel inside of you, he can read in your more than satisfied expression, he can hear it in your ever so delighted moans that come straight out of a porno. “Fuck, I should bother you more often.” you whimper in between chuckles and whimpers, struggling to keep your legs apart, overwhelmed by bliss. “I think you do that way too much already, doll.” Donghyuck remarks before aiming for your neck to place sinful kisses. His fingers work skilfully to find out when to slow down and when to speed up, you grab his bicep encouraging him whenever he hits the right spot. You start wondering why you haven’t done this earlier. Your mind is too cloudy therefore you are taken by surprise when you perceive Donghyuck sucking slightly into your cheek. You hold your breathe, surprised at your own enjoyment and you both smile at each other. You are quick to connect your lips to his, brushing your tongue against his as soon as you get the chance. “Greedy, aren’t we?” Donghyuck groans, amused and aroused at the sight of your neediness. You just hum in response, palming his member over his gym shorts. “I need it.” you plead, showing him your best puppy eyes. “I know you do, baby.” he smirks as he says this, taking his fingers out of you, completely soaked in your juices. “Look at this. Look at how needy you are.” you nod desperately at his statement and Donghyuck is beyond pleased. You, caged under him, not being able to put into words how badly you wanted to get fucked. A sight to see indeed. “How do you want it?” he asks, helping you out of your dress and underwear and removing his t-shirt afterwards. You open your legs once again, not needing an explicit answer. Donghyuck clicks his tongue in disappointment, showing off an indecent smile. “I thought you were against missionary.” he reminds you, but you are fast to bring your hands to his, pulling him over you. “I never said I was against it.” you whisper, at this point consumed in your lust. Donghyuck takes his time to caress your hair, your cheek, until his fingers ghost over your hardened nipples and over your stomach. You take in the sudden affectionate gesture, then you feel his weight over you shift and you see him rummage inside your bag from the night before that had been forgotten on the coffee table. You’re not shocked when he pulls out a condom, given that you were the one who had put it there for ‘good luck’. “I guess we can finally put this to good use. Don’t we, babe?" You hum happily, savouring his assertive yet considered tone. You sit up on your elbows admiring every second of him putting it on. “Now, where were we?” “Need a reminder?” You suggest getting closer, ghosting his lovely lips with yours. He smirks amusedly before pinning you down once again. “Ready, baby girl?” the pet names were driving you crazy in a way you had never experienced before and Donghyuck had been taking note of that every time you moaned at the sound of those words. “Interesting, knowing you I thought you might’ve like being called a whore or something.” he mocks you, aligning himself at your entrance without giving you full satisfaction. “How do you want to call me?” you moan softly in response, revealing to him your most docile nature that surely you hadn’t let a lot of people witness, let alone lovers. And you knew that he was enjoying every second of it. “Let me think... I quite like babe.” he utters as he delivers a first thrust. You throw you head back, feeling more than joyful in receiving what you had been craving. “Baby girl is nice too.” A second hip movement, this time painfully slower, in between frustration and gratification. The slower he goes the more you can feel just how much he fills you up perfectly. “I think I’m gonna go with baby girl.” you cry desperately at the third thrust, both at the pleasure and the words he whispers in your ear. “Yes, yes, call me like that.” you almost scream when he finally speeds up the rhythm. Lewd sounds of skin against skin fill up the living room, now you understand why they call it afternoon delight. “You feel so good around me, baby girl.” You smile at his statement, squeezing around him purposely, to which Donghyuck grunts happily. “Let me take care of you.” he then positions your arms around his shoulders, setting his head in the crook of your neck, delivering even deeper thrusts that make your eyes roll in the back of your head. You can’t help but turn into a moaning mess, unable to answer when he asks you how good he’s making you feel. He chuckles at the gibberish that comes out of your mouth followed by a long and strained sigh that is music to Donghyuck’s ears. “This is what you wanted, didn’t you? Getting fucked until you can’t function?” he groans before giving a sloppy kiss that can only muffle your now uncontainable whine. “Hyuck-ah.” His name is all that you can mutter as he pushes himself into you quicker and quicker. Donghyck knows that he can’t hold on any longer, not after hearing his name flowing out of your lips. “God, I want you to fuck me all the time.” you blurt out. It’s no use say that your brain can’t filter your words anymore. “All the time? Oh, don’t tempt me, y/n. I could fuck you on this couch for hours, until you can’t take it anymore.” Your mind runs wild, imagining getting stuffed with Donghyuck’s cock for hours on end, in every corner of the house. You haven’t finished yet and you’re already lusting for more. Electricity sparks throughout your body when Donghyuck balances himself on your knees, spreading your legs even further apart. “C’mon, baby. Come all over my cock, you’ve waited long enough.” He’s not wrong. Those words are enough for you to crumble under him, perceiving the familiar grip in your stomach you had longed for far too long. “That’s it baby, let go.” you can’t help but do as he says and when your high finally hits you the ungodly sounds you release are out of this world. When you finally open your eyes, you see Donghyuck still painfully hard inside of you, the pulsation almost hurting you. “Cum on me, Hyuck.” you whimper, wishing for him to feel just as good. He is more than happy to do so as he removes himself from you, discarding the condom and grabbing his member right above the space between your breasts and your stomach. “Fuck, y/n.” “Let me do it.” He lets you do as you please, letting you milk his cock with so much fervour, moaning with him, encouraging him just like he has done with you. It doesn’t take long for him to shoot his cum all over your breasts, you hum at the feeling of the warm liquid. Donghyuck takes his time to admire the sinful vision right below him. “We... are gonna need to do that again.” “Touché.”

[testingcheats0n]

Just saw a Dream apologist say that:

1. In the Pandora's box theory where evil escapes and hope remains that Tommy is the evil and Dream is hope (despite doing the terrible things he did). Because:

2. Tommy is the one who manipulated Dream first by calling him his friend (you know that shout he does 'X, Y, Z MA FRIEND!'). Yeah, I'm serious, that's considered manipulation by this person and it's also considered a worse offense than what Dream did to Tommy in exile.

3. Dream wasn't an absolute piece of shit before the George mushroom house affair (which is factually untrue, and I have the proof.) According to this person the incident was the reason he snapped and suddenly became evil.

4. That everything Dream did to Tommy in exile was a direct and equal retaliation to things Tommy did to him first (which ???) Because:

5. He wanted to protect George (factually untrue, I can prove it mathematically) because he was an innocent party and Dream's closest friend (despite recognizing that Dream actively pushed away the people he cared for)

6. Tommy does nothing but spread negativity and cause problems, continuing to do so immediately after escaping. (Stealing Technoblade's gapples is equivalent to Sapnap killing everyone's pets, or the burning of the lemon tree, per example.)

7. Tommy betrayed Techno because he actively, and wholeheartedly joined his side after wanting to remain neutral with L'manburg. (ugh)

8. That Dream is hope because he hoped to fix the server (which the author considers to be Dream's private property in its entirety, including builds and items, and is also a completely uncanonical interpretation of his actions) and Tommy is everything negative that's ever existed because he... idk, burned George's stupid house.

9. Dream is completely justified to feel as he does, because he was legitimately threatened by a 16 y/o ~who was stealing all his power~

BONUS: (Brought to you by the poster) The character progression aka legit Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts and PTSD are a good outcome and character evolution.

BONUS 2: The comment section, who got its information from fanfiction- not my words, they admitted it- says that L'manburg was founded to be a drug empire only (a terrible, terrible crime how dare they /s) and kind, noble Sapnap (who legit began some good 60% of the conflict, canonically) tried to stop the villains and that's why the war began. Also Dream was completely innocent, super lenient, did NOTHING (word for word transcription, btw) and actually didn't want to be a leader! (again factually untrue, bonus points for contradicting OP while saying they agree)

BONUS 3: A commenter expressed how as an abuse victim, the apologism going on made them uncomfortable only for the poster to ignore the person's concerns and talk about literally anything else than the implications of the post (it actually happened with 3 different people, I kid you not)

BONUS 4: "Anime taught me that the villain is just misunderstood."

I'm just wondering how we can watch the same streams and still come to such different conclusions. Especially such wrong ones. I knew that the apologists were a messy bunch, but this is actually concerning.

[spookyheaad]

Any random Tesoro headcanons?

Oh yes I do! I have a bunch written down and some just floating around in my noggin!

Some are gonna be Tesoro/Stella , and go into the “if Stella lived” AU.

One of my biggest headcanons that I’ve spoken about briefly pertaining to other headcanons is that he’s somewhat of an ambivert; he likes being around others, but also gets very drained from being around people for too long. He also tends to self-isolate at times (not relating to his ambivert tendencies) usually if his mental health is suffering. It’s apparent from “Film Gold” that Tesoro rarely makes offstage public appearances, simply by the fact that when he appears in the VIP room the background characters are shocked to see him.

So I do think that Tesoro mingles with his staff/stage crew/and obviously Tanaka, Baccarat, Dice, and Carina, but not many others (unless he has to, AKA the arrival of Celestial Dragons, or if he’s just trying to swindle some poor folks).

It’s very hard for me to believe that he ever had love for anyone else aside from Stella. Yes he has the pool girls, but they’re there to simply fulfill a need; not for any meaningful and honest connection. I genuinely think Tesoro is a walking shell of a man after Stella is gone, because I see them as being partners until the day they die. Finding someone that gives you love where it’s been absent for one’s entire life is deeply special and intimate, and Tesoro & Stella found that in each other. With that being said, that’s why it’s so upsetting to see Tesoro’s left ring finger void of one of his gold rings; in my head, he had every intention of marrying Stella; and living out the rest of his life with her by his side.

One of my favorite things is that Oda made Tesoro an Aquarius (his bday is Jan. 24th) and that is so funny to me because Aquarians are described as ppl that act like aliens trying to assimilate into human society, because they just act very cryptic and weird. They’re like Aries lite.

I say Aries lite because us Aries (my ass is an Aries lol) are balls of anger, stupidity, and spontaneity that very much can come off cryptic. Sometimes we just do weird shit. Aquarians aren’t angry, they’re kinda like, weird, yet perceptive robots. Idk all I’ve seen about the Aquarius sign is that they’re insanely cryptic.

On the topic of Zodiac signs, I think Stella would be a Libra or a Gemini, mainly because Libras and Geminis are very compatible with Aquarians. Still not sure which sign I’m set on making Stella, though.

I think I’ve talked about this briefly in another Tesoro/Stella headcanon post; they both are incredibly gentle towards one another. They yearn to touch each other, to feel each other’s warmth. It’s an extremely gentle affair between the two of them.

One thing I think they very much like to do when alone together is to kiss each other’s scars. The action of doing so is not only a show of intimate affection, but they are silently telling each other that they are still beautiful and worth being loved. Tesoro and Stella are both very self conscious of their scars around each other; it reminds them of the past, their insecurities, their lost time. I headcanon Tesoro as being very keen of physical touch. As much as some tactile actions frighten him, he yearns for it; sweet and thoughtful caressing of skin, soft admiration, and the feeling of another warm body. This is also why I believe him to be a big hugger/cuddler; he will try to hug Stella whenever he has the chance, and they both like to wrap themselves up in their bedcover while they fall asleep in each other’s embrace. A safe little cocoon.

If Stella lived, Tesoro would’ve been a very kind, quiet, and humble man while offstage. I wouldn’t exactly say shy, but he would act different around guests and strangers, apart from if he were around his subordinates, Carina, Stella, or his band. He would’ve kept his friends very close, and Stella even closer.

Some general headcanons that can apply with or without the AU or the Tesoro/Stella ship. Some more standalone hc’s:

- Tesoro is an avid reader. He’s more street smart than book smart, but he is able to apply both quite effectively. He’s a cunning and capable man; a great problem solver, obviously very well spoken, and well read.

- I honestly think he is not very good at mathematics. I say this because 1. he ran away from home at 12, so he probably only had a basic education, if any at all due to how poor his family was, and 2. he is very much a liberal arts person, so the creative side of the brain is his strong point. So don’t ask him to do any complicated formulas cause it won’t happen lol.

- I personally don’t believe that he drinks in excess; he’s a responsible drinker, only ever has a glass or two of champagne when drinking socially. But I think he is like this because he used to drink heavily to numb himself. He’d get very drunk and have breakdowns. One instance he drank so heavily that he almost died of alcohol poisoning, so he stopped. He also currently refuses to drink too much because he doesn’t want to end up like his mother; a violent, abusive, nasty drunk.

- on the topic of Tesoro’s tumultuous relationship with his mother: it’s fairly clear to me through the concept art of Tesoro’s mother, that she was physically abusive while drunk; as she is depicted throwing a beer bottle across the room. Tesoro definitely had to steer clear of her when she went out to drink, probably had to mentally prepare himself to hear her go on rants and say terrible things about him.

- I also see Tesoro as an extremely lonely and insecure man. The happy persona is just a mask for his guests. It’s hard for him to want to interact with people because of his past, especially when he must greet the Celestial Dragons aboard Gran Tesoro. I honestly believe that he needs to bring Tanaka and Baccarat with him to meet the nobles as a sort of anchor, because having to greet and genuflect to them is no doubt extremely triggering to him.

That’s all I got for now, but I have so much Tesoro content planned, writing, art, and more!!

Thank you for the ask ❤️, feel free to hop in my ask box whenever you like!!

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| This Is Odd

Summary: sometimes coming to a high school when your not supposed to has some... odd features

Warnings: rant about black hole, DRUGS, small RAPE MENTION, languange, OD (overdose), and idk

“Yeah his brother is like Indian or something, which makes absolutely no sense” you heard from a distance, you turned and followed the voice, finding one of your classmates, crowded with other ones.

Ding ding

“Class class- we have a new student!” Your teacher, let’s call her ms Barbra. You sat in the back of the class, not wanting any attention of the sort. “His name is Ben Perkins!” The student stepped up, an awkward smile across his lips as he looked through the class.

“Everyone say hi!” “Hi Ben” “hey Ben” class said one or another, expect you of course. “Go ahead and find yourself an open seat” Ben took his time but made his way to the back, sitting in between you and a girl that was your..... friend? You are cold but she got along with you pretty well, I guess.

About 20 minutes in, you look over the class, eyes cold and in an over-sized dark green sweater, black biker shorts, and a over-sized plain black shirt that came down just revealing a few inches of your shorts.

“What the fuck is your problem?” The girl asked, Tracey. “Okay so I’m Spider-Man, if you want me to be honest yeah” Ben shrugged. “Your fuckin nuts” she whispered, leaving Ben chuckling.

“You hear this bullshit y/n?” Tracey asked, making both of them turn to you. “Eh, don’t really care about it” “so you don’t like Spider-Man?” Ben whispered. “No, I don’t like anything, or anyone, except for Tracey, isn’t know why but I really like her” “as in-“ “no dipshit” you turned to him, giving him that cold stare, he stopped looking at you and cleared his throat, looking at Tracey panicked as she only shrugged.

You walked through the cafiteria, computer in hand as your hair bounced with each walk, sitting down at a table alone you open your computer. “Can we sit here?” “Don’t care” you heard bags drop on the table as you look up, “Spider-Man huh?” You looked at Ben and he nodded, “ID please” “I don’t think-“ “I’m not trying to fuckin rob you or anything, just give me the ID” you looked at Ben, you made eye contact as he tried not to fail.

“Fuck” he lost when you raised your eyebrows at him, he took out the ID and handed it to you. “Let’s get this out of the bag, you aren’t Ben Perkins, who is stupid enough to give someone that name-“ “ouch” “this ID, made, of course it is, it’s the school ID, is it?” You mostly talked to yourself, Ben and Tracey just starring at you as you were in detective mode.

“What’s your real name?” “Should I be giving this information?” You snapped your fingers at him “that’s a fake accent, your brother is indian” “he was adopted” “shut up” you type in your computer ‘soon to be Spider-Man’ “any trailers out yet?” “No” “aha” you scrolled down on marvels Instagram, clicking it “this is fun, I should do this more often” you nod to yourself, you scroll down to the Spider-Man post “Tom holland, so it’s true?” You turn the computer, “duchess, your from the UK” Tracey scrolls through the computer reading it.

“How would you know that” “you came to a geniuses school didn’t you?” You smirk. “How long you gonna be here?” “For about three more days” “there’s a party” Tracey smiles. “Tracey no, Thomas is like 19,20” “I’m 19 and how did you know my name is-“ “because your from the UK, duchess, it makes sense”

“Hey ms Johnson can I get some water?” You ask, Tom and Tracey behind you. “Yeah sure huh you know where it is” the office manager smiled at you, you smiled back and grabbed a cup, instantly going to the coffee machine. “That isn’t water” “want one?” You ask them, they all nod. “Okay so like, what’s going on, how did you get here, and why?”

“My British humor is something that people don’t get” Tom smiled. “Yeah... I bet” Tracey mugged Tom, he looked at her as in ‘what did I do?’ “Are you coming to the party?” Tracey asks you. “Is there drugs?” You say, standing infront of the coffee machine and turning back to her, your lower lip puckered. “Your an addict” “I have my problems” you shrugged, handing the black coffee to Tom as he grabbed the things he needed for the coffee.

“Are you?” He asked, looking back at you. “I’ve been clean for.....yeah I don’t know” you shrugged, know handing one to Tracey. “Is that a good I don’t know” “no she literally likes to wipe her memory- I’m suprised you haven’t OD’ed yet” “in your dreams Tracey, in your dreams” you smiled, now coming over with them and making the coffee, until the door opened.

“I thought you only wanted some Y/n?” “Hey, the more the merrier am I right?” You winked at her, “whatever” she playfully said, closing the door. “And you call yourself a genius right?” “Sometimes duchess, why?” “I’m pretty sure geniuses don’t do drugs” “but geniuses do find out when a fraud enters their school, and cracks the case under 20 minutes” you glared at him “touché” he cheered his drink at you. “I really hope you don’t plan on skipping this party y/n” “ayo, I’ll think about it trace- how about you pretty boy, you comin?” “What’s the age range” “we are both eighteen, as long as you don’t thot around you’ll be fine” you smile at him as he nervously chuckles.

“The black hole, do you know what you’d find?” The teacher asks, nobody knew. “You guys suck” you said out loud, standing up and taking the marker from the teacher you drew a black whole. “Black whole, if you went in you wouldnt find anything, it’s called the black whole for a reason, it’s basically a planet vacuum, if we ever got to close we would be sucked in” you explained. “And that would take us to the fifth dimension, this black whole” you hit the drawing “can pop up anywhere, it can take the sun, Mars, I’m suprised it didn’t take Pluto yet, but what you didn’t know is” everyone paying attention to you “there’s multiple versions of yourself, beck give me a fruit” “orange” “see, there’s another reality, deminsion- whatever where you said apple, or even lemon, or even grapefruit. Now let’s not get off topic, but there’s like four different deminsions, if you were to enter and go to earth, you’d probably find another one of yourself, maybe the same, maybe different, but there’s a reality, a dimension where you didn’t have gravity, where you don’t live on oxygen, where you don’t have to live on water, but as the time passes, things change, puberty, teeth, clothes, everything, so imagine before Christ, what was here?” “We don’t know” “read about it, anyways, not to get religious or anything but Adam and Eve, eve being the dumb person she is she ate the apple, then she tricked Adam into it, but god didn’t set up any kind of snake so where did it come from?” “Satan, who is a fallen angel, this makes absolutely no sense” “shut up and let me explain. Imagine a different deminsion, one where you can’t make mistakes because really, earth is what we make it, we as a community are fucking up this planet, so in the different dimension what are some things that would be in there, duchess” “I-uh, no plastic out in public for animals?” “Yes, good job, what else?” “Green grass” and a whole bunch of other answers. “Correct, but there has to be one bad thing right...? Sinning, we do sins everyday but we are human, but if we were in this dimension... that would be the definition of human, but why would god make this ‘black whole’? He must want us to go in, right? Or are we the adams, the eves, the fallen angels, the angels who are still here, having to face consequences. Getting sucked in this black whole makes you get lost, it’s obvious that we shouldn’t go in, because anyone who have probably died, because the black hole is everlasting, here, this is where we stay, the fifth deminsion is where you don’t go, thank you” Tracey slowly started to clap as everyone else did, some standing up as you turned around looking at the board, noticing you impulsively drew a lot of notes on it. “Well, that was a lesson but also some intresting theories, thanks for sharing y/n. I guess that sums it up” the teacher shrugs, “no actually the fifth deminsion is a five-dimensional space is a space with five dimensions. If interpreted physically, that is one more than the usual three spatial dimensions and the fourth dimension of time used in relativistic physics. It is an abstraction which occurs frequently in mathematics, where it is a legitimate construct,” you make you way back to the seat. “So you are a nerd! I fuckin knew it” Tracey whisper yelled. “I’m not a nerd!” “Oh you so are a nerd” “shut up duchess!”

It’s the day of the party, and you aren’t that exited.

You sighed “I’m not wearing this Tracey” you say, in the body con dress. “You look good!” “I look like a box” you glared at her, “you going just like that, let me-“ “your not doing my hair, leave it” you looked in the mirror “at least have a side part” “fine”

Most people dancing, others drinking, Tom, Tracey, drinking. “I’m not gonna ya know Uh-drink” “now that’s not y/n, I have never heard you say that before” “well maybe- fine” you shrugged, looking over you found a bowl full with pills, you sighed as you walked over, taking two handfuls and slipping them into your pocket, walking back over they both look at you as if your crazy “hey I’m gonna take my time with these!” They still looked at you crazy, Tom taking a sip of the beer. “I’m hungry” you muttered, going to the kitchen and opening the freezer getting pizza rolls, pulling out a pan and slapping a whole bunch on and popping them in the oven. While you waited you looked at the heavy pills in your pockets, taking one out you slipped it in your mouth, just curios. “Oh fuck me” you were clean for about a week, now giving up made you feel like a pussy, you waited for the pills to kick in, the purple and pink lights getting bigger and seeing spots “fuck- how psychedelic is this?” You asked yourself, your dirty converse helping you stand. “I should go upstairs” you whispered to yourself, this wasn’t that strong but the colors really got you.

The oven went off.

The beeps and the distant music, a smile across your face as your steps stuttered “excu me, haha!l you smiled, grabbing a towel and pulling out the hot pockets, grabbing a large bowl you put them in, making your way back to your friends Tracey was gone. “Heyyyy, where she goooo!” You said. “You don’t look okay, hot pockets?” Tom said. “Take one please” you slipped in your pocket and handed him a pill. “I can’t I have a job I’m not really suppose to be here-“ “it’ll make you so happy, look at me! I feel great, please” you now begged, his jaw clenched as he looked around, he put the beer down, taking the single pill and placing it in his tongue and swallowing “good let’s go upstairs!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him to the stairs and going up whole the other was filled with hot pockets.

You searched the rooms “oh-sorry!” Until you found a room, you pulled Tom in, closing the door behind both of you and locking it. The pill wasn’t strong for him either, so you both were pretty sober. ‘Tame impalas borderline song booming through the walls. “So?” He asked, throwing himself on the bed. “Aren’t you happy” you said, sitting on the bed, placing the pizza rolls down. “I don’t really feel anything honestly” he shrugged. “I have more” you smiled at him, taking two out. “Open” you smiled, he sat up and opened his mouth, placing his tongue out, you placed it right on it “don’t swallow” you placed one on yours. “Now” you both swallowed, sitting there as it really now hit you. “I hope you don’t become like me” “I really wanna kiss you” you looked at him confused. “I think your smartness is really, really sexy” “Thomas your high” “you are too” “I-“ you take out another one ‘god please don’t let me overdose’ you thought. “I’m not that high Thomas” “then join me” he took your hand, you looked at the pill, “this-this can’t hurt me, I’ve done more then-“ “please y/n, I don’t wanna be hanging here” you looked at him, eyes watering “I’m scared” “don’t be, I’m right here darling” he wiped your tears away. “I-I just don’t want to die” “you won’t, I’ll be here, I promise” “Tom your high right now, I” “take it” you looked at him then at the pill, putting it in your mouth you swallowed. “I don’t want to die” “it’s to late, you took it” he reminds you, were you imagining this whole thing? “I fucking love you, I want to fuck you” soon someone’s else’s face popped up, his name is bray “I love you, I’m so sorry” “you rapped me you prick, I hate you” he pinned you to the bed, the leds purple as his face was there, you spit in his face “I’m so sorry, I love you so much I did it because I love you- I-I’m sorry”

“Y/n? What’s happening” Tom said, you throwing up in the floor, he instantly sobered. “Get off me!” You screamed and bray, he is still pinning you on the bed. “Y/n!” You fell to the floor. “I love you so much, I did it all for you, for us” bray yelled at you, your heart feeling heavy. You body shook. “Y/n are you having a seizure?! Help! Help!” Tom screamed, your body on the floor shaking, laying down next to your vomit, you choking on it. “Please get off of me” you begged, tears falling down your cheeks as you gave up, your vision blurry. “Your gonna die, nobody is gonna morn you, 6 feet under, no one to save you, not even Spider-Man, you pussy” he smiled at your weak figure.

Tom pushed through people, finding Tracey “y/n is dying in need your help!” He screamed over the music, traceys bottle falling as he pulled her upstairs, “CALL 911! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU!” Tracey screamed through the music, Tom pulling her to the room your body is on the ground, still shaking and choking on your spit, it made Tracey fall to her knees, “911 is being called I- how many did she take?” “Three full pills” Tom said, dropping to your side, trying to sit you up as he choked on his sobs “fuck,” he just looked at you.

You woke up.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You looked over and found duchess and Tracey, both of their eyes red and blankets covering their bodies, just starring at you. “What happened?” You asked. “You overdosed” a single tear ran down Toms face as he looked away from you. “We only knew each other for three days, why are you crying duchess?” You smiled. “I- I honestly don’t know, I feel like I knew you my whole life and seeing you, almost dead it just breaks me” “your parents couldn’t see you like this, they just went outside” “you guys slept overnight here?” “Yeah we did” Tracey weakly smiled. “I’m gonna sober, you don’t have to worry about me” “yes we do, we wanna help, and we are” Tom smiled at you, sitting next to you on the hospital bed, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. “I’m sorry” you whispered, tears filling your eyes as your parents came in. “It isn’t your fault” your mom reassured. “Yes it is, I just keep walking in these traps and I- I’m just slipping away piece by piece, what if I’m just cheating death, what if I’m not supposed to be here?” You said, the tears now collapsing. “Don’t say that, we aren’t losing you” Tom whispered, the 19 year old looking down at the 18 year old, not losing her yet.

He doesn’t know why he feels this way about you, he just got hooked, it was amazing at first but know that he knows what’s going on is even better, letting him seeing you vulnerable is making baby steps into something, right?

“Yeah sat next to this pretty girl and she said what’s your problem. I told her im Spider-Man, your fuckin nuts she said, then she turned to her friend who is the most intelligent, beautifulest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on, then she found out who I was, called me duchess, yeah I had the best three days, then left, but hey that’s how I have my girlfriend now” everyone clapped and let out some ‘aws’ “and you met this girl at the school you say?” Graham Norton says. “Yep she was a senior, 18” “the one who called you fuckin nuts or?” Jake said making everyone laugh “no the one who cracked my code under 20 minutes, and ya know it’s crazy, I had a good accent but she found out!” He stuck his hands out and everyone laughed again. “Hey you went to a genius school didn’t you” “yeah... she is one genius still to this day”

[dumbthinmint]

Math Analysis of the Henrik Vid

Disclaimer: It’s been a few years since I took calculus, so I may not be 100% correct here.

I think the major thing to see here is that he's working with T (time) and that he's got an equation that includes (Tdest-Torg), with would imply he's trying to find a way to get to a destination time from an origin time.

In addition, the fact that there’s π in this equation implies that we are working with circles somehow. We all know Anti loves himself some circles, but that’s only part of the issue here. I’m leaning towards time loops, perhaps? 

Finally, he’s working with a capital sigma, which is what you use for a summation. It’s the thing where you take a pattern of numbers and then a certain range of numbers within this pattern together. The range is indicated by the numbers on the top and bottom of the sigma. In this case, those numbers are 0 and infinity. 

Henrik is dividing his time travel equation by the infinite sum of (1/2n+1). Or at least, I THINK that’s 2n+1 at the bottom there. Summations usually use “n” as the variable for Reasons that I don’t fully understand, and for some reason, these summations really love doing things with (2n+/- 1). Idk it’s been a while since I’ve taken Calculus. 

Interestingly, because the infinite sum thing is on the dividing side of the equation within the summation, the answer is surprisingly easy: 1. Or at least, a number that is constantly approaching 1 but never gets exactly there. This is something called a limit. 

He then multiplies it by 4, making the new equation T=  π(Tdest - Torg)/4. If we assume that Tdest is where he wants to go and Torg is where he is right now, the number within the parenthesis would be how far he wants to move. Let’s call that number Tdif for now. 

T=  π(Tdif)/4 

OR

T= (π/4) * Tdif

π/4 is an ANGLE in RADIANS. It’s equal to 45 degrees. 

When multiplying π/4 by anything, imagine you’re spinning a clock a quarter of the way around each time. Four times would make a full loop around, and then it’d start over again. However, the repeated instances are still important depending on what type of math you’re doing. 

This doesn’t give us any clear information on why Henrik’s trying to travel back to March 25th, 2017, but I think this long, mathematical mess does heavily imply one critical thing:

Henrik is trying to figure out time travel, but all of his equations just keep creating time loops instead. 

Fucking Circles.

One last side note:

While I can't find anything from March 25th, 2017 on Youtube or Instagram, I think it is significant that this date is before KJSE. Henrik may be trying to go back and change things somehow, hence why he would be frustrated at the time loops he keeps creating. 

Interestingly, however, March 25th, 2017 is also before Chase’s first video... and on March 24th, 2017, there’s a pic of Sean wearing the original Chase hat on Instagram.

@viostormcaller​ @a-septic-mind​ @isa-ghost​ 

[ismoveme]

A dumb theory but...

Tl;dr Douxie is a (white) man who has never supported oppressors and thinks white supremacy is a load of bull.

I don’t normally write long posts, so just here me out okay. 

So we know that Douxie is ~919 years old. And we know that for his early years, he most likely lived in fear of being prosecuted for something he couldn’t control: magic. That is, until Merlin took him under his wing. I would like to think that, although he lived for long, Douxie doesn’t remember much of his life other than his fear of being prosecuted, the stuff he learned, and major events involving discrimination.

I have this theory that Merlin orders Douxie to travel to other parts of the world because he needs to “broaden his worldview to become a true master” or some shit. (I can totally imagine a “But Master” moment). By this time, Camelot can fly so we know this is completely possible.

-He first studies with the Celtics, then the Vikings. Then he moves to Russia, then to East Asia, India, and then Arabia. I’m sure he learns all about mathematics and science from the South Asian and Arabian wizards. Also, at some point he chills with some Djinn (cuz they can be either bad or good, or even neutral; humans can’t see him, but maybe he can cuz he has wizard powers BUT there is no summoning shit cuz that’s not a real thing). 

-Then he goes to South America, where he learns all about the Aztec and Incan gods, and all that good jazz, before moving to North America to learn from Native tribes like the Cherokee and the Tongva/Kizh. From here, Douxie travels back and forth between the Americas and Africa, until he eventually settles in North America because he finds Natives in America to be the coolest and that’s where the next Trollhunter will be (idk this is me just bullshitting).

-He goes around the world to learn magic, but since he’s a clumsy mess, all he’s ever really done in mundane society is mop floors at restaurants. There might be the occasional royal interaction with like idk the Mughals or Ming Emperor or the Genghis Khan, but not much. (Maybe he met Marco Polo but thought he was a douche idk). This also helps develop his emo aesthetic because he’s just a commoner sharing angst with his coworkers.

-But by being a commoner he discovers underground magic peeps, which is where he meets Zoe, and since Douxie’s always gone to study they have a slow burn friendship-to lovers? relationship. Also, he’s supposed to seem all suave because of Trollhunters Pt 3, but really he’s still an awkward boi and Zoe knows all of this and thinks its funny.

-I’m also gonna say, since he’s multilingual, he’s had to learn with dragons and the different dialects of draconic based on European, Mesopotamian, Asian and Polynesian dragons. This could also have helped build up his fear of Charlemagne the Devourer, because he could be globally infamous. Also who’s to say he didn’t pick up Portuguese or Housa, or some old language that he’s forgotten because of lack of use.

-Also, I think Douxie knows all kinds of classical music, but prefers rock/heavy metal/punk because it’s a relatively new style of music that helps him express his pAIn.

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Why did I say all this? Because this sets up his worldview. He would have seen death of millions of Natives to the Americas and the horrendous slave trade going on. Douxie would have seen things like the Haitian revolution, the Salt March in India (and might have also thought Gandhi was a prick), the Mongol take over of the Song dynasty, and the Rwandan genocide. And although he might not remember stuff like how people were like, he definitely would have remembered his own oppression (since it had a lasting impact on his childhood). And he totally would be on the progressive side. He most likely gained socially from his skin color during things like colonization, slavery and imperial expansion. But because of that, he had more ability to influence his white peers. Heck, he might have even actively fought against the ruling government with his fellow common people. (idk about his pov on the Irish Republican Army since he’s still British, but he might be too far removed to support any one group)

SO fast-forward to 2020. Douxie would definitely support BLM. And he probably thinks the rising white supremacists all over the world annoying and confusing, mostly because he doesn’t why they would be so hung-up on being white when there’s things like Chinese food. He would also not support the forced encampment of Uighurs in China.

Of course, feel free to agree, disagree, whatever. I just want my favorite character rn to be an ally. We can all stan an unproblematic king, so that’s what I hope he is. I also want an excuse to draw Douxie in old timey ethnic clothing, so yeah….

[ikeservant]

Hey I'm back once again hehe LOVE YOUR STUFF!!❤️❤️ I think I got another fun one this time.. reactions for Kenshin, Ieyasu, and Mitsunari with an MC who comes from a physically open culture. They often give everyone friendly hugs to all the warlords, and just generally very comfortable with friendly physical touch. Would they be confused? Jealous? No rush, hehe thank you so much all the time!😘😘

Holy smokes I love this! Thank you so much for giving me prompts/requests! They’re so fun to do!! ^o^ I love hugging friends and will cuddle and sit on my friends’ laps so I’m getting weak just thinking about these bois reactions lol

Kenshin: Would be uncomfortable with it at first. Nobody really gives him physical touches and his signs of affection with people he cares about like Sasuke he wants to spar with or threatens to kill them, so yeah he would be VERY confused when he and MC start being friends and hanging out. Before MC leaves the restaurant they’re at they gives him a hug goodbye. “I-is this an attack move? Very bold to do so in broad daylight against the God of War.” MC looks so confused, “Where I come from we hug all our friends goodbye.” “I don’t like it…It makes me feel warm and tingly inside.” (basically the whole thing is Spongebob’s FUN song with Plankton (Kenshin)). When he realizes that the warm feeling is physical affection he realizes how touch starved he is and how much he craves that sort of affection. When he and MC become a couple, MC gets summoned every single time Kenshin is in a bad mood and is making Sasuke’s, Yukimura’s, and Shingen’s lives a living hell because MC has “the magic touch”. Just their warm, friendly, gentle hand would clear his vision and calm the storm in his head. He would most likely get jealous if MC was physically affectionate because he couldn’t STAND having another man wrapping their grubby, wolfish arms around his precious MC, taking advantage of MC’s kindness for their sick pleasure (boi calm down). Over time he’d realize that he can’t force MC to contain themselves in showing friendly affection, and realizes there’s a difference between friendly love and touches and romantic physical affection (that’s reserved for Kenshin-boi 😉) After communicating and sorting things out, he would allow MC to hug those dear to them (if the dude squeezes back in the hug there might be war). Probably would be fine with MC giving hugs and back pats to Sasuke and Yukimura since he trusts them the most and would never even THINK about seducing MC *glares at Shingen*.

Ieyasu: Idk why but something about him makes every cuddly person (including me)want to hug and poke. And MC is no exception. The first time was when he heard MC slammed their hand into a sliding door and he went into their room with some salve and ice with instructions, finding MC cradling their swollen-knuckled hand. “You can’t even work a door right. Unbelievable. I don’t want you making that weird scowling face at your hand anymore so here’s something to lessen the swelling so you don’t make that dumb face.” “Y-you came to help me? That’s something a true friend would do.” MC would beam up, touched at Ieyasu’s action, warranting a nice glopping hug. Ieyasu would stiffen his whole body and suck all the air he could in his lungs, flabberghasted. “Did you get injected with Mitsunari blood or something? What the hell is this?” “My bad…where I come from it’s just common to be physically affectionate. Sorry it offended you.” MC looked at the floor like a kicked puppy. “I guess if you really need to, as a last resort, come to me if you need a hug or anything. ONLY because you being sad would ruin castle morale” (suuree). Would be weirded out that MC just hugs people so openly, are they just naïve and vulnerable? When Ieyasu finds that their touch and affection is on his mind 24/7 and cannot mask his feelings, he confesses and sure enough MC felt the same. In the beginning of the relationship, he’d be in a grumpier mood whenever MC would hug the other warlords or put their hand on their shoulder but would not admit it, just being a passive aggressive hedgehog about it. MC being perceptive confronted him, reassuring him that that’s just how MC communicates affection to friends, making him realize that he cannot control the friendly, physically affectionate person he loved because that’s what made him love and admire them in the first place. A compromise was made that MC could hug and pat all the warlords and all of their friends as long as MC held his hand whenever they’re together, which embarrassed him hella at first but after a short while it was a win-win because Ieyasu gets to enjoy almost constant physical affection in a way none of the other warlords get to do with MC and MC gets to be physically close to their mans.

Mistunari: Would be one of the most okay warlords with this. Since he grew up to be polite and courteous, he would be confused at first when MC hugged him goodbye after their buddy reading sessions, not knowing how to react. When MC saw how puzzled he was MC explained that hugs and friendly touches were how people in their culture communicated and was normal. Being the curious scholar he is, he would ask more about the culture and customs that people did where MC came from. Boi may not remember names well but he sure remembered everything MC told him. “So, would you like it if I gave you these friendly hugs and touches?” “Only if you want to!” All the warlords knew that MC liked to give hugs, but Mitsunari was the first to initiate one, making them think they were a couple. “No MC told me it’s normal to hug friends. See, I’ll hug Ieyasu right now” “Don’t you f*cking dare”. Would be super fine with hugs and physical affection until he started to feel flustered and having a rapid heart rate when MC did those things until he couldn’t focus on anything, making him go to Hideyoshi for help. Hideyoshi had to tell the oblivious angel that that’s what having a crush and having romantic feelings is. He explained his feelings to MC, making MC happy since they were giving Mitsunari the most hugs for a reason. They would constantly be attached at the hip all the time since they’re just affectionate marshmallows at heart, making him not mind when they left his side to give their friends hugs. When he’s stressed with making strategies and in a zone of intense focus, MC’s warm hand on his back lifts the heavy burden off his shoulders. At the beginning of a banquet, MC started hugging greetings with all the warlords, which at first he was super fine with but as time went on boi was touch starved and felt weird since he doesn’t ever get jealous. When he explains what’s going on MC explains that it sounds like jealousy, and instead of brooding on his feelings make it a mathematics game: for every warlord MC touches = one kiss for Mitsunari by the end of the night. Strategist Mitsu liked these numbers. “I think Hideyoshi needs a friendly pat on the back, MC.” (There were a lot of kisses that night).

[the-bluerecluse]

The Perfect Party (Part 1)

Sanders Sides - LAMP/CALM

Summary: Prince Roman and his loves: the Wizard Logan and the Cleric Patton have seemingly the perfect adventuring party... until they have an urgent quest with a need for skills they don’t have in a seedy town. That’s when they meet a mysterious stranger who may be able to help.

A/N: hey so i know i do everything in parts and it often takes forever to update and im sorry but i wrote 3k+ words and as i was writing this turned from a drabble to the start of a huge adventure fic so take what i got so far *collapses*

Warnings for mention of killing monsters/creatures/ and people but no graphic scenes... yet I think (listen i dont know where this story is going i just go with it), cursing, knives, i guess? idk

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Roman had the perfect party.

Patton, the cute one. The healer. His empathetic personality fueled his cleric abilities for powerful rejuvenating spells.

Logan, the smart one. The wizard. Their little wonder nerd has studied the depths of magic and spells and can speak foreign incantations like they’re nothing.

Then, there is of course, Prince Roman. The hot one. The knight. The tank. The powerful warrior! He could take hits and deal out bigger ones.

Together they have battled dragons, ogres, hordes and hordes of mutants, and infiltrated ancient dungeon with traps and danger at every corner!

Yes, they were indeed, the perfect party.

“What do you mean you don’t know where it is?!”

“Roman, just because you dub me ‘the smart one’ doesn’t mean I know everything. I specialize in history, mathematics, magic, science, and writing... Not who has what thing in a random town off the map!” Logan growled and clenched the map in his hand.

“Need I remind you we kind of need that amulet to SAVE THE CITY!”

“I KNOW that, Roman. You yelling at me doesn’t make it any better!”

“Guys!” Patton stepped between the two of them. “Fighting doesn’t solve anything. Besides, why don’t we just ask around?”

“You’re so cute.” Roman pat Patton’s head. “We’re in Idious. This town is full of thieves and ne’er-do-wells. If they find out about the power of this amulet, they’ll hunt it down so they can sell it.”

Logan stepped forward. “Which is WHY, you should keep your voice down!”

Patton winced and put a hand on both their chests. “Calm down, I know tensions are high, but we love each other.” He quickly pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks. “It’ll be okay, we just need to sit and think about how to track it.”

“Why can’t you just use magic to track it like you did with that stupid language stone?!”

“That was different! And first of all, it was not a stupid language stone, it was a transcendental relic with the key to deciphering any language or code!”

“Blah blah blah, who cares what it was, just track the amulet!”

“It cannot be tracked, I’ve explained this! For a magical item to be tracked it has to be giving off a magical signal, this is a key item not a power source!”

“It would’ve been nice if you explained that earlier.”

“I did, you were too busy talking about yourself to notice!”

“I was not!”

Patton sighed and sat on the grass, waiting out this little quarrel between lovers.

Perfect party.

Patton reached into his satchel and grabbed an apple for a snack. He sighed before taking a bite and glancing around.

Town of ne’er do well was right. Everyone nearby looked ready to stab you in the back. The thought made Patton shiver.

While looking around he examined the buildings. Kind of decrepit, as if no one really cared to keep them happy. It was sort of sad...

Wait, what was that?

Patton squinted at the roof of the tavern. There was a face- a person!

A man was crouched on the roof.

They made eye contact.

And the man smirked before ducking away.

Patton blinked. Strange...

“You are so ignorant!”

“You’re so stuck up!”

“That’s funny coming from you!”

“Funny that I’m telling the truth?!”

By this time Patton had chewed his apple till it was nothing but a core. He tossed it to the side and stood up. “Guess I’ll check us in at the inn.”

Patton walked into the inn a bit sheepish, feeling out of place with all the strange characters.

“Uh... 3 beds for tonight... please?”

The man over the counter tightened his gaze. “Six silver.”

Patton pulled out the aforementioned currency and gently set it on the counter.

The man paused and looked over the coins before swiping them into his hands. “Beds upstairs. Don’t cause trouble and I won’t have to kill you.”

“Heh... that’s a funny joke.” Patton gave a nervous laugh. The man just stared and shifted his jaw.

He wasn’t joking.

Patton shuffled out of the inn and back to his party... which was still a cacophony of meaningless arguing.

“I thought you said you could figure this out?”

“I am figuring it out you, arrogant Prince!”

“How do you suppose we find it, huh?”

“We can’t!”

“But we have to-”

“No!” Logan growled. “WE can’t. We need to find someone who can. Look around, we’re in a town of thieves, meaning there will most likely be rogues. Rogues can track, stay hidden, and steal an amulet with ease.”

“We can’t trust these peasants!” Roman protested. Patton gasped at the term and slapped his arm.

“They’re pretty much our only hope at this point.”

“Says you.”

“Yeah, the smart one, as you have dubbed me, does say so!”

Patton grabbed both of the men’s shoulders before the argument started anew. “Okay, great, find a rogue. No arguing.”

Logan and Roman groaned as they were quite literally dragged into the inn before Patton let them go.

Roman adjusted his tunic and eyed the innkeeper. “Hello there, good sir. Might you have any information on where to find a rogue who may aid us?”

The innkeep looked them up and down and held out his hand. “I need a little... compensation first.”

Roman tilted hid head and Logan groaned before snatching a couple silver pieces and tossing them onto the counter.

The innkeep grinned.

“The tavern’s full of assassins for hire if that’s what you’re lookin’ for.”

Patton gasped and bit his lip. “No, we don’t want to kill-”

Roman waved him off. “What if we need someone to find an amu-”

Logan stomped on Roman’s foot, making him shut his mouth before butting it. “Something we’ve lost.”

The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “Not many of us specialize in item trackin’. You’ll need a pure rogue for that kinda job, not really an assassin. Might find a few, but depending on the item prices can be high.”

Patton deflated, fishing in his pockets to grasp just a few more silver. “Wouldn’t they do it out of the goodness of their hearts?”

The innkeeper let out a deep belly laugh before tightening his gaze. “You ain’t from ‘round here are ya? Look, you need service, you pay. That’s how it works. ‘nless of course that idiot ‘vigilante’ takes pity on ya, ha!”

That caught the party’s attention. “Vigilante?”

“He ain’t no vigilante, might think he is but he ain’t. Piece of shit acts like he’s high and mighty, all self righteous over us cause he discriminates clients. To me just sounds like bad business, but he decides if a job is ‘moral’ or ‘ethical’ or whatever the fuck. Taunts us too like were lesser or somethin’. If i ever seen him again ill pound him shitless. Unfortunately, he’s like a fucking shadow. You'll never see him unless he wants you to see him.” The man swiped the coins into his arms. “That’s all ya get. Your friend already paid for your beds. Now get outta my sight.”

The three scurried outside.

“You hear that? A vigilante! Perfect for this mission!” Roman cheered, to which Logan shushed him again.

“How do we even know he was telling the truth? Much less how we would lure some elusive shadow rogue out of hiding to do a job for practically nothing?” Logan retorted.

“I don’t know, you tell me oh, ‘wise wizard’!”

“Don’t you start with-”

Patton yipped and ran between the two before yet another argument could break out. “Could you please not start arguing again?!” He broke out his best puppy dog eyes. No magic behind them, but they could make the strongest warrior or smartest wizard bow their heads.

The two sighed.

“Yeah, I suppose I could for you, Patton.”

“As will I refrain from arguments.”

Patton sighed a breath of relief. “Let’s just get to our beds. We’ll figure this out in the morning.”

The three trudged back into the inn, avoiding the innkeepers stare, to their beds of decent enough quality.

...

The night was surprisingly quiet. Not even the cicadas seemed to want to disturb the stillness.

Roman and Logan had refrained from butting heads even once before bed, simply sliding into the questionable cushions and laying down their heads for rest.

Patton felt himself drifting in and out of sleep as if something was there keeping him awake.

He had a spell of deep sleep before awaking with something on his face. Patton grabbed it and sat up rubbing his eyes. It was parchment.

“Meet me on the roof. Bring the two guys who keep screaming.”

Patton stood from his bed.

“Guys? Guys!”

Logan and Roman groaned and turned to Patton.

“I got a note from someone who wants to meet on the roof. What if its the vigilante?!”

“Perfect, this is our chance!” Roman bolted from his bed.

“Are you sure this is wise?” Logan stepped forward and examined the note for any hidden message or signature.

“Who cares? We NEED a rogue for this mission.”

Logan looked up from the note with a heavily unamused expression. “I assume this is referring to me and Roman?”

Roman grabbed the note and scanned it. “Well you were pretty loud, Logan.”

Logan growled before Patton shoved a finger in his face. “Not now. We need to meet this guy.”

With a boost from Roman, Logan and Patton were able to crawl out their window and onto the roof before pulling Roman up with them.

“This doesn’t seem safe.” Patton winced at the height.

“Neither does meeting a stranger on the roof.”

Roman was about to retort when they head a small chuckle.

“You guys really do fight about everything.” Came an amused voice.

“Show yourself, vigilante!” Roman declared as Logan facepalmed.

“Nah. Don’t feel like it.” The voice paused. “Vigilante, huh? So some of the pigs down under squealed did they?”

“We didn’t encounter any pigs.” Logan spoke slowly.

“It’s an expression. Let’s see. You’re a well studied wizard with a knack for spells and world history, right?”

“Do... do you know us?”

The voice seemed to ignore Logan and moved on.

“And you. A well mannered and soft hearted younger boy with extraordinary healing abilities.”

The three became wary and got in a defensive stance. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“And you. A strong prince with a stronger will and an even stronger ego.”

“Hey!” Roman snapped, though Patton laughed.

“You need an item tracked right? Princey there was about to say amulet, but Logan cut him off, telling me its not just an amulet, its a very important amulet.”

“How do you know my name?!”

“Easy. Roman shouted it during your argument earlier. And you shouted his. And then Roman named the little cleric. Patton.”

“For crying out loud, just show yourself! I don’t like talking to nothing.” Roman groused.

“Fine. You all seem harmless enough.”

A dark figure quickly skittered from under the edges of the roof and stood a few feet from the group. The man was covered in a ragged cloak with a hood over his face.

“We get it, you eavesdrop. We just need the stupid amulet and we’re out of here.” Roman growled.

“It’s not stupid-” Logan protested before Patton slapped his arm, telling him to keep it quiet.

“I can help you. In fact, I know the what the item is and where to get it.” The figure spoke slowly.

“Impossible.” Roman protested.

“Nope. You guys are loud, and talk very freely about such valuable objects. What was it you said? It’s a key item, not a power source? And that it’s needed to save ‘the city’?”

“I told you keep your voice down.” Logan mumbled.

“And what do you want? I suppose some huge amount of money for ‘compensation’?” Roman argued.

The figure paused before stepping forward. He removed his hood.

The three stopped mid thought.

He was young, about their age. With lavender purple hair gently cascading in the night wind. His heterochromatic eyes; green and purple; were large and soulful. He had dark markings across his eyes, bringing focus to them like a rose in the moonlight.

In short.

He was gorgeous.

Much different from the angry older men downstairs looking for any opportunity to cause trouble.

“I want out of this town. Everyone has a kill boner for me. You guys have the clear markings of an experienced adventuring party, capable of leaving and taking any of the threats beyond. I’ll get you this amulet, then I come with you. You don’t have to put up with me for long, just get me somewhere that’s not here.”

The three blinked, pulling themselves from the staring to realize what he was asking.

“I can be useful to you. Immensely. Either give an answer now or later.”

“I- I don’t-” Logan stammered.

“Yes!” Patton shouted, surprising the other two.

“Patton!” Roman hissed.

“What? We need a rogue, we need the amulet, and he just wants to come with us. It could be fun!”

The man seemed to notice their hesitance and sighed, his expression softening. “Look, I know i’m sketchy and stuff, but... please. If you get sick of me you can ditch me at the next town over.”

Patton smiled at Logan who seemed to mull it over before sighing. “Okay.”

“But can we at least have your name?” Roman interjected.

The man smirked. “Alright.” The man took a few steps closer and his smirk shifted to a smile. “My name is Virgil.” He grinned at Roman. “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say you’re the prince of Embervale.”

“W-What?!” Roman sputtered. “H-How-?”

“Psh, you guys don’t think like rogues. Work with the information you got. Maybe one day I’ll tell you how I figured it out.”

Logan stepped forward. “Look... Virgil. We just need that amulet as fast as possible. How are you gonna get it.”

“Leave it to me. All I need you guys to do is be ready to go two hours before dawn, got it? No later. Once he realizes the amulet’s gone he’ll raise Hell to get it back.”

“We... We can do that.”

“Good. Meet me behind the tavern. Once I got the amulet we gotta bolt.” Virgil smiled and took a few steps back before hopping off the roof.

Patton gasped and rushed to the edge... but didn’t see him. He just heard a chuckle and a “See ya then.”

The three stood and glanced at each other.

Was that the right move?

...

Patton looked around as they stood behind the tavern. It was close to the meeting time.

“Did he ditch us?” Roman whispered. “What if he did?”

“Nah, you’re too cute for that.”

The three shrieked in surprise at Virgil who seemed to just pop up right behind them. He snickered and held up the amulet.

“Oh- uh, great! Thanks.” Patton took the amulet and handed it to Roman who carefully placed it around his neck.

The man brushed aside his purple bangs. “So which way to Embervale?”

“Oh, It’s a bit of a trek North from here.”

“Cool.” Virgil began walking, and the three slowly followed, feeling a little awkward with a fourth.

He was quiet, they were well off on the path before anybody dared speak.

“Uh, so Virgil.” Patton tried breaking the ice. “Uh, tell us about yourself.”

Virgil glanced at Patton’s friendly smile and smirked. “Aren’t you the friendly type?”

“Well, yeah! Everyone needs a friend sometimes.”

“Hm. You’re cute.”

Patton blinked in surprise. “oh, well- thanks.”

“So... Virgil. You wanna tell us how you seem to know everything about us?” Roman deadpanned.

Virgil laughed. “You guys really don’t think like rogues.”

Logan sighed. “You’ve said that before but it does not answer the question. Did you perhaps use a spell? I’ve heard of a category of magic dealt with the acquisition of information.”

Virgil let out another laugh, a laugh that made the others smile. “No, I used the magic of... common sense.”

Logan blinked. “What?”

Virgil grinned. “No magic. Just put the pieces together.” He turned so he was walking backwards to face them. “You guys shout a lot in your arguments.” He pointed at Roman. “You referred to peasants as if a lower class than you. Also, Logan here called you an arrogant prince. When you said ‘the city’, your inflection gave the notion of YOUR city.”

Roman and Logan blanked and glanced at each other.

“So,” Patton butted in. “How’d you know it was Embervale?”

“I keep track of things in Idious. Or... kept. I like being aware of everything, helps me feel safer, y’know? I especially need to know whenever anyone brings in something powerful like an artifact such as a key stone amulet. The guy who snatched it said it was from Embervale. When you goons wandered in practically screaming about finding an amulet I put two and two together.”

“Wow... That’s actually impressive. You’re a very knowledgeable rogue.” Logan commented.

Virgil blinked and went a bit pink. “Oh- thanks, I guess.”

“No, really. You’re... quite smart.” Logan insisted.

Virgil’s smirk shifted to a more bashful smile. Patton and Roman found themselves smiling too at the shift in attitude.

“You guys are... cool.” Virgil shrugged and let his gaze wander. “Cooler than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“I’d imagine the competition isn’t too strong in Idious.” Roman commented.

Virgil let out another laugh. “You got that right, Princey.”

Virgil opened his mouth to say something else but froze in place. The others paused to look before he grabbed Patton and Logan and practically threw them to the side of the road before dragging Roman behind a bush.

Before anyone could protest or ask what he was doing, Virgil just whisper-shouted. “Someone’s coming; keep your head down!”

The three ducked down and followed his instruction.

A few seconds later they heard rumbling footsteps and a frustrated conversation.

“When I get my hands on the fucking shadow vigilante- whatever, I’m gonna rip his throat out!”

“He’s got the fucking amulet, what’s he need it for? Is he gonna go play hero and bring it back? Pathetic excuse for a rogue.”

“If he does, we’ll be there in Embervale waiting.”

“Got it. Let’s go meet up with our little friend.”

The footsteps picked up again and the two strangers were gone.

Roman slowly rose from the ground and glanced around.

“So... they’re after you, huh?” He spoke finally.

Virgil stood and brushed the dirt off his cloak. “Yeah. And now you.”

“See, I knew we shouldn’t have brought him along! Now they’re gonna be after us too!” Logan shouted.

“Logan!” Patton scolded.

“No you idiot, because you have the amulet they’re looking for.” Virgil deadpanned.

Logan blinked and glanced at Virgil who looked highly unamused. “Oh... Um- apologies.”

Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes. “Nah, it’s fine, I’m used to being a burden.”

Virgil reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger.

Logan stepped back, fear shooting down his spine.

Until Virgil just stabbed it into a tree and leaned in to it.

“Uh... what are you doing?”

Virgil put up a hand, his ear pressed to the dagger’s grip.

After a moment he pulled away. “It amplifies sound. The guys are running along the path. If we take it too, we’ll run into them. I know what group they’re in. If we meet, they’ll fight us to the death.”

Patton winced and glanced at Roman.

“We can take ‘em!” He cheered.

Virgil put a hand to his chest. “Roman. I get that you’ve fought monsters before. Creatures, mutants, animals. But taking the life of another sentient being isn’t something minor.” Virgil looked into Roman’s eyes with a serious gaze. “If you three truly want to go through with that, I will help you. But I don’t think you’re that kinda people.”

Patton seemed to shrink and his voice got quiet. “Ro... I don’t want to kill a person.”

Roman looked at Patton and sighed.

“You’re right. But if we can’t use the path, how will we get to Embervale?”

“There IS this amazing place called... OFF the path!” Virgil said.

“Roman, I can use the stars to navigate us no matter where we are. We don’t need the path.” Logan supplied.

Virgil gestured to Logan. “See, you should listen to the wizard. He has some sense to him.”

“Oh, now you’re just gonna take his side?” Roman growled.

“I am right about most things.” Logan replied.

“Don’t look so smug, Star-robe. You weren’t innocent in yesterday’s quarrel either.”

Logan and Roman blanked while Patton just smiled. No fighting? Did he really just stop those two from going at it?

“Now are we getting off this path or what? Those two probably won’t be alone for long.”

They didn’t need to be told twice.

That’s how Roman, Patton, and Logan found themselves wandering off the path with the shadowy rogue.

[amerasdreams]

I have been listening to True Spies podcast on Spotify. It’s apparently connected to a thing called Spyscape, which has a museum/experience thing in New York. They also have an online test for your personality and intelligence.... well those intelligence tests all of course have to do with math. and they are TIMED. somehow I got thru guessing most of them.... didn’t score 0 but didn’t score great. 

so guess what I scored on intelligence!  and personality scores mean I’m more prone to health problems and being unhappy.... :( 

(here I woke up thinking I can be uniquely me, I don’t want to be like anyone else anyway, I can embrace that... but how can I when what I am is this pathetic)

I shouldn’t have done this, I know what these tests do, make me discouraged and hate myself more. they even said I’m not imaginative and creative-- things I value most besides intelligence (and intuition/empathy...) 

they did say the “spy role” I was most suited for, which is what I’m most interested in, intelligence analyst. But in the more “practical” side, for jobs, it mentioned medical things, technical things, which I wouldn’t be good at and don’t like, business marketing-- working for a business I don’t care about, a job with no meaning....  it even had mathematician! when I’m obviously not good at math. the only jobs I might be interested in are psychologist/criminologist... idk.... to late for me to get any career anyway, let alone somehow what I really want

they did a risk assessment, where you blow up the balloon before it pops to get “money” - yesterday I started it and panicked when the balloon popped the first time and closed the window. then when I was walking the dogs it occured to me it was a test lol and I would just have to keep risking popping the balloon... so today I saw it as more of a game and not the ‘scary balloon popping oh no I lost money!” -not even real money. idk about fun.... all these things were stressful esp the intelligence test. 

today I started the test, thinking it might help me, get insight into what I can do, instead, it discouraged me, I’m what I thought, mediocre and not suited for much, they only gave a “role” to me because they had to give me something. It said the intelligence analyst is inquisitive--when it just said I wasn’t -  idk how this even fits with the test bc analytical? that wasn’t one of the dimensions and doesn’t seem like I scored high on implied analytical powers, same with determined-- 

how can i live with myself being like this, having no role and no future according to any dimension that really counts. don’t want to be plodding away at menial tasks when I want to do something Imaginative, Creative, Intellectual-- ha can’t even do that

oh I’m proving them right, easily stressed and sensitive and reactive -- 

I’m not including the risk assessment bc I don’t think it’s accurate-- I’m really very risk averse in all cases... oh we know that already so. 

~

results (bold/parentheses is mine)

MENTAL HORSEPOWER

Unlike Alan Turing would, you scored moderately low {yay!:(} on this attribute. The result, driven by your performance in the personality tests, suggests that, on the whole, you struggle with complex mathematical and analytical problems. {so how can I be an analyst?} That said, you can usually spot patterns and find links in data – as long as the information you have been given isn’t too abstract. (I like big picture things.... abstract things... apparently I’m not good at it)

IN YOUR DAILY LIFE

Like other people with a moderately low Mental Horsepower score, you are more likely to ‘go with your gut’ when making decisions rather than to apply logic and reason (that’s true.... logic is mystifying. fits with being INFP-- logic is my weakest point). It is unlikely that you will sit down and win a game of chess, and you probably rely on your satnav rather than read a map yourself. (yep.... chess is too much strategy... I can’t see ahead like that .. hm how could I be an analyst)

IN YOUR WORK

Because you are not a very conceptual thinker, you are better in roles where you can do things ‘automatically’ rather than applying any abstract reasoning skills. You are not bad at visual-spatial or mathematical tests though, and with training and practice, your skills will definitely improve.

THE SCIENCE

Mental Horsepower relates to our general cognitive ability and our capacity to think about, reason with, and understand abstract concepts. It particularly links to analytical and mathematical skills, but also covers memory, comprehension, language, learning capacity and judgement. These are hugely significant skills for success at work and in everyday life.

Psychologists have developed all kinds of tests to measure cognitive ability. Some of these involve predicting outcomes from patterns in data (also known as inductive reasoning), while others focus on mentally flipping and rotating images. We use both of these approaches in our Mental Horsepower tests at SPYSCAPE.

Recent neuroimaging research shows that intelligence is linked to brain patterns, and that these patterns are unique to each of us (meaning you can’t change them :(  )– much like our fingerprints. In one study, these brain ‘fingerprints’ were used to successfully predict people’s scores in IQ tests.

While IQ tests are probably the most common method for determining cognitive ability, there is some debate over whether they provide a complete picture. For example, theories suggest that there are many different types of intelligence which are not accounted for in these tests. Still, it is generally accepted that people who score highly on tests of cognitive ability are on the whole better at completing intelligence-related (so that career’s out... if it was ever in lol) tasks in the real world.

~

COMPOSURE

Unlike Jason Bourne, you scored extremely low (low on everything! what a wonderful person!) on this attribute. The result, driven by your performance in the personality tests, suggests that you are far more vulnerable to stressors than most people (I knew that). You are likely to have a very strong emotional reaction to negative events and your brain becomes highly active when you see something you perceive as unpleasant (like this test!). Although this means you find it hard to relax, it also means you are really tuned in to your surroundings ( and what’s the upside of that? nice consolation prize....)

IN YOUR DAILY LIFE

Like other people with extremely low levels of composure, you are highly likely to experience anxiety and burnout. (with things that aren’t really stressful to anyone else. just stepping outside. just being inside-- doing thigns like this.. doing most things actually-- help how can i live) You can be far too critical of yourself (well how do i stop? if this is how I am like), especially when you are stressed (which is almost all the time), and this can make it tricky for you to overcome problems (which is never, which is why I’m still living w my parents). You also dwell on the past far more than people with high composure.

On the positive side, you are responsive to your environment, which means you are more likely to anticipate negative outcomes and find ways to avoid them (like almost everything). You are also sensitive and caring, and your observant nature means you look out for yourself and the people close to you. (what’s the point of that when you can’t do anything, or get to know new people)

IN YOUR WORK

It is unlikely your colleagues will turn to you when there is an emergency or crisis at work. This is because you struggle to keep your emotions in check, and challenging situations can get the better of you. When this happens, you are not great at maintaining focus or making tough decisions.

THE SCIENCE

Composure relates to how our brains respond to stress. In tense situations, your brain activates an area called the hypothalamus, which releases adrenalin and cortisol – also known as stress hormones.

A bit of stress now and then is important for survival, because it alerts us to the dangers around us. Small amounts can be useful, but too much over a long period of time is bad for our health (oh goody). Studies show that the adrenal cortex, the part of the brain that releases stress hormones, is also linked to the healthy function of our immune system – and people who are more prone to stress are also more likely to get sick.

There is also a connection between composure and working (short-term) memory. Composed people perform better on tasks where they need to recall and use relevant information while they’re doing something else – for example remembering the steps of a recipe when cooking a meal.

PEOPLE SCORING HIGH IN COMPOSURE ARE

LAID-BACK

RELAXED

COOL

FOCUSED

POISED

PEOPLE SCORING LOW IN COMPOSURE ARE

EMOTIONAL

SENSITIVE

PERCEPTIVE

RESPONSIVE

VIGILANT

~

Contentiousness

Unlike diligent Mission: Impossible hero Isla Faust, you scored moderately low on this attribute. The result, driven by your performance in the personality tests, suggests that unlike Isla, you find it difficult to keep focused on long-term goals {Idk about this. goals are all i focus on.... well. I think about them often but Idk how to create the steps to get there and so things fizzle out and I get-- discouraged what else is new). You get distracted or bored quite quickly and are often drawn to new ideas and projects instead of finishing what you are currently doing (well.... hm. I finish novels...). You understand what is important in life, but you sometimes skip the details. (I’m not a detail person... I can be but they often seem irrelevant)

IN YOUR DAILY LIFE

Because you prefer not to a follow a schedule, hobbies that require regular training are not for you. In fact, your interests change quite regularly, and you find long-term commitment a challenge whatever the activity. Friends and family know that if they want you to do something, they need to encourage you to get organized. When they press you, however, you do things pretty well.

IN YOUR WORK

You take a relatively flexible approach to work. As such, you get distracted easily and do not always complete the task in hand. Because of your tendency to do this, you are likely to change jobs – and perhaps even career – fairly regularly (I want variety... Idk, this sort of fits, sort of doesn’t).

THE SCIENCE

Conscientiousness shapes how likely you are to follow rules, regulate your own behavior and get yourself organized. The more conscientious you are, the more motivated by goals and tasks you are likely to be.

According to what psychologists call the ‘Big-5’ model, conscientiousness is a core dimension of personality – and one of the five key traits that drive human behavior. Whether you are high or low in conscientiousness can help predict your success in social, academic and professional situations.

If you have high levels of conscientiousness, you are probably more productive and better at adapting to new situations (that’s true, I’m not) that come your way. However, this does not mean that being conscientious is always a good thing, because research also shows that being too conscientious can lead to overthinking. (I do that too...)

Some studies suggest that people who are more conscientious are healthier – and they might even live longer. This might be because conscientious people are more likely to exercise regularly, eat healthily, and avoid smoking or drinking too much alcohol.

It’s hard to say where conscientiousness comes from. One study found a link with areas of the brain relating to attention and cognitive control. There is also evidence to suggest that genes play their part. It’s likely that social factors such as your upbringing influence how conscientious you are, too.

PEOPLE SCORING HIGH IN CONSCIENTIOUSNESS ARE

HIGH-ACHIEVING

ACCOUNTABLE

THOROUGH

DRIVEN

SELF-DISCIPLINED

PEOPLE SCORING LOW IN CONSCIENTIOUSNESS ARE

IMPULSIVE

FLEXIBLE

EASY-GOING

SPONTANEOUS

ADAPTABLE

(I think I’m sort of this, sort of not because I’m borderline INFP -- P is flexible, impulsive while J is more structured-- I’m slightly more Perceiving. goes to show Myers-Briggs is pretty good at describing personality accurately....)

~

INQUISITIVENESS

Unlike Carrie Mathison in Homeland, you scored moderately low on this attribute. Your score was driven by your performance in the personality tests, and it suggests that you are pretty cautious about new ideas, beliefs, cultures and theories.

IN YOUR DAILY LIFE

Like other people who scored moderately low on this attribute, you are not so willing to take on board other people’s views (that’s true). You will consider what people have to say, but you are likely to stick with your own opinion. You feel more comfortable in familiar situations and surroundings (well, yes...), and you do not really feel the need to explore new places (I kind of do, though... I want to but I often... don’t. because it’s too hard).

IN YOUR WORK

Because you aren’t motivated to learn or acquire new skills (Idk about this... depends on if it’s something I’m interested in. I’m learning like 15 languages on Duolingo...), you are less likely to seek out new opportunities at work. And the longer you stay in a job, the worse your motivation is likely to get. In general, you tend to perform better when you start a new position, although you will carry this out using the same approach you always have, rather than approach it in a new way. You like real-world, practical work that has straightforward solutions.

THE SCIENCE

Inquisitiveness is an important trait for discovering new things and building a better understanding of people and of the world around us. Psychologists have developed tools for assessing and measuring how inquisitive a person is.

These are based on extensive research into personality and are designed to evaluate five facets related to inquisitiveness: (i) intellectual curiosity; (ii) aesthetic sensitivity; (iii) active imagination; (iv) attentiveness to inner feelings and; (v) preference for variety.

Furthermore, personality researchers have identified two types of inquisitiveness; ‘epistemic’, which refers to information seeking ( I think I’m more information seeking?) behaviour and ‘perceptual’, which refers to experience seeking.

PEOPLE SCORING HIGH IN INQUISITIVENESS ARE

CURIOUS

OPEN-MINDED

IMAGINATIVE AND INVENTIVE

CREATIVE

ADAPTIVE

PEOPLE SCORING LOW IN INQUISITIVENESS ARE

PRACTICAL

CONSISTENT

TRADITIONAL

HABITUAL

PRAGMATIC

~

SOCIABILITY

A bit like Alec Leamas in The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, you scored extremely low (yay. well I knew this... and from answering the questions... )on this attribute, which suggests that you prefer to spend time alone and keep yourself to yourself. You avoid parties, meet-ups and other noisy gatherings because you find them overwhelming (wayyyy). If you really have to socialize, you need plenty of quiet time afterwards to help you rest and recharge.

IN YOUR DAILY LIFE

Like others with an extremely low sociability score, you don’t like being the center of attention and often struggle to start conversations. You think a lot before speaking and regularly find it hard to express your thoughts and ideas. Because of this, you often let others do the talking, and you don’t take part in small talk either. This behavior means you might come across as socially reactive, and people may think you only talk to them when you feel you really have to (as in, extremely negative, and I shouldn’t exist. although... i do talk to them if I have to.... haha I do take part in small talk because I think I have to. or people will think I’m rude. but I don’t like it. I’m sensitive to how I’m perceived and don’t want to be seen as too antisocial, but I talk to others out of fear not of want... yikes. no wonder no one wants to be around me. well I don't want to be around them. well - I want to be around people I know well. for limited amounts of time... need less to recharge from people I know than strangers. I want to be with them, I don’t want to be with strangers-- it’s only stress and not fun at all. but how do i get past the stranger part to the friend part if I don’t like being with strangers and it’s all stressful adn overwhelming? How do i participate in society, have people to talk to, have any sort of success??? - shouldn't exist.).

IN YOUR WORK

Because you are more comfortable working independently (please. HOW???? besides working for myself... haha can’t work for anyone else bc can’t get past the interview, these ^ traits are obvious and not something any employer in their right mind wants), you will be more productive – and much happier – managing your own workload, tackling problems alone, and avoiding company brainstorms and powwows.

THE SCIENCE

How sociable you are can be linked to your levels of happiness, positivity, and wellbeing. In fact, sociability relates to a variety of positive outcomes in life, including how successful you are at work, how well you cope with challenging situations, and even how physically and mentally healthy you are. (yay. I’m doomed. I might as well kill myself now)

People who are highly sociable are more positive emotionally (case in point!) than those who are less sociable. In one brain imaging study, people with a high sociability score had higher levels of brain activity when they saw images of happy faces and other positive emotions.

The same part of the brain that processes emotions also helps interpret information from social contexts, which means we can judge a social situation and then respond appropriately (social situations, like math problems and logic, are mystifying to me. yay the things that are highest linked to success--).

There is some evidence to suggest that highly sociable people might be better at detecting and decoding the meaning of social cues –  including how they analyze and read people’s faces (oh, I know that. I have a hard time judging people’s faces, in fact I often think they are mad at me or judging me by their faces when they probably aren’t. I even have trouble finding out what emotions go with what emoji! besides the basics. i mean why, how are there so many emojis....). This means they are likely to find social interaction easier to deal with than others (lol yes. it’s . not easy. why. do i have to be born like this. always been. hell..).

There is also research to suggest that highly sociable people have more connections between regions of the brain that involve visual stimulus and regions that process social and emotional stimuli. (brains are better, we get it)

Sociability might also be associated with the neurotransmitter dopamine, which is linked to reward-seeking behavior. It is thought that people who are highly sociable may have an enhanced response to dopamine in the brain, which makes them pursue rewards such as attention, status, power or pleasure. This would explain why, when they get these things, they feel happier or more satisfied.

PEOPLE SCORING HIGH IN SOCIABILITY ARE

TALKATIVE

FRIENDLY

ENTHUSIASTIC

ENERGETIC

EXCITABLE

PEOPLE SCORING LOW IN SOCIABILITY ARE

QUIET

RESERVED

INTROSPECTIVE

PRIVATE

SHY

^ ALLL negative attributes, I need to just kill myself now, no future. 

[synthmusic91]

10 - 15 >:)

10. what do you wish you hated, but actually like?

pretty men with mental issues

11. vague about your crush(es)

no one right now currently...free from the shackles thank GOD but in a similar vein i have been very worried about the dichotomy of people i'm attracted to vs. people that i think it would be a good idea to date, or would be good in a relationship...doesn't help that i literally have not left the house for a whole year -_-

12. is there someone you have mixed feelings towards?

(serious) my parents and my ex friends and also (joke) @goldium when she posts weird shit <3

13. talk about an au or story you came up with

i read a lot of interactive fiction and i reeeallly want to write my own (preferably shorter because the full-length ones take years to finish if ever) one but it's so hard to plan tbh especially since i don't....write...aha. i want it to be a story for myself first and foremost so i was considering writing about themes of (im cringing so hard typing this bcs i'm repressed) alienation and possibly transformation, and of course with magic and with a relationship that blurs the lines between platonic and romantic. it was going to be like, there's this town on the other side of a rain shadow (basically it just rains a lot and this huge mysterious mountain looms over you all the time). and people who disappear into the mountains come back...changed...so people tend to avoid it, and there are magic people(?) who live in the mountains...for the most part. you could say fae except they can like. transform into animals am i a furry? so then you could say fox spirit but it's not always foxes like one of them can transform into a bird. anyway

you'd play as someone living in this town who lost their memory, and your (self identified) "partner"(?) sort of helps you get back on your feet, and you can choose to research your past, or not, etc etc. the "twist" is that both you and your partner are actually those magic people from the mountain (meaning you can transform into animals). the "twist" actually happens like midway and the rest of the story is spent dealing with the repercussions. like the community on the mountain is super toxic (which is why your partner, who didn't lose their memory, left), and you basically have to choose between going back to your community and dealing with that or not doing that and possibly losing connection with your culture, or [redacted other thing]. it's all very much me projecting my cultural disconnect and of course there is an option to give ur partner a little kiss kiss.

in terms of the magic system well i could literally talk about this all day and it isn't even really related to the story but i wanted there to be like a pattern to it. and maybe there would be some different styles to it, from very intentional, almost mathematical (literally like based on undecidability proofs and maybe number theory), to more immediate and vague. i want it to be truly integrated with the world and the culture too, not just used as a silly battle mechanic. actually, i think magic would NOT be great for fighting! i think magic would be much more likely be used for culture, art, and communication before it would be used for war. if my characters get into fights they will use fists and knives. sometimes simple is best.

this took me forever to write and still i wish i could go more in depth. the picture is incomplete...help this is so embarrassing

14. do you like makeup?

yes but also no i'm sure you can imagine. i'm not very good at it (or maybe my face is just weird) but i want to do other ppls makeup at a sleepover SAUR bad. i wish people were more into creating things that might be ugly but having FUN!!! except i'm a hypocrite bcs the minute i think someone would be like "she looks a lil funny" i'd wash it all off. like i hate beauty standards but i also dont wanna be made fun of. also my mom always yelled at me for doing makeup or liking cute clothes bcs she thought it would distract me from my studies or whatever. so i'm into it now, like tasting the forbidden fruit.

15. do you prefer space or the ocean?

when i was a kid i was definitely VERY into space. but idk if that's me being into space or just what science books i had available. maybe if i had an ocean book i'd be into the ocean? but i mightve also been so repressed i didn't want to read about things with higher mental functions than a sponge. the book i read the most went into space, rocks and minerals, and the human body (no brain function since it's not the whole human), and there was another book that went into dinosaurs, earthquakes and volcanoes, and insects and spiders, that i didn't read as much...so it's possible! if i really was that repressed, it would make sense for me to be into space and not the ocean.

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Wife’s Hilda Rewatch - The Sparrow Scouts

Here we are again, folks. Let’s begiiiinn

The way this episode BEGAN OMG. Did you hear it???? Did you hear baby boy Twig’s soft snores??? Precious child. Must be protected.

Poor Johanna... she took the time to knit her child a sweater... and that’s the treatment she gets. In her defense, I think it is a pretty neat sweater! Looks cozy.

Moving on to that first scene with the Sparrow Scouts, don’t you guys think it is a little weird that “being a friend to spirits” is in the Sparrow Scout’s oath? Like, is communing with spirits something considered common and safe in a Town so obsessed with keeping Trolls away? I’m really interested in what sort of creature is considered dangerous in Trolberg and what isn’t.

Why are those kids happy??? What’s wrong with them??? When I think of this game I think of pain and loss and sweat and war flashbacks. Come on, I can’t be the only one! This game was HELL

(Side note: BLESS this show for having a character in hijab, even if she’s just in the background. Hope we see more of her.)

“Was she raised by elves?” I can’t tell if Hilda is being sassy or serious and I love both options.

Forget the Marra, this dude is the creepiest thing in this show. What the heck was this even?

You’ve heard of Alice in Wonderland, now get ready for

Frida in Vittra land. Coming out soon unlike season 2

I was just struck by the awful realization that the Vittra probably eat meat. I mean, my first thought when I saw that herd of cow-ish animals was “they probably drink the milk”, but come to think of it, wouldn’t it be weird if the Vittra ate plants? Since they are plants?

Anyway, the Vittra are likely carnivores is what I’m saying. Enjoy the nightmares.

Eww, that part when the Vittra takes a drink out of a tree root? You know that part? Doesn’t it look like Luke Skywalker’s green milk? Eww.

Kind of reminded me of that thing Woodman was drinking in the second episode. Maybe they could meet for tea sometime.

I have to admit, even though she’s not one of my favorite characters, watching Frida’s development through this episode and through the show is very, very interesting. And here’s to hoping we’ll get even more on season 2!

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STOP for a few seconds. This is the “let’s appreciate the Hilda colour pallete” time

Thank you for your attention. Now back to the episode.

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Wait, no, hold up. Let’s take a closer look at this image, actually.

Is that a crystal ball???? Cause it sure looks like one to me. “The librarian is a witch” this, “Hilda is a witch” that, but we really have been sleeping on “Frida is a witch”! No, seriously, think about it. She could really have an affinity for alchemy and the mathematical and logical part of mysticism. With her ambition, there could be tons of reasons for her to want to practice it! She’d probably be into precise, ritualistic magic as well. This could be a reason why she knew about the Marra.

Or maybe that isn’t even a crystal ball and I’m just thirsty for content. Anyway.

I just realized that this show is so good at finishing the episodes. They always close up the narrative but kind of give a clue about what is going to be in the next episode. Very good. 10/10.

Now it’s time for...

Wife’s episode score!

+10 for Johanna knitting

+10 for Frida and David having screen time

+2 for sleeping baby Vittras

-5 for the war flashbacks the ball game scene gave me

That sums up to 17...

Idk, that was just not one of my favorite episodes.