#BYE!!!!!! I KIND OF HATE YOU NOW BYE!!!!! and with that I can release my one-sided resentment and get on with my life

[obstinaterixatrix]

air was telling me about that ultimatum reality dating show thing & that’s crazy. I know it’s probably mostly the aromanticism but I can’t imagine clinging to someone when you’re at the point of making an ultimatum. I’d just leave.

[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 ꕤ

Lee Minho x fem!reader: spanking

summary: Part two of Kinktober Day 1

warnings: smut, spanking, rubbing over clothes, minho being a little mean, teasing, unresolved sexual tension

word count: 1.5k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

The aftermath was taking a toll on you. 

Did you regret having sex with him? No. It was good, you both had a great time and he, surprisingly, turned out to be a sweetheart afterwards.

Did you regret having sex with him under those circumstances? Yeah. Of course, absolutely. 

Even if you had feelings for him, because even if you liked it or not, the intimacy did make you feel giddy for some sort of reason, you still hated him deep down. Minho had treated you like shit for so long. 

Without an apparent reason… well, there was. According to him, it was just him wanting your attention. And it wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, it was complicated. 

“Y/N… Y/N!” you heard Hyunjin next to you, making you jump.

You gasped and turned around. “Hey… Hyunjin, what’s… what’s up?” you asked him with a nervous giggle. 

He smirked at you and then gave you a knowing look. “Who were you thinking about, hm?”

“No one!” you said quickly. 

And it was your mistake, the quickness of the answer that gave you away. 

Hyunjin let out a high pitched laugh and shook his head. “Tell me, come on” he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. “Okay, can you promise me you won’t say anything? Like- this literally dies here. Please” you pleaded.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and nodded. You knew he’d agree to anything at this point. He loved drama more than anything. 

“So… uh…”

Hyunjin arched an eyebrow. “Come on… spill!”

“IsleptwithMinho” you mumbled.

Hyunjin snorted. “Huh?” 

“I slept with Minho” you said again but in a whisper and Hyunjin let out a gasp, covering his mouth and your eyes widened, punching his shoulder. “You told me you’d keep quiet!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he quickly apologized. “Oh my God, it’s huge!”

“I know” you rolled oyur eyes.

“And?” he asked with a smirk. “Are you guys finally dating?”

What? What did he mean by finally?

“Eh?” you asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, that boy has had a crush on you since you started working here, Y/N” Hyunjin scoffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You frowned. “Okay… uh, he told me he wanted my attention and that’s why he’s been treating me like shit. He never said that” you told him.

Hyunjin pressed his lips together. “Oh… I see” he mumbled, noticing he just spilled his best friend’s guts without wanting to. “You should uh… you should talk to him, Y/N” he told you.

“Yeah, and say what, Hyunjin?” you asked. “I don’t even know how to feel” 

“You don’t have a crush on him? Is that it?” Hyunjin asked you.

“It’s- it’s not that” you stammered, scratching your arm uncomfortably. 

“Then, you do have a crush on him” Hyunjin stated. It wasn’t a question.

You shrugged. “I mean, kind of? I don’t know!” you groaned, your head falling on Hyunjin’s chest and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s okay… that means you like him” he chuckled.

“If you say so” You mumbled into the fabric of his Versace hoodie.

You two didn’t hear the door of the studio open, and Minho walking in. His eyes were trained on his phone when he heard familiar voices, making him look up. 

He had to do a double take when he saw you wrapped up in Hyunjin’s arms, his nostrils flaring from the jealousy he was feeling. 

“What are you doing now?” Hyunjin asked you, releasing you from the hug. 

“I think I’m gonna go to my dorm. I’m so tired” you chuckled. 

“Sweet, I’ll walk you up there-”

“No need” Minho interfered and you two jumped, turning around as you saw him standing there, arms crossed over his chest. 

Hyunjin searched his friends eyes and let out a little smirk. “Okay, sparky” he chuckled. “I’ll see you later, Y/N”

You turned around and smiled at him. “Bye, Hyune”

You sighed when he was gone and turned to Minho.

“You didn’t need to scare him off like that” you said, turning your whole body to grab your stuff to flee from the studio far away from him and your feelings. 

Minho sighed and followed you out of the studio and into the elevator.

You glared at him when the doors closed. “Why are you following me?” you asked him angrily. 

He shrugged. “It seems we’re going in the same direction” he smirks at you.

You rolled your eyes and looked away. “Minho, what do you want?” you asked him, slumping against the wall of the elevator.

Minho stood staring at his shoes silently. “What were you talking about with Hyunjin?” he asked you in a mumble but you did hear what he had said.

You scoffed and shook your head. “You’re terrible” you whispered. 

The doors opened and you quickly walked down the hall with Minho following you. “Wait, Y/N, can we talk, please?” 

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time that evening and reached your dorm, stabbing the keyhole with the key.

“Y/N, come on”

You walked inside your apartment and before you could shut the door, Minho put his hand on the door and walked inside the dorm, making you gasp. “Minho, I can report you for trespassing-”

“No, just hear me out”

You gave up and placed your bags on the floor. 

“What were you talking about with Hyunjin?” he asked. 

You covered your face with the palm  of your hands and let out a sigh. “Where is this coming from, Minho?” you asked him, dropping your hands by your side. “Is this because we were hugging? Is that it?” you asked him.

Minho stammered as he tried to answer you.

“Now I can’t hug men? Wow, what a possessive shit you are. We literally fucked once, I do not belong to you, Minho” you threw your words at him. 

Minho pressed his lips together. 

“If I want, I can go and fuck any other men I want. In fact! I’ll go ask Hyunjin if he’s available-”

Your words died on your throat when Minho grabbed your face, smashing his lips against yours. You wanted to resist him but you couldn’t, not when his lips were moving so sensually over yours and his tongue was caressing your bottom lip, asking for permission. 

You grasped onto his arms and he pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling away. 

“Don’t…”

You licked your lips and decided to tease him. “Don’t… huh?” you asked. “I don’t think he’d mind though”

You let out a gasp when Minho turned you around and pressed your front against the door, making it let out a loud thud. 

��Say that again?” he asked against your ear. 

“I think I’m gonna ask Hyunjin if he wants to fuck- AH!” you screamed when his hand came down to swat your ass violently over your shorts. 

He then grabbed the fabric covering your bum and pulled it down roughly to let it pool around your ankles. 

“Are you gonna ask Hyunjin if he wants to fuck you? Is that it?” he asked, slapping your ass again, even harder this time, letting your forehead slump against the door. He spanked you once again and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Hm?”

“N-no… I don’t want him” you said and then jumped when he slapped your ass again. 

“Who do you want?” he asked and you pressed your lips together. When he saw you weren’t answering, he slapped your ass again. “Answer me, you slut”

“You! You, I want you” you whimpered.

“Hmm… that’s right” Minho smirked against your cheek, placing a kiss there.

His hands went to your front, pressing his fingers on your clit over your panties. You moaned, letting your head lean against his shoulder. 

“You… belong to me, Jagiya” he whispered against your neck, licking a stripe over your ear. 

You nodded desperately and mewled as you felt him rub even harder.

“Hm? Is that right? You belong to me?” he asked, gripping one of your ass cheeks with his free hand. 

“Yeah…”

The hand grabbing your ass cheek released it and came to smack it with a loud slap. You jumped and then your eyes blinked open when you noticed he had pulled away from you.

He turned you around and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Glad we understood each other, Jagi”

And then he was out of the door.

You stood there, eyes widened and slumped against the door. 

“What the fuck was that?”

── .✦

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Crazy Cars

Debut: WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!

I hate cars. Wretched contraptions! Wretched infrastructure! Far too dangerous for any average schmuck to have total control over. Thankfully, WarioWare has asked the question of "what if cars were sillyfunny instead? What if they were goofy? And what if they were trying to kill Wario and nobody else?". And they made a bunch of wacky cars! And now I will share them with you, using the updated sprites from Gold! Sorry it the wheel placements are a few pixels off. It's ok.

Shark Car is the main character of the funny cars! You've heard of shark faces painted onto warplanes to make them more intimidating (which is hilarious. If that intimidates someone then they would be fooled by a moth's eyespots) but this car is an entire shark, upon some wheels! A speeding car would be a very bad thing to be struck by, and potentially even worse if that car is a shark. Imagine such a high speed chomp! Jeepers! But also imagine it hits you with its nose and gets a little disoriented after you get sent flying. It was having so much fun driving its self!

Next is Hot Dog Car! Or maybe a different kind of sausage, because it's so girthy. What's so funny? Stop laughing! I didn't mean it like that! I would never say "penis" in one of these posts. This Fast Frank is very endearing to me for how it looks like a novelty car for a hot dog vendor to drive! You just know a hot dog vendor in Bikini Bottom would drive one of these babies.

My favorite of the original trio! Potato Car! This is the tallest of the three, but also the shortest in a width sense. For whatever reason, some cars get regular green wheels, while others get yellow wheels that squash and stretch like a cartoon. Potato is always a splendid and funny thing to see in any situation, including barreling down the road to kill you! Shark, Hot Dog, and Potato are an interesting trio. Shark and Hot Dog are both made of meat. Hot Dog and Potato are both basic foods. Shark and Potato both have a bunch of little dots (potato eyes, and ampullae of Lorenzini). And what do all three have in common? Wheels!

WarioWare Gold added three NEW funny cars! The first is Lightbulb, which is honestly the least interesting to me, so instead I will use this paragraph to say that the funny cars can be Tricky. Sometimes instead of just driving, they will jump! It is very hard to react to. But sometimes, the usual "Dodge!" prompt will be replaced with "Dodge?" and the car will suddenly stop, and then either reverse or stay still for the remainder of the time. I hope that if you thought these funny cars were simply being pushed from offscreen, you now believe that they have free will.

Teapot Car has a trick up its spout...! Sometimes, it will stop, but rather than reversing, its lid will open, and spit out a smaller teapot car! The previously discussed cars have all had tiny versions that can spawn, but Teapot Car is the only one that releases its baby into the world before our eyes. Maybe the others come out of funny car birth canals off screen. Tiny cars will just bounce of Wario if they touch him, giving this microgame quite a few unloseable variants! I don't care about the challenge, though, I care about the funny cars! And I've saved the best for last!

This is not just "Door Car". This one has been given a name, as it appears in the Wario Kard minigame as an opponent. This is Door to Nowhere! A door is already a pretty silly thing to be hurtling toward you dangerously. Just move to the side a bit. But are you forgetting about Door's Special Attack? Door can open! And this door can stop rolling, but then open, and release another car out of itself! I really love the concept of portable cartoon passages like this. I don't see it often, and the only other one that comes to mind is the portable hole teleport feature from ToonTown, but it is so whimsical!

That is all for this post! Good bye! *enters a door that then drives away*

[purple-racoon-80]

My thoughts on EPIC: The Musical Pt. 2

@eloquentsisyphianturmoil here ya go!!

THE UNDERWORLD SAGA

The Underworld: POLITES JUMP SCARE!!! NOT FAIR NOW IM CRYING. HIS MOTHER'S DEAD??? NO POOR ODY WE NEED A THERAPY SAGA AT THIS POINT

No Longer You: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NO LONGER HIM???? HUH??? EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!!

Monster: nooo this is lowkey kinda sad :((. SO WHAT IF IM THE MONSTER LURKING DEEP BELOW????

THE THUNDER SAGA

Suffering: "Penelope, why? *tucks hair behind ear* you know im too shy, and terrified" HELP THAT WAS SO BABYGIRL. its the way the siren genuinely answered his questions for me.

Different Beast: GO ODY!! THAT'S MY MAN!! bye bye sirens. although their screams and cries lowkey kinda hurt me

Scylla: OH MAN I LOVE HER VOICE AND HER DESIGN!!!! ODY WHAT THE FUCK DUDE??? I MEAN YOU KNOW I LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU BUT WHAT THE FUCK???

Mutiny: the way Eury looks so horrified at the start :(( he has every right to be mad :(((. OOF ODY GOT STABBED. PFFT- THEY TIED HIM UP. Eury, that's gonna have some backlash-

Thunder Bringer: "hiding away where only I can undress her" I hate you zeus. I hate you so much. "but we'll die" "I know" OUCH. THAT HURT. THE TEARS IN ODY'S VOICE.

THE WISDOM SAGA

Legendary: first sighting of Telemachus??? I LOVE LOVE LOVE HIM

Little Wolf: fuck you guys for trying to fuck Penelope. leave my queen alone. also, I love Athena here-

We'll Be Fine: YAYY, we get Athena and Tele. aww, their friendship is really cute.

Love In Paradise: "so, who's Penelope?" "my wife" YESS ODY GOOO. Calypso I love but hate you I love but hate you I love but hate you I love but hate you I love but hate you. ODY PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE EDGE. ANOTHER POLITES JUMP SCARE WHAT THE FUCK. ody is a strong, strong man. I would give in to Callie instantly.

God Games: OH MY FUCKING GOD IM THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

Apollo- my man wasn't even trying. he just wanted to leave at this point. "uh, I like signing and he killed sirens-"

Hephaestus- I LOVE LOVE LOVE HIS VOICE. I love him.

Aphrodite- she's gorgeous bro. also, its not his dam fault he couldn't make it home on time.

Ares: love love love his voice. "tell your lover a broken heart can mend." dam right.

Hera- her "hey baby" I'M SCREAMING I LOVE HER. "not once has he cheated on his wife" "release him" YESS.

Zeus I hate you. she's your daughter. zeus I hate you. zeus I hate you.

THE VENGEANCE SAGA

Not Sorry For Loving You: this actually kind of made me feel sorry for calypso. I mean, she's cursed. it's not her fault.

Dangerous: re-enforcing my fruity Hermes allegations. mmmmm, I love him so much. words can not describe how much I do. THIS SONG IS A BOP-

Charybdis: OML THIS WAS AMAZING. I can't describe how much this got me on the edge of my seat. I love this I love this I love this I love this.

Get In The Water: fuck you Poseidon he was so close. fuck you Poseidon.

Six Hundred Strike: oh my fucking god. oh lord. THE WAY HE FUCKING TORTURED POSEIDON??? DAM OH MY GOD DUDE!! ignore me freaking out over here -

this was a rollercoaster of emotions fucking hell. im so excited for the Ithaca saga ong. one moment, I have to go scream.

[reformedcoolgirl]

hi! could you write about reader meeting tom’s mom (stepfather too maybe?) and she loves her so much and she’s so happy that tom found the right girl?

ahh of course thats so cute !! thank you for the request love :) im so sorry its short also... :(

cherished moments

"what if she hates me!?" y/n fidgets with the laces of the shoes nervously as toms car became closer to the house, tom scoffs sarcasticlly and stops the car, unlocking the car door and quickly running to open y/ns.

the air filled with toms excitement and y/ns nerves as they approached his mothers home. stepping on the mattress,

y/n softly knocks on the door making it swing open, revealing his mom simone, her eyes instantly lighting up with joy.

"ah!, you must be the wonderful y/n Tom can't stop talking about!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug as toms cheeks slowly turn pink. meeting his stepfather, who wore a welcoming smile, added to the heartwarming atmosphere.

they let you and tom inside as you admired the house, the cozy, welcoming and warm home tom used to live in before you two moved in together. toms mother, a beacon of maternal warmth, couldnt contain her happiness.

"tom always said he'd find someone special, and here you are, dear. i can see why he's so charmed with you!" she squeals, taking you to the kitchen and sitting you on the couch next to her. "tom, go get your brother." she tells tom, he nods quickly walking upstairs. she fluttered her eyes as she stood up quickly, again, taking you by the hand,

"come, dear, let me show you something special." she pointed to a wall adorned with framed pictures capturing toms childhood and teenage years. each photograph told a story of a boy who grew into the remarkable man you now knew and loved.

as you two kept looking at the pictures of tom and his twin brother bill, with her explaining every picture and y/n listening, tom quickly comes back downstairs with his brother bill by his side, "hey! your the girl tom cant stop talking about!" bill slightly bounces and runs up to you, giving your a gentle hug,

y/n hugs him back gently, keeping a distance between their faces and giggles, tom rolling his eyes dramatically as everyone exposed him today, bill releases the hug and nods at you excitingly as their mother waits for her to show more pictures, y/n runs up to her, looking at the pictures in 2005,

"oh my god that would be amazing! tom! why not?" y/n smiles widely at his mom grabbing pictures from the counter, as if she was ready for this.

"mooom!" tom groans at his moms explaining and boredom, "what? look how cute you were!" his mom points at the pictures as y/n laughs softly, "Oh right! y/n! I have some spare pictures of younger tom if you would like to keep them?" his mom states, "mom! stop it!" tom whines,

as it became dark outside, toms mom puts the dishes away and clears her throat smiling kindly, "y/n meeting you was a pleasure and im glad tom found someone like you. your a sweet and pretty girl."

"of course, hes gonna be stuck with me forever mrs. kaulitz, don't worry." y/n smiles innocently making everyone laugh, "seriously y/n, we're glad tom found someone kind and caring, thank you for everything." his step-dad rants

"it was pleasure meeting you all, your son is a hübscher junge (handsome boy), all i need, thank you again." y/n smiles, hugging his mom and shaking hands with his dad again, "bye mom! bye gordon!" tom waves as they walk out the house,

"see, did they hate you?"

[captainnameless]

Helll again. I was the one who asked about Max’s feelings after Singapore.

While I do love a bit of stroppy bratty Max I also love the thought of him being okay with this weekend.

And if that’s how your Max feels I would love to hear more about that☺️

ok ok ok how about a bit of both

The heat’s disgusting in Singapore, while Daniel would love to be in the car, he doesn’t envy watching the drivers get out absolutely drenched in sweat, faces bright red and some look like they might pass out. He also doesn’t hate he doesn’t have to do media today, promised Max he’d be with him tonight so he finishes his duties at AT, says bye to Blake and makes his way over to Redbull, to Max’s driver room.

They arrive semi-similarly, Max on a much shorten media schedule now that he wasn’t top 3, and watches Max’s face sour while he tries to peel his race suit off.

There’s a disgruntled whine while he shakes his arm out in frustration. “Off!”

“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “Do you want me to help?”

“No.” Max grumbles, struggles bending his limb in what much be an uncomfortable position to try and get arm free.

Daniel watches on for a little bit, before deciding to intervene when Max’s groans of frustration appear to start to turn into a tantrum.

“Alright, I’m gonna he-”

“Noo-hooo!” Max whines again, he tries smacking at Daniel but doesn’t get very far considering both of his arms are restricted by the suit he’s got halfway off.

“Hey.” Daniel warns, using his good hand to tip Max’s chin up. “Wanna try that again?”

Max’s stubborn frown is impressive but he bites his lip before mumbling a “No.”

“Okay,” Daniel says, releasing Max’s chin. “Will you be gentle with me if I try to help you? I don’t want to hurt my hand.”

Max’s expression changes immediately, eyes going to Daniel’s hand before he catches his eyes again. He nods quietly.

“Alright,” Daniel hums, makes quick work off getting Max out of his race suit, piles it in the corner of the room for Brad to take back. “Go take a shower.” He suggest, gentle pushing Max to the cramped shower space in the room.

“I can shower at the hotel.” Max protests with a whine, squirming out of Daniel’s range.

“Max,” Daniel sighs. “Go on, it’s way too hot to wait for the hotel. You’ll feel better once you’ve showered.”

“No.” Max whines.

Daniel takes another breath, it’s way too hot to be going back and forth like this, so he walks around Max, shoves the sliding door open and grabs the showerhead.

“You can get in the shower or I’ll bring the shower to you.”

Max looks at him incredulously, Daniel has to bite back a laugh at the look on his face.

“You won’t.”

“One.”

“Daniel!” Max whines, but doesn’t push it further, peels the fireproof off on his way there and makes a show out of shoving the screen closed a little too hard.

Daniel waits on the small leather couch for Max to finish, lays a clean set of clothes out that Max easily slides into once he’s done.

He’s stood a couple feet away from Daniel kind of sheepishly and so Daniel past his lap. Max doesn’t need to be told twice.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles into Daniel’s chest once he’s fitted their bodies together.

“That’s okay.” Daniel hums, scratching his fingers into the buzzed hair on Max’s neck. “I still love the brat, too.”

Daniel can feel the blush that spreads onto Max’s cheeks when Max presses his face into his chest with a whine. He laughs. “How you feeling?”

“Good.” Max mumbles, face reappearing to peak up at Daniel. “Yeah, good.”

Daniel smiles. “Yeah? You did so well, streak had to end someday.”

“I did do well.” Max nods, and Daniel might feel his heart explode with how proud he is at Max for acknowledging that.

“I maximized the car, that’s a win too.”

“It is.” Daniel nods.

[paintedcz]

So, I have a new VCCV list coming out soon.

I wrote it for a friend, and they’re releasing that bank soon, thus,,, a new list will become available.

I’ve legitimately no idea how compatible it is with the original VCCV list, or how it compares with the extensions many of you have made. So, you’ll have to figure that out on your own! Sorry!

I don’t have the will to make a new set of tutorials for it either, but there will at least be a cute little pdf with instructions. (A tiny part of my soul dies when you don’t follow the instructions.)

I apologize for dropping the original list and basically running away on you in 2015. That whole thing put me in quite a burnout. I’m talking like visiting the hospital a couple times kind of burnout.

I’m doing a whole lot better now, but I’ve mostly been refocusing on my health, artwork, Live2D, and a tiny bit of Vtubing recently.

Also, YES, you can use the list to sell your VCCV UTAU banks commercially. (The original terms of use has finally been updated.)

Listen, I’m tired and I hate the state that capitalism is in right now. I don’t like needing to have money to survive. So please don’t steal my work. Please credit me. Please make cool things that you love! And have some fun!

I’ll try my best to have more updates for you soon. Ok thanks bye!

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #127

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Welcome back to The Frank Program. I’m Big Mike, your host for the day, since Frankie-boy couldn’t make it. But you won’t want to miss this episode, because our guest is rising pop-star icon, Rhonda Pope! Welcome to the program.”

“Thank you for having me, Mike.”

“On this show, we usually jump right into the questions, but I know you’re nervous, so let’s loosen up a little, shall we?” Mike pulled a bottle of whiskey from under the desk and set a couple shot glasses next to it on the table. He poured both of them and slid one over to Rhonda.

“Oh… uh… I don’t drink, actually.”

Mike had already downed his shot. “Oh well, more for me.” He took hers and threw it back. “Anyway, I’m relaxed now. The great thing about podcasting is no one can tell me what to do. It’s great. It’s like a vacation. Anyway… Let’s try an ice breaker: If you had to choose between Donald Trump, Joe Biden, and Kamala Harris, who would you fuck, marry, and kill?”

“I do not feel comfortable answering that question.”

“Yeah, ha ha ha,” Big Mike giggled. “I don’t blame you. Actually I wrote that question down a few weeks ago, it’s got nothing to do with recent events.” He held up his hands. “Okay? It’s a perfectly normal edgy kind of question.”

Rhonda sat in quiet discomfort.

“The internet is gonna have a field day with this. They hate me. They all hate me because I’m not afraid to tell it like it is.” Mike remembered what he was supposed to be doing. “Sorry about that, let’s get back to you. What’s it like finally catching your big break, years after the release of your first single?”

“It’s amazing, actually. I’ve always just, mostly tried to make sure I was making something I like, something I want to listen to, because I think as an artist you need to start from a personal place. So yeah, I stand by all of my previous releases even if they didn’t get the same attention as Bi-Bye Bitch. And I think my new fans are diving into my singles from last year, and even earlier, and they’re finding more of what they love about that song, but still unique. It’s a beautiful thing.”

“I can tell you that for me, personally, I’ve had Cigarette Burn stuck in my head every minute since I heard it. It’s exceptionally catchy.”

“Thank you. I -”

“Like, no, no, no, listen. It’s too catchy. I can’t get it out of my head, it’s driving me off the edge.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“You’re good.”

“Thanks. Uh…”

“Is it true that your record label dropped you last year?”

“It is, yeah. I had to get a job as a waitress to make ends meet.”

“Their loss, huh?”

“Yeah, I think indie pop really is the way of the future. My label never knew what to do with my music, you know? They couldn’t decide if it was for the gays or the girlies, but it was always for the gay girlies, you know what I mean? It’s that intersection.”

“Is there still a place in the pop world for megahits and superstars?”

“I guess so? But it’s never going to be like it was when I was a kid. Everyone knew the top forty because it was on the radio, and people were listening. Every year had its signature biggest song, but now? Monoculture is dead. Pop culture is dead. Nothing gets that big anymore. Everything is regional and demographical and, like, calculated to appeal to the most people and they still can’t do it. I’m lucky, you know? Because I’m getting popular enough to be self-sustaining, but I don’t have all the overhead the labels do. They spend more than anything else on marketing.”

“That’s old media for you. Do you see them sticking around?”

“I don’t think anyone really knows what’ll happen.”

Just then, the door to the studio slammed open, and Frank walked in with his arm over Daryl’s shoulder. “We… are… BACK!”

Mike furrowed his brow. “We. Are. Recording!”

“Get outta my seat, Michael. Shoo.”

Mike groaned and moved to the next seat over. Frank adjusted his microphone as Daryl returned to the dusty chair in the corner.

“It’s getting really crowded…” Rhonda shrank in her seat.

“Well too bad, darlin’. If you don’t like it, head on out.”

“Hey!” Mike punched Frank’s shoulder. “Do you know how hard it was to get her to come on the show?”

“I don’t know a damn thing about this girl, Mikey. Can’t imagine I care. Nothing you can say to me can ruin my mood. I got my boy back!”

“Wow,” Rhonda said half-heartedly. “Congrats! I think I’m gonna head home, actually… yeah.” She got up, grabbed her purse, and walked out before anyone could stop her.

Mike’s jaw hung open. “Why? Why, Frank? Why couldn’t you just stay home today?”

“Because it’s my show.”

“But you have no idea what you’re even doing!”

“I don’t need to. All that matters is family and making something I’m proud of.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Ugh, forget it.” Mike threw down his headphones and stormed out of the studio.

“Well’n, I guess that’s all for today’s episode of The Frank Program. Thank you all for letting me be Frank with you. See you next time.”

[whatamidoinghere777]

Maleficent 3 has been released so HERE IS MY OPINION ON BOTH MALEFICENT MOVIES

Maleficent: AASAAGGGGGHBHH YOU PERFECT ANGEL YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WORK MWAH MWHA I LOVE YOU.

Maleficent Mistress of Evil: *distant cry and sobbing* AURORA YOU USELESS PIECE OF SCUM WHY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WPUKD PICK PHILIPS PARENTS OVER YOUR OWN MOTHER MALEFICENT?? when aurora was visiting philips crusty father (I forget his name, and I'm proud of it) and maleficent told aurora to leave with her, AND SHE REFUSED????????????? WHAT?!?!?@?!!? YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THE RAGE I FEEL. AURORA. This woman found you in the forest as a baby. She made sure you were safe from the dangers. Her birb servant played games with you. Then she showed you the beautiful and magical moors, AND MADE YOU THE DAMN QUEEN. Then this nasty crusty dusty ugly disgraceful worthless boi Philip pulls up, and you fall for him. (I would never do that but u do u ig.) And then you MARRY him. (still a horrible move but I can still undterstand it.) And then you want to get maleficent involved and you KNOW how she feels about humans. (....your really toeing the line here.) And you give her some material to cover to horns to 'make everyone more comfortable' WHEN HER HORNS ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PART OF HER AND SHOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS BE COVERED UP. Then your at a lame dinner party party that DISGUSTING HAG OF A QUEEN says she considers aurora to be her daughter. EXCUSE YOU?????? DOES SHE NOT ALREADY HAVE THE MOST AMAZING BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL DROP DEAD GORFEOUS MOTHER ON THE PLANET??? And aurora doesnt even say anything!! Then, maleficent rightfully gets angry. (how would YOU feel if your beloved daughter, the one person who doesn't fear you or despise you just up and accepts another mother, who by the way, you HATE??) And then, like the queen she is, maleficents curses philips father. OH WAIT???? WHATS THIS??? MALEFICENT NEVER TOUCHED THE KIND, AND IT WAS PHILIPS WRINKELY HAG KF A MOTHER WHO KILLED HER HUSBAND BC OF SOME UNSOLVED FAMILY ISSUES OR SOMETHING??? AND THEN AURORA HAS THE AUDACITY TO BLAME HER WONDERFUL GOOD KIND INNOCENT MOTHER.FOR SOMETHKNG SHE NEVER DID????????? AURORA YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HOPELESS AND DESPICABLE. I actually cannot stand the movie past here. and then as malefocent is flying home after losing her daughter and being wrongly accused SOME RANDOM PEASANT WOMAN SHOOTS HER?????????????? ?????????????? WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?!?!?@?@?@? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE HER A BREAK. okay I'm just gonna stop here now 😭 all in all AURORA IS A NASTY DISGUSTING HORRIBLE CRUSTY DUSTY PICK ME TRAITOR AND I DONT LIKE HER. ok bye :)

[aloneinthehellfire]

Hi there! I have been kind of stalking ur account for ages now and I just love how you write so consistently and beautifully

I've been starting to write my own fics and was wondering if you had any advice? Or how you manage to keep up with the schedule you set for yourself bc I've been struggling to sit and write lately

Can't wait for more instalments of your series lovely!

thank you so very much, wow i never get used to this <3

i guess my advice would be to just write what you want and however much you want to! don't ever feel like you have to write a certain way or be 'as great' as another fic writer, i think if you have an idea that excites you, literally just word vomit onto a page and see how you feel!

i was lucky in starting from scratch and knowing exactly what i wanted to produce, but that doesn't mean i don't have days where i hate a certain instalment or look back on past fics and think "why did i think that was good??"

lately, i don't really have a schedule. i'm in the same boat as you where i don't feel excited to sit and write so whenever i do get those rare bursts of energy, or an idea that pops into my head, i'll grab my laptop and write it down. remember: it doesn't have to be perfect!

don't get me wrong, i still loveeee fic writing, and i'm even more motivated when i've created something that makes me proud, but i will have times where i have no inspiration or just don't really feel like sitting down and finishing a chapter

i think it's just the case of doing what works for you! you can be a consistent writer and post everyday or you can write slowly and release instalments or fics whenever you want

i've kind of just babbled on for ages now but i hope that at least helped?

ok bye

[amaryllis-sagitta]

My first impression was very ambiguous, I remember going into the romance scene in EA and saying to myself "boooy that's like 3 red flags in one, k bye" and wanting to never try with him again. I was worried they would try to write him as very dark, egotistical and manipulative by default, and I was fully ready not to vibe with that character at all. Thankfully, my short-term & autobiographic memory dysfunction made me completely forget that impression, and on release I was already pre-warned that this is going somewhere else than I assumed, so I could stay open minded.

But these red flags of him being very calculating in his approach, pretty mean despite an ostensibly flirtatious/ friendly intention, telling many honeyed words without a trace of passion behind them, and making the entire process sound like it's about his satisfaction and safety, are still there on release, and the Ascension amps them up.

This is why the Act 2 moments pack such a punch in terms of Astarion showing vulnerability and sincere intentions (even if he kinda hates them about himself at the time), which re-contextualizes all the buffoonery and malice he has shown before. If you were distrustful of him in Act 1, then from your perspective this is a choice to be fair and principled instead of using him as a tool (there are no disapproving reactions if you give your own blood to Araj), or just unwittingly, reactively returning the snide, malicious treatment that he's giving everyone. But if you've already woobified him, you'll end up woobifying him even more after that, because now he seems to be the poor little meow meow who needs the MC to stand up for him etc.

Even to this day, I say to myself: thank goodness this is fictional guy, because in real life I wouldn't have had the the skill to protect myself emotionally, or the patience to put up with a person like that on a daily basis. He would be kinda entertaining to me for exactly 30 minutes and then rapidly go into the "Don't Touch With a 10 Foot Pole, Only Speak When Absolutely Necessary" territory. I've had coworkers like that and in my experience, having someone Like That around when you have your own CPTSD is exhausting because they're fake, they're unsafe, their sass gets abrasive pretty quickly because of how obvious the posturing is, so they activate all the hypervigilance and people reading instincts that are very unnecessary in most circumstances. News flash, challenging people is hard if you were constantly judged and intimidated. Thankfully, I can challenge characters in games and save scum if I feel I've been too mean. Anyway.

Feels like the worst parts of the Astarion discourse are constantly at tension between infantilizing woobification and absolutely unhinged femme thirst that rides on the train of the initial marketing scheme for Astarion (like hello, Onlyfangs was fully intended as a lie to crumble in your face, and yet so many people haven't gotten past that phase in Astarion's reception). It a) hasn't been properly problematized for what it is and b) has proven to breach the boundaries of Astarion's fictitious reality just like the hate commonly addressed at creators tends to in the Internet spaces.

Both these attitudes are a result of cherry picking and a sort of confirmation bias (not in a scientific sense but in a sense of already having a complete "correct" reading of a narrative before you're finished and not allowing any textual evidence to change it), one is dangerously out of touch with the parasocial nature of gaming fandoms and the sheer force of impact that an Internet mob's opinion can have on someone's mental health if they have to face a barrage of a certain kind of takes. It is about some specific misconceptions about trauma survivors that only serve the healthy people to feel very helpful and very good about themselves, but also a part of a wider tendency where people treat the interpretation of any text of culture like a singular act of consumption that gives you the Correct Key Answer to use in a potential debate, not a proper circular methodology where you constantly agree to acquire new information, have your mind changed, your expectations subverted, where you agree to learn something and make self-discoveries through the classic esthetic shock. This wider tendency leads to all sorts of internet wank, not just in this specific case. Long story short, the fandom needs to get over their ick over fucking Aristotle and read about the parts of the process that necessarily precede catharsis.

NGL, looking at the state of the fandom it looks like Larian aimed a little too high with the kind of esthetic shock wave they wanted to send to Astarion's target audience. Whoever understands, understands it too well, and the collective of these inquisitive, understanding fans is likely to read into more layers of meaning and identification than the authors intended, and that's valid. But most people who need to be taught the lesson will not allow themselves to be shocked and challenged by a deeper literary take like that, because the openness to a classic esthetic experience isn't there.

the weirdest thing about the general astarion discourse in the bg3 fandom is that he does actually suck. and astarion fans seem to forget this all the time but he sucks ass. he’s a shitty guy. he’s lame and a loser and rude and kind of stupid and a bad person if you let him get away with it. that’s why i like him.

maybe it’s the blorbo glasses that make people forget about it or maybe it’s the infantilization of grown adults who’ve been traumatized but i see so much fighting about him that boils down to “he’s a shitty person!”/“no he isn’t, he was tortured for 200 years!”. and the answer is that he was a shitty person, got beaten half to death, and then got tortured for 200 years. he sucks and is also a victim. can we fight about something more interesting please.

[spiralemoji]

You don’t realize how much of a workaholic you are and how difficult of a time you have relaxing until you go on vacation

Like goddamn, i have mental issues

I can’t just sleep in like a normal person, there is literally 3 people awake on this island right now and two of them are people who are having to set up shop and work- and the other is an old guy taking a brisk walk on the beach.

But yeah, i wake up at 5am and shoot of bed, walk around the island with nothing to do, and there is literally no one awake. It felt good for 15 minutes but then i lost interest, mainly due to loneliness? And so i just started hanging up my clothes and trying not to have circular thoughts that will make me worse (as if i have any control at this point)

Ruminating about the future, ruminating about my own happiness, ruminating about things i don’t like about myself and my uncertainties and insecurities

You’d think goddamn just take a Xanax or Ativan or whatever the fuck and chill out and shut up right but nothing makes my head truly go silent

I wanted to say good bye to my obsessions but i said good bye to my obsessions 80 times in my head, 180 times maybe, maybe 900 times, i couldn’t stop saying it to myself because i want to say good bye to my obsessions

But i can’t stop, as it feels intangible out of reach something to do just for the sake of doing it, I’m always seeking, despite trying my best to fill myself up with gratitude and contentment and blah blah blah

It just never ceases, hypo manic energy almost overtakes me, and no one else seems to understand why i seem so un calm

I can’t stop, so i do things that no one else does. And pride myself on, the external validation of my own perfectionism and productivity like it’s a drug i get high off of or need to survive

Meanwhile in the background there is this burning self hatred and pointlessness, and feelings of isolation, and being trapped

Like a wounded child, and a wild animal in a cage biting to get out and scream, and tear into the flesh of those who deserve to be torn apart

Simply because i felt like it, and want to destroy and control whats inside of me but i can’t, so i lose myself to these waves of mentally ill thoughts and manic rage lashing out at everyone

While i psychotically hang my clothes perfectly in a row, everything is perfectly fine, all the time….

In my little world, all alone…. Nothing could cure this kind of emptiness and discontent

It’s the loudest when i go to places like this, because i really have no one and nothing else around to blame but myself, or the things greater than me which i don’t understand and could be figments of someone else’s imagination for all i know

What do i know, i know nothing, i rely on feeling and reaction, and trust none of it, as I flim and flam about no where to the next no where for no real reason

It all gets so boring sometimes, i can hardly come up with something i care to entertain, saving the world or watching it burn neither is satisfying,

I simply, don’t care, and i think oh, maybe if someone else cares maybe if someone else loves me maybe if i belong to something …. But i don’t connect. Despite claiming its all i want, i run from that the most of anything

I am tied up inside endless conundrums and unsolvable riddles that make no sense, lose ends that never meet, a maze you can never escape

The only hope I have is feeling of catharsis and relief, whether its from, losing consciousness, a shameful amount of sleep- drug induced, or overdosing

I had the best intentions but there is so much pain i carry around, and shame, and insecurity, its hard to let go of it all so easily…. And not care what other people think,

So i turn to poetry and music for release, and a few other things not as satisfying- my dopamine deprived brain, broken from the inside, i want a perfect body

They judge me, and say how could she be so selfish

I hate it too. I hate it too, but i can’t make it stop, i can’t fix myself, i need help.

Most people tell me to shut up and everything will be fine. It never really is though, i don’t know when it ever will be so i gave up waiting for the feeling and accepted the brutal fact of my experience here in life

Unfortunately isn’t the happiest experience, despite having everything you could of ever wanted.

And everybody hates me because I’m Gay. Narcissist…. Deluded, insane, psychotic, obsessive, neurotic,…. I have no character, no backbone, no work ethic, no cares. I am amoral, depraved, baseless, empty inside.

Drowning in a river of my very own device….. happiness is my own self destruction and demise

So at least it’s the path of least resistance, with least collateral damage, remove myself from the equation, quietly, slowly,

Floating down the river, giving up, suicide.

The only other choice i have is to hold onto hoping, despite all odds not being the best, bravely facing death, a martyr to what, my own ignorance

I can’t get past my own self, much less, ascend beyond that,

I wish i could, as if that would, fantastically heal the raw reality and aching wounds, festering with maggots that rot in my very core, my soul, and my most vulnerable, private places,

You, put them there, i blame you and take out fire on you with branded steel steering on your skin

Hating all men

I should know better than this, but its hard to pretend you can always control all your emotions

Wipe them out like they aren’t there, take a pill and pretend to be happy like everyone else, smile for the cameras

Don’t be such, a drag, get up and light someone else’s path, get off your knees

Feed the begging man, ask god for forgiveness as he strikes you down and plagues you, a leper with decaying skin, painful diseases, and sicknesses

Leaving you to rot like filth on the scum soaked sidewalks like the vermin you are

Worthless beguiled rotten …. You turned all of gods golden light inside your innocent baby body

And made a mockery of him. So he strikes me down, again, and again, and again. Flogging us senseless.

And i still hope for redemption. Purity, forgiveness. As if i can ever quit. My mind a dirty dumpster dive of imperfection and sin.

I’ll never be good enough for him……

[lunar-ensemble]

Nocturne (18+) Version 0.1.2.1 update

https://ivatox.itch.io/nocturne/devlog/625501/chapter-one-part-two-is-live

Hi there, everyone! Long time no see! Sorry it's been taking so long to release updates. Unfortunately, this update isn't as long or content-packed as I would like it to be. I had stated in a previous Dev Log that I would be breaking the bigger Update I had originally planned into smaller sections, allowing me to make more updates and only have to parse a smaller chunk of content at a time.

This update came a little later than I had originally planned, but it's here nevertheless. Hopefully, the next update should come out at most during January.

Anyways! About this update! I have implemented a chapter select! If you end up losing your save due to Ren'Py (or likely Avi) tomfoolery, you should be able to go back to a relatively close area of where you last left off.

(While we're on the topic of tomfoolery, if you are unable to update your game, uninstall it and install the update as a fresh installation. Sorry, for the inconvenience this causes... I will try to make an update to the chapter select so you can access your unlockables after Chapter Selecting)

With this fresh update comes seven new characters! Since I was a little crunched for time, I had to leave all of their portraits as static sketches. While you do get a rough idea of what each character looks like, I was unable to draw and code any emotes for them. So for now, pretend you're playing MegaMan Battle Network/Star Force and continue through the story like that...

Speaking of portraits... my style changed. Again. Meaning I am going to have to redraw Oak and Cypress' portraits. Again. They're not in the next few updates, so I won't focus on them for now. I'm thinking I could complete one character's set of portraits per upcoming update...

I also completely overhauled the music! And by completely overhauled, I mean I converted each mp3 file to ogg. I did, however, implement a new song! There should be a second, but I kind of rushed it and I hate it so please don't listen to it. To make up for this, I allowed a sneak peak of two upcoming songs! I hope you like them!

Most importantly, I've added twenty GDocs-Pages worth of content for you all to enjoy! Hope you like it!

Finally, I made some small changes. First, I changed the soundfile of Mori's horrific singing to make it sound more discordant and out-of-tune. I apologize for your ears. Secondly, I changed some stuff on the menu! The about page now contains links to my socials! I also changed the "accent" text color so the title doesn't blend into the flowers on the main menu. Finally, I changed out two of the Easter Eggs from the phone scene!

And that's it for all the changes in this update! In the next update which should come no later than January, I will add in twenty more Gdoc Pages worth of content, one new song, and one character's portraits completed. I also wish to start implementing my own backgrounds instead of use stock images, but we'll see.

Bye for now! Stay safe as you walk through the night, ok? Maybe it's good to be a little Fearful in those situations...

[m39]

Doom WADs’ Roulette (2006): Impossible: A New Reality

Br1: Impossible: A New Reality

Main author(s): JK

Release date: October 20th, 2006

Version played: ???

Required port compatibility: ZDoom

Levels: 1 (MAP01 replacement)

Remember M.C. Escher? You know, that guy who would draw geometrical mindfucks like the stairs that make you end up in the same place even though you keep going up or down? There is a reason why there is an award named after him in this installment of Cacowards.

Impossible: A New Reality is like Escher himself did a Doom map... That’s all I’m gonna say for now since I don’t know what to say in this paragraph anymore. So let’s just take a look at this map and see why it earned the award.

The plot is basically one wall of text so here is a summary:

You hate your boss, you bang his wife, you kill your boss, you bury him in an Indian burial ground (how original), then your ass is dragged to the map.

A New Reality looks rather good, I guess. I saw better-looking maps that were uploaded on the Internet before this one but this map still looks fine. I didn’t see anything severely bad looking.

The music track used for this map (a MIDI cover of Black Rose from Eternal Darkness) is really good to listen to. It might not sound like the typical Doom stuff, but it fits this map so well it doesn’t even matter.

This map is a mindfuck, I can tell you that. There are moments where you get stuck, but it’s a far cry from some of the moon-logic bullshit from the 90s.

As for how weird this map is, it has some mindfucking moments. Sure, by today's standards, it is just some of the locations looping themselves over and over (with silent teleporters that supposedly make it look more convincing but it looks kind of janky today) and the passages that supposedly lead to one place when instead lead to another (because the map is split into fragments that aren’t actually connected; and that’s why it doesn’t show its locations on the Automap), but it still looks kind of cool despite being kind of outdated.

Honestly, I feel like this map is weirder than Happy Time Circus. Even though that map has an insane motive of a demonic carnival, after around the first third of it, that map becomes stale and a chore to play through until the last area of it. Meanwhile, A New Reality might have a much weaker punch but it’s spread throughout the entirety of itself, constantly keeping your attention and making you think about what will happen next (at least partially in my opinion).

Asides from screwing with your perception and cohesive thinking, there is also a puzzle room where you have to press three switches out of sixteen to open a door in front of you. The solution to this puzzle is found in the area near the start but you have to follow the arrow on the floor to get there.

This map isn’t hard. Some of the stuff with monsters using invisible teleporters tend to be annoying among others but overall, I feel like it was rather easy almost all of the time.

It would be better if this map didn’t have stealth enemies in it. At least it’s just Imps this time.

There is only one new enemy added in A New Reality, called Mister Cyberdemon, who’s basically a siege cow that drops the yellow key after dying.

There are no game-breaking bugs on this map. The only bugs I noticed were one of the textures being unintentionally misaligned and one small part of the map in the yellow key area (which kind of feels like a maze in my eyes) being visible on the Automap. I don’t know if it’s an accident or was intentional but either way, it helped me escape from there.

Impossible: A New Reality might be slightly janky by today's standards but it is still a fun map to play. Check out if you are interested. And don’t forget to look at this video for more:

As for the next map on the bronze list... well... we will get to that in the near future.

I’ll see you later.

Bye.

[jezzjul]

The End.

Duuuuude, no way I survived long enough to ever see the ONE finale, this is such an amazing event. Honestly, the ending wasn't what I wanted, and that's just perfect. Even if I hate open-endings I have to confess that I actually loved this one. Because Cheesy stayed loyal to the main point of the show, a critique-like to the object show community, or the representation of object shows. There's a video that explains this furthermore and that I intensely agree with. There are other points of view that are really interesting, like the one that mentions that the finale, how the story ends, depends on us the community, and is kind of heartwarming for me.

Remember that I expected more merch to be released? Cheesy slandered my dreams of having an Airy sticker just some days after. I don't blame him, I'm pretty sure that the whole experience was hard to handle lol.

Anyways, what else can I say now? Oh! Airy's death, oh my precious. I expected it to happen, I didn't wanna, but it did. And maybe some people think that his death was underwhelming, but for me, is just proof that everyone is fragile, and not even the antagonist can save himself from misery. Like, he was the one in charge, the only one who knew how to use the computer, the powerful one, the one who made our protagonist's life miserable, and at the end of the day, he died as if he were nothing, like any other regular object. Is just perfect, and I love it.

Oh, and yeah, I'm reporting Cheesy hfj for stealing my ideas /joke

I hope you liked this rushed fanart I made, I might do more (if I'm not busy), and if you wonder what else am I going to draw about if ONE is already over, well... I have some stuff planned out. Now, bye bye!

TLDR; ONE is amazing im in lvoe eyahea dhsfjdk

ONE is dONE.

ONE by Cheesy Hfj. (Official Playlist)

Silly video.

[xmyshya]

What the fvck

summary: Your long term boyfriend leaves you for someone else (no cheating), so you decide to take revenge on the most important person in his life. But it takes an unexpected turn... genre: angst, smut, a pinch of fluff? warnings: fighting, falling out of love, breakup, swearing, MINORS DNI betas: @vivianvampyric thank you so much, my love. What would I do without you <3 special thanks: to @karasunowo for this beautiful Osamu doodle <3 and my soulmate @bokutosace for pushing me past my block <3 a/n: Fic is a part of the Anilysium server collab with a prompt: hate/revenge fucking. You can find the masterlist here. @hqintheclub wc: 3.2k edit a/n2: thank you so much for the love and all the feedback I got from you, you're seriously amazing <3 I'd like to officially announce that there will be part 2, once I figure out my irl urgencies! If you'd like to be tagged in its release, let me know!

“What the fuck?!”

Eight years. Eight fucking years reduced to this one sentence.

“Am sorry, I really am.”

To be fair, Atsumu does look sorry—with pain besmirching his big brown eyes, usually so warm and bright; a quiver of his bottom lip and muscles shifting in his jaw; and the way he’s fiddling with his fingers, something he almost never does. Something about precious setter fingertips.

“I don’t give a fuck, Atsumu! How could you?!” He shrinks in on himself.

“I— We haven’t done anythin’, I just— A wanted ta be fair ta ya.”

You scoff. Fair. How is dumping a girlfriend of eight years after living together for five for some other chick fair? How is falling in love with someone else after making promises of forever since high school fair?

You’re surprised you haven’t started crying yet—maybe it’s because of the shock, maybe it’s the rage, or maybe it’s your pride and not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you break down. Although between the breakdown and your current outburst, you’re not sure which is worse.

“Look, yer free to stay ‘ere fer as long as ya want. I have a place ta stay, I’ll grab ma things when yer out. I owe ya this much.”

“You don’t owe me shit.”

“I do. I— I better go now. Bye, Y/n.”

Closing the door of your shared apartment (not anymore, you realise) opens a door somewhere inside of you, and you burst in tears. And then you cry, and cry, and cry, until your eyes are swollen and burning, and you can’t open them anymore.

The next few days are a blur; you're not quite sure if it's a day or night with your closed curtains, you fall in and out of an uneasy slumber, and don't remember the last time you ate or showered.

The rage has burnt everything in you, leaving nothing but ashes and dried tear trails. It's bizarre, not feeling anything—a little bit like drowning, a little bit like floating, a little bit like suffocating.

On the fifth day of this timeless suspension you realise that the noise you hear isn't an earthquake; it's just your stomach demanding something, anything. But there's nothing at the apartment, you've already ate whatever was still consumable, and the rest is spoiled.

You're still standing in front of the open empty fridge, deciding on whether to go shopping or not, but the loud grumbling makes the decision for you. But first, you need a shower.

The water feels magical as it flows down your body. It's warm, bringing back sensations in your numb limbs. It cleanses the dread, removes dust, and all the dirt and worries disappear down the drain.

It's kind of refreshing to wear clean clothes after these few days and leaving the apartment, even if it's to go to the grocery store right next to your building. It's almost normal to pick the rice, vegetables, meat, and fruits.

Back at a home that isn't yours, the ingredients for a simple dish are simmering in the pot, and you hum happily while mixing. It's a sound that these walls haven't heard in a while, and it still lingers when you pour the soup in a bowl.

You sit at the table, clasp your hands together with an echoing clap and mutter an itadakimasu. And then it hits you, again. You're at the table, alone. About to eat dinner, alone. You're in this flat, alone. He's not here anymore, not yours anymore.

The dish is forced down your throat, spoon after spoon, even when you choke back the tears. It burns, it hurts, it threatens to go back up, but you continue, swallow after swallow. Because the world hasn't come to a halt, even if yours did.

There's a soft knock on the door, and you notice the room is filled with a red-ish, pink-ish light. You have survived another day, you think glancing at the setting sun.

---

"What the fuck." Osamu mutters under his breath and considers running away. "Why am I even doing this for that dick?"

He knows what Atsumu did. He knows that sometimes things like this happen and it's not necessarily anyone's fault. He's mad because he would never treat you like that. Maybe giving you up back in high school in favour of his twin was a mistake.

The man drags a hand down his face and knocks. Part of him hopes you're out, that you won't open the door and he won't have to pretend that he doesn't see your red, puffy eyes. Another part hopes that upon seeing him you'll just throw yourself into his arms in search of comfort.

There's a click of a lock and then a voice,

"'Samu?"

---

"'Samu? Come in, please."

It hurts how identical they are. Even despite different-coloured eyes, despite Osamu going back to his natural hair, they are so undeniably identical twins. Fuck.

"Would you like some tea? I don't have any coffee, sorry."

He hates the expression you're wearing, he hates how obvious it is that you're in pain, and he hates how it's probably because of his face. He shouldn't overstay his welcome, shouldn't break you any more, but he just can't leave.

When the drinks are ready, both of you sit at the table, the same one that you used to dine at with his brother. Judging by the look in your eyes, he's occupying Atsumu's chair, inflicting damage yet again.

The awkward silence fills the room; neither of you know what to say, because really what is there to say? Between the sips of a hot brew he opts for a meaningless small talk, one of about weather, because any other topic seems dangerous.

Time passes, and after many deafening tick-tocks it's suddenly too dark to see your undereye bags. You stand to turn the lights on.

"'Samu?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?"

He looks at you and gulps, not sure of your reaction when he says his name.

"To— to grab 'Tsumu's stuff."

"Did he— he asked you to?"

Osamu nods, and you can feel your blood boil. He was with you for eight fucking years, and he doesn't have the decency to come himself? He threw you away like trash, and he doesn't have the courage to look you in the eyes? He has to drag his brother into this?

You're angry, you're so angry, and the only thing you want is to devastate, to hurt, to break, to trample, just like you were devastated, hurt, broken, and trampled. Osamu stands in front of you.

"Am sorry, Y/n. Am so incredibly sorry."

Blinded by the rage, you hide your face in Osamu's chest, crumple his shirt in your fists, as you decide to destroy the only constant in Atsumu's life. To rip off something that was always his and claim it as yours, even if it’s just for one night.

He’s mad too; he gave you up all those years ago for his brother, only for him to step on it, and in the name of what? He’s spent all those years watching your relationship bloom, wishing you were his instead, but you belonged to his twin, you were untouchable, unattainable. But now, the very same brother left you, spat on Osamu’s sacrifice, and ran away. So he’s going to steal you away, claim you as finally his, even if it’s just for one night.

He hugs you tight, rubbing soothing patterns on your back, and mumbles apology after apology. If there was anything he could do, he'd do it in a heartbeat. There's not one thing he wouldn't do for you.

"'Samu, what's wrong with me? Am I not enough?" You mutter into the fabric. Hook.

"Huh? No, Y/n, look at me." You lift your face and look at him with doe eyes. Line. "There's nothing wrong with ya, yer a wonderful woman." Sinker.

You keep your gaze on him for a moment, pull him down by his shirt as you stand on your toes… and then you kiss him. A gentle peck right on his lips, then another one before you capture his bottom lip between yours.

"I— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I don't—"

You push yourself off of him, babbling and pretending to panic, but in the corner of your eye you see how much he liked it. Perfect. So you place a finger on your lips, as if the sensation of him still lingered there, and shift your gaze at him.

Everything becomes a blur when you keep looking at each other, millions of feelings swarming in his eyes, a dangerous glint in yours. Everything is hazed over when he pulls you in and crashes his lips on yours.

His warm hands slide under your shirt against your cool skin and you gasp at the sensation. He wastes no time and kisses you deeper, harsher, with a tongue teasing at yours. You wonder if it tastes as sweet to him as it does to you.

Your impatient fingers tug at his shirt, wanting to feel him closer, sooner, right now. The kiss is broken and as if on command, both of you take your shirts off. Osamu's arms snake around your waist again, pulling you into him and into another searing kiss.

It's full of longing, full of hunger, overtaking your senses like a storm. There's just Osamu and the taste of his tongue, the feeling of it sliding and swirling around yours, and the stinging of his bites on your bottom lip.

He pushes you backwards until your thighs hit the edge of the table; you're lifted to sit on it as the black haired twin sucks hot marks onto your neck. His hands are on your thighs, digging in the soft flesh through your pants, and he moves them towards your ass, not forgetting to tease the creases with his thumbs.

A shiver runs down your spine and straight to your cunt; it’s a forbidden fruit with an alluring scent, and you want to bite into it, devour it whole, even if it consumes you back. Just the idea of the act is so sinful, that you can’t help but wonder if the heat inside you is arousal or hellfire.

Osamu’s huge hands unclasp your bra and throw it somewhere on the floor, then they move to cup your tits and squeeze them. His lips are on yours again, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, as if he’s been waiting for it for a lifetime. A pinch on your nipples makes you release the sweetest little ‘ah’ he’s ever heard in his life.

You’re growing impatient, you want him to finally fill you up, so you tug on the band of his sweats and he gets it. Leaning on your palms you lift your hips us, giving him the opportunity to take both your pants and panties off. Where they land afterwards, you don’t know.

One of his hands reaches straight to your pussy, fingertips prod at the entrance and smear your juices all around your folds.

“Fuck.” He breathes into the kiss. “Yer so fuckin’ wet.”

He flicks your clit a few times and you arch your back in response. Osamu smirks; you’re so sensitive, so responsive, he can’t wait to pull all kinds of sounds from your lips, especially his name. He doesn’t have to wait long though, a few rubs and pinches on your nub and you let out a breathy “‘Samu…”, and he swears he could cum at that moment.

His touch feels so much different from his brother’s—his hands are rougher, fingers thicker, which you notice as the man slips one of them into your cunt. It’s so different but so good, intoxicating even, and you nearly lose your mind when another one joins in.

There’s a steady pace of the pumping of his digits, in and out, in and out, with each time the base of his fingers rubs against your clit. Your walls are squeezing him, nails digging in his shoulders, and when you moan his name again, he has to be inside you. Now.

Osamu pushes you gently so you lay down on the table, and gets rid of his sweats and boxers in the meantime. Your knees are spread wide to invite him into your leaking hole, and he enters in one swift motion. The next few seconds are still, it’s time to adjust to his size, to this new experience, but soon enough he moves again. Tea cups fall to the floor and shatter, but neither of you notices.

At first the thrusts are slow, careful, and he’s watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort. They don’t appear, so the pace is a little quicker, the push a little harder. It’s happening, it’s finally happening, the moment he’s been dreaming of for years at last coming true. It’s difficult to control himself, and soon enough his cock is drilling into you with a force that will surely bruise your cervix.

You’re so full of him, he’s invaded your pussy, your mind—in this moment your whole existence screams “Osamu, Osamu, ‘Samu.” You tell him to go even faster, even harder, to hammer out every thought out of your head. He complies, pulls you closer to the edge of the table and leans down over you. His hands grip the opposite edge of the furniture and Osamu makes an experimental thrust.

And then he’s ramming into you, pushing his cock even further in your cunt, and it’s a miracle that your table is still in one piece. You wrap your arms around his, nails digging in his shoulder blades, as the familiar heat blooms in your abdomen. One of your hands reaches down between your bodies, the other still holding onto him for dear life.

You rub your clit in circles, his cock covered in your slick gliding against your fingers, and you suppose you can’t hold on for much longer. Neither can he, both your brains turned into mush, and between incoherent moans and groans of oh gods and fuckfuckfucks only three words are exchanged.

“Where?”

“Inside. Pill.”

Your thighs shake around him, body arches off the tabletop, and your cunt sucks him deeper and deeper with every clench. His cock twitches at every spasm but he needs to be patient, you need to fall first. And you do, after he suckles harshly on your nipple, with a loud scream of his name. His name. This is what pushes him off the edge, and he spills inside your throbbing pussy in hot spurts.

There’s a moment of silence, only your quickened pants fill the air. You’re still wrapped around him, keeping him inside, and Osamu thinks that maybe this is his chance. Only chance.

“Lemme take ya to bed.” He whispers in your ear and you nod, so he lifts you off the table and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you down gently, hovering over you, and captures your lips between his once again. Only this time it’s slow, gentle, full of all the words he’s never said. Because this time is not about the hot eruption of anger, not about revenge. It’s about you (and maybe him, if you allow it), about the worship and unspoken feelings.

His kisses trail down, caressing every inch of your skin, every crease and mound of your body, until you ask him to fill you up again. Only then does he push in again, rolling his hips calmly, almost lovingly. Only then does he whisper how beautiful you are in your ear. Only then does he make love to you, until you both fall asleep.

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You’re woken up by a clinking noise coming from the kitchen, but it takes a moment before your awareness comes back enough to actually process what’s happening. There’s still a faint scent of a cologne and sex in the air; the pillow next to you is rumpled, same as the sheet.

Then it dawns on you—memories of the last night and who you spent it with flow freely into your mind. You wonder if the noise coming from outside of your bedroom is made by your latest hook-up, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend’s twin. Your feet search for the slippers but find none; you just throw some t-shirt from the floor on you and patter barefoot to the kitchen.

You’re welcomed with a sight of Osamu’s bare back, very muscular back, marked with long red stripes and a bite mark on his shoulder. There’s a familiar throbbing between your thighs, and it suddenly feels so empty without his cock; even though it’s wrong, it’s wicked, it’s salacious. What the fuck?

The man is still unaware of your presence, digging through the cupboards in search of bowls, plates, chopsticks—anything to serve the breakfast in. For one person, as you notice. Everything is ready, so he places the dishes on a tray and turns to put them on a table, only to be startled by your figure.

“Oh god, ya scared me.”

“Good morning to you too, ‘Samu.”

There’s an awkward silence; you’re still standing facing each other—you in his shirt, him with a tray.

“I made ya breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry when ya wake up.”

“You’re not gonna eat?”

He’s still standing there, but now his eyes are trained on the food, as if he was counting the grains of rice.

“A don’t think ya’d want my company.”

“I do. Stay. Please?”

The smile that shows up on his face is faint, even less visible than the sudden glint in his irises. But he stays, plates another set of dishes and sits by you at the table. The rest of the meal passes in silence; only after the bowls are empty do you speak,

“‘Samu, I’m sorry, I- I used you to—”

“Do ya regret it?” He doesn’t let you finish, his gaze is intense, taking in your confused expression. “Sleepin’ with me. D’ya regret it?”

You let the question sit in your mind for a moment, wait for your conscience to object but it doesn’t happen, so you reply simply, “No.”

“Good. I don’t either. I used ya too, ya know.” Your confusion changes into disbelief, so he leans back on the chair with a sigh and continues. “I got mad. Back in high school I stepped back from pursuing ya. I told ‘im that if he’s serious about ya, A won’t stand in the way. And then looked at ya both wishin’ t’was me. With you. But that dickhead threw it away. I was so mad that I wanted ya to be mine, even just for a moment, yanno?”

It’s a lot to take in, what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? Twin brother of your now ex-boyfriend, the one you have just spent a very pleasant night with, has been feeling something for you? For this whole time? You watch as Osamu shifts to lean on his elbows on the table, face hidden in his palms.

“Sorry for droppin’ that bomb on ya.”

“Do you… Do you still…”

“Love ya? Yeah.” Your heart skips a beat at his words.

“Wait for me. Wait until I heal.”

It’s a selfish request, you know it, but Osamu nods anyway. There’s something to look forward to now, because when you heal, maybe you’ll make the choice you were deprived of.