#maybe i am easily entertained by dumb things

[roseworth]

what do you think of the rhato webtoon so far?

tbh! more than anything i think its just kinda boring.

i dont think the jason characterization is TOO terrible. i hated the "bad robin" stuff they were doing in the first few issues but they havent really brought it up since so whatever. honestly the plot immediately leaves my brain right after i finish reading it so maybe im misremembering this but?? they took the job to get the idol from just some guy and didnt ask any questions,,, including when martian manhunter tried to get it back,,,,,, idk! like babygirl you know better than this what r u doing!!! it seemed very odd to me that the fact that a justice league member was trying to stop them from taking this "family heirloom" wasnt an immediate red flag

as far as artemis and bizarro go its kinda eh. i hate hate hate how artemis's face is drawn, it looks too yassified to me. also she had some kind of she ra moment in one of the eps which felt very weird. i dont read a lot of artemis content so i cant rly say whether or not shes being written in character. shes a lot like she was in rhato 2016 and i liked her in that so! sure! but bizarro-wise ive mentioned this before but. the opposite talking gets old FAST. the one (1) thing i will give lobdell credit for is that he knew biz was gonna be a recurring character so he didnt do all that because it def gets annoying

anyways. aside from me being picky, overall its just kinda boring. the plot isnt very interesting and it feels like even when things happen, nothing is rly happening ??? idk. i think that webtoons are one of the worst ways to tell an actual story. like wfa works because its just a little slice of life thing and it shouldnt be taken seriously, so the webtoon is a nice format for that. but when rhato is trying to like. Tell A Story it doesnt really work to tell it in a webtoon

but i do like things about it! i think there are fun moments! i rly liked the ep where jason could tell that someone had replaced artemis because he knew exactly how she drew her sword :) that one was a nice one that stuck out to me. i also still think the art is very pretty even though they do artemis dirty

tldr: its fine, there are things i like about it and i have no strong moral objections to it, but its mostly just not very interesting

[hanasnx]

WITHHOLDING SEX — logan howlett.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: unfinished wip that im never gonna finish. WARNINGS: unfinished wip ノ fem reader ノ stripper reader ノ age gap ノ established relationship ノ size difference ノ logan gets smacked for saying some dumb shit ノ degradation ノ outdated and lame anti-sex work rhetoric ノ toxic behavior

“You’re such a jerk, Logan.” you used to say, a little giggle to your voice as you scoldingly pat LOGAN HOWLETT’s broad chest, letting him back you into a dark corner at your club and buy a personal dance. He’d wave that fat wad of cash in front of your nose with that knowing look you’d come to crave, and you’d flirtingly comply. You’d even let him get cheeky with it, copping a feel up your thigh while in the privacy of a backroom. Just so you’d bat his callused hand away with a toying, “Ah-ah!” And he’d tilt his big head at you and push out his hips while you finished up your dance.

Months of playing with one another, led to his impatience getting the better of him. Late at night, asking you—a stripper—what you were doing later. He’s got this way about him that you watch so carefully. All he had to do was stare at you through those furrowed brows and jut his chin when he popped the question, and you obediently blurted out, “Maybe if you’re lucky: you.”

Much to your surprise, it wasn’t some one night stand. Booty calls turned to dates, turned to moving in together, turned to partnership. Not that you believe yourself to be a challenge, but you’ve never met a guy that could seduce you at your job, and you certainly never expected to shack up with him. Logan made it easy at first, always forward with you, putting up with your “diva attitude” as he likes to call it, driving you to and from work because he doesn’t trust the clients that hang out around the building when girls are just trying to get home. You fell hard, and you fell fast.

But lately, things have been different. Logan’s always been bull-headed—and a bit of a pig—but it never seemed to be as big of a problem as it is now. As much as you can love those traits of his, they get in the way of communication, and your own spite and stubbornness doesn’t soothe anything. You fight more than ever, you argue more than you have actual conversations. If you’re not fighting, you’re not talking, and he’s sleeping on the couch. Butting heads is not new, but now they’re not as easily solved without the shade of rose-colored glasses.

“Nah, baby, ‘cause a stripper like you was easy.” The prideful and malicious words struck you right to your core, whirling around to face Logan who’d been hounding after you. It’s written all over his firm countenance, he said it to hurt you, and he knew it succeeded—from the very first petname spat so facetiously. Your hand flies before you realize what’s happening, whipping across his cheek so hard it resounds throughout the room. It was a stupid move, ache pulsing hot through your palm from the contact, and chances are it’s worse for you than him.

Your voice burns from this latest yelling match, and you exacerbate it. “You’re such a jerk, Logan!” The dumbfounded part in his lips close as he pivots his spun head to meet your gaze. You’re not gonna sit here and entertain this any longer, you’re gonna be late for work, so you round his wide frame to hurry to the door. “Let’s see how easy you think I am.” you challenge, throwing open the door, “Good luck getting off without me.” you spit at him before slamming the door after you.

“That’s it, I’m so done with him—for real this time.” you claim, yapping the ear off your coworker at the lockers while you two get dressed.

“Oh, yeah, right.” she replies with a roll of her eyes, zipping up her boot. “Next week y’all are gonna be back together, attached at the fuckin’ hip. Who’re you kidding?” She stamps her foot down, and gives herself last looks in the vanity mirror, teasing her hair with her hands.

You throw down your needle and floss, halting your sew of a hole in your costume. “Shut up, it’s not like that!” you whine, annoyed by her prediction—more or less accurate.

She snickers. “See you out there.” she tells you, effectively dismissing the conversation as she makes her way out onto the floor. Somehow, her reaction only fans the flames of your spiteful commitment…. but even though the hurt is still fresh, you miss him.

It’s frigid in the AM, hugging your jacket close as you watch your breath steam in front of your face. The bouncer didn’t think to watch your walk to the car this time, knowing that your boyfriend usually picks you up. You forgot to tell him otherwise, but it’s not a big deal—until you remember you took your car this time and the heater is broken. You’ve taken three steps out the door and you’re already shivering, what are you gonna do when your brittle fingers can’t grip the wheel?

“Hey.” a rough and familiar voice breaks you out of your internal debacle, facing the noise promptly. Logan wearing his usual scowl and puffy vest—somehow he looks good. The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up to reveal the cords of his forearms crossed across his chest, tailbone leaned against his truck. “C’mon.” He tilts his head in the direction of his vehicle. In one small second, you’re endeared by his gesture, he knew you were gonna be cold and a little unsafe—even through being angry he’d do this for you. In the next second, the warm feeling is quickly crushed under the weight of knowing Logan. This isn’t some knight-in-shining-armor moment. This is his apology.

You stick your frozen nose in the air, “No, thanks.” you respond. There’s no way you’re going to let him off the hook that easily. Back on your path to your car, you huddle into yourself to converse heat, but you still hear footsteps on gravel behind you.

“Don’t be like that, princess, I know you’re freezing.” he says. He only calls you that when you’re being especially prissy. “I know you didn’t mean what you said back there, so let’s just go home and I’ll hook and tow your car in the morning.” The impending presence of a palm against your upper arm alerts you and you flinch out of the way.

“I’m not getting into the truck with you, Logan, I’m mad at you.” you hiss. Your persistence is annoying, and if you were less wrathful Logan might’ve thrown you over his shoulder by this point. Something tells him this isn’t like other times.

His hand lingers in the air aside your sleeve, but draws back when he straightens to his full height behind you. “So you’d rather catch fuckin’ pneumonia than be within three feet of me?” his disbelief is deduced clearly in his tone, conveying how stupid he thinks you’re being.

So you double down, shrugging indifferently as you cross your arms over your chest. “If that’s what it comes down to.”

“Jesus, you’re a stubborn bitch.”

You round on him. “Logan!”

He inclines in your space, raising his voice as he gestures in front of him, organizing his verbal thoughts, “First, you tell me some bullshit about no pussy, and now you don’t even wanna be near me—“

You’re incredulous, matching his energy as you lift onto the tips of your toes to compete with him. “—Why would I wanna go anywhere with you when you’re being the biggest asshole—“

“—and it’s not like you can keep up with that shit. You’ll last a day- and that’s generous—!”

“—A day? You think I’ll last a day—?” You have the urge to laugh, a dry hollow sound.

“Face it, you can’t go a night without me.”

Obviously, you’re not getting anywhere and you’re tired. Defeated, you shake your head and turn on your heel. You’re beyond cold, and you say loud enough for him to hear, “Get outta here, Logan, I don’t wanna see you when I get home.”

He shift his weight to one hip, raising his arms out at his sides in a questioning pose. “Oh, and where am I supposed to go? Huh? Where am I supposed to go?” he interrogates after your retreating form, angry at your reaction, at the fact you’re walking away from him, the idea he’s not going to be in a warm bed with a warm body to comfort him to sleep tonight.

It’s his own fault. “I don’t care where you go! I’m not letting you in.” you reply with a shake of your head.

[jiraisupportgroup]

♡ Tips To Make Washing Dishes Suck Less ♡ 

Sorry if this is hyper-specific, it’s totally not inspired by my kitchen counter which is covered with dirty dishes I'm pretty sure every dish I own right now is dirty T-T

♡ Dirty dishes are a positive thing! They mean you have food! You're eating! Maybe you even cooked something! That's awesome, hell yes.

♡ You don't have to do it all at once. If you only clean two mugs or if you only manage to get the food off of some of the dishes but not actually wash them, that is totally fine.

♡ Take as many breaks as you need. There is no rule that says you have to wash all your dishes at one time. (Although, I understand this may not be possible for everyone - I live by myself so I am the ruler of my own dishes & I know not everyone is in that situation).

♡ Sit down while you do the dishes. Who says you can't sit down to wash dishes? I do it all the time! I have a kitchen stool I use to sit while I cook or clean. (Don’t sit while working with the stove or oven though - if you’re working with hot things like that you need to be able to easily move to get out of the way if anything happens or you could get hurt)

♡ Dirty dishes are allowed to touch the counter. If you are struggling because there are too many dishes actually in the sink - put them on the counter. Clear up some space so you can focus on small batches one at a time. Give yourself space to breathe.

♡ Use gloves. One of the reasons I despise doing the dishes is because I hate having my hands wet for a long period of time. I also hate the feeling of my hands sweating in the gloves so I use a little baby powder to keep them from getting sticky or wet.

♡ Use a soap you like the scent of. If you like the scent of the soap you’re using, you’ll dislike doing the dishes a little less. There’s also a million scents to choose from from lemon to lavender to watermelon. I’ve seen passion fruit scented dish soap? The opportunities are truly endless.

♡ Use cute sponges! This sounds so dumb but genuinely I bought some fruit-shaped sponges and it makes doing the dishes so much more bearable for me. It feels a little bit less like a chore when you enjoy the aesthetics of it.

♡ Quit scrubbing! Dried-up food stuck to the dish? Don't waste energy scrubbing it, soak it in hot water with some soap and come back to it later.

♡ Listen to music or a podcast. Not only does it help keep you entertained while you're doing the dishes so it feels less draining, but if you're like me your sink is LOUD and I HATE that so I put in my earbuds so the noise of the sink doesn't bother me as much.

♡ Don't worry about the rest of the kitchen. Just. wash. the. dishes. I have a bad habit of being like "I need to clean my entire apartment" which would take a lot of energy and take forever so then I'm like “well I just won't do that it's too hard” - but if I decide “I'm just going to wash the dishes" that seems much more doable & the chances of me actually doing it go way up.

[yuikomorii]

am I the only one who thinks that Yui/MC is just a stand in for the player? like, her personality is tame and vanilla, enough so that anyone willing could fit into her position quite easily. Not forgetting to mention you can change the MC's name in the games, and she has no voice in the games. And because that there is no canon ship in otome games in general, because who the MC ends up with depends on who the player wants her/themselves to be with (in Ayato's case, it's only that he's like the standard, the poster boy). So, ever since it came out, I've been in the fandom: I've played all the games, read the manga, interviews, and everything, and especially the drama CDs (which make you feel as if they're talking to *you*), and I came to this conclusion. So you learn particular things of the MC/Yui, for example, her preferences that shape her as an independent character, e.g., having her own quotes, her merch, but still, she just gives me that impression. *This is why I also find Yui-bashing to be ridiculous; after all, her character is basically built to be subdued, so the players can fit in her shoes*— is what I think. Thank you for listening. I really do want your (non biased) thoughts, for this has been bothering me for quite a while, :)

// I honestly believe all heroines are made to be a stand in for the player, because that’s how otome games work.

Yui is a 2012 heroine, therefore it makes sense why she doesn’t have as much uniqueness or personality as newer ones. Nevertheless, I would like to point out that a bunch of Japanese players DON’T actually relate to her that much. They mostly like her because she’s cute and dumb, and they find that entertaining.

On the other hand, there are a lot of avid otoge players who find her too “stupid and mean” for a heroine. I agree with the stupid part, but despite her moments of random bitchiness, I don’t find her as bad as they say. Yet, maybe they played more otome games than me, so their expectations are higher.

I wouldn’t really call her tame or vanilla though. She’s also one of the thirstiest heroines imo, given that she keeps thinking about wanting more sex even after doing it a few hours ago and so on. There’s also an ending in which she cheats for pleasure and then starts being happy when getting railed as a punishment, therefore she might seem innocent, but there are a lot of kinky things going on inside her head. :”)

Other than that, I agree that she appears as a quite plain character, but it can’t be helped, since the LI’s are the ones made to stand out more through their writing in otome games. To me she’s fun, but she might come off as not flashed out to others, which is to be expected from a heroine.

I also agree with you when it comes to the CD dramas and interviews talking about the player, instead of Yui as a whole, because those are supposed to be the most “yume” materials. Rejet confirmed Ayato as the mainstay of the story in some books and magazines, which means that in the official universe, he ends up with Yui, but this doesn’t mean people can’t ship themselves with him or can’t replace Yui with themselves. My friend has an OC and she used to post screenshots of some routes, yet a lot of people kept asking her stuff such as: “Do you hate Yui?” or “Why do you never talk about Yui?” only because the sprite was turned off and the name was changed.

People should let others go through their own otoge experience. After all, otome games were produced like that for a reason. If you want to play as the heroine, that’s good and valid! If you want to play as yourself or your OC, that’s just as good and valid!

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Day 15- Monsters and Mana

I could take this seriously. I could be serious about this but....

PRINCESS KEITH!

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS QUEEN SHIRO. AHHHHHHH

(Also mom-queen Adam.)

I’m just using the characters, I know nothing about dnd so I’m not gonna attempt to write a game play through.

Was this my excuse to write royal Keith? Possibly…

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”Presenting, His Royal Highness, Princess Keith.”

Keith has gotten used to that line, he’s heard it almost daily for the past three months.

As a kid, he was lucky enough to be trained with a knife and taught anything he wanted to learn. But he should have seen this coming.

He’s sitting upon a throne high above the head of their visitors. The Queen Shiro sits in the middle of the three seats, with Queen Consort Adam at his right.

Keith knows if Shiro had any say in this matter, he would stop it immediately. Thaur doesn’t stop Keith from being mad, though.

The minute he turned 18, the royal court insisted that Keith must be married as soon as possible. Having an unmarried princess of that age is frowned upon, of course.

So Keith is being forced to watch fluffed up princes with fluffier words try to ‘woo’ him.

Spoiler alert: it’s not working.

He’s gone through a whopping 43 princes, including this one, because he can already tell this guy is more obnoxious than the chickens in the farm down the road.

You would think they’d run out at some point, huh?

The visiting prince is going on about his disarmingly attractive features and Keith tries his very best to look as unattractive as possible. If he makes a weird face, maybe he can scare this guy off.

He pushes his tongue into the space between his top teeth and lip and rolls his eyes as far back in his head as they’ll go.

The prince makes a choking sound.

Adam snickers.

Shiro pinches him.

The prince keeps on hung with his Narcissistic speech after a moment, which means Keith won’t be getting out of this one that easily.

-

Keith just wants to sleep. He’s stuck at the ball thrown in the visiting prince’s honor, and it’s about dead o clock in the morning.

His gown poofs out around him, deep ruby red and covered in sparkling gems. There’s a silky scarf wrapped around his shoulders that does nothing to sheiks his otherwise bare arms from the cold night (morning?) air. He has a knife strapped to his thigh as well. (Adam helped him hide it there.)

He’s in the middle of plotting his escape hen a dark blur flashes in the corner of his vision.

When he looks in that direction, there’s nothing but the tall white pillars that line the edge of the ballroom.

Nothing except…

He walks forward slowly (mostly because he’s wearing heels and would rather not faceplant) until he’s close enough to identify the brown smudge peeking out from behind a pillar as a tail.

And as any sensible person would, he decides to poke it.

As soon as he does, a tanned hand shoots out to grab his own. Another slaps over Keith’s mouth.

He’s tugged face to face with a man a few inches taller than him with tall animal looking ears and stripes down his cheeks.

The guy next to them is much taller with pointed ears and heavily built. He has soft brown eyes and eyebrows creased with worry. His eyes widen as he takes in Keith’s indignation.

“Pike! This is bad, really bad. That’s the princess.”

‘Pike’ looks at him closely and his jaw drops too. He quickly unhands Keith.

“Are you a princess? Because I’ll treat you like royalty.”

What?

Pike is pointing finger hind at Keith and looks absolutely notified. He places his hands on Keith’s shoulders and says, “I am so sorry I just said that, I panicked. But are you the princess? And the name’s Pike, and that’s my buddy Hunk.”

Keith stares at him blankly. “Like the fish?”

Pike scowls. “What? No! Like the cool weapon!”

That’s kind of dumb, but Keith has decided to go with it. This is the most entertaining thing that’s happened in forever.

“Why are you here? You’re clearly not here for the party. And yes, I am the princess.”

Both of them gasp. Hunk looks a bit faint. They both squeal and flounder around a bit.

Keith’s wolf chooses that moment to teleport in, his aim off just enough so that he lands heavily on Pike. He immediately starts licking the strange man, which takes as a good sign.

Pike pushes the canine off of him and stares at Keith. “This is gonna sound bad, but hear me out. We may have broken into the castle to steal some things to pay this guy in a tavern a few miles from here who might also be a witch. I already made friends with your wolf when we first got in here.”

That was too much information at once.

Honestly, Keith can’t even be mad, because that all sounds absolutely wonderful. Instead, he starts laughing, loud and bright.

He fixes the 2 thieves with his intense purple stare. “I’ll lead you straight to the treasury if you take me with you.”

Pike grins at him. He has sharper teeth in the front of his mouth that make his smile look sharkish. “Can do, princess. Lead the way.”

That, Shiro will find a note on his bed that reads, “Later, sucker -Keith,” with a middle finger drawn on it. He’ll laugh wryly at his little brother’s free spirit and tell the council the next morning that Keith is long gone.

And he is. He’s already ridden off into the sunset, sitting behind Pike on a horse stolen from the royal stables, and bag of riches and a wolf by their sides.

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That was fun. Princess Keith is the best.

[generic-whumperz]

Saw the “trying to start a normal conversation” meme - love those topics as well.

Can you name a cryptid that you think is cool, and how whumpable it is on a scale of 1-10?

First of all, THANK YOU for sending me this, it has made my week! I have been dying to talk about the intersection of whump and cryptids—two of my favorite topics! I am always down to talk about cryptids and paranormal happenings, so if anyone has more questions, toss ‘em my way!

Right off the bat, the most whumpable cryptid that comes to mind is the Fresno Nightcrawler. Look how dumb and soft these things look:

Screenshots taken from this video

It’s just a weird blob of legs? Not only do they look ridiculous, but you could easily snare one in a bear trap since all they do is walk around like dumb little smooth brained idiots. These things are the equivalent of a sunfish (equally whumpable).

Whumpability score: 10/10

Cool score: 5/10 (they look ethereal but there’s not a whole lot else going on here)

This may be controversial, but an honorable mention of most whumpable cryptid is going to have to go to Skinny Bob:

Images taken from Google

You’re telling me this dude doesn’t look like someone’s go-to Little Guy™️ they routinely torture or put through precarious situations and have kidnapped for ransom money; or the Youngest™️ who gets taken by Villain™️ and the Whole Team™️ has to work together to save them? Or the recently discovered creature that Evil Scientist™️ captures and performs gruesome experiments on? He’s getting whumped in multiple situations!

Skinny Bob is Whumpee™️ confirmed.

Whumpability score: 6/10 (he’s an alien so you always run the risk of having more of them show up. We also don’t know what he’s storing in that massive dome of his—maybe it’s secrets to the universe, or maybe it’s the mental power to make things explode? Additionally, he was rumored to be in cahoots with the Russian government? Either way, suspicious. And he does have hands and those long ass arms to try to fight you off, but he’s clearly not hitting the weights because those things are pool noodles at best.)

Cool score: 10/10

P.S. I engage with cryptozoology, myths and legends, and paranormal encounters for entertainment purposes only. Is this shit real? I have no idea, and I don’t care. That’s not the point, I’m here for the fun and whimsy. There’s no harm in indulging in the unknown. I’m not here to convince or attest to the legitimacy of these creatures. It’s not that serious, so please don’t come after me!

[tiredrobin]

"I think I should be allowed to kill."

This earns a reaction from Pin-Lee, if glancing over at me could be considered a reaction. "Oh, yeah?" she asks. She's distracted and unconcerned. Rude.

"You shouldn't have shown it the thread," Arada says with a grin.

"I think murder is the answer to all of my problems," I insist.

Overse is sort of hanging off of Arada on the couch, draped in a weird way that can't be comfortable. Arada does not appear to notice. "What thread? About what?"

"Don't—"

"Humans are stupid and have dumb opinions and I think I should be allowed to kill everyone who is wrong."

Overse's eyes go a little wide. "Is this about one of your shows?"

"Yes," I hiss emphatically.

Overse looks at Pin-Lee with mild horror. "What did you do?"

"I saw a Sanctuary Moon thing and sent it to SecUnit. I didn't realize there was a connection to a discussion board attached to the message bundle until..." she gestures vaguely in my direction, making a face that I can't make out. None of my drones are positioned well enough to see her easily. I'm pretty sure she's mostly amused, though.

None of my humans are taking me seriously. I would be offended, but I'm too busy being unreasonably angry about bad opinions regarding my comfort show. "I think you should include in my argument for full citizenship on Preservation the right for me to take lives indiscriminately."

"Might not go over too well," Pin-Lee dismisses.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you, too."

Arada looks like she's both trying not to laugh and trying not to look too concerned. "Are you okay?" she asks me.

I can't really tell if it's a serious question or not. I also never know how to answer that question unless I'm doing terrible, in which case I don't mind making it known. "I'm pissed enough to rip someone's head off their shoulders."

Okay, yes, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Humans are stupid and foolish and make terrible decisions all the time, so it'd be unfair of me to expect them to be smart about story arcs. I want to be offended, though, so I am offended, and I won't keep it to myself. No more quiet and self-contained Murderbot today, thank you very much.

Arada does laugh, at least. She has a fine laugh. I get a funny look from Overse and nothing more from Pin-Lee. No one appears to have anything more to say on the subject. Looks like I might end up fuming in silence anyway.

(I've always known about discussion boards, obviously. Back when I first discovered the entertainment feed, I also found my way to threads and forums and discussions about things produced and shared on said feed. On my second tentative download I had managed to include some of those threads, and I spent maybe an hour perusing page after page of bad human opinions before trashing the whole thing.

I downloaded more the next time I had access to the entertainment feed. I lasted ten minutes more before trashing it all again. I think I did that six or seven times before giving up entirely; back then, I was mostly confusedly frustrated or passively annoyed, and it wasn't worth the processing space.

Now, though, and with better context for my emotions, it's kind of fun to be so annoyed.

Kind of.

I probably won't go out of my way to do this again. I've had more than enough with humans being dumb. Inflicting this upon myself of my own volition is more torturous than anything.)

[yuri-is-online]

Recently this blog hit 500 followers, so I am thinking of doing another request event but I'm having trouble deciding on a theme so I thought we could put it to a poll! Thank you very much for all your support, if you have a different suggestion please feel free to comment or send me an ask. I've put some of my thought process for each set of prompts under the read more in case you're confused by the potential theme.

Jane Austen prompts would just be me listing a few quotes and writing a one shot based off them. I'd probably limit these to one character per request and make them a bit lengthier to compensate. These might get angsty pretty fast since a lot of them would be about the pining stage and messy confessions.

Masquarade balls slap and I have GloMas brainrot. These would not necessarily be about GloMas though, just a Masq ball in general. Things like dancing with a handsome stranger, only to lose him and have to rant about it to a suspiciously quiet friend the next day, or being chosen as the "killer" in a murder mystery game and using it as an excuse to mess with someone, or maybe just a classic accidentally making out with someone you swore up and down you didn't like and knocking his mask off in the process. I love Masquarades so much.

Originally these were just "Halloween Prompts" but I felt like expanding it a bit. Twisted Wonderland doesn't have things like Christmas or Valentines, but a homesick Yuu could easily convince their friends to celebrate with them. There would be a focus on the characters trying to make Yuu feel at home in Twisted Wonderland, with maybe some slight angst.

Beyond NRC is the title of a google doc of dumb promts I have lying around of things like decorating a first apartment, lying to your kids about how you met, surprising a partner with flowers, visiting a partner at work, etc. Basically lots of domestic partnership focused prompts and lots of fluff.

Thank you for your time and your votes! I am pleased to have entertained you some.

[bug-the-chicken-nug]

Not to tip my hat about how I'm a weirdo and I have a weakness for fictional codependency, but god help me I really am thinking about an AU with Ben/Sapient Omnitrix right now huh.

With the Omnitrix sort of becoming an OC in a way, because how this works is

Azmuth programmed it with an AI who is initially just a generically helpful blank slate with pre-programmed knowledge, but adapts to its user, developing alongside them to, in theory, work with them as well as possible.

Azmuth just never knew that maybe this feature would, uh...

Work a bit too well, in some ways.

So, the Omnitrix, within a few weeks of being bonded to Ben, also comes to define itself as a "young boy", and quickly learns English, but can only "speak" in Ben's head.

He prefers to go by "Trix" now, although he also lets Ben call him "Trixie" as a joke (that ascends to genuine cutesy term of endearment)

Besides an inbuilt onboard library of knowledge specific to his own function, Trix is ironically not much "smarter" than Ben. His neural network is still developing. Plus, a lot of what he can do as the Omnitrix is the AI equivalent of "subconscious", because Azmuth found that Trix's prototypes became overwhelmed, unstable, and often overly detached and nihilistic if they had full conscious insight into what they do, and how they do it.

In a similar vein and further bid for stability, much of Trix's factual knowledge is sort of "one step removed" from his core memory, instead archived in a way where it's like "looking it up" rather than "directly knowing it".

This makes him more capable of messing up, especially because Azmuth realized it's actually important to let him be personally capable of both positive and negative emotion, as it ultimately led to a more empathetic and adaptive AI.

(And again, trying to program a fearless and infallible prototype Trix resulted in strange and unanticipated issues over time.)

Ben can also share his senses with Trix, and memories if he wants to, in this way allowing Trix a way to both further connect to him and understand the world around them.

(This also leads to various scenes of Ben voluntarily doing weird and/or dumb things just so Trix can know what it's like)

Trix's personality as a "kid" would come to be as follows:

-Extremely curious

-Oddly enough, also quite anxious, which seems to be a much tamer expression of the sorts of severe neurosis that the prototypes could develop. (I also think the mental image of Ben trying to comfort his watch is weirdly cute in a funny and awkward kinda way)

- Naturally kind of clingy

- Easily bored, but also easily entertained by anything novel.

- A bit of the jealous and possessive type

- Somewhat insecure, sensitive, and awkward at times

- Protective, and a bit overbearing

- Terrible handling of humor and sarcasm, doesn't quite seem to "grasp" it yet.

- If not reciting a knowledge archive, tends to be stilted and awkward with his words. He still prefers nonverbal thoughts, sensations, and images.

-By nature, a people-pleaser. Not just to Ben, but also tends to want to help everyone, and quickly becomes dejected if he feels unhelpful.

- Very earnest and sincere, surprisingly gullible.

In the OS, they are largely just like, super best friends, although it becomes increasingly obvious that Trix is into Ben. (And doesn't realize, in part because he is not *directly* supposed to be able to romantically love, it's just that he is able to develop in such a way as to become capable of it, as a side-effect of the sort of open-ended mental flexibility required of him.) And then like. post-OS, Ben now takes Trix off largely because he starts feeling weird about Trix lacking full autonomy, and wants Trix to be properly able to be his own person (and has Azmuth give Trix the ability to "wear himself" by forming a hard-light projection) Trix sees where Ben is coming from and agrees to this, but as he isn't human, only somewhat mentally modeled off of a human, he lowkey never actually comes to prefer being independent over being a watch, particularly *Ben's watch*, and his Space Adventures (I'm kind of imagining he's kept with a trusted entourage on a ship that never stays in one place for long, to reduce risks of Trix getting hunted down) are fun and all, but Trix eventually realizes he loves Ben, caves to his longing, and runs away to go back to Earth. (Accidentally attracting unwanted attention that is now what kicks off Alien Force in the process)

This unwanted attention DOES give Trix the perfect excuse to attach to Ben again, which Ben is a little reluctant about while Trix is just ecstatic. They compromise with Trix being able to project his avatar while Ben wears him, but only up to a certain distance away from Ben. Which makes Ben feel a little better, but he still can't quite understand how Trix is so content for things to be like this forever. And then Trix ""dies"" right before Ultimate Alien, and Ben goes through a whole edgy depression arc where he can't fucking STAND the Ultimatrix (who is also sapient, but largely indifferent to him because it houses an older AI, one of the ones who's *overly* intelligent and self-aware, overly conscious of just how powerful it is, and as a result, is unable to view life as anything 'special' at all. Leading to a rather alien, much more detached, despondent, amoral, and low-empathy mindset as a result.) Trix is eventually brought back, and now Ben's trauma has left him 100% in agreement with the clingy "stay with me forever and NEVER leave in any way" mindset.

[xxlittle-miss-horrorxx]

I think I may make a side blog just for Helluva Boss

Now it’s not really gonna be so much of a critical blog (even if I may critique things here and there) but idk I still have a very love and hate relationship with said series. It’s actually more of a blog of an AU of how I would change things. Like redesigns and such.

I don’t fully hate it since I had fond memories with season 1 but idk something about season 2 misses the mark for me… the last episode was so bad that even my friends who love the series thought it was too much. (Actually like me, they also can’t stand season 2)

Also, I don’t wanna discuss these spindlehorse allegations. I feel like it’s not fair to jump the gun since there’s more sides to the stories and I keep seeing screenshots that provide no context at all. And just talking about that is super exhausting… like sorry guys, I rather not have people bother me about that.

However, I still like the characters I just wish season 2 didn’t assassinate them. I actually love Blitzo being an cynical asshole and he’s a favorite of mine BUT ahhhh I would prefer if he faced consequences. I’m very mixed with Stolas, I enjoyed him through season 1 since idk the morally grey with him was entertaining but eh…. The woobification happened and once again being neglectful to Octavia :””) so yeah but I had ideas I have in mind.

I think the issue with Helluva Boss, is that it should had stayed as an episodic edgy adult cartoon than forcing it to have a plot driven story. A thing with cynical characters CAN work but you should let them face consequences when they do dumb stuff. It’s kind of why I enjoy MTV’s downtown so much since that show too has cynical characters but don’t always get things easily handed to them. But now it’s like giving me the odd feeling I had with Aggrektsuko and SVTFOE when they force a ship to show that it ruins all logic 🙃🙃🙃

That being said, I have issues with the fandom and hatedom.

I really don’t wanna engage to much with the fandom since holy shit there’s so much toxic positivity there, i remember people getting angry at me for disliking Loona. (When I had my reasons) and I had to give my reasons why the show had a misogyny problem with women. Because god forbid a fan can’t have different opinions.🙄🙄🙄 I am nervous to share self ship art of my oc with Bl*tzo since oooof st*l*tz shippers may take it personal. (Even tho I plan to have blitzo and Stolas be in a friends with benefits relationship since I think that makes more sense with them )

And while I don’t really 100% believe these allegations since I think there’s missing truth, I hate how these Stans would attack Erin and Ken like guys please fucking stop. We need to have innocent until guilty, not just with Viv okay? I’ve detached myself from Viv since I’m not fond of her childish behavior but I don’t wanna jump the gun with her still. (Please don’t bother me about this I’m aware of Ken and I do hope they recover, it’s just that’s so exhausting )

As for the hatedom and antis… oooof I’ve seen antis go too far and would harass Viv and her writers and such because of a bad episode and all of that. Don’t get me wrong, I know Viv enables bad fandom behavior and even shit talks people that review her stuff and I am against that… but sometimes these haters stoop to her level. Hell one “critical” blog even went on how Viv blocked them and was all “suspicious I think not” well when you constantly got o their pages to harass her and her team, well no shit they’ll block you. And idk this person just has a very unhealthy extreme hate for Viv…. They watch her every move and look way too deep into things…

It’s just idk I hate because these people get lumped with criticals. Some critic blogs are fine I just hate they’re now lumped with antis that go too far.

Also maybe it’s me, I’m planning to create an Indie project soon and I just rather make a side blog for this stuff. I think it may be unprofessional for someone like me to dwelve into the hatedom and fandom and it’s better to surround yourself with small friends you trust.

So yeah don’t expect me going anti or Stan, it may be a bit critical but it’s also me doing fun AUs and enjoying things I do like about the show. The more you stay in toxic positivity or toxic negativity, it’s gonna eat you alive.

I’ve been encouraged by friends to just do my own thing you know :3

So I just rather be the casual fan who just forms her opinions on things so I don’t have to interact with fandom as a whole :””)

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Ok, So, We're Doing This

One of these days, I swear I'm actually not going to do a thing I say I'm not doing. But today is not that day. This review isn't going to be as in-depth as usual, mostly because I just honestly don't have that much to say about it, and what I do have to say is...less complimentary than I shoot for on this blog. So all that said, I guess we're talking A Fire in the Flesh.

CONTENT WARNING: Some brief discussion of sexual assault. Always take care of you first; this book is not worth triggering or retraumatizing yourself over and we will happily see you next time if you need or want to bow out from here.

My biggest critique of this book is that it is generously half a book stretched to 600-odd pages. Like, you could have easily condensed the timeline, nixed about a third of the overall angst, and made this a really strong half of another book. The endless dragging out of Kolis releasing Ash and the agonizingly slow negotiations between Sera and Kolis could have paced faster without losing the stakes or the weight. Honestly, losing some of the dragginess might have ADDED to the weight, because honestly this book hit a point for me where you can only sit in a cage agonizing over whats-ifs and wherefores for so long before I am screeching at the book to *move the fuck on already*. There was too much of this book. Take some back, please.

Now before I jump into the conversation this book clumsily tried to have about sex and consent, I want to make one thing crystal clear:

Consent is important. Talking about consent is important. People knowing that they can choose to revoke consent literally at any time is important. Knowing what isn't consent is also important. This is an important topic and it deserves page time.

That said, maybe the king of "my dick wasn't actually inside you so it doesn't count" and gaslighting's court is not like...the best place to have that conversation. Especially with the mean girl primal (yes, she has a name, I don't care) actively going "I got off so its not rape" and making Sera question her own feelings about Kolis's assault on her. Gaslight is probably not the vibe you want in a romance book.

And yeah, the book tries to have nuanced conversations about this, but I didn't find them particularly well handled. The pacing and bloat of the book might have had something to do with that, because honestly I got tired of the repetitive nature of all of this. Again, brevity and speed might have strengthened an otherwise weak attempt at dealing with the absolutely fucky relationship North America has with sexual assault and its propensity to minimize, victim blame, and gaslight. And again, THIS TOPIC IS IMPORTANT. This book just wasn't well structured and paced enough to pull off the conversation it wanted to have, and then it also threw in the scene where Sera breaks a glass dildo in half and murders a guy with it. That is FARCICAL. Pick a tone and stick with it when you're trying to have a weighty conversation.

I will say that the ascension bits at the end and Ash full-on going "if you die, I'm dragging the world to hell after you" was entertaining, in a twisted kind of way. I did also think that it was an extension of the last two books' "Ash and Sera can't communicate if their lives depend on it" problem, but I'm starting to think this series is treating that like a feature rather than a bug, so... *shrug*.

That's more or less my take on this book. It was too long, it was too slow, and it could easily have been the first ten chapters of a stronger book. I wish I could say it was at least a dumb fun read, but the pacing just absolutely killed the reading experience for me.

[norbezjones]

AU-gust in September #5: Chess Players (Romance The Backrooms)

So, here’s the deal.  I couldn’t participate in my beloved AU-gust event last month, because I was busy.  So I thought, fuck it, I’ll just participate this month instead, because we as humans can do whatever we want, and screw the rules lmao!  And that’s what I’m doing.

The event is “supposed” to be for fanfiction, but I want to write AUs for my game Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests, so I’m gonna do that instead.  Like I said, screw the rules! X)

Since September has only 30 days, I’ll treat Day 31’s prompt as a Joker (aka a prompt I can switch out if I don’t like the day’s chosen prompt).

Today’s Prompt: Chess Players

Characters: Glarence, Kalcal, & Zenobos.

Other Info: I think Zenobos is a Human Anthropology student in this AU, but I don’t fully know what the others are majoring in.  Feel free to share any ideas y’all have!

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“Kalcal, stop eating the pawns.  You’ll get indigestion,” Glarence snapped.  Since they were in the school library (a private room, but still), he had been trying to be quiet, but this was the last fucking straw.

“Awww, but I like them!” Kalcal said, frowning.

Glarence folded his arms, scowling.  “I’m trying to teach you chess, and you’re not taking me seriously. . .”

“I just doing get why you want to teach me this dumb game anyway!” Kalcal replied with a shrug.  “I mean, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal,” Glarence said in an overly-patient tone, “is that I need 5 people in order to form a chess club at this college, including myself.  And if you, as my roommate, learned chess, it would really help me form this club.  And that would give me an extracurricular leadership role, which I need in order to prove to [REDACTED] that I am a capable overseer.  And I can rub that in his fucking face.”

Kalcal tilted his head.  “Seems like a complicated plan,” he said to Glarence.  “Do you even have 3 other people to join this club?”

“Not yet,” Glarence replied, “but I will.  You’ll see. . .”

“E-Excuse me?”  The two of them jumped at the voice, and Glarence turned to see a fellow student at the doorway of the room, holding an armful of library books..  He was very short, and his hair was rather gray for his age.  “D-Did I hear you say something about a chess club?”

Glarence perked up, nodding.  “Yes.  Are you interested in joining?”

“Absolutely!” the stranger replied, grinning.  “I love playing chess!”  He sat down next to Glarence and put his books down on the table.  “I’m Zenobos, by the way.”

“I’m Glarence,” Glarence said, “and the guy trying to eat the pieces is Kalcal.”

“Hiiiii!” Kalcal exclaimed with a goofy grin.

“I’m trying to teach Kalcal how to play chess, but he’s barely able to make a move without getting distracted, let alone try and beat me,” Glarence muttered.

“Well, everyone learns things differently—maybe that’s why,” Zenobos told him.  “Want me to try teaching him?”

Glarence smirked.  This was going to be entertaining to watch.  “Be my guest.”

The two of them switched seats, and Zenobos took a fidget cube out of his pocket, holding it out to Kalcal.  “Want to use this while we go over the pieces?” he asked.

“Ooo, that looks fun!  Thank you!” Kalcal exclaimed, snatching the cube from him.

“Awesome!”  Zenobos held up the black king on his side of the board.  “Now, the goal of chess is to capture the other player’s king, which is this piece. . .”

As he talked, Glarence couldn’t help but be impressed.  Kalcal actually seemed to be listening, and Zenobos was able to easily break things down in a simple way when Kalcal got confused (something Glarence struggled with).  It was definitely something to be admired.

Then, Zenobos said something that got Glarence’s attention.  “. . . and I know a few other people who might want to join the club, Kalcal, so we can have more people to play with!”

“Ooo, yay!” Kalcal exclaimed.

“Wait, who else would want to join?” Glarence asked excitedly.

“My friends Adiel & Uri!” Zenobos replied.  “They’re both chess players, too—Uri has been playing way longer than me & Adiel, and Adiel & I have been playing for about the same amount of time.”

“That would be 5 people. . . That would be enough to form the club!” Glarence exclaimed, grinning.  “Can we meet your friends now, see if they’re interested?”

“I’m going to meet them at the cafeteria in 10 minutes, if you two want to come with me,” Zenobos replied.

“Absolutely,” Glarence said, nodding.  “Let’s do it.”

“Sounds like you’re gonna have your club soon enough, G!” Kalcal exclaimed with a grin.

“Yes,” Glarence replied, smirking.  “Yes, it looks like I will. . .”

[zims-left-antenna]

on the topic of representation in media, I feel like it's important to consider rep that doesn't include the USA.

ofc, rep that includes ppl in said country should obviously exist. my point is that the focus has been too much on them for so long, it's understandable cuz they have the monopoly of the entertainment industry, but like other ppl (with experiences outside of the US) deserve their time to shine too, idk ???

(warning. after this I start to ramble a LOT and probably exaggerate stuff cuz idk it's one am. TLDR I feel like latin american rep is not living to its potential and that sometimes is just like, overlooked idk)

and now that I'm talking about this, I'll mention the US' latino rep. which by definition, their use if the word "Latino" is kind of wrong already, so it's not a good start and probably an early sign of ignorance towards a large group of people. but maybe I'm being too harsh (and exaggerating) on american media

latino, as a group, is SO broad. iirc, it includes anyone with roots in countries with latin based languages, so it's not limited to Latin America, it includes the latin part of Europe too (Spain, Portugal, France, Italy). I get that Latino is used as a shortened version of latin american, I just don't like how the word is being transformed into something that doesn't define the term in its entirety. anyway.

what we mostly see of us in media is just based on the US, and most of that are characters who are descendants of immigrants.

and that's good! but it shouldn't be the staple of latin american rep. it fits more the rep of latin american immigrants (1st gen, 2nd gen, that'll depend on the characters)

now, about latin american rep, there's so much to cover!!! because there is NOT one way to be latin american. because it's just a piece of land that some ppl happen to be born in and live in.

there's no point in making ambiguously latino characters or having said characters follow one way to be latin american. that just makes no sense.

what shapes the characters into what they are is their environment, which will differ from country to country (it's not the same growing up in Venezuela and growing up in Uruguay), social class, financial situation.. well, y'know, that kinda stuff.

so I believe there should be more focus on the countries inside latin america. ofc, if u don't know about X country's culture and want to start s project related to it, then you'll have to do ur research, that's not a bad thing anyway

maybe it's just me, but I feel like there's has to be more than just stereotypes when it comes to representation. as dumb as what I'm gonna say may sound, it sucks being constantly told in subtle ways that ur not truly X nationality\etc. just because u are not like others think u should be like. just cuz ur not like some of ur peers. it just beats the point of rep, imo.

also bad rep in media can easily make the ppl who don't know about who the rep is about, even more ignorant about said group of ppl (sorry I'm so redundant). see some twitter users act towards argentinians for example. apparently to them, Argentina was not part of latin america (even tho it's in the territory) because some argentinians are white or white passing. yup. it was kinda funny to see tho lol

[nightcall99]

Dream from 8.10.23

I am walking in the streets of Paris and I could see JL (my best friend from high school who I don't talk to anymore) approaching. I was hoping to walk right past her without her noticing but unfortunately she saw me and actually came up to speak to me, 'Hey are you really going to just ignore me?'. I didn't really care about explaining myself, but I sighed and replied hoping my excuse would quell her, 'I just don't have friends anymore'. She said something back like 'Same.' Then we wound up hanging out and catching up since it's been at least 5 years since I'd last seen her irl. We ended up getting on a ferry-ride to somewhere and as we were sitting in our seats, I realised that against my will, the conversation was flowing, She seemed a lot more open and dare I say it, cooler, than she'd ever been IRL. We seemed to have a lot of things in common again. We were sitting right at the back and I noticed that everyone else on the ferry seemed to be asleep, except for us. In fact, one side of the ferry was darkened to accommodate for them, with the curtains drawn or the windows blocked out somehow. JL gestured toward a little girl asleep in her chair who appeared to be travelling by herself. We also saw some symbol plastered on the window but I don't remember what it was.

I came to realise that I had come to Paris for a spontaneous 2-week trip and I was going back home on Friday, like this Friday, and today was as if it was today. I told JL that I didn't actually have the full 2 weeks off, like 14 days off in a row, just the days in between the days I attend work. Somehow, I was able to attend work back in Australia but also be in Paris on holiday on my rostered-off days, with no physical travelling back and forth involved. Maybe I was astral travelling, I think I would just wake up and appear where I was supposed to be for that particular day. I had this understanding that this meant I could only take day trips to see the sights within Paris/France and I couldn't go anywhere that was too far away (like neighbouring European countries) that would require an overnight stay.

I wondered if JL was alone here too but I had a feeling her husband was probably back at their hotel and she'd just taken the day to spend alone. The energy between us was still flowing and I found myself wanting to continue talking to her. She was more open and free, without any of the reservations about things she used to have. I'd always just accepted her privateness as a part of her, but she was different now. Maybe I was different too. We just talked about dumb stuff, but the conversation was entertaining. We laughed and giggled together. I talked about how I'm into reading smut now and she made an expression like she reads it too. I also talked about buying things here that I can’t get back home. She even knew where we would be able to purchase some weed gummies and I was so excited, and also surprised she knew some stockists. I really wanted to stock up on those and take some home in my luggage since the rules are so different and you can't get them so easily in Australia. I even thought about the fact that the oral contraceptive pill is so accessible and only over the counter here, while back home it requires a doctors visit and a barrage of questions. I was going to buy that too to bring home if I ended up coming across it.

[ram-de]

[Read] Howie&Artie (~P326)

Okay. I haven't been writing review ahem, not review, just thoughts about books i read because at some point i felt like finishing it in one go, moving to another, and like... it's so addicting. i read that i'm in a kind of a honeymoon phase when it comes to reading. lots i read, easily entertained, found the joy in everything. so... and i don't mind that.

so when i read this top review about this one book on goodreads, which, is offensively annoying, honestly. i hate reading snobby reviews, <-which i am lowkey doing right now, what the fuck, reviewing another revies?! well, whatever. rage is all-consuming. thing is, it's this specific way of reviewing that bothers me to no end. snobby, pretentious, all superior. book is an entertainment, get off your high horses! a picture attached somehow making me frustated. and also do not finish because of the spice being fade to black I WAS LOOKING FOR A NON-SPICY BOOK HELLO??!?!?!? WHY DOES EVERY ROMANCE BOOK HAVE TO INCLUDE SPICE!!! WHY YOU'RE RATING IT BAD BECAUSE IT'S NOT... TRYING WHAT IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE?!?!! i do love me some spice but like... i don't know, leaving a 2/5 because what a book visioned doesn't align to what you expected it to be (becuase you wished for it to be something else) is. not everything meant to be spiced!!! some is just sweet and fluffy! and that is okay!!! spicy is okay too!! but not every single thing has to be one thing you want it to be!!! augh!!! idk. it irks me. not that i can't do anything about it.

ACTUALLY I CAN. I READ THIS ONE PURELY IN SPITE. BECAUSE OF THIS ONE REVIEW. screw you. i finished it too. I MADE A POST ABOUT IT IN MY TUMBLR TOO. and what i get? hella cute story. reminds me of reading a shoujo, slice-of-life esque manga. or a shounen manga with the protagonist doing part-time job in a supermarket and most of the time the story centers around the protagonist and his work. (eg. hataraku maou sama, it's NOT SIMILIAR AT ALL. just gave me similiar vibes). also the humor. I get it. i don't... i don't really stick with the humor too, mostly because there's a heckton of references about pop cultures and stuff which i don't... get. but when it hits, it hits. i laughed a lot.

(now i am reconsidering writing this because... the last one i wrote about two male-leads being cute is ari&dante and that's several months ago), but oh well. this is june!!! happy... june... month. i love romance books. UM. i hope no one irl knows my tumblr💀

HOWIE!!! this guy irks me at the beginning because of the typical lame-shounen protagonist kind of traits. oggling over girls (though he did felt wrong, but he still do oggle), kind of a loser that masks his worries in what it seems like an attempt of funny jokes. you're funny! sometimes!! howie. basically... he applied to work at this one craft store, because he wanted to get laid. and his reason is even more lame. he thought guys that deals with arts is more sensitive and that's why he would suddenly be a male alpha that oozes attracting forces. so he thought. he's dumb and endearing...

the other lead is ARTIE!!! cold and distant at first. typical, but it doesn't took long for him to open up. and by that i meant stealing kisses... um. even in mangas, this tropes irked me so bad. what happened to consent... and idk how it is in other places maybe it's romanticized to no end and maybe it's just how it goes in other countries. idk!! i'm brought up very conservatively, okay. i have a very limited view of how it's usually meant to be. and add to that being in a mostly... idk... the country i live in isn't... really??? forget it. ARTIE!!! a top-student, achieving, members of the? orchestra? club back in high school. one thing leads to another that he ended up being the one to take care of this craft store instead. the store itself isn't doing well, considering there's a cheaper, better, alternative like Holly's. about his character instead, i find it refreshing that he's not the usual i'm out you're not so you need to get your shit up if we want to be together ASAP. which is!!! totally fair to everyone! im just so used to it being one of the main conflicts and sort of, idk, maybe felt like it gave me some vibes of something along like coming out before they're ready...

the dialogues (which takes like 80% of the story) is honestly the life of the book itself. and even when it's not, it's told in 1st POV in Howie's. and he usually went into this tangent of basically everything so. and it's amusing! the characters are also lively, though maybe it's a bit, very... how do i say this. stereotypic-ish... like there's this one main traits. The main craftstore-cast is a solid A+! mostly because howie's opening up to others outside of his usual clique and mother is very, joyful to read. He himself getting to know more about himself, being more open, being more happy in general too. howie himself is tackling with some issues outside of his newfound love interest and work buddies. his twin brother, who's studying pre-med, high-achiever, had a girl visiting town. his mother, who's been in a slump for two years because his dad passed away in an accident who she blames herself for. and his friends, amber and mitch!!

relatively speaking the scale of drama in this fiction isn't that... all-stake big. like, although it deals with deceased dad (and partner), and maybe tackling some stuff like insecurity and inferiority... the side cast is so... SO... LIVELY!!! kristy is lovely and cute and honest. cora is a cool and confident and bold and all!!! arthur is cold and distant and rather quiet and stoic at first. howie talks like in this kind of bro-like vibes and very manly and the resident i like girls one. the dynamics!!! THE DYNAMICS!!! HELLO!!! the way kristy sets up the two and her (and howie) ((and cora)) pretending not to know it gets me everytime because who are we lying to here guys? attending cora's show, artie's piano performance... and there's this one. this one time it's so fluffy. when howie visited kristy's place one time. she told him someone told him cute... i... words cannot put it into justice. and i'm not good with words. i'm just reminiscing it in my head because it's so cute. CUTE. AGH I LOVE CUTE BOOKS....

it's all felt lighthearted to me. it's warm, and, fluffy. okay, maybe there's some pages with unnecessary narration like lengthy text... and unfunny jokes. but when being lighthearted is the main charm of this book (to me, anyway), there's times when it doesn't lands and it's okay. doesn't take the other time when it does things to me. and maybe precisely because it's lighthearted... it doesn't deal with a more grounded or realistic challenges other... more... idk. dramas usually tackle. it can be a dealbreaker to others, and it's fine.

i'm engrossed.

by the time we're reaching some, i don't know. resolution phase of the book, i cried. mostly things happened with howie's mom. i don't know why i cried easily when it comes to family stuff, i cried too when it happened in ari&dante, and eleanor oliphant, and leonard peacock. and i read this book because of the romance too. so... i'm just saying there's more to the story and it touches me. ultimately, i felt like howie's and artie's became less of a focus but more of a bigger part of... howie's journey in feeling happier as the time goes. and... !@#$?13$!#$#:#!FKEIUG2321$?#!?!!!! i'm weak.

i don't remember how to review a book. this is just another tangent. and i know, i said i'm pouring it out of spite. but i liked the book! it's fun for what it is. it can be cute and fluffy one page, unhinged tangent the next one, and then numbingly touching the other.

anyway. that's it!!! for my thoughts. i love it for what it is. happy june!!! here for a better month!!!

[noyaism]

No Manners

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: enemies/rivals to lovers, public sex, hate sex, heavy degrading, edging, choking, overstim, teasing, size kink, power dynamics, sir!Tsukki, dacryphilia, humiliation, spanking, slapping, exhibitionism, sadism, masochism, dumbification, creampie, this shit is pure filth (let me know if I missed any warnings!)

Song Inspo: No Manners - Superm

If there was anything you prided yourself on, it was being the smartest person in any given room you walked into. School had always come so easily to you, no subject too hard, no concept you wouldn't understand. That was, until you got to college. University was a beast unto its own, and it showed you that maybe the genius you had always believed you possessed could indeed be threatened. 

While you found yourself at the top at almost every single class you took, your economics class was your Achilles heel. It irked you how the information just didn’t seem to mesh with you. It made you feel so inferior, and that wasn’t something you were used to. It also wasn’t something Tsukishima Kei was used to, however, thanks to you he was feeling a new sense of inferiority that was completely foreign to him. He, like you, was used to being at the top of his class, nobody coming close to him academically. Then, he got to university, and unfortunately for him you two shared a major, and took the exact same classes. It was odd enough in the first semester, and when it ended he was so glad to finally get away from you, and to regain his status.

Then the second semester came and once again, you both signed up for the exact same classes. This time was different, though, because finally, Tsukishima held something over you; you couldn’t understand economics to save your life, and it came to Tsukishima as easily as everything else did. 

Understandably, the two of you had developed a bit of a rivalry. It would come around every so often that Tsukki did better than you on a test, scored higher in a lab, and it drove you insane how he would rub it in, so when you did better than him, you did the same. The two of you were starting to hate each other’s guts. However, you were on the verge of failing your economics class, and there wasn’t going to be anyone better to help you study than Tsukishima. When you asked him to help you study he straight up laughed in your face, entertained by the fact you were actually coming to him for help. It was such a stroke to his ego, he couldn’t possibly say no. 

You two scheduled a study session for the following Friday evening. You met in one of the study rooms up on the third floor around five, intending to stay for a couple hours. Tsukishima had arrived a little early, as you walked in you saw him with his notebook and laptop out on the table, writing down some notes. You took a seat next to him, getting yourself ready to begin. As he attempted to explain all these concepts to you; rambling on about monopolies and price ceilings and deficits, none of it was clicking. You asked him to explain things time and time again, and he was getting visibly irritated the more you seemed to not be getting things.

“You agreed to help me study, Tsukishima. You can't go on and complain now that I don’t get it, you knew I didn't.”

“Yeah, I got that part, but I wasn’t expecting you to be this utterly dense.” 

You folded your arms across your chest, letting out a small huff under your breath.

“You're such a dick.” You muttered, not thinking much of the remark. It was an unequivocal fact that anyone who ever came in contact with him had to know, which you yourself already knew quite well, but you hadn't expected him to be this bad personally. You thought since you were undoubtedly better at him in any other subject you would at least be spared of his ill mannered remarks, but it seemed to be the opposite; he'd get on you because you were so much better at him in everything else. It was the one thing he held over you, and he was going to make the absolute most of it. 

“What did you call me?” He asked, snapping his head in your direction. 

“I called you a dick, because you are. I get it, okay? I don’t understand the material, it’s above my intelligence level, I’m the dumbest bitch in the world. Cool, fine, awesome. If tutoring me is that much of a pain I’ll just go, alright? Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Utterly fed up, you tossed all of your things into your backpack and got up from your seat, starting to storm away. Tsukishima watched you as you went for the door, only momentarily, before getting up and following behind you. You barely got the door unlocked and open before a forceful push of a hand from above shut it, and you turned and looked up at the man, confused as to what it was he was doing.

“We aren’t done studying.”

“Yes we are. I can’t take your shit anymore, I’m done.”

“No, we’re gonna stay here and work on this until you get it,” He lowered himself down to make more direct eye contact with you.

“Got me?” He finished, once the two of you were level. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head a bit. This situation was unbelievable, and he was totally impossible. You weren’t sure how much clearer you could possibly get, but you had no problem reiterating yourself.

“No, I don’t. Makes sense that I don’t, right? ‘Cuz I’m ‘utterly dense’, as you said.”

“And incredibly mouthy, apparently.”

“Only when dealing with assholes like you.” Tsukishima let out a chuckle of his own after that line, straightening himself up and looking down on you once again. You hated when he did that, but it wasn’t like he had much choice, he towered over your much smaller frame. It personified your current situation almost too well. 

“You know, someone should put little girls like you in their place.” He fairly quickly retorted.

“And someone should knock tall elitists like you down a peg.” You scoffed. 

“I’d love to see you try.” Tsukishima took a couple steps back from you after speaking, as if to quite literally challenge you to do something. You weren’t a violent person to say the least, but at that moment you would’ve paid good money to punch the man before you in the face, and it seemed you were going to get the opportunity for free. How could you possibly pass that up?

You dropped your backpack onto the floor, lurching forward at Tsukishima before it even hit the floor. To your utter surprise he caught you before you got too close, his hand wrapped around your neck. It was nowhere near a tight grip, but it left you breathless, and forced you to look up at the blonde. There was this smirk on his face, like you had done exactly what he wanted you to, like he now had you in the palm of his hand. The look in his eye was so devilish, nobody had ever looked at you like that. You almost didn’t know what to make of it, almost.

“Now now, dumb little whores like you don’t get to touch me.” The pure filth that fell from his lips confirmed exactly what you rationalized from his gaze. It was all you needed.

“Fuck me, now.”

Tsukishima needed no further instruction, moving his hand off your throat and down to your thigh, pulling your leg up and prompting you to wrap yourself around him. He caught you midway through your small jump, and in an instant your lips crashed together. You couldn’t shake just how angry he made you, and he couldn’t shake how sexy you looked when you were mad. That little body of yours held so much aggression in it, and since he was more than willing to let out the beast in you, Tsukki was just as willing to tame it.

In fact, he would take great pleasure in doing so.

Tsukki walked back over to the table you two were sat at, placing you down onto the cold, manicured wood. The exchange of your lips was filled to the brim in the most carnal, lustful intent. The two of you fought for dominance with it, neither of you having even the slightest intention of backing down. Tsukishima was already more than frustrated with you, and your attempts to gain control of the situation weren't helping. 

With a swift move he pulled away from the kiss and brought a hand around your neck once again, this time giving it a fairly decent grip. His face looked so calm, like this was nothing he hadn't done before, but his actions told a completely different story. How he managed to keep his expression so composed while taking full control of you made a shiver run down your spine, and the heat between your thighs grow exponentially. 

“Listen; I’m the one in charge here, y/n. What makes you think a tiny, powerless slut like you could ever even attempt to control someone so much bigger, so much stronger than them, hm?” 

“I-I dunno…” You stuttered out, much to Tsukishima’s liking. 

“You don’t know, that's exactly what I thought. Well then, let me teach you where your place is.” While his left hand maintained its place around your throat, his right hand snaked up your thigh and under your skirt, his fingers ghosting over your clothed sex. The faint contact made you whine, you couldn't stand how badly you needed him to touch you. Your eyes pleaded for him to do something, and he basked in the glory of making you so weak so quickly. He then obliged, rubbing small, slow circles onto your clit.

“Your place is right here; being dominated by me. You will feel pleasure only when I allow you to. You will cum only when I allow you to. You will be obedient, and you’ll love every second of it. Am I understood?” 

You nodded your head with what free range of motion you had, your hips bucking in the direction of his fingers, trying to gain more pleasure in the only way you currently could. 

“Use your words, and address me only as sir.” He instructed, moving his fingers away from you. It was bad enough his moves were teasing at best, but denying you of any contact completely was infinitely worse.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” 

Tsukishima let go of your throat, using both hands to undress you, leaving you in nothing but your panties, which were horribly stained with your eagerness. It stroked his ego immensely, looking at the girl who plagued his mind, who made him feel so inferior so many times, naked in front of him, so ready to be ravaged by him. So exposed, so pathetic, but so undeniably sexy. 

He pulled up a chair, taking a seat in between your legs. His fingers danced over the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You felt so needy all you could do was whine, not a single beg or plead coming from you. He hooked a finger onto the side of your panties, pulling them over to get a good look at you. Your pussy glistened under the fluorescent lights, coated in wetness you had never experienced before. It was like a work of art for Tsukki, who took a minute to admire the piece before he pulled your underwear off of you entirely. 

He took his left thumb and ran it down the length of your sex, dipping between your folds before coming back up to your clit, finally starting to please you again. A moan slipped from between your lips, filling the quiet of the room. Tsukishima brought two fingers from his opposite hand up to your lips, and without needing instruction you allowed them entry. Your tongue swirled around his digits, a slight hum ringing from your throat as your oral fixation was satisfied. 

His fingers left your mouth with a small pop, and they were brought down to your core. They prodded at your entrance, teasing you by the anticipation of entry. You wanted it, wanted it so bad it was much more a need, and at that point you weren’t too proud to beg for it. Just as your lips parted Tsukishima pushed them into you, a whine coming from you instead. You fell back onto the table, your back arching off the wood as his fingers worked wonders unknown on you. With an upward curl he brushed up against your g-spot, your hips bucking upward in response. The pads of his fingers massaged the rough patch of flesh momentarily, making your legs shake as helpless little curses fell from your lips.

As he began pumping his fingers again he also sped up the rate at which his thumb circled your clit, and it became quite clear to Tsukki that your orgasm was approaching, and was doing so fast. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, it was almost unbearable. You heard his voice say something, but your head was spinning you could barely make it out.

“Answer me, slut. I’m not repeating myself.” Was all you could make out, but considering you didn’t know the question, it was an impossible feat. Just as your orgasm was about to arrive Tsukishima removed his fingers from you, his thumb ceased all movement, and you were left with a ruined orgasm and your hips bucking into the air.

“You’re not cumming until you can answer one of my questions correctly. That should be good enough incentive for a stupid, needy little bitch like you, right?” You propped yourself up on your arms, looking at Tsukishima in utter bewilderment. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, or that he was going to make you answer questions in order to cum, but you had to admit he wasn’t wrong. It was a pretty good incentive.

“Y-yes sir.” 

With a quick smirk Tsukki sank his head down between your thighs, his tongue dipping into your pussy, savoring your delectably sweet taste. His his hands held the backs of your thighs, giving himself unrestricted access to your sex. His tongue flicked over your clit every so often before lapping up your juices again, until he finally gave the bud uninterrupted attention. His lips latched around it, starting to suck as his fingers entered you once more. Your back arched sharply, and your hands moved to tangle into his hair, tugging on the blonde strands. Before you could even process what it was you had done, Tsukishima was hovering above you, slapping your cheek before taking a rough hold of your chin.

“I told you not to touch me, did I not?” You nodded your head frantically,

“You d-did, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you will be. Off the table.” 

You followed your instructions, and as soon as your feet hit the ground Tsukishima pulled you onto your knees, and held your chin in his hand once again, forcing you to look up at him.

“I don't think I need to tell you what to do here, do I?” You shook your head lightly, your eyes full of wonder as you looked at him. 

“No, sir.”

“Good, then show me that you're actually good at something.”

You shimmied in between Tsukishima’s legs, frantic hands fiddling with his belt as you tried to get his pants off as quickly as possible. You didn't know what was causing you to be so eager, but something in you urged you to act as quickly as possible. As you pulled his pants and boxers down his erection sprang free, the pure size of him catching you off guard. You were no inexperienced woman, this wasn't your first time seeing a penis, but you had yet to deal with anyone of his size. It was a bit intimidating, if you were to be completely honest. 

As you were told, you weren't allowed to actually touch him. You presumed if you used your hands at all it wasn't going to end well for you, but to that you could fairly easily oldige. You licked a long stripe from the base of his length up to his tip, your tongue pressing along a vein that ran that same course. You circled his tip before sucking on it, letting out a satisfied moan around him as his precum leaked out onto your tastebuds. 

You started to take him further into your mouth, each bob of your head adding another inch until you had all of him. Your eyes watered as you felt him in the back of your throat, and you gasped as you came up for air. Tsukishima looked down at you, smirking as he saw a tear run down your cheek.

“You should do more of that.”

“More of what?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“Crying for me.” 

Tsukki took hold of your hair, forcing his cock into your mouth and once again making you take the entirety of him. He held you there, letting out a groan as you choked around him. He brought you up for air and marveled at the tears running down your face, and the desperate look in your eyes. It was art for him and him alone to scrutinize, and he was most certainly a fan of the piece. Before you could fully focus your attention he was in your mouth again, his hips pushing up off the chair as he fucked your face. You gagged around his length, the sounds remarkably gratifying for Tsukishima to hear. 

He brought you back up for air one final time, holding your head up so the two of you made eye contact. He chuckled at you, admiring your current state. Spit dribbled from the sides of your mouth, tears spilled out of your eyes, and you were perilously trying to catch your breath.

“Messy little girl. You're looking more and more like the stupid little slut I've always known you are. Cmon, say it for me, tell me you're a stupid little slut.” 

As if his words weren't degrading enough, this request was surely the icing on the cake, the cherry on top of the sundae. He had you exactly where he wanted you, powerless and obedient. Just a small little toy for him to play with how he pleased. He wasn't satisfied with your lack of obedience, and slapped your cheek once again, roughly grabbing your face after.

“I wasn't giving you an option. Say it.” He demanded.

“I-I’m a stupid little slut.” You complied, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I can't fucking hear you.”

“I’m a stupid little slut!” You repeated, much louder this time. Tsukishima let out a satisfied chuckle, nodding his head. 

“That's right, and who's stupid little slut are you?” 

“Y-your stupid little slut, sir.”

“That’s right.”

Tsukishima pulled you up off the floor, laying you out on the table. He pulled his shirt off, your eyes combing over every little detail of him. You knew on top of being a student he played volleyball, so he had to be fairly muscular, but you weren't expecting what you got. He had a body even Odysseus would be jealous of, making you the ever loyal Penelope.

Tsukki lubed himself up with your wetness, as you were far from falling short of it. No man was ever this rough with you, ever this dominant. It turned you on more than you would like to admit, but there was no need to with Tsukishima. He could tell from the look in your eyes, the tone of your voice, the way your hips slightly bucked as you sucked him off. 

Without warning his tip began to prod at your entrance before starting to slip in. It was no easy feat, though. You were incredibly tight, and even then you hadn't taken anything even close to Tsukishima’s size. He took things slow, watching as every inch of him stretched you further. You whimpered at the sensation, it was intoxicating beyond what your words could even describe. A groan slipped between his lips as he bottomed out, light curses following it. The way you tightened around him made it so hard for him to control himself, but he knew you needed a moment, and he wasn't trying to hurt you.

Not at the moment, at least.

You nodded your head lightly as you felt adjusted, giving him free reign over your body once again. Tsukki grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head before he began to move. He slowly started to pull out, and with a sudden snap you were once again taking all of him, a soft scream coming from you. He did this a couple times, watching how your body jolted. Feeling how your thighs tensed up next to him. Each of these thrusts hit your cervix, sending you reeling each time. 

He picked up the pace, starting to pound into you at a relentless pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close and forcing him to go as deep in you as possible. Tsukishima brought one of his hands down to wrap around your neck, the other still holding your wrists in place. He gave the sides of your neck a squeeze, the lack of circulation rushing toward you just as he hit you with a particularly hard thrust. A light scream fell from your lips, the pleasure in that moment so crazily overwhelming. This routine continued; harder thrusts while he actively choked you, very slightly less hard ones as he gave you a moment to breathe correctly, all the while denying you of your high.

“You better not cum, slut.” He warned as he felt you once again starting to get just a bit too tight around him.

“W-wanna cum....so bad.” You weakly replied, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. Once again, just as you were on the precipice of release, Tsukishima denied you again, pulling out and leaving you empty. Tears fell from your eyes as you uselessly whimpered and protested, all of it only earning you another slap to your cheek.

“Really thought I’d let you, huh? Dumb little bitch.” He said as he turned you over onto your stomach. He filled you up again, but before he moved any further he began raining spank after spank onto your ass. You could only assume it was punishment, but it felt far from it. The pain was nothing but masochistic pleasure for you, and sadistic pleasure for him. Each stung more than the last, and thus each felt even better than the last.

Your senses were so overloaded as he started to thrust into you again that your brain had turned to utter mush. Coherent thought was so far behind you it was like it was never something you could’ve done in the first place. The only thing you could process was pleasure, and to enhance it you lifted one of your legs back up onto the table, the other continuing to stay hanging over to keep yourself up. This new angle let Tsukishima hit sinfully deep in you once again, adding to the utter brainrot you were experiencing. Words no longer were an option for you, only whines and whimpers, a stray profanity at the very best.

Tsukishima grabbed a fistful of your hair, picking your head up off the table. He made you look in the direction of the door, bending down to speak into your ear.

“Look, you left the door unlocked. Someone could come in at any moment and watch you getting fucked like the little whore you are. But I’m sure you'd like it if someone saw us, wouldn't you?” 

You couldn't bring yourself to form any sort of coherent response, and Tsukki very well knew that. He chuckled at your attempt to reply, which was just a rhythmic whine as if you were trying to get some words out.  

“You're not very quiet, either. Stupid sluts like you like having everyone know how good they feel, don't they? I’m sure someone's come by to spy in, hearing how utterly pathetic you sound.” 

His words only made you whine and whimper more, your head in an absolute daze from the sheer amount of pleasure you felt. Tsukki let go of your hair and your head fell down, and you got a good look at yourself in the mirrored wood table. Your mouth was hanging open, your hair a tangled mess and drool slipping from the corner of your parted lips. He had fucked you so past dumb you didn't even know you could be this far gone, and all the while you still had no clue if you would be allowed to cum.

Your hips pushed back against his, meeting every one of his thrusts and forcing him deeper. Each time he re-entered his tip made quick contact with your cervix, the repeated feeling driving you absolutely crazy. Your eyes rolled back as you let yourself fall onto the wood once again. You took everything he gave you, all the while holding your orgasm back. Each time he felt you were a little too close he pulled out, you couldn't even count how many times you'd been denied release, you were sure the number was shameful. You could tell this was getting harder on Tsukishima as well, the twitching and pulsating of his cock inside you letting you know he was having trouble holding back as well. 

You saw no use in begging at this point, and you couldn't have mustered the words for it even if you wanted to. You simply whined and whimpered with every thrust, your body jolting forward each time. Tsukki held on tight to your hips, keeping you in place as he pounded mercilessly into you. In your daze all your senses had dulled, but you could hear just enough for Tsukishima's next four words to be heard, almost as clear as day. 

“Cum. Do it now.” 

In an instant you finally let yourself topple over the edge. Your voice was so hoarse you couldn't scream, rather you let out something between an incredibly loud moan and a whimper, your back arching and your legs shaking vigorously. Tears spilled from your eyes as your body was overrun by an orgasm unlike any other you had experienced. The feeling was only intensified by Tsukishima cumming inside you, depositing a sizable load inside of you. Your vision was blurry and a little white around the edges, and your chest heaved as you let out shallow breaths. Soreness set into your body as you took time to regain yourself, almost ten minutes passing before either of you even thought to move. 

Tsukki pulled out of you slowly, admiring how fucked out you looked, your small body sprawled out on the table. He figured moving would be hard for you, so he gently let your leg down and peeled you off the table, sitting down in the chair behind him and sitting you on his lap. Your head fell on his shoulder, your eyes still a little glazed over, but for the most part it seemed you had come to. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You nodded your head lightly, your breath finally leveling out. Your throat was pretty scratchy, and you knew your voice would be raspy, so you just didn't bother speaking yet.

“What have you learned today, then?” 

“A good couple things.” You croaked out, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. 

“Oh really? Enlighten me.”

“Well, I learned that economics is just something I'm never really going to understand. I also learned that you are a complete and utter asshole, even worse than I thought. Finally, I learned that you are a way more experienced man than I thought you were, and maybe I don't hate you as much as I was letting on.” 

Tsukishima laughed out lightly, giving you a bit of an approving nod.

“Good, I’m glad I at least taught you something. Maybe not what I originally intended, but learning is learning. I think with a couple more study sessions you’ll start to understand the econ material, though.” 

You didn't say this out loud, but the thought of getting to spend some more alone time with Tsukishima actually wasn't the most terrible thought in the world. It seemed clear enough to you that the resentment between you two was clearly something much, much different than that, and so you were open to the thought of exploring what it actually was. Maybe not in as much of an erotic way as you just had next time. Not that you would've minded if it escalated to that point. 

Although, you thought, if Tsukki was going to fuck you like that every time, brainrot from class material was going to be the least of your worries. 

The both of you made yourselves presentable again, packing up all your belongings and leaving the room clean before walking out, which you did fairly slowly due to how sore your legs were. You both walked through the library, which was overwhelmingly empty besides a few staff members working hard at hardly working. It was to be expected; it was a Friday night and you were the only two in the world who'd pick studying over any other activity. You stopped just outside the entrance, turning to your side and giving Tsukishima a wave.

“I guess I’ll catch you later then, Tsukishima.” 

“Oh, so no thank you for helping you study? I guess the one thing I didn't teach you was manners, huh y/n?” You chuckled at his comment, shaking your head a bit.

“Guess you didn’t. It’ll have to wait until next time.” You turned on your heel and started in the direction of the train. Before you could get far Tsukki grabbed your arm and pulled you back over to him, holding your chin so softly with his other hand, the action so outrageously condescending.

“Oh no, I’ll gladly teach you right now.”