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movie date truthers we WON

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THEY CAN NEVER MAKE ME LIKE YOU GABRIEL AGRESTE

BUT!!! HE USED THE WISH TO MAKE NATHALIE ALL BETTER SO THAT ADRIEN CAN HAVE A GOOD MOTHER BECAUSE HE WAS SUCH A TERRIBLE DAD

GABRIEL YOU COWARD ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 3-17: Stormy Weather 2

If Stormy Weather is so good, why isn't there a Stormy Weather 2?

Alright, Marinette offers to do things for Alya and Nino on her own volition. Noted.

It's kinda weird that Aurore is a whole celebrity in Paris and yet she goes to the same middle school as all the other main characters. That lends more to my "local town copy" theory.

Chloe what the Fuck. Stormy Weather was one of the better akumas.

Chloe, you realize "Once a villain, always a villain" applies to you as well, right?"

In general if we can't give Chloe a therapist someone should at least roast her back and utterly break down her character until she's left catatonic.

Wait, Marinette still has that letter from the trash? Weird.

...Is this just a recap episode?

I hope Natalie's love for Adrien is greater than her love for Hawkmoth and Emile.

Hawkmoth, you're choosing to abandon your son in his greatest time of need because of your desire to get your dead wife back. This is why I see you as evil. Go and be a family man.

...This is a fucking recap episode.

I'm not sure if volcanoes have much to do with the weather. Isn't the weather only atmosphere-related? Also I think there's less of a concern of the volcano being used to make Earth fly away from the sun and more of the volcano spewing out the Earth's innards while doing that. No molten core means no magnetic field, or both eternal winter and no atmosphere!

Stormy Weather icing Chloe and Sabrina like that lmao

They didn't even show the fight. This is an episode made to be cheap. The twins moving in harmony are repeated animations.

Natalie's voice sounds computerized this episode. Is this intentional? Her VA not caring because it's a cheap filler episode? Wakfu season 2 all over again?

I fucking hate recap episodes. Objectively the worst kind of filler episode. If we were doing cheap filler episodes, could they have instead done 23 minutes of Rose and Juleka cuddling while Luka fiddles with his guitar in the background? I don't care how many repeated animations we get. It's worth it for me.

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Playlist Premiere | Session 0 : AI/ML Essential Series 1 | High Level overview of AI/ML concept

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[starkeymeow]

❛ we make each other alive . .

does it matter if it hurts? ❜

I’M COMING, WAIT FOR ME.

PLOT you enter the hunger games a proud weapon of your district, only to find your sharpest blade is the boy beside you, and you’re not sure which one of you the capitol wants to break first.

CONTENT chapter eleven, best read in dark mode, rafe cameron x reader au, feast, im TIRED I WANNA BE DONE WITH THESE GAMES HELP, lowkey jj dies here ok warning, me not knowing how to make this non cringe LMFAO im sorry ok its also fast paced bc idk realistically it would be too bc who tf drags out a death idk ok sorry goodbye

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you pull your knees up tighter to your chest the second that fanfare cuts through.

you lift your head slightly, your eyes sore from crying. it’s not just for kie, but for everything. the stress, the cameras, the deaths surely, the mutts that could come back at any moment if they wanted. it’s all still clinging to you like sweat.

the death recap of the night begins.

the first face that flickers is that boy, the one who tackled you. turns out he was from district three. he’s got a scratch on his chin in his photo and his hair’s slicked back like someone took time to style him. he looks tired, even in that still image. he clearly didn’t want to be there in the first place.

a few seconds later, it flicks again. kie.

you feel your heart sink all over again.

her photo is clean. there’s no bruises, no blood. not the way you last saw her. not the way she looked when you heard her scream jj’s name through a mouthful of blood. in her picture, she’s confident. her chin’s lifted, her hair’s beautiful. she was ready. ready to win.

you frown, shifting your position, letting your chin drop onto your arm, then slowly leaning to the side until your cheek presses there instead. you don’t want to look anymore. you don’t want to imagine your face up there. or jj’s. or rafe’s. but you do anyway.

you think about the photos they made you take, the tribute profile shots they said. it’s necessary for your page, that photo is attached to your name everywhere. and you remember thinking, what’s the point of this? but now you know. the point is this. to see your face up there like some kind of announcement.

you press your lips to your arm and stare at the ground.

somewhere beside you, the leaves shift. an arm moves across your shoulders. it’s rafe.

he’s not awake, just leaning back against the tree behind you, his eyes closed, adjusting in his sleep. he must’ve thought it’d be more comfortable this way, slinging an arm around your neck rather than letting it get crushed between your sides. the weight of it is warm and grounding, and for a second, you don’t move.

you glance over at him quietly, careful, like you’re afraid even just looking will wake him. his face is calm, more relaxed than it’s been all night. maybe even the last few days. you don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse.

you shift your gaze again.

jj’s a few trees away, still as anything, his spear beside him in the dirt. he hasn’t laid down. he hasn’t even closed his eyes. he’s just been leaning against the trunk, his head tilted up slightly.

he didn’t eat earlier. not a bite. you don’t think he even could.

you chew the inside of your lip, watching him.

“good morning, tributes.”

light’s peeking in just barely. you stir awake with a tight ache in your neck and your knees still pulled up like your body forgot it could stretch.

you recognize the voice though. it’s a gamemaker. has to be. you rub your hands over your face and keep listening.

“we hope you’re well-rested, because today brings you an opportunity.”

you squint upward.

“as a reminder, the games are not only a matter of strength, but strategy. survival. will. resourcefulness. and today, we’re giving you a chance to show us all of that and more.”

you frown, your brows drawing together. something’s coming. you can feel it.

“there will be a feast at the cornucopia.”

your stomach knots and you shift upright more fully, palms against the dirt as you sit on your heels now, alert.

“each of you needs something desperately. you will find that something in a backpack marked with your district number, at the cornucopia, at dawn.”

you freeze, eyes widening slightly. it’s a trap. it has to be. at least that’s what your instincts tell you. but you’ve seen the games before, this feast is real. the remaining tributes make it a trap for others.

“think hard about refusing to show up.”

the voice is colder now, like they’re trying to root out your fear.

“for some of you, this will be your last chance.”

then silence. you stare straight ahead for a few seconds, the last words of the announcement ringing inside your skull.

you exhale and glance over your shoulder. rafe’s awake. he’s watching you already, one arm propped up on his knee. when your eyes meet, he gives you a faint little smile. one of those yep, we’re doing this expressions.

you blink back a tired laugh and sigh through your nose, shaking your head.

“of course we’re going,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

you sit in silence for a long time after, curled up beside rafe while jj stays off on his own. the three of you don’t speak at first. it’s just quiet nods, silent understanding, sharpened weapons. there’s no need for words when the stakes are this high. the bags will be there at dawn, and each one holds something vital. something the capitol knows you can’t live without.

you can’t risk not going.

but that doesn’t mean it isn’t dangerous. there’s still two more tributes out there. they could be separated, could be together. either way, they’re a threat. they’re just as desperate.

you consider every angle. maybe they’ll try to take you out before you even reach the field. maybe they’ll be hiding in the cornucopia already. maybe they won’t show at all, just too afraid to try. it’s a gamble no matter how you look at it.

you move fast anyway. it’s nearly twenty minutes before the trees thin enough for you to glimpse the field. your body stills before your mind does , and there it is. the cornucopia.

four backpacks sit out in the open, perfectly aligned on a steel table placed right at the mouth of the horn. your district number practically glows against the fabric. it’s to the very left.

you expected a drop before you even got there, like hovercraft lights or a countdown. something. but no, they were ready for you. like the gamemakers knew you’d come early. they knew you’d want to stake it out first. they’re always a step ahead.

you drop to a crouch. no movement, no other tributes, not yet.

you feel rafe beside you. jj crouches on the opposite end of the brush, his spear steady in one hand. this is it. the plan’s simple. you just wait for the first sign of movement. whoever dares to step out first, they become your target. you’ll be faster, quieter. you’ll get there before they can blink, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

you dig your boots into the ground, press your back to the trunk of a tree, and breathe slow. the field is empty. it won’t stay that way for long.

. . . until it actually does.

and what the fuck? is no one coming for their bag?

you shift your weight again, your leg cramping a little from being crouched for so long. rafe’s still posted in place beside you, silent and still like he’s carved out of stone. and jj, well, jj’s lost his patience already. you can tell by the way he keeps standing up and sitting back down, like he’s daring himself to just go for it.

after thirty minutes, he was already pacing. now, he’s dragging a rock across the ground like he’s trying to carve out a new distraction. your stomach grumbles for what feels like the tenth time, but you ignore it. you focus on the treeline.

did the other tributes not hear the announcement? or are they just that scared?

it’s weird. you thought someone would be desperate enough to try. but now it just feels like the gamemakers are waiting, watching you all from their fancy screens in the capitol. watching to see who’ll make a move first.

you glance over at rafe sometimes to see if maybe he’ll finally say it's time to stop waiting. maybe decide that it's not worth it. just grab the bags and go. you’d listen. you’d follow. but he doesn’t move. he just stays still with that same quiet kind of confidence that’s started to gnaw at your nerves. you hate how calm he looks. like he trusts something about this.

you rub your eyes, your hand dragging slow across your face. the exhaustion clings to your skin.

jj mutters something under his breath and you hear the clink of something metallic as he digs around in his backpack. he’s clearly over it, the silence and the waiting. he looks like a kid stuck in a time-out who’s bored and ready to punch something.

you sigh and crawl over, sitting down beside him. you bump your shoulder into his gently, just enough to let him know you’re there. he doesn’t say anything, just shifts a little to the side, still focused on whatever he’s digging out.

you rest your head against his shoulder and watch his hands. he finally pulls something out. it’s small, sharp-looking, half-wrapped in cloth but clearly mechanical. your eyes flicker over the details, the way the wires wind tightly around a tiny trigger. it takes you a second before you recognize it.

“is that kie’s?” you ask. he doesn’t speak. just nods. you look at it for another second before looking away. it makes your chest feel too tight.

“there’s a few,” jj mutters, fingers adjusting one of the small pins in the trap. “gonna set them up at the table so if the others grab their bags, they get caught.”

he stands before you can say anything else, slinging his spear back over his shoulder and holding the traps carefully in one hand.

“do you guys want me to get yours too?”

rafe answers before you do, “we’ll get it.”

you look back once to see rafe watching jj with that same unreadable calm. but jj doesn’t argue. he just nods, turns, and heads off, jogging into the open like he’s daring the arena to try something.

you watch him move across the field. it feels like something should happen, like a cannon should fire, or someone should run out screaming. but nothing does.

you just track jj’s every move. your eyes flick back and forth between him and the trees. your fingers grip the hilts of your daggers, slow and steady as you pull them from their sheath. no sudden movements. not yet. not unless something gives you a reason. you just know you’re there to back him if he gets jumped.

jj makes it to the cornucopia easy, all smooth confidence in the way he drops his spear onto the table. it clatters against the metal, you can even hear it from where you are.

he’s focused, flipping the traps over in his hands, turning them this way and that, trying to find the right angles. he’s careful, faster than he should be for something that delicate. he tucks each one just behind the bags at the base where they’ll be out of sight. it’s smart. if someone tries to grab one without noticing . . . maybe they’ll lose a hand. or worse. you don’t know. they’re kie’s contraptions. you’re not even sure if jj knows what they do.

after the last trap clicks into place, he snatches the district four bag and grabs his spear again, then starts running.

and that’s when you see it.

movement. it’s not big or fast or anything. but something, someone, is at the treeline, across the way. your body locks up for a second. there’s a girl. she’s peeking out just barely, her head low, eyes squinting toward jj like she’s trying to calculate something. and you can tell by the way she flinches that she didn’t expect him to be there.

you don’t hesitate. you whistle. loud.

jj jerks his head up instantly, eyes locking on yours mid-stride. you point. your arm slices through the air, finger held out firm toward the girl.

jj skids a little as he slows, turning just in time to catch sight of her. and then he’s gone again, bolting, fast as hell, feet kicking up dirt behind him.

the girl panics. you can see it. she ducks back into the green like she wasn’t ever there at all.

but you know better. you and rafe move at the exact same time. you grab your pack, your fingers curling tight around the straps as you shove your daggers back into place and sprint after them both. you’ll get your feast bag later.

the field stretches too long, too wide, but you don’t stop. your backpack shifts against your shoulders with every stride, jostling uncomfortably, but you keep moving.

then—rafe. he veers to the left of you, yelling over his shoulder, “i’ll get it, just stay with jj!”

your head snaps toward him, eyes wide, but he’s already gone, racing straight for the cornucopia table like it’s the only thing keeping you both alive. you almost call his name, but you trust him. you turn your focus back forward and push harder, legs burning now.

jj’s just barely ahead, fast and reckless, tearing across the field. and you, you chase him. every time you think you’re catching up, he’s already ducking through the trees again, vanishing like a shadow just ahead of you. you keep your eyes locked on him.

you’re in the woods now, leaping over exposed roots. ducking under low-hanging limbs. things graze your arms and catch your clothes, but you barely feel them. you know where he’s going. you’ve been this way before. there’s water up ahead. he’s chasing her there. it’s the only reason to head this deep, this fast.

the girl, she’s gone from view. she’s been too far away from you for you to see her anyway.

you move faster, your feet hit the ground harder. your legs ache like they might give out, but you grit your teeth and tear through the forest like something wild, something hunting. you feel like a predator closing in, tracking every sound and movement, heart pounding loud in your ears.

then, jj disappears. he just slips through a patch of trees and just like that, he’s gone. your chest tightens immediately. you swerve between trunks, leap over a moss-covered rock, barely avoiding slamming into a branch.

then you hear it. there’s a scream. it must be hers, but it’s short and panicked.

there’s a struggle. you can hear it, rustling, splashing, the sound of someone grunting, fighting back. and you know you’re close. you know this is the water. they’re here.

you shove through the last of the brush, branches snapping around you. your hand grips the hilt of your dagger just in case. the leaves claw at your skin as you force your way past, and then you see them.

jj’s with the girl, thrashing, tangled up in each other by the edge of the water. your breath catches.

is that diamonte?

jj’s eventually waist-deep, soaking wet, his arms locked around someone who doesn’t want to be touched. diamonte is twisting in his grip like a feral thing, her fingers clawing for anything, her feet pushing off the muddy floor of the lake, trying to lunge deeper, like submerging herself is going to somehow make her invisible or safer.

it’s pathetic, the way she thrashes. stupid, even. and for a second, you think: how the hell did she make it this far?

but you already know. she probably ran, laid low, waited. but it was only a matter of time before someone got to her.

jj tries to drag her back toward shore, but the moment his grip slips, she turns on him, faster than you expect. her elbow jams into his ribs and before he can recover, she’s on his back, wrapping around him like a snake. her hand goes to his throat, the other to the knife at her hip.

you run forward but stop at the edge, frozen.

she’s got the blade pressed just under his chin, not enough to bleed yet, but it wouldn’t take much. jj’s hands go up immediately, his chest rising fast, not struggling. he’s watching you. his eyes are locked on yours like a signal.

you swear that if she does it, if she really does it, you’ll kill her.

you take a step forward, heart pounding. “diamonte.”

she doesn’t look at you. her breathing’s ragged. her face is sunken, her skin pale. she’s still probably gone days without food, maybe more. her cheekbones look sharper than they should. her eyes are sunken.

jj winces slightly under her arm, but doesn’t move.

finally, she speaks. “this is what they want.” her voice is hoarse like she hasn’t used it in days. “they want me to slit his throat, and then you’ll come at me, and then someone else will come at you. and it’ll go on. until we’re all fucking dead.”

you don’t say anything. not yet.

she tilts her head slightly, like she’s listening for something only she can hear. her jaw flexes. her eyes finally cut to you. she’s literally unstable.

“you still don’t get it,” she says, laughing once, breathless. it’s not funny. “you still think this is about districts. about bags. about who kills who.”

she presses the knife a little deeper. jj holds perfectly still. his mouth opens like he’s going to say something.

“they’ve taught you so well,” she hisses. “you really think dying out here means something. you, topper, jj, what were you trying to prove? that you’re strong? that you’re worthy?”

she notices when your eyebrows furrow at their names. she smiles. “topper thought he was brave. that if he just fought hard enough, they’d let him go home. and now he’s, what? dust in a cannon? a body that the capitol has to do whatever they please with it? i thought he’d win, if anything, but look at us. we’re still here.”

your hand clenches around your dagger.

“my brother thought the same thing last year,” she mutters. “district one’s golden boy. volunteered like it was his birthright. the kind of kid they throw a parade for before the blood even dries. said he wanted to die for something.”

her lips curl, but it’s not a smile. it’s something bitter.

“you know what they sent back to my mom? a pin. a fucking pin.”

jj’s breathing harder now. the knife hasn’t moved. you can tell he’s trying to stay calm, but his hands twitch slightly, like he’s getting ready. or like he’s asking you again to do something.

“you’re just like them,” diamonte says, her gaze pinned to yours. “just better fed.”

“i’m not here to give them what they want,” she whispers. “i’m not dying for their cameras. and neither is he.”

her grip tightens, the knife shifts. you know that if you so much as try to move, she’ll kill him just to prove a point.

you’re watching her come undone in real time. and still, jj doesn’t fight. he just looks at you like he’s already decided what’s going to happen. like he’s already accepted it.

no. no, no, no.

if she does it, she better be ready to die. you’ll drag her down into that water yourself.

you barely hear her as she’s still talking. it all blurs together. something about how they’re watching, something about how they’re not showing this part, how panem doesn’t get to see the truth. “they’re probably cutting to a fucking squirrel climbing a tree while i tell the truth,” she spits, mouth foaming. “they won’t show this. they never do.”

you tune it out.

your eyes are on jj, only him. he’s trying to stay still, but you see the tension in his arms, the way his fingers are inching upward, like he’s thinking of grabbing the blade or twisting out of her grip. idiot. don’t be a fucking idiot.

he’s looking down at the knife like he’s studying it, calculating, plotting.

he will. you can feel it in your gut. he’ll try something, he’ll take the risk. maybe he doesn’t care if he dies here, not after kie. not with that guilt still carved into the back of his skull. maybe he thinks this would be justice, or redemption, or an escape.

you shake your head once. don’t move.

he sees it. his jaw tightens. his lips purse and his hands stop rising, but his eyes stay on yours, and it’s like he’s saying, she’s not gonna let me walk away. you know that.

you do. but there’s something else. you glance at the water. you try to come up with something, anything. work under pressure, under a minute, you need to analyze everything.

this isn’t just some random lake. this is the lake. the first one that helped you washed the bloodbath off of your body. it’s the one kie was sitting on the edge of with you. the one with the trap. the snare.

it’s still there, probably sunken under the surface, tangled at the bottom. she doesn’t know it’s there. neither does jj unless he remembers kie setting it there too. but you do.

if they shift just right . . .

“you think this is a game?” diamonte yells suddenly, head snapping toward the sky like she’s screaming at the gamemakers. “you think this is entertainment? say something!” she bellows. “show me the red light. show me you’re watching. come on, i know you’re watching!”

jj’s eyes flick down to the water, then back up to you. did he figure it out too?

don’t, you think again.

there’s a crunch behind you. a single bootstep. it must be rafe. you hear him before you see him, but it’s too late. she reacts.

diamonte’s head jerks, body twisting, and she shouts something incoherent as she yanks jj’s head back. the knife jerks forward—

but jj’s faster.

your hand reaches back instinctively, finding rafe’s arm like it’s the only solid thing left to hold onto as it all unravels too quickly. your other arm stretches out in front of you, as if somehow, reaching far enough could stop it.

jj’s elbow slams into diamonte’s stomach, the knife dropping with a soft splash, her scream piercing the air as her body jerks backward.

her leg snaps back like it’s caught in something, and you already know what it is before she even stumbles. kie’s trap is still there. she’s too distracted to notice, too out of it to realize she’s already marked.

and jj doesn’t wait. he’s spinning, grabbing, his hands snapping around her throat. diamonte freezes. and just for a second, uou can see the fear in her eyes. she looks at jj like she sees something final in him. and maybe she does. maybe they both do.

he drives them both under with one brutal movement, his arms locked around her as they vanish into the water. it all blurs after that, with the splashing, bubbles, flailing, but you can’t see who’s winning, who’s still breathing, who’s drowning who. the water’s too clouded and the light is too bright. your eyes even burn from staring too hard.

you step forward, already bracing to run in after them, heart jackhammering against your ribs as you call out, barely louder than a whisper, “jj—” but you don’t get any further.

rafe’s hand closes around your upper arm and hauls you back. you stumble for a second, caught between fight and freeze, and then you look at him.

he doesn’t speak. he just meets your eyes like he knows the concern inside you, like he’s asking you not to give in to it. you can’t, you shouldn’t. these are the games.

you want to believe jj’s okay. you want to believe he knows what he’s doing, that he’s strong enough to win this and come back up. but the longer you stare at the surface, the longer it stays undisturbed, no gasp for breath, no victorious shout. he’s doing this on purpose.

rafe gives your arm a pull. and somehow, your body starts to follow. you run.

the trees blur past in streaks, your backpack bouncing heavily against your shoulders, and rafe’s footfalls thudding just in front of you. your breath comes fast and uneven, not from the sprint but from the weight in your chest that keeps pressing down.

and then it happens.

one cannon. one of them is dead.

it echoes through the entire arena. your feet falter mid-step. not enough to fall, but enough to make rafe glance at you.

you flinch, visibly, and something inside you folds in half. the tears prick your eyes instantly, but you don’t let them fall. you swipe them away with the back of your hand, jaw clenching as you force your legs to keep moving. another cannon just a minute later.

you don’t speak, and neither does rafe, because what would you even say?

you just keep running, back toward the field, toward the cornucopia. jj’s gone, so is diamonte. it’s just you, rafe, and the last tribute. only three left.

two more people and the victor gets to go home.

but even after all of this, for the first time you start wondering, do you even want it to be you?

a/n: i keep forgetting that as a district two kid y/n is supposed to be a little brainwashed so oops ! idk how to properly show that thru the behavior but ermm

sry smtimes idgaf because im so excited to get to the 75th games timeskip. this is a huge moment bc jj dies but i wrote it so poorly in my opinion (like i couldve done better) but atp its like a filler chapter in my head LMAO

ALSO idk if anyone noticed that itty bitty detail but since jj comes from four itll be canon that he can swim, even hold his breath for longer than someone in another district. his death cannon comes later than diamontes which shows he was purposely drowning himself for a whole minute after he killed her, putting himself thru that struggle n killing himself omg ok im done

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|Infatuated| 18+ “ SINNERS” FAN FICTION TEASER🎀

“Infatuated ” by prettywritess

Authors Note: “hey babies, I’ve missed y’all, y’all missed me? It’s been too long and a lot of my writings have been long overdue, don’t worry I’m working on releasing old fics specifically letita weight ones, and old drafts and etc. I’m also working on a masterlist so it’s easier for my readers to access specific fics since my content will began to range in varies. anyhoo,enjoy ml ;)”

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⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:Mentions Of Sex, Acholiuc Abuse,Physical and Domestic Abuse,Adultrey, Drugs,”Fast” Money, No I don’t do INCEST but yes they fucking the same girl, idk do what you wish with that information… and etc.

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infatuation • an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

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“Fuck” small whimpers and sweet nothings cursed through the stuffy air of the dem litted room.

It was probably 2 minutes before 1am and you and them didn’t have a care in the world about anything other than what was happening right about now.

Around town you where the “stuck up” and “snobby” and they’re favorite thing “couldn’t keep a man” but this was only to the many men you had turned down and the desperate wives who lusted after they’re husbands attention but could never get it, although you didn’t need to do much because they would give it too you for free.

But you didn’t want any of them. Not in the way you wanted ..them.

Them? Stack and Smoke. Yes it was greedy but you couldn’t chose. And they weren’t letting up, so you accepted both, wasn’t much like you had a choice, they wanted you and they were gonna have you no matter what it took.

You had a mouth on you, an attitude, and you couldn’t listen for shit. No man wanted to put up with a little lady like yourself who had her own, and could do what she wanted because nothing they offered was something you couldn’t get, you liked what you liked and it was your way or no way.But Stack and Smoke knew what to do with you and that’s just the way you liked it.

They didn’t flourish you with gifts and money, they provided you with teachable, showed you that anything they accomplished you could too.

But how did you get to this place? Sprawled out on the bed letting two men idintical to each other fuck you relentlessly. Stacks tounge flipping up and down yoir clit as smoke tenderly stricken his manhood in and out of your mouth. How did you become so slutty, so open, so easy?

Let’s Recaps.

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It was September 3rd 1932, on a hot Sunday, In deep Mississippi. The sun shined bright as people left in and out of your bakery, requesting some of everything on the menu, it was even worse considering the fact that you and only your 2 best friends Lucy and Milly Mae where the only people inside, you the baker and them the cashiers,it felt like it had lasted all day before it came to an end.

Your bakery sat right in the middle of town,surrounded by banks,and blues stores,churches and more.

Being the god fearing women you where, you had strict morals and rules say out for yourself in this little thing called life, and growing up you loved baking, it was one thing you and your mom could do together even when she wasn’t sober.

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“Bee!” You let out small laughs as your mom placed light slaps flour on your face

“Ha ha ha.” She turned her attention towards the dark batter as she mixed it together while you smiled lightly and dipped a finger into the batter tasting the sweet creamy chocolate melt on your tongue.

Your mom made the best baked dishes, cakes,cookies,pies, cobbler. It was all so good. Those little moments made it seem like all those good moments overweighted those bad ones.

When her and your dad would argue, your father stumbling around the house as they fought like two men, you rushed into the closet and placed your small hands over your ears, it would all be over soon you thought.

“YOU RUNNIN ROUND HE’AH WITH THAT WHITE BITCH,NO REPSEVT FOR THE FANILY YOU GOT AT HOME! YOU IS AH EVIL MAN!”

Soft cries left your mouth as shatter hit the walls, as you hugged yourself tighter it felt like the arguments became longer everytime.

Daddy didn’t come home on most nights, and it seemed like mama became more agressive, she always stunk of acholol and the house was messy all the time.

As you get into your teens, your study’s became more important to you, most of the time girls spent in shopping stores you spent in book stores, you loved to bake, and you loved children.

So you took all the money you saved as your job as part time store employee and put yourself into school, with the help of your grandma lord rest her soul,you moved to Arkansas and you became a teacher.

You worked as a teacher for about 2-3 years before you desired to return home to missippi, to lay your mama to rest and made the tough decision to reopen her old bakery.

“I love you Ma.” You said placing a small bouquet of flowers on her stone, you sat there for hours conversating as if she could hear you and speak back.

“Bee?”

“Pa.”

-

You had been rushed for the past week, being so y ready to let loose and sweat off all the stress from the opening.

Apart from the stress the bakery looked stunning, it was just what you pictured inside your mind,cute and comfortable, and welcoming.

You stood about 5’5,Thick thighs and Brown skip, you where full, chunky arms and a pudgy soft stomach, your skin was milky and your curls where messy, Your curls placed in a sloppy bun as sweat beamed from your forehead, the pink fabric on your dress was starting to browning from all the batter you had waste on it earlier, white speaks of flour covered your hands as you hurried and locked your shop, keys in hand along with your clutch and hat, around this time it was uncommon for women to drive but you had no choice. You were not gonna walk, and no one was gonna make you.

You walked towards your car rolling your eyes annoyed as women began to whisper and clutch their pearls.

People stood around on the side walks singing sweet blues, playing guitars, and children played hopscotch.

“Ms.Honey!” The kids yelped your name as they came running over with excitement

“Oh, my, how y’all babies doing today” you said showcasing a big smile

“Good,what about you?” A baby girl spoke, twisting her finger in one of her curl coils.

“Good- I gotta surprise for y’all.” You said waking around the other side of your car pulling out a box of cupcakes

The children began to yelp in excitement, making you chuckle.

But then there came silence, and everyone’s attention turned towards something else, or someone.. else.

You’d eyes flickered over to the car that stopped right in front of the old bank and from what you could see which wasn’t far, because you refused to wear your glasses, where two men. You hadn’t looked long before you opened your car door, clumsily dropping your keys in the process.

“Shit.” You said as you attempted to drop to your feet to hurry and pick up your keys.

“such a pretty lady with a foul mouth on her.” A deep hoarse voice spoke above her as she crouched onto the ground.

“I’m Stack.”

The END for now..

author: just a taste, because I love to tease.💋

[callmekyona]

Can I request rodrick heffley x fem reader

Maybe reader is a gyaru?

(lil escenario I did in my head: Maybe reader came to the heffley's house for dinner and greg made a question bout her makeup but it came out kinda rude (was not his intention) and reader was all chill about it but rodrick got like an angry dog? lmao it would be so funny)

Pink Eyeshadow | Rodrick Heffley x gyaru fem!reader

AN:Before anything else,I want to say that I AM NOT A GYARU EXPERT,I'm not a gyaru myself,so I had to do my own research on this,I tried my best!So if anything's wrong or missing or whatever please correct me! I want to make my fics as enjoyable as possible,so then,TY FOR YOUR REQUEST I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT(Also I have no fcking idea why I named this fic pink eyeshadow ���)

Summary:You got invited by your boyfriend Rodrick to have dinner at his house and meet his family,the thing is that they didn't knew you were a gyaru,which might become awkward...

Tw: None

Word count:1144

Ml <3

Hey,u coming? - 21:00

omw! >_< 21:00

Your boyfriend just sent you a text asking if you were on your way to his house,let's recap a little.

It's Friday night,on Monday Rodrick asked you to meet his family,obviously you were shocked,cause it's been 3 months since you two were dating and he already knew your whole childhood and your whole family tree,but you didn't even met his mom or his dad yet,heck you didn't even knew he had 2 little brothers til he told you like 10 minutes before the dinner,but the thing is,it's not that he was embarrased of you,and if he's lying may an asteroid fall on him. He actually loved your style,he wasn't embarrased because you were a gyaru,he was embarrased of his family.

-You finally want me to meet your family?after three months?

+Well I know it sounds weird but...yeah,I'm ready

-What do you mean with "you're ready?" Is it because you think I'm weird and you're scared to show me to your family because of that?

+What?Baby don't say that! That's nonsense! I LOOOOVE your style and everything about you,it's just that my family is a little bit...special

-I don't think it's nothing I have never seen before

+Yeah well abou that...

And now here you were,at the Heffley's house,holding the fruit cake you made for dessert,you wanted to cause a good impression for them,besides,it's not like you were embarrased of yourself,heck no,embarrasement is not a word in your vocabulary,but maybe they never saw a gyaru before,and maybe that would be a little bit shocking for them,so,first impressions are important! You did your best with your hair and makeup today and of course put your best outfit.

You didn't wait for too long til a short female figure with bangs and glasses opened the door

>Hi- oh! You must be Y/N,right? I'm Susan,Rodrick's mom

-Yes that's me! Nice to meet you Susan,I brought some fruit cake I made myself for dessert

>Aww you really didn't have to sweetie,but thank you,come in!

When you entered you were greeted again by the warmest hug ever

-Hey,I missed you too

+Thanks for coming

-Thank you for finally letting me meet your family

You gave Rodrick a little kiss on the cheek and went to the dinner table,the plates and everything were already setted,so you just sat next to Rodrick.Who you asumed was his father entered the room,dressed in a shirt and a tie,and he looked kinda tired.

=Hello family...oh I'm so sorry you must be Y/N right?I'm Frank,this guy's dad

-Hi! Nice to meet you Frank

=Sorry I'm kind of distracted I just got back from work

-No it's okay! I can relate to that,don't worry,I know you don't mean to be rude

You saw how Frank gave Susan a look like saying "I already like this girl,she's too nice!" He looked kind of confused at first when he saw you,but this made him sure that you were a good person

Finally,accross from you were two little kids,one that looked like he was around 12 and the other around 5 years old,those must be the brothers he mentioned.

When all of you were sat,everyone started serving themselves

>Here Y/N,serve yourself,if you want you can repeat,don't be shy!

-Thanks!

And so you did,you served yourself a generous portion of meat with some potatoes and veggies,delicious you must say.

The dinner started off as normal,their parents asking normal questions about yourself,like what hobbies you had,what dreams you had etc,normal questions to get to know someone. They didn't ask anything regarding your style,they seemed a little bit confused,but they knew asking would be rude,except for someone.

During the whole dinner,Rodrick's brother,the one that was around 12 years old kept giving you looks,was he curious? was it because he didn't liked you? was he scared he would lose his older brother to you?(probably not this one),and finally,he asked the question.

-And yeah basically I would love to do that

=Why do your eyes look dead?

Oh?Dead?I mean,you were told a lot of things for being gyaru(not like you cared)but someone saying your eyes looked dead was something you never heard before,of course,maybe the kid was just curious snd he phrased it wrong,so you answered.

-Dead?Oh well It's si-

+What is wrong with you???

You looked next to you and you saw Rodrick give REALLY bad looks to his little brother that screamed "when she leaves,I'm killing you"

+Literally out of everything you can ask you ask about her makeup???

-Rodrick no-

+Cause like I was BEGGING for you to no ask anything tonight,mom and dad didn't ask anything,but here comes Greggy to ruin it!

-Rodrick,hey,hey,stop it please

You tried to calm him down patting his shoulder,but he didn't listened

+I didn't wanted to present Y/N to you for this main reason,cause I want her to feel safe,not criticized

-Rodrick!

You had to raise your voice a little bit,which scared Greg

-I'm sorry I didn't mean to raise my voice,Rodrick it's okay,maybe he was just curious but he didn't knew how to ask it,it's okay

He gave you a look saying "you sure?" so you nodded your head.

-Well,you see Greg,I am what they call a gyaru,which is a japanese style that was born in the 70's and 80's,and this style is known for being about expressing yourself in makeup,lifestyle and clothing.Basically expressing yourself in a rebel way

Greg was actually listening to you,he looked invested in what you were saying

-And,as I said,makeup is a form of self expression in gyaru,so most of us do our eye makeup like this,so they look bigger,drawing the lashes like this and adding white base,I also like to add glitter for a cuter look!

=Wow,that is actually so cool

-Thank you!

You gave him a reassuring smile saying that it's okay that he asked

=I didn't mean for it to sound like that...when I said dead I meant they look cool

+Apologize

=I'm sorry for saying that your eyes looked dead...

-It's okay really,you don't have to force him to apologize Rodrick

+But-

-It's okay,he never saw someone like this before,it's normal to ask questions,he' curious,plus,he's just a kid,it's okay

Rodrick gave you the sweetest smile you ever saw,he was just trying to deffend you,it's normal to want to deffend your loved ones when you think they're being criticized,at the end of the day this would just end up like an anecdote. The rest of the dinner went off as normal,and even Greg enjoyed the dessert(which was weird,because he usually hates fruit cake).

When dinner ended,you said goodbye to the Heffley's and left,you really had a good time,and Greggy? He was just curious! It's okay to ask questions,how would we learn then? Besides,you received a lot of compliments from Susan,so you could tell she liked you,well,more like she liked your style more? Either way you enjoyed the night so much

[valentinafoxr]

CERTIFIED LADYNOIR MOMENT FOR ADRINETTE I AM GOING INSANE!!!!!!! Him going in for the kiss and her stopping him because not now, chaton Adrien, and the NOSE FLICK and then her realising and panicking and of course he does the soft eyebrow thing because he loves her so much 😭😭😭😭😭 I AM ripping this apart with my teeth this is everything I've ever wanted

[sincerelyyadere]

Match made in mana/Lillian of Turin review [no spoilers] 6/10

reborn in a novel theme, male Yandere, two yanderes, soulmates, dependant on each other, Weak x Strong, submissive top, submissive yandere, fluff, miscommunication, hurt n comfort, slowburn, tbc

recap: MC was reborned as a character of a Novel she knows by heart, taking control over her life and changing the destiny that awaits her. But it seems the ML who was supposed to ignore her, does quite the opposite...

Plot: ★★★☆☆

Storytelling: ★★★☆☆

Characters: ★★☆☆☆

full review [no spoilers] ->

I almost dropped this one because realistically the real plot starts only when the MC finally meets ML, so if u want to read it, just bear until then.

This is a typical reincarnated into a book styled manhwa, but with how quickly the MC changes the decisions of the previous owner of her body, the story goes in completely different direction.

Okay, let's try to unpack this.

Firstly, some plot points were stretched unnecesserily and while some parts bothered me less than the other, the frustration of the people in the comments was more than visible, although i did not always agree with them.

Another thing is the MC's character. While i understand that she wants to change the future that awaits for her, in my opinion she tended to be a bit overly virtous and perfect, to be realistic. The character writing lacked here, seemingly leaving MC with no flaws, except maybe her not communicating her feelings and needs with others.

The 2nd season is out now, with a changed artstyle almost EVERYONE was complaining about in the comments, as well as the storytelling changes a bit. It didn't bother me that much, but i hope with next episodes it will come back to the level it established in the 1st season.

ALSO, THE FIRST TITLE WAS BETTER, IDK WHY THEY CHANGED IT TO LILLIAN OF TURIN

To really deep dive into this manhwa i would have to unpack every arc and choice made by the author, but i'm not here to do that.

So let me review it like this: This is a manhwa for those, who don't have high expectations for manhwa, just want to have a good time. There's no nsfw, usually fluff with some hurt n comfort and miscommunication. It's not special, but i read it whole which means it's pleasant to read either way. It's this sort of manhwa you need to build your own opinion on, cause the choices the author made leave so many things to discuss the opinions will vary very much so.

This manhwa is not for people who want some quick action, realistic characters or deeper themes. It's pretty superficial and flat in that matter.

To summarize: Good for some unbraining, bad for braining.

Peace out.

[lesbiangiratina]

Best ive got is this list that only really cleared up 1 voice line for me (green) but also has 2 that i Know are wrong (red) since they also say them in ggx. The rest of these i could make out myself or they were reused in ggx. This is missing like at least 4 other voice lines that are incomprehensible to me…. but i appreciate it anyway gg fan from 1998………

Ohhhhh save me missing link testament voice line list (it doesnt exist) (i will die)

[thirstkanaphan]

An Ateez Fan Watches "Imitation" Ep. 4

Welcome back to my series where I watch the kdrama Imitation (2021) which stars Yunho, Jongho, San, and Seonghwa.

Here's my recap of Ep 1 and Eps 2+3. As a refresher, the show is set in the world of kpop idols. FL starts as a trainee with her good friends Yunho, San, and Seonghwa. They are aiming to debut with a small company. ML is an idol with a Big4-esque company alongside Jongho. There is an actual mystery plot and romance involving FL and ML (poor Yunho plays our SML), but I am mostly watching for our boys.

If you have been around Ateez you've probably heard Yunho go FINALLY NOW...IT'S MY TIME and wondered, what the fuck?

IT'S FROM THIS SHOW!

Okay, now to pick up where we left off...

FL is finally getting to make her debut years after her peers and she runs into SML Yunho and ML iforgethisname. Poor Yunho has been getting hints that FL is into someone else, but now he's coming face-to-face with his competition.

Yunho's character is a bit of a psycho (positive) and I love how much he holds back his rage to play the "nice guy" friend for our FL.

I also just wanted to put this shot of Seonghwa in a pink jumpsuit because he looks GOOD!

With SHAX (our Big4 group) unexpectedly performing today, the rookie and nugu groups are getting their time cut. Yunho is furious on behalf of FL. He BURSTS into the dressing room of ML to confront him. HE IS SO HOT!!!

Yunho reminds SHAX that they pledged not to perform in music shows to benefit their junior performers. For context, SPARKLING (Yunho, San, Seonghwa, and XX) have already released a couple of albums and this cb may be their last chance for success.

AND WE FINALLY GET THE SONG!! The song that has haunted me in this fandom...

IT'S SO BAD! AND YET SO CATCHY!

I love the little fuck-you smirk Yunho gives to ML while also agressively eye-flirting with FL

Moving along, FL has a successful debut and I just realized that FL's friend has a crush on Yunho so I'm hoping that when his SML hopes inevitably die, he at least finds love with this other cute girl.

But until that happens, here we have Yunho looking blissed out because FL said "You're the only one I have" which are POISONOUS words to say to a SML *shakes head*

btw, Seonghwa and San have had like two lines this entire episode but they look cute as hell

Unfortunately for Yunho, FL has booked an acting gig on the show starring ML, so cancel those plans! When the movie comes out, Yunho attends the premiere and is NOT PLEASED with what he sees:

Thus concludes episode 4!

[purplehanfu]

Self-Indulgent Birthday Post

notes: It's my birthday- pay attention to meeee (again). List of all recaps

Everyone's handing out medals so I will too!

Event: Looking Hot Despite Terrible Terrible Wig

more behind the cut

Drama That Gave Me Nothing

Winner: Jade's Fateful Love

I spent a weekend watching all 24 episodes and I can remember literally nothing about this drama. FL swaps places with her sister who was supposed to marry ML. That's it. Wow.

I'm Wrong and I Just Don't Care

Winner: The Spirealm

Everyone else: "The Spy Realm" Me: "The Spire Alm"

This Drama Wishes It Were Men with Sword

Winner: Kimi to Yukite Saku: Shinsengumi Seishunroku

Despite being a drama filled to the brim with good looking guys of wildly varying acting ability, this one's not giving us the badgood of Men with Sword. I think MWS's special charm came from a combination of having zero budget, a bunch of new untested actors and a script whose complexity rivaled Game of Thrones.

kudos on styling this guy like a Biba ad though

Progress

Winner: Meet You at the Blossom

Instead of watching a man and a woman roll around on each other in bulky historical costumes, we can now see two men roll around on each other in bulky historical costumes. I call that growth. Seriously though MYATB has been giving us romance, whump, angst, and (for some reason) kites. I love it. Sidebar: I was meh on Li Le when I first saw him in the production stills but damn, the boy delivers!

Crimes Against Wang Duo 2024

Winner: Sword and Fairy 4

Obligated to Mention on My Birthday

Winner: Bloody Romance

GongZi, all those people you killed had it coming.

and in closing...

This Post is MDL Certified

look for the mark of quality wherever you comment on a drama that has more than one male character

Master list of all recaps

[learnandgrowcommunity]

Session 18 : Quick Recap | AI/ML Essential | Concept overview for AI/ML Beginners

Welcome to Session 18 of our AI/ML Essentials series! In this session, we provide a quick recap of key concepts covered so far, making it easier for beginners to catch up and reinforce their understanding of artificial intelligence and machine learning. Whether you're just starting your journey into AI/ML or looking to refresh your knowledge, this concise overview will help you grasp fundamental concepts and build a solid foundation. Dive in and deepen your understanding of the fascinating world of AI and ML! Don't forget to like, subscribe, and hit the notification bell to stay updated on future sessions.

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[erseac]

With that last story out of the way, let's do a little recap of 2024 in terms of me writing smut. This is only the second year that I've done it, and god, I've written so much. I don't think I'll keep up this pace next year. Or maybe I will, who knows.

I published a total of 19 new stories of very different lengths, for 72,999 new words in total. Some highlights in terms of writing:

I took part in the Rare Kink Buffet event and posted six stories for it: Go Fuck Yourself (one of only three Ladybug/Shadybug stories, but I think that's mostly due to other people tagging things differently), The Full Black Cat Experience, which is fairly popular yet somehow got zero comments, Hand Stuff, The Go-Between and Cozy for Miraculous, and Other Uses for Blood Bending as my first work in another fandom (Avatar the Last Airbender).

I took part in a thanksgiving-focused event (the idea being to produce smut that americans can secretly read at the thanksgiving dinner table) with A Lady's Secret.

For the Miraculous Ladybug Hurt/Comfort Prompt Meme I wrote Sprained Relationship.

The ML Kink Meme run by @fuckyeahladybug took off, getting a lot of new works by several writers, and I added three of them: My House, My Company, My Nathalie, featuring toxic post-resurrection AU Eminath; Venom, featuring Zoénette doing some experiments, and Playing the Part, featuring some illicit sex between Tom Dupain and (adult) Alya Césaire. Especially the latter is absolutely not everybody's cup of tea, and that's okay, but it was a very interesting writing challenge. Only one of them is a self prompt fill, but I'm not going to state which one.

Apart from the Zoénette one, there's also been a lot of Chloé this year: When Friends Come From Afar, published just a few hours ago, and Smile!, my first planned multi-chapter smut story (though really it's not much longer than some of my one-shots), both with Adrien, Marinette and Chloé. There's also A Thief's Punishment, which is just Marinette and Chloé and some accidental (but well-deserved) bondage.

My passion for stupid Marigami continued with Make-Up and Hair Cuts and also showed up in Dance Floors and Dragons, which I wrote to create some more canonical ship tags.

I branched out into some different fandoms, with the aforementioned "Other Uses for Blood Bending" and Secret of the Stone for Tomb Raider (reboot era), which I wrote on a whim. I wonder whether people would be upset if I wrote a second version of this in the Miraculous Ladybug universe with Nathalie instead…

Not fitting into any of the categories I just made up on the spot are Phones Must Stay Off During Movie Night, a fun thing to write but I have no idea where it'll go next, and Sleepy, written because I was sleepy.

Last but not least, For Science! got an update, but I can't really take credit for it, as @akumatisedhamster contributed some great art for it. Thank you so much!

As for next year: I promise absolutely nothing. However, I want to continue writing. I have a lot of WIPs, both new ones I started this year and old ones I've had in my mind (and partially on the page) for ages. There is some Adrinette, Ladynoir, Marichat, Chlobrina and a lot of other things brewing; we'll see where they get to. And I definitely want to get into some relationship tags I haven't used yet. Alyanette, for example.

I think Miraculous Ladybug will remain my main fandom, but I don't think it'll be my only one. We'll see what ideas hit me. I'd also like to participate in some more fandom events, but no specific plans yet. I have ideas for more fills for ML Kink Meme prompts as well.

And it's also possible that I just won't write very much, since I do have other hobbies as well. We'll see how it goes.

Anyway, thank you so much for all the kudos and comments and bookmarks. I've had way more fun writing smutty stories than I ever expected thanks to you all!

[toptensupakorn]

i saw that you're currently reading my stand-in novel but you're not really spoiling anything. how are you finding it so far if i may ask? is it as angsty as people say it is?

(i waited until the end of the day to answer this because as i thought i've already finished the novel, so much for self-restraint lol also sorry this got a bit long... oops?)

i enjoyed it a lot! and it made me get over my reading slump, so i will even excuse it getting into some tropes i'm not particularly fond of at the end. it got cheesy…er, and not even in a way i like. amazingly, that didn't make me like it any less.

from the synopsis of the series and the tags in novel updates (and i only skimmed those because i didn't want to get spoiled) i had a pretty good idea of what the novel was going to be like, which is why i decided not to really liveblog since, transmigration aside, i'd say it's a pretty straightforward story. i could be persuaded to make a recap if there's interest though, since there's still over three weeks left until the series starts airing and i'm probably going to go over everything again and take notes anyway...

and oh, is it angsty! the whole thing hinges on zhou xiang (joe) being a sweet angel baby and yan mingxiu (ming) being a fucking idiot, and it's pretty much what you can expect from any dogblood/makjang with the scum ml, misunderstandings, heartbreak, regrets, etc. i have to say i'm not usually a fan of the misunderstanding trope bc i tend to find it annoying, but as with most tropes i don't particularly enjoy it's because of the way i often see it done. here it was painful for everyone involved, so i really liked it. also, please keep in mind that i'm a huge fan of big character development and characters redeeming themselves, so. there's that. wink wonk. (i've been reading some reviews and think for some people it may be best to know what kind of story this is before going in, other than because of triggers–which, very important if you need them, at least in the novel–because of the whole. scum ml more than anything lol even though yan mingxiu is not that scummy really!)

i love my stories character-driven, so having them being this well fleshed out and compelling was a joy, and being able to see so clearly what both zhou xiang and yan mingxiu were thinking and feeling, sometimes a lot earlier than they themselves could (please bl gods keep at least some of the internal monologue in the series, i am begging), was soooooo ugh. you're supposed to hate yan mingxiu allegedly but i just couldn't, not even in his scum era, because he was so obvious and so oblivious and so set in his own ideas he kept gaslighting himself into not noticing things. this could have gotten frustrating pretty easily, but again, everything feed into the delicious, delicious suffering. that being said, and because it doesn't seem to be a popular opinion... i think it's important to empathise with both of them, or at least sympathise, for maximum enjoyment of all that angst. you cannot cry over yan mingxiu's pain if you want him to get hit by a bus.

oh and the relationships (not only the cp's, though their progression is really good) are very important in this story, which is something i hope we get to see more of in the series because i ended up missing certain side characters in the later chapters. not tan yin though, i hope that fuck ass didn't make it into the series. how is a character so annoying while being in maybe six scenes total.

i can't say if it's good or not but it was extremely enjoyable, zhou xiang is my sweet darling angel baby, yan mingxiu is okay too (if you see me in the trenches defending him in about a month…), and i can't believe i am now, somehow, even more excited for my stand-in.

[pastsaoi]

I like angst

Usually when I find a good otome game and like- get into in for a while

I immediately start thinking of an angst idea for it

But tot is the first game for which

I just cannot think of anything? Like- I can't even make Rosa's backstory tragic. She had Luke and her parents were nice

i am also a massive angst enjoyer... a lot of tot angst is either the most obvious thing in the world (luke) or you gotta look a bit harder...

off the top of my head i think rosa's parents have?? some kind of important job?? i think science related?? and in the game atm they are off doing some secret science stuff

for rosa i think her backstory isn't exactly tragic especially compared to the mls but her current life is fucking Insane and she is suffering as an adult

purely main story shit, the girl is going through it bc she is Always part of it. the boys get a break from nxx things often, but not our rosa she is constantly in the thick of it and??? if i remember right i think we do see how its weighing down on her in the story (i haven't played the main story in a while oops)

i think the 2nd and 3rd birthday cards for the mls is the best way to see their angsty stuff but people have done wayyy better analysis of it than i can possibly do

if ur a big big angst enjoyer... luke is ur guy he has gone through it and is still going through it

i don't wanna like... rank their trauma😭 but i'd say after luke.. its marius, vyn then artem in terms of angst potential but there is so much going on

lots of people have done analysis and recaps of it all! and there is. so so so much angsty fanfic... i might reblog with some of my fav angst fics later...