#CLEARLY havent been paying attention

[super-oddity]

[marblebees]

Sorry its so second-hand embarrassing to see ppl who claim to be anti-colonial just jump to the first chance they can to defend core liberal anxieties/reactionary positions like make it make sense…

[nothingmoment]

Why does Eno keep saying I betrayed the clan?

[herejusttosufferalong]

Language might be offensive to some but i wanted to tell just like he told me, to have a man that is not really a romantic perspective. I think that man has deep feelings for Nic. It's a fact, anyone with eyes can see it. My brother who is a 39yo man, without me saying anything, was watching me watch some interviews and said "They are fucking". Lol Gave him the whole picture and he still insisted that if they havent fucked, that Luke wants to fuck her, he actually laughed and said ''Look, look he's thinking about nutting inside her right now", it was during that Irish radio interview. But he thinks they have because of Luke's body language, my brother is quite crude and he said more like "He's been inside her, my man's whole body shows she's mine shit". LMAO He was very clear in saying the way he looks at her is full of desire and he is clearly interested. He said we don't pay attention to a woman that hard, with that look and dopey smile if we are not interested. He wants her. He thinks Nic is harder to read but he thinks she's attracted to him too. He couldn't believe she's 37. lol And he likes i guess i should say, he thinks she's pretty and has great tits. LOL In fact, his words were ''My man ( luke) is rubbing one out for those tits today". I'm sorry, my brother has no filter...he said worse things but you guys get the gist. The thing is, he never says that for celebs he was really fascinated byt 'their bullshit'' and just want them to fuck already, if they havent, or fuck again to cut the tension. Lol

LMFAO

Listen, my hubby has said similar things

The men just get it…

[schlattsdoll]

ahhh i waiting for you to add to the tedschlatt post!!

and omg the “them fighting over you” thought is SO VALID!!!

both of them would be so incredibly desperate to touch you and pleasure you (theyre whipped with a capital w and havent seen you in three weeks what do you expect), but after seeing the snacks, you’d convince them to have a movie night, and of course, they can’t say no to their girl.

the three of you would be cuddling under a blanket watching a christmas movie, and ted looks over at schlatt, seeing that he’s clearly too invested in the movie. he then looks over at you, giving you a look you can’t quite decipher, and puts his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. you look at ted, wide eyed, mouthing a silent “what are you doing?” to him. he puts his finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet, and whispers in your ear, “stay quiet, sweetheart, you don’t want schlatt knowing right?” he sneaks his hand into your pajamas, and slides your panties to the side. you are WET, and ted smirks at your neediness. you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can, silently begging him to do something, anything. he’s not as mean as schlatt, so he gives in and rubs circles on your clit. you gasp as quietly as you can and shift in your spot on the couch. you both look over at schlatt, who’s still engrossed in the movie. ted unexpectedly slides a finger in your wet pussy, causing you to moan. “t- teddy!” schlatt snaps his neck to look at the two of you and he doesn’t need to lift the blanket to know what’s going on. “ted, you better not be doing what i think you’re doing.” “why, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” “i’m gonna fuck her until she can’t walk.” “what? why me???” you say, confused about how you got involved in this. “you can’t fuck her like i can.” “oh, you’re on bitch.” ted and schlatt give each other competitive looks. you sigh in exasperation at your boys’ competitiveness and how they didn’t even hear you, too caught up in their argument, but all three of you knew that you were more than happy with this arrangement. needless to say, both of them took turns fucking you stupid, and you had never been more grateful that the frat house was empty.

tedschlatt are the best boys and all they wanna do is make their girl feel good, theyre just kens fr

- 🤭 anon

anna i adore your brain lemme live there

minors dni

both your boys wanting to jump your bones before you insisted on having a cute movie night instead seeing the target bags full of snacks they’d bought before seeing you. you could see the slight disappointment in their eyes, after all they hadn’t seen you in three weeks.

schlatt being too invested in a childhood favorite of his while ted gives into his needs. jay only pays attention when he hears your cute little moans of your nickname for ted.

their competitive natures taking control of them as they decide to take turns making you cum over and over again. taking turns with their heads between your thighs, buried in your wet cunt as you wiggled and moaned out for each of them. “teddy… jay… fuck babies i don’t know if i can do anymore….”

them taking turns making you stupid on their cocks, especially schlatt who’s just more rough than ted. “fuck dolly, look at you all fucked out on your boys cocks. who makes you feel better huh?”

THE AFTERCARE ??? unmatched. you go back to watching the movies as you all snuggle together, your head on schlatts shoulder while ted’s head was on yours. “best christmas ever.”

[awnrys]

ᴡʜʏ ʜɪᴍ?✧.*

bestfriend!megumi x f!reader

megumi finally explains to you what toge is trying to do but your caught inbetween thoughts. do you trust him or not?

↳˳;; ❝ part of my jealous? me? never! fic, masterlist here ᵕ̈೫˚∗

content: what do i put here besides the usual..?? ANGST!!!! absoloute zero fluff, not proofread

wc: 639

an: sigh i havent wrote in forever.. oopsies. per usual.. this is short ☹️

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megumi sharply inhales, holding his breathe before deeply exhaling. he opens up his mouth as if to speak, but no words come out.

once he finally stumbles upon the right words, he voices.

"i know this will be hard to believe since all you want is a friend but," he pauses, "all inumaki wants from you is to get you attached and then ditch you. he mainly wants a reaction from me." he finally release those pent up words he has been trying to say forever.

"oh.." you stutter, unsure of what to trust. afterall, megumi may just be jealous and doesnt want you hanging out with toge. on the otherhand, he may be telling the complete truth.

you blink tears away quick, but not quick enough for megumi to not notice. he opens up his arms and you fall into his warm embrace. oh how you've missed it.

"i'm sorry for not believing you all this time megumi i just.." you think, "i just wanted a friend. and it only seemed you were jealous but clearly not!!" you sob into his shoulder.

he makes a soft shhh noise to soothe you down, and it worked. why didnt you believe this man? he knows you more than you mnow yourself.

there was still that possibility that megumi could be lying however. you were a bit suspicious. you wanted to trust him so bad but you didnt know it you could.

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megumi walks outside during lunch, hoping he'd see you at your ex shared table, no toge in sight. but allas, hes greeted with the most ugly sight of all.

toge with his snakey little arms around your waist. holding what should be megumis. he had thought you maybe finally listened. but it was as clear as day you didn’t.

you knew it was wrong, you knew to trust megumi. but you just didn’t. why? why did you act like this? he was one of the only people you could actually trust and you’re just doubting it because of some ‘friendship’? you knew you had been manipulated but you just couldnt leave.

you peeped over toge’s shoulder just to see megumi, tears welling in those beautiful eyes you get lost in everytime-or, did, rather.

now, you were sure he was destined to never talk to you again and to be fair, you wouldn’t blame him. although, there was a small little light of hope in your stomach, hoping maybe you can explain yourself and really express how you feel. maybe actually get on the right track.

you feel wettness glide down your left cheek as you watch megumi turn and walk away from the sight of you and inumaki.

"woah? hey whats wrong y/n? why you cryin'?" inumaki says, attempting to comfort you but never fufilling it like megumi always did.

"sorry, heh.." you wipe your tears, "i got allergies."

inumaki giggles and moves on with the topic you were previously talking about. but, you just cant seem to focus.

you keep letting your mind wander and think about how your going to get megumi back, not even paying any attention to inumaki.

"y/n!! are you listening to me?" the man questions.

"yeah!! of course.." you let a lie slither off of your tongue.

you had a plan to get him back. you just didn't know how long it would take. or how much it would cost but.. you were willing to do anything for that man.

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you lay in your bed, as still as the stump of a tree. you hover your finger over the small little pixels in your screen.

you press the button and let out a sigh of relief. you would finally get a fresh start and come back to megumi once you refresh.

you had just bought a plane ticket to the U.K. you don't know why there but you just needed an escape for a few years.

you had only told your mom and dad what is happening. you leave tomorrow.

you start to pack your bags and let out a few tears but quickly clean them off.

you finish packing your bags and head to bed, knowing you have to be up bright and early for your 6:35 flight.

you needed this, why do you feel bad about it?

@1l-ynn @theweirdfloatything @morideadcat @instabull @sad-darksoul @crispchocolates @adormae

[suneeater]

solomon + jealousy sex

✎a/n: i havent written seriously in a long time and i am not confident about this at all. enjoy. full scenario is under the cut

✰warnings: SMUT!!! NSFW!!! exhibitionism, reader is afab, reader is wearing a dress

✉: Plsplspls jealous Solomon smut PLEASE

Solomon is an unbearable tease. You stare at the fork in your hand, tapping it against the plate mindlessly to try and cover your own shaky breathing. You were never a huge fan of dinner parties, but you had been formally invited and it would have been rude not to attend. The demon seated beside you is chattering away happily, seemingly unaware of your sudden discomfort. All night, you had been cracking jokes and sharing friendly conversation. You hardly know anyone here, but the two of you seemed to really get along. Really well, actually, as Solomon noted. The other end of the table is engrossed in their own little world, and you seemingly have no escape from your predicament. Out of sight, Solomon rubs gentle circles into your thigh, his hand sheathed under your dress and the hem tickling your sensitive skin with his every movement, only feeding into your overwhelmed state. You can hardly look at him; you feel his eyes digging into the back of your head and you *know* he’s looking at you with his devious smirk, appearing completely unbothered to outside eyes despite the way he’s working you under the table. It’s only a matter of minutes before you become completely flustered, feeling as if you’re radiating heat while an uncomfortable sensation grows in your abdomen. Solomon’s hand draws closer to your core, tugging at the hem of your panties and causing your own arousal to trail down your inner thigh. You gulp, choking around the growing lump in your throat, finally excusing yourself from the situation. Solomon is quick to back you up, spitting out the excuse he’s been mulling over the entire night. Your new friend cocks his brow at you, questioning why you would leave so suddenly. “Was it something I said? You don’t seem like you’ve been paying attention”. You move to spit out an apology, but the words die on your tongue as Solomon presses his fingers to your mound, saturating your panties with your own wetness. Unable to suppress your shock, your hand clasps around your mouth to hide your gasp, although it isn’t very subtle. Solomon stands, smiling at your friend, but there’s a hint of mischief in his glare. “I’m afraid we’ll need to be going anyway. She’s clearly sick, can’t you see?” Solomon’s gaze shifts down at you, still seated with your hand over your mouth and eyes wide with uncertainty. You know that look; the typical, fun loving Solomon you know is at his limit, and your legs shake with the anticipation of what’s to come. So you play along, nodding your head. “Human stomach – sensitive, I guess” you spit breathlessly, looking to your boyfriend for approval. His expression eases a little, and you know you’re playing into his little lie just how he planned. 

The moment the door closes behind you, Solomon has you pinned against it. You’ve no time to even take off your shoes before he’s sizing you up, his strong arms keeping you in place beneath him by your wrists, his grip tighter than ever before. His breathing is heavy, hot against your neck as he leans down to take you in better. “Were you trying to get a rise out of me?” His voice is firm and assertive, and your heart nearly skips a voice at the unfamiliar tone. Before you can answer, he huffs and moves to your neck, his hold on your wrists loosening as he sucks harshly on your sensitive skin. He peppers you with little bites, each one making you wriggle under his hold until he’s done leaving his mark on you – at least, for now. “Solomon–” you gasp, unable to catch your breath. “I- I wasn’t trying to do anything… you know that”. He responds only with a ‘tch’, using your chin to guide your eyes to his own. “Look at you… you can’t even look me in the eye. I know you’re smarter than that, you are my little apprentice after all”.

The nickname makes you shudder, and he chuckles deep from his chest at your reaction. Already, he’s put you in a submissive position. You can’t help but feel yourself growing more aroused at the idea of him ‘teaching you a lesson’, suddenly understanding the trope. His grip around you tightens again as he moves your position once more, pulling himself even closer to you and leaving you trapped between the closed door and his firm body. “Why don’t you learn to just listen to me? I thought I’d already proven to you that nobody can make you feel as good as I do”. You can feel your heat throb, his hard cock pushing against your stomach as he closes the distance between you. You nod, unable to muster any words for fear you’ll give him everything he wants, wanting to play your own little game with him. The thought is quick to diminish the closer Solomon gets, though, and you curse his composure for making such a mess out of you. 

“You know–” you breathe, “you’re unbearable sometimes”. Solomon doesn’t even hide to you that he’s rolling his eyes, finding your comment laughable given your current situation. “Oh please, my darling… you are not in the spot right now to be toying with me like this”. His response is whispered to you, close and intimately, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in surprise from the stimulation of his breath. Before you can formulate your own rebuttal, you’re hoisted into the air for a moment as Solomon wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you onto him in one swift motion and keeping you pinned against the door, forcing you to throw your arms around his body for support and wrap yourself around his torso, squealing in surprise.

He looks down at you with a dark expression, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear to better look at your surprise. He just can’t get enough of the way that you’ll always bend for him, always being able to catch you off guard and make you vulnerable. He thinks to himself about how nobody else would be able to do this to you, to make your bratty attitude die down in a sea of pleasure and fuck you until you can’t bear to be without his cock, his fingers, his mouth. Him. The tender action is in stark contrast to the way he reaches up your dress again to tug your soaked panties out of the way, reveling in the way your slick pools around him so quickly and leaves your aroused folds glistening. He teases your slit, his free hand supporting your back, soaking in the way he’s barely touched you and yet you throw your head back. He can tell, hell he can feel how bad you need him, and you know there’s no use in trying to hide the effects of his teasing any longer. In a matter of moments he plunges two fingers inside of you, giving you no time to adjust before he works your inside fervently. You clench around him in surprise, toes curling from his fingers alone. You bury your face in his neck, panting against his skin and feeling the thump of his heart against you while his fingertips fall naturally upon the sweet spot inside of you. You can feel the curve of his knuckles as he strikes your sensitive area, uncontrollably squeezing him with every stroke of his fingertips and feeling yourself come undone around him. He feels the way your breath hitches against his skin, and knows how close you are, keeping his pace steady while using his thumb to flick your swollen clit. A moment, just a moment more – and you’d be cumming for him. You begin to buck your hips at the sensation, chasing your own high and whimpering for him, all because he’s fingering you. Solomon smirks, thinking about how little he has to try to make you see stars, feeding his own broken ego despite the night’s prior events. None of that matters, though, not when he has you completely under his thumb. You swear you’re seeing white, your grip around his neck tightening as if trying to pull yourself closer, when-

You’re completely empty. “S-Sol!” you shriek at him, your ruined orgasm leaving you dissatisfied and betrayed, feeling yourself thump against the door as your body nearly gives out in exhaustion following the tension of Solomon’s ministrations. Solomon only looks at you devilishly, a look he wears quite well despite being perhaps the only other human down here, before shaking his head at you. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, hm? Now you know how it feels… this is what you’ve been doing to me all night”. You huff at him, eyes glued to his glistening fingers as you try to avoid his ‘told you so’ look. The mischievous sorcerer is quick to notice your shift in attention, opting to suck your arousal from his fingertips, moaning around them from the taste of you, watching for your reaction. “There’s no denying how sweet you taste, though”. He’s almost panting the words out breathlessly between licks, cleaning himself thoroughly until all that’s left is the scent of your sex lingering on him, undoubtedly marking him as yours just as much as he’s already marked you his, your neck already beginning to bruise. His hard-on still presses against you, practically throbbing at this point from neglect, and in spite of your ruined orgasm you hungrily reach for his belt, stripping him as fast as you possibly can. He does nothing to stop you this time, hoping by now you’ve learned enough of a lesson that he can fuck you sensless and reach his own release. You waste no time in freeing his cock from his clothing, standing before you twitching and dripping wet. You lick your lips, eager to pop him into your mouth, but you’re swept off your feet and instead thrown back around Solomon. Your back arches from the cold sensation of the door, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist tightly, closing as much distance as possible.

Typically, Solomon would ease into you, taking his time and making sure that each and every movement is deliberate. Tonight, though, he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless until you remember who you belong to, until the only words you can muster are his name and his name alone, begging for his seed and forgetting all about any low level demons, about anyone who isn’t him. The two of you are almost completely undone, shedding your composure and abandoning your little game for the sake of pleasure. Solomon’s large and strong hands dig into your waist, lifting you slightly up and effortlessly onto his cock before dropping you, leaving you with no other option than to take all of his length in one go. Your upright position lets you take more of him easily, but you’re still no match for him. His girth stretches your walls, each vein more prominent than ever and only adding to the sensation of his thrusts. Your nails dig into his back, sure to leave a mark, but providing you stability nonetheless as he takes you animalistically. The best you can do is hold yourself steady and try to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being empty and then stretched and filled with Solomon’s cock, his hips bucking into yours and filling the room with the sounds of your dirty act. The wet, squelching noises are second only to your whining and needy moans, every thrust leaving you breathless. It’s like your body was molded perfectly around his, made exclusively to take him and let him breed you, his length curving sweetly inside you and hitting that special spot that leaves you screaming for him just like he wants. You almost swear between his rough fucking and the way he fingered you earlier that you’ll be sore deep inside soon after, and yet you beg for more anyways. He can’t even think of a quick response to your neediness, his mind clouded with the sight of you being bounced on him, chest heaving and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. As if the feeling of sheathing himself inside your soaking wet and tight cunt isn’t enough, he’s driven even closer to the brink of ecstasy by the way you leave scratches down his back, leaving evidence of your sexual devotion to him and leaving him unable to comprehend any thought besides rearranging your guts. With the way the head of his stiff cock is beating the tip of your cervix, you feel yourself clench involuntarily around him, practically screaming his name, the sensation too much to warn him before you cum hard. The strength of your orgasm is overwhelming, sending shockwaves through your body and leaving you overstimulated as Solomon follows in your stead, losing his rhythm and control over his own body as the waves of pleasure hit him. Ropes of thick, white hot cum shoot through you, filling you to the brink until it’s overflowing and oozing between your folds, dripping down the base of Solomon’s cock. 

He remains inside you only for a moment, as the last few waves of your orgasm pulsate through your body, gasping for air and heart nearly beating out of his chest. As your body eases, you feel yourself go limp, no longer able to hold yourself up around him. Solomon is quick to catch you, holding you against his chest as you both come down from your highs. A shaking hand cups your flushed cheek, and the sorcerer looks before you with a look of admiration. You’re relieved that he feels better, but if this is how it’s going to be, you may have to start making him jealous more often…

find the sfw headcanons for this prompt here

[machiten]

thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

[nevertheless-moving]

stormlight au number 35 (help me i'm lost in the sauce)

Jasnah, Dalinar, and Renarin (surviving Kholin Radiants) travel from End of World all the way to right after Gavilar's death.

Vengeance pact still happens, but plays out very differently. We don't need absolutely every man in the kingdom to join the army, alright Elhokar? And we're making sure Dalinar is there to accept their surrender, actually win in reasonable time frame and 'conquer' them (no Alethi want to live out there anyway, and as long as they send gemhearts in tribute we won't enslave them. actually elhokar, your sister wanted to talk to you about slavery—).

Honestly, just an excuse for:

A) Adolin to have a breakdown that his entire family has been replaced by voidbringers, before eventually accepting with relief that they're still his family, they've just become voidbringers, but its ok because he loves them and will protect their increasingly heretical actions with his life. Hugs his glowing red and green eyed little brother a lot.

Adolin: do I — should I also learn to read?

Jasnah: do you want to?

Adolin: not really, no.

Renarin: to be honest, it's probably for the best if you just focus on being, well, a good Vorin Alethi. One of us probably should be, if we don't have a desolation as a distraction.

Adolin: ok! sure! I can do that. Also thought id mention that if possible, I would personally appreciate *not* having a desolation.

Jasnah: it may prove necessary.

Adolin: I know, i know. Just thought I'd put my feelings out there.

Dalinar: and we'll need you to produce Kholin heirs. Neither Renarin or Jasnah are likely to, and I'm not remarrying a younger woman.

Adolin: Sounds good!

B) Kholin family to have way too strong a reaction to this random darkeyed surgeon in training when they visit Kharbranth, scaring the absolute shit out of said darkeyed surgeon. Adolin walks into a wall when he sees Kaladin. He doesn't even know about the Radiant thing, it's just that

C) Kaladin dresses really hot in this au. Ok. I lied. this is actually the main reason for this au. It — there's a whole chain of events. I – don't look at me like that. The character development works, alright?

A lot of it boils down to distracting people from groping the female medical trainees.

He realizes that breathing in a certain way, while it makes you focus better and move faster, it also makes you more...present somehow? people pay attention to you, for better or worse. Some of the ladies teach him that there are different ways to channel people's focus on you, if they're looking anyway.

And apparently, for the first few years Kharbranth medical students, light and dark eyed alike, have basically no protections from wealthy patients or Lighteyed chief's of staff who are a bit too interested in teaching you to use your safehand, and its not like Kaladin can challenge them to a duel - he doesnt know how to fight, and it would get him and the person hes trying to protect kicked out of the program. So much for honorable lighteyes being real.

But I mean. If wearing some eyeliner, and a gemstone in your hair, if taking your right glove off first after an exam, conspicuously leaving the left on while talking, if bending over to pick his clipboard up in a certain way... if it gets people to not focus on his friends...

...one could probably get pretty angsty with this concept, ngl.

The Stormlight understanding and oaths come in time. There might also be some Radiant Disguise Superhero hijinks, havent fully decided but it's not really a major stretch from canon to say that Kharbranth struggles with violent crime. Also Kaladin gets to learn about institutional racism in school. It's great. I have a lot of Kaladin thoughts but so does everyone in this au so its ok.

Kholins visit Kharbranth:

Jasnah: you've been moping for days. Is your new fixation of the week not responding to your advances?

Adolin: I don't want to talk about it

Dalinar: son, you've clearly been in a mood—

Adolin: look, I'm not — the individual is not suitable for my station, alright? I'm not courting someone I could never actually marry, because that would be stupid.

Jasnah: while it would complicate matters, you know your brother and I have plans to alter the alethi codes around eye color, considering they're clearly a crude derivative of radiant mythologization

Dalinar: I thought we agreed that was low on the priority list

Jasnah: You said that uncle, Renarin most certainly did not agree, and his arguments are sound

Adolin: He's just some surgeon, alright! He's not just darkeyed, he's a darkeyed man. I said I'll get over it! I always do.

Dalinar: ah.

Jasnah: ...did you say surgeon?

Adolin: Yes? Why?

Dalinar: why does it —

Jasnah: how did you meet?

Adolin: He was — he was with this group of women at a winebar, and he was dressed like – but it turned out he just goes to protect them from - and it was so — why are you asking me about this?

Dalinar: Oh! A darkeyed surgeon. Protecting, you say? He sounds...honorable.

Jasnah: Very honorable.

Adolin: He is! He volunteers at this house for injured soldiers, and you wouldn't believe he'd never been to war, I mean his spear Katas — he's – it's like he was born for it —

Dalinar: He sounds like a fine young man. Perhaps you should bring him to meet us.

Adolin: I — while I appreciate that father, I really do, I thought I was the one who was supposed to well. I mean my role in...all of this is to produce heirs and look proper, right?

Jasnah: Hm. when you put it it that way...

Dalinar: I mean, Navani and I might be able to...

Jasnah: Don't be ridiculous. I'm perfectly capable of producing a child, should it prove absolutely necessary,

Adolin: Jasnah?

Jasnah: Provided the man you're courting is of worthy quality.

Adolin: We're not — I haven't been courting! I didn't think it was an option! I don't even know if he's interested! From what I can tell he has people throwing themselves at his feet all the time!

Jasnah: An abnormally honorable darkeyed surgeon, natural warrior, magnetically charismatic personality...yes that might make a worthwhile addition to the family.

Dalinar: I can write to Elhokar at once, recommend that he and Aseuden —

Jasnah: Uncle we've been over this — this is exactly the sort of thing that led to me insisting you come with me on this trip! If we cripple his ability to lead—

Adolin: Are we — are we moving into the discussing the future part of the evening, because I can go guard the door—

Dalinar: wait, when you say produce a child, you don't mean through soulcasting, right?

Jasnah: I don't see why I should answer that question.

Adolin: Yeah, i'm just going to go guard the door now

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Okay, second post, this ones mostly about Feyre because honestly, as of chapter 3 I havent really noticed Tamlin being out of character and from what Ive heard his character assassination was supposed to happen very quickly. Idk, right now he just seems like the same guy but traumatized although I'll fully admit that I didnt care that much for him outside of the Feylin romance (which was pretty sweet but too boring for me) so maybe I just didnt pay enough attention to him to fully grasp his character

Feyre is frustrating to me right now because I dont think shes out of character either, right now shes also just the same woman but traumatized, but like, I already know the extent to which her character will be bent for the sake of Rhysand. In these first three chapters she literally thinks something along the lines of "What's there for me to do but sit at home and spend Tamlin's money" Tell me, what does she end up doing in the night court huh????

Another thing thats frustrating is that Feyre clearly has issues communicating her feelings and wants, I know because I also had issues with that, and instead of learning that very valuable skill of telling others about your inner world and trying to work on her relationships (with both Tamlin and with her sisters), shes just gonna end up with a guy who can read her mind so theres no need for her to challenge herself and grow in any way. Yay. One thing especially stuck out to me in this regard was her attituide towards wearing dresses. Feyre does not like wearing dresses, its not like she never got to wear them back at home even though she wanted to, she just doesnt like wearing them in her day-to-day life, but she feels like she has to because she thinks its what Tamlin wants and because she thinks that if she wears pants its gonna somehow signal to the citizens of the spring court that something is incredibly wrong. But again, she doesnt tell anyone this, she doesnt ask Tamlin if he can just explain to everyone that everything is fine and that Feyre just has an unconventional way of dressing, which he would probably be fine with if its still the same guy from the first book. And it doesnt even seem like Tamlin directly made any kind of comment to her about the dresses she wears, she just saw that he was happy when he saw her wear them, which couldve well been him being happy to see her in general but she doesnt even consider that

Theres also the fact that its very unclear what she wants/what her problem is. Now, this actually isnt something that bothers me that much on its own, Feyre is traumatized and lost, obviously she doesnt know exactly what she wants at this point beyond "the situation Im in sucks and makes me feels bad, I want to get out", I think what bothers me is mostly the knowledge that Tamlin is gonna get blamed for a lot of this stuff when its really not his fault.

And I do want to make it clear that I dont think hes doing a great job handling this situation, I know a lot of people in the acotar critical sphere find his actions understandable and justifiable from his perspective and thats true, but hes still doing a bad job handling Feyre's emotional state. Like, one of your beloved's main issues is that she feels horrible because she feels trapped at home, for the love of god just let her go outside on her own. Maybe send her to village thats far inland or close to the border to the mortal realm, surely those monsters are not gonna manage to come that far if youre all going on patrols to kill them as soon as possible. And even if they do, the people of any village are gonna bend over backwards in order to protect their capital c Cursebreaker, shes gonna be fine

But, to get back to my original point, even if Tamlin was a daemati or whatever like Rhys and could read her mind the way she needs it to be read, he would still not be able to figure out what exactly Feyre needs right now because she doesnt know it herself! I literally read all of her thoughts and I dont know! Does she want to help others and be responsible for a whole bunch of people because its what shes always known to do? Does she want to avoid resonsibility for now because she wants to recover from her traumatic childhood of having the responsibility of keeping her family alive on top of all the new UTM-trauma? Its hard to say and that makes sense for Feyre at this point in her life, but she cant just blame people for not understanding her when she doesnt properly understand herself and refuses tl verbalize her feelings

Anyway, thats it for today, hope you enjoyed this

[ritzcuit]

PART 2 of "looking at all the times datz says something gay or familial that drives me crazy." i guess?! should look at part 1 if you havent yet

soj spoilers ahead obvs. part 1 here in case u missed it

i skipped A LOT between the last post and now, bc datz doesn't show up for. a while. Well like he does a little bit but it's not gay or anything. it doesn't matter. what matters is that we're back in khura'in now, we're apollo now, and athena is here

and um, dhurke is arrested for murder. lol. but talking to athena in one of those "what to do" segments gets this.......

which up until this point i haven't actually seen yet. the noise i made. DATZ HAVING A HEART ATTACK? IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK!!! WWAAAHHH!! :(!!!!! THINK ABOUT IT!! THINK ABOUT DATZ SCARED OUT OF HIS MIND FOR DHURKE'S SAFETY. THINK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!! i don't exactly know what "wanted datz to go to him" means exactly. go to dhurke? well it doesnt matter i guess. cus the way they know damn well datz would freak out and try to bust dhurke out of jail...Sniffle... Sob........ i love datz so much.... loyalest man alive fr dont play with me

and then a Lot more bullshit happens, but good news;

theyre at the defiant dragons hideout again ^_^ with the photos ^_^ if you investigate them, you get this! here comes datz jumping at the chance to talk abt his (friend's) family again. the day WEEEEEEEEEE all went out fishing. shut up. WE!!! i always knew datz was there, in my heart, taking the photo... earlier, dhurke says "the three of us [dhurke, aj, yuty] living in the mountains", but clearly datz came by often enough. WE! WE WENT FISHING! WEEE!!! its just so easy to imagine... datz insisting they take a photo .. i cant take it... how many times was datz there. fishing w them. helping cook dinner and dealing w two rambunctious boys...crying

he also takes the chance to be hurt over yuty again.. datz has a lot to say about nahyuta.

investigating the sign [sic] gives datz a chance to geek about how cool dhurke is. "his fame as a lawyer spread far and wide!" i'm sure that's how they intended for datz knows about dhurke's lawyer days, but again, i like to believe datz was his weirdgirl. he probably was the advertising campaign if we're honest 😭

now we're talking to datz directly again ^_^ asking him about the sahdmadhi law offices. "and i quote" is so annoying. i know he's doing a deep voiced impression of dhurke right there. Stop memorizing shit he says. Gay

then! he says dhurke mentioned he wants apollo to take over the offices one day...which cute and whatever, but this isnt abt dhurke's dadliness, this is about datz being such a FUCKING GEEK! he's talking to dhurke directly, right, so why are you gassing him up 😭😭 TO HIMSELF! HE'S DHURKE! "must've been because of you, dhurke!" he's too much of a good friend. he's convinced everyone thinks dhurke is as cool as He thinks dhurke is. it's insane. the fanboy behavior will never end

it's nice to see dhurke and datz interact too. we really don't see much of that in this game. dhurke always seems kind of understated with datz as compared to when he's being Boisterous Dad or Rebel Leader in public... how many quiet moments did they share together... just sharing news and shooting the shit...dhurke doesn't have to put on big leader charisma 'cause datz uplifts him no matter what. Gay

Why Do You Know That, Datz

well, it's obvious why he knows that. BC HE WAS THEEEERREEEEEE of course, as a friend of someone, you wouldn't be totally blind to how they raise their kids, but we KNOW datz was there running around! paying attention. noticing these things. crazy. knowing another man's parenting style is crazy. "that much i'm sure of" knowing another man's Thoughts is crazy. Gay

also just makes me emo :( datz rly got front row seats to dhurke's parental anguish. i can imagine a hundred convos just like the earlier one, where dhurke regrets it, and datz is trying to cheer him up, same as always ...

datz has a lot to say about nahyuta. (asking him about nahyuta obviously) actually it isnt that much. but it's so funny. him being a hypeman for both sahdmadhis is so cute... and also him seeming frustrated that he doesn't know Why yuty is acting this way...'cause he cares :( he cares for his yuty :( CAUSE HE HELPED RAISE THAT DAMN KID!

ill smack dhurke rn he pisses me off so bad sometimes. datz is out here worrying over YOUR CHILD! and you're leaving him out to dry :( datz really loves that family...thinking about him trying to nudge answers out of dhurke, but respecting his boundaries all the while...GRRRRRR he's too good for you dhurke. you need to treasure what you have

asking datz about apollo's biological father leads to another Datz Exposition Dump in which i lose my mind bc he remembers too much about this fucking family. it's almost like he cares for them or something. "dhurke's the kinda guy who can become%$^%&#$%^" THIS ISNT ABOUT DHURKE QUIT GUZZLING HIM FOR 5 SECONDS! STOP!

this part is key to me cause, again, WEEEEEEE. *WE!* it proves that datz had been friends with dhurke before anything happened... a lot of his Datz Yapping could have just been recited stories, stuff he knew secondhand, but being close enough with dhurke to help him look for an orphaned baby's mother While fending off accusations of terrorism..... it's key. real ones get it. it isnt just "oh datz is a family friend" it's "datz was there at the beginning of everything". before the dragons started at all! Gay

presenting dhurke's law book gets this. not explicitly dhurke guzzling rly but idgaf. I also refuse it being metaphorical. give datz a gay chest tattoo. COWARD! just imagine it. how intimate it would be... who was doing the tattoos for the dragons at that time anyway? a stick n poke by dhurke would be cool and badass, but then asking dhurke to do a whole chest piece on his best friend... dhurke's like, "are you sure? that's ... pretty intense," but datz's burning passion for the revolution is intense, isn't it? fellas is it gay to impart your personal symbol of revolution onto your best friend's chest by candlelight? because i'm making it by candlelight now? Hello

presenting amara's assassination file. "i got the whole thing memorized" i should smack him genuinely. ive had enough of this man for real. CUS WHY ARE YOU MEMORIZING THAT? his loyalty knows no bounds. also datz sad about yuty again.. omfg i know he is SO SAD about that boy

he is genuinely the sahdmadhi's number one fan. him being dhurke's boyfriend would be less gay than what he has going on now. like despite everything there's still Something to be proud of yuty for...even if it's being a turncoat enldkfngd ... datz cant help it...that's his lil baby 😭

there isn't a lot left in the way of like, anything, but there is this

datz coming in at the last second with Dhurke Can Do No Wrong again. not very gay but i do like them existing together :)

he's just so. ugh. i wonder what happened here so bad. how did dhurke and datz meet up at all? but dhurke asked datz to break him out and datz was like OKAY YAY ^_^ bc he probably was itchy about dhurke being in custody at all. sorry aj! objectively it looks bad but datz is, i think, incapable of seeing dhurke in a critical eye, so he just assumes dhurke's Got A Plan and he's totally coming back 'cause why wouldn't he :) he doesn't even think dhurke got caught again or anything. hes like. well surely dhurke did escape, because he's dhurke and he's the coolest most capable amazing perfect man in existence. Obviously

(those who know..)

:(

honestly, a little underwhelming all things considered, he bounces back immediately right after this because he is A Freak. well, no, it's bc he knows damn well it's what dhurke would have wanted, dragon yielding and whatnot. but seeing his sad little face devastates me. he tries to put on a determined face at first, only to revert back to this sad pensive sprite... datz... honey....

how freaky is it that datz was running around with the ghost of his bestie without even realizing it? well, that dhurke's been dead for so long... even "you're a sight for sore eyes" is with ghost dhurke, right?!

oh he got over it

"like how dhurke always wanted" WHAT ABOUT YOU. DATZ. YOU. AS A PERSON. YOU ALSO WANTED THIS. YOU COULDNT SAY "WE"? well it's in memory of dhurke, right? to honor his death? that makes sense. surely this is the last time he attributes something to dhurke specifically

STOP

and that, actually, is it. well roughly? considering i found a new section of dialogue that i totally missed up until this point, i wouldn't be surprised if something slipped my mind. I also have no idea if this was worth anyone's time, but i had fun with it anyway :3

if u read this far then cheers!! if u have any thoughts abt these specific morsels then tell me about them..!! again, like, i know it is Literally datz's purpose as a character to be the sahdmadhi lore dump in lieu of dhurke and yuty, but that just means they created an uncle who loves that family with all his heart. if we ever EVER!!!!! got any canon acknowledgement of khura'in again, which i doubt we will, i'd pray and beg for another crumb of datz content. please...

[dilxcc]

omg hiiii I saw ur exo requests and idk if it’s too late or if reqs are closed but I loved loved LOVED ur Gojo story, ur writing is amazing and I wanted to know if it was okay to request an angsty Junmyeon fic/story?? She/her pronouns are preferred and I’d love a happy ending too! Thank you in advance if you’re able to do it!!

us ᡣ𐭩 kim junmyeon

angst, fluff, mutual pining, typical jealousy troupe, grammatical error perhaps

junmyeon x f!reader

a/n pardon me i havent wrote anything in like a month (been updating on my wp and havent been active here) so i apologize if my writing is shitty 😭

you hadn't seen junmyeon in a while. it was normal. because, well — you weren't exactly close to him. though, your heart still stupidly aches whenever you thought of him. and the cause came from your small crush towards him. not exactly small.

even as you say that, junmyeon doesn't think of you just as friend. he considered you to be one of his closest friend. and he's been missing you dearly. and it definitely wasn't because of his not exactly small crush on you.

so when the two of you had an encounter in front of the groceries store, he didn't waste even a single second to browse the store with you.

with a basket in both of his hands — one yours and the other, his, junmyeon walked behind you while still keeping a close distant. he likes this distant. you looking at your list of things to buy quite frequently while he just enjoyed looking at your expressions. he completely forgot about the groceries that he needed to do — the one that his roommate had clearly reminded him to not forget about.

"junmyeon, do you think i should buy this?" he quickly snapped out of his stupor and looked at you as he fumbled with his words. "oh- yeah! definitely," he smiled. junmyeon doesn't even know what you wanted to buy. for all he cares, you were smiling and that's enough.

after paying for everything — which includes your stuff, he walks you back to your apartment until you were right in front of your doorstep. "we should do this again sometime," the male suggested. "we should," you offered him a shy smile. "i- uhh... well, i'll go inside now," you gave him an awkward smile and take one of the plastic bag from his hand.

the moment you were out of sight, he was smiling to himself and celebrating with a silent scream while punching the air in excitement. he felt like he was in daze. he didn't even realize it when he arrives at his own apartment. "hyung, didn't you buy my snacks?" the younger male pouted as he looks at his empty hand.

looks like he had to do another round of grocery shopping.

.

junmyeon had to double take when he sees you hanging out with sehun. why were you laughing that hard? why is his arm around your shoulder? or the fact that you were hanging out with him in the first place?

of course you would. you were close to him. to his roommate — sehun.

his heart aches ever so slightly everytime you laughed at the words sehun said. junmyeon knew well enough that the younger man was quite funny without even trying to. even when he tried his hardest, he knew that he could never be as funny as sehun. or just as attractive.

"oh, hey," you gave him an awkward wave, accompanied by your shy smile. you wonder how you looked in his eyes right now. do you look weird? does he think that you were being weird? should you have just kept quiet instead?

the male was slightly surprised when you paid attention to him first. he gave you a polite smile and nodded, his heart fluttering at your cute smile.

"hyung, we were just talking about you," sehun gave him a mischievous smile. no, he didn't talk about junmyeon. as usual, the younger male simply likes to tease the older male.

"we thought it would be funny if you were to do a cartwheel in front of many people," sehun smiled childishly. the older male only let out a scoffed, an amused yet embarrassed smile plastering his lips.

he could see you laughing softly to yourself when sehun made the joke. he likes it. the sound of your laughter. but at the same time, he hates it. he wasn't the source of your laughter. sehun was the one who made you laugh. he didn't.

"i uhh... i'll go to my room," junmyeon offered you a polite smile before retreating to his room.

.

you had thought to yourself that, the past few months had been going great with junmyeon. he's been flirting in his own awkward way. but somehow, he had been ghosting you for a few days now.

after that little grocery date you had with junmyeon, the two of you started talking more, hanging out more.

so when you waved at him but he decided to ignore you and walk the other way, you felt a stab in your heart. you weren't about to let him get away with this. your feet was quick to ran after him. this felt like a drama where all the confessions would take in place.

"junmyeon," you panted slightly, your hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt. from the look of it, he had just got his hair done. he wanted to pull away. but he doesn't have it in his heart to do that to you. to do that to the girl he likes to the point it was driving him crazy.

"why... didn't you answer to any of my texts? i was worried..." he was still facing the other way, but you could feel his body stiffening. "was busy with work," he answered and there was a slight tremble in his voice. you loosened your grip on his sleeve and nodded, accepting his answer. "then why did you look away when i waved at you? or- or why did you walk the other way? did i do something wrong? did you not want to be friends with me anymore?"

you want an answer out of him.

you didn't even notice it but you were crying. oh, you don't just like him, you were starting to fall for him. "i-i'm sorry if i did anything wrong-"

your words were stopped when he gripped both of your shoulders and pulled you in for a kiss. it was rough and full of emotion. it was as if he was pouring every feelings into the kiss. one of his hand soon moved to cup your cheek, wiping the tears away while the other finds it's place on your hip. when he finally pulled away, you could see his cheeks were also wet. he had been crying too.

his hands desperately move to wipe your cheeks without minding his own dishevel look. "i'm sorry," he whispered softly. "i kissed you without your permission," he lowered his gaze in embarrassment. "i... i liked you too much. no — i was starting to fall for you," his cheeks flushed slightly. "and i was scared that it was going to hurt me,"

"i couldn't hear you talking like that about yourself so i kissed you without thinking," he mutters. "i understand if you want to stop being friends with me-" you immediately covered his mouth with your hands and shook your head. "no, i- i really like you. i- i like you, too," your face flushed slightly.

his hand gently came up to remove yours from his mouth. "really?" junmyeon could hardly believe what he was hearing. you nodded, confirming his disbelief. he pulled you in for a hug. tightly. his face buried in your neck, breathing in your scent as if to confirm that this was real. he got you. the kindest, prettiest girl in his eyes.

[robin-hood-for-freedom]

Since you clearly have trouble understanding why this ruling is so terrible, let me explain it to you.

SCOTUS said that the president has complete immunity when using his constitutional power, presumptive immunity for official acts, and no immunity for unofficial acts.

The constitution says that the president is commander in chief of the US military.

This means that it is the president's constitutional power to issue commands to the US military as its highest ranking official.

Let's say the president wants to kill you.

He doesn't have a justified reason to do this at all.

He just wants you dead and he's going to use the US military to do it.

BEFORE this ruling, the president using the US military to kill you, a private citizen of the United States, without any actual justified reason besides wanting you dead, would be considered murder.

Regardless of the fact that it is his constitutional power to be able to tell the US military to do ANYTHING, using the military to kill a US citizen like that is still murder, which is illegal, and so he can be held accountable for such a crime through impeachment.

AFTER this ruling, since it is his constitutional power to be able to tell the US military to do ANYTHING, and since he has COMPLETE IMMUNITY in regards to any use of his constitutional power, this means that he can kill you using the US military, which would be the crime of murder, without ever being held accountable.

SCOTUS just gave the current president, and every future president, the ability to use the US military to do anything they want and commit any crime without ever being held accountable and having no options for accountability.

If a president wanted to kill all his political rivals, or kill everyone of a specific political ideology, or kill everyone who didn't vote for him, or kill everyone who is gay, he can now do it, and there is absolutely nothing to stop him because he now has COMPLETE IMMUNITY to command the US military as he pleases without limit.

If this decision is allowed to stand, and isn't reverted at some point, America dies.

It ceases to be a free country.

It becomes a dictatorship.

If Trump became president, he could (if he wanted to) have an armed soldier stand next to every congressman and congresswoman, ready to shoot and kill them if they voted against his wishes, and there is absolutely nothing that could be done to stop him.

This SCOTUS decision, is THE WORST decision in the history of the United States, because it gives the president UNPRECEDENTED and UNLIMITED POWER through the use of the US military, whereas before, a president using the US military to commit a crime (or misusing ANY of his constitutional power to commit any crime) did not have immunity and could still be subject to impeachment.

If you're not worried, it's either because you don't understand it, or because you support it.

So heres the thing: I dont really disagree with you. Its probably not good that this is being codified into official law.

However, if you think that hasnt been the de facto law for decades(if not longer), you really havent been paying attention.

George W. Bush lies about Iraq having WMDs, invades the country without a declaration of war(technically illegal under the constitution), and authorizes the CIA torture detainees. Obama comers in and straight up tells the American people 'yea we're not prosecuting anybody for that stuff.'

Obama DID in fact kill American citizens, including a 16 year old boy, without so much as an incitement against them. Despite congressional republicans railing about how evil and awful he was, Obama was never impeached and remains free to live as a multi-millionaire to this day.

Hell, even Trump: He killed a general of Iran(a country we are not at war with) on Iranian soil. But we're gonna go after him for paying off a porn star he slept with, because thats obviously a MUCH more serious crime.

Those are just a few examples: But the fact have always been treated as being immune from prosecution(unless the opposition party dislikes them, and even then never for their most serious crimes). Practically speaking, this ruling really doesnt change much.

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aha! I got close. I will take my minor w thank you

i also compiled this for your pleasure

player one

The popular theories that are possible, some arguments for and against

Pei Ming: by far the most popular option. We don’t know much about the original character from Cultivator’s choice besides thw fact he and Ling Wen were close and he was mentor to Feng Xin. Those both still ring true now, so if he’s player one, he’s been around long enough to have been able to not become either of those things, so either he’s not plater one, or he’s decided to keep his character!s role close to canon. Has displayed behavior that suggest wanting to cause issues, but that could be because of his canon personality. Is he smart enough to come up with the seeing stones..? Unclear.

Ling Wen: not a very popular theory tbh, but worth mentioning briefly since she’s the correct age. She’s straying from her canon personality but that can easily be attributed to Mu qing’s actions (and as we know from sqx, characters can become people, and that has clearly at least started for her)

Mei Nianqing: i have seen this mentioned once and tbh i think it holds weight. Guy shows unprompted hostility to Mu Qing, which would make sense if he knows of Mu qing being a villain from reading the story, or could be suspicion becuase Mu qing has strayed FAR off the storyline (he seduced the male lead for Christ’s sake!). Thoughts Against? Not much honestly, because we havent spent enough time with him to know if he’s strayed off his original character (if that character was ever mentioned enough to have a personality that is)

Xie Lian: possibly the funniest of the ones here. Holds weight but i have some heavy doubt. From what i’ve seen of people with this theory, it’s largey based on how recently Xie Lian has been becoming his own person more (but again. See previous comment about characters being able to become people). There is also the fact that ye shows discomfort being called by his name (at least by Mu Qing). Personally i think this points more towards Xie lian having impostor syndrome due to being a nepo baby, or possibly being a player four, because these changes are too recent (and it doesnt seem that players are notified when another olayer enters the world, based on how SQX said they knew of player three (mq) from the message he sent, not from a notification of entering the world, so it is possible another player joined the game)

For a while Hua Cheng was considered, but that’s now largely been retired due to how he acts

I read this with such a grin on my face. You really do seem to be paying attention!!

You've made very good points across the board, i am truly enjoying this. I see you're not on board the popular theory of Feng Xin?

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penny !!!!! im so sorry i havent been paying attention :(( but have u played bugsnax yet? and if so what r ur thoughts

I did play it! I streamed the whole thing too! Here you go!

Just in summary though: I REALLY loved it! :D Got pretty fatigued once I hit the DLC though because it actually ended up being clearly intended to slot neatly into a playthrough of the full game rather than something to do all at once post-game. ESPECIALLY those mailbox requests oh god.

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idk if i have the mental energy to go that deep into it this morning but like

i kinda fairly regularly see vriska serket homestuck and asuka langley soryu evangelion compared as “basically the same character” or how vriska is “SUCH an asuka” or vice versa and

they kinda really arent

they both share a surface level similarity of “girl who is fiery and assertive and has a mountain of trauma who picks on a boy she has complicated feelings for” but thats kinda reductive for both their characters

vriska never particularly cares about spotlight or attention. these are not important to her. they have no connection to her trauma. she *does* care about getting to be the big hero, but its not because she wants the attention. hell by the end of her arc she explicitly does not care about glory and is perfectly willing to let (vriska) take all the credit for finding the juju.

vriskas whole deal is just wanting to be a hero. because everypony around her treated her like a bad person. and she never wanted to be a bad person. the things she does in act 5 are very clearly intended to set things in motion that were *already going to happen* so she can insert herself in and be the hero. she wasnt trying to get all her friends killed, she didnt wanna kill anypony, she very explicitly just wanted to be the hero. not for the glory, not for the attention, but for herself.

(im still waking up and i havent read homestuck in a while so whenever my sister wakes up shes the real vriska expert between us so ill let her correct me if i missed anything)

meanwhile.

asuka langley soryu is ALL about the spotlight. ALL about the attention. she wants to be noticed. she wants to be looked at. she pilots eva because she knows shes good at it and thinks if she makes it her whole life then people will finally notice her. because her own trauma is rooted *deep* in it. rooted in being ignored. having her own mother, broken by the contact experiment, pay more attention to a literal doll than to her.

asukas central issue is not one of wanting to be a hero or to atone for anything she might have been made to feel guilty about by her peers. her issue is that she, very much like shinji, is unable to form meaningful emotional connections with others. and not for lack of trying! she spends the whole show throwing herself at a man twice her age who very understandably has zero interest in her because *she is 13 years old*. she also spends it throwing herself at a boy who hates himself soooooooo much hes unable to let his guard down to let her in.

shes not faultless, though. her attempts at forming a connection are halfhearted at best because her traumas have closed *her* off too. she cant find it in herself to be vulnerable with anypony and therefore nopony really feels capable of being vulnerable with her. and she doesnt really understand it.

vriska never really struggles with this though. despite how thoroughly fucked her childhood was she never really worried about being ignored or being *replaced* or treated like an inanimate object or even making emotional connections. shes pretty good at making connections and with her practical inability to lie she really has a hard time *not* being her authentic self.

unlike asuka who, despite being *mostly* her authentic self, still keeps her vulnerable sides hidden. she cant let her guard down. she cant be weak. she cant let anypony take advantage of her. one of the few times shinji sees how much she actually hurts, she manages to deflect by calling him a perv and saying she knew he was staring at her chest the whole time.

and likewise, asuka doesnt really get labeled by everypony around her as a bad person? nor is she concerned with being a hero or trying to show everypony that she isnt a bad person. is she the type to do the thing nopony else seems willing to do? yes, but shes more concerned with finally getting the attention she thinks she deserves (which, yes, she absolutely does deserve it, please just look at this girl please dont ignore her and starve her), and jumping at the chance to do the thing is what she thinks will get her that attention.

this post is starting to run out of steam so ill wrap it up.

so, no, asuka langley soryu is indeed very much *not* a vriska. and vriska serket is very much *not* an asuka. yes they have some similarities yes they are both loud brash girls who receive WAY WAY WAY TOO MUCH SHIT from their respective fanbases by people who dont even bother to engage properly with the source material. hell i would even say theyre similar *enough* that theyd be total besties. but theyre also very much different characters in different stories whose central arcs do not overlap.

one is about learning how to establish connections with others and nurture them into something beautiful. the other is about being the girl who does what nopony else ever seems willing to do, the girl who does the hard things that nopony else ever steps up for. i think both are brilliant characters and both mean so incredibly much to me.

oh also i have explicitly only ever been referring to asuka langley soryu in this post. there is a reason i spelled out her whole name. asuka shikinami is a completely different character who i would argue is *much* closer to vriska than asuka soryu is. but thats a post for another time. this post was primarily only in response to the people i see calling asuka soryu a vriska or calling vriska an asuka.