#I hope I don't sound mean and like I said this isn't aimed at one single person because I get comments like that so often

[pajulammas]

When are you going to release the next chapter of Prophecy of Chaos? 🤔

Short answer: When it's ready to be posted

Long answer: Prophecy of Chaos' updates take long, because it's a very lore heavy fic and on top of it all, illustrated. Each chapter is around 5k-6k words and that in of itself takes a long time to complete (plus it's beta read), but each chapter also has three illustrations that almost always have several characters and backgrounds. And since it's a fanfiction by two people, we both need to have time to work on it. Tilli is currently very busy with her thesis and trying to graduate, and I'm also very busy with my uni studies. It's passion project we want to do because we enjoy it, so we don't want to rush it out. We don't want to stress over it. The next chapter has been started, but it'll take some time.

Tilli and I talked about this a while ago in this post. This next part is not aimed at you, it's more of a PSA for everyone because we constantly get people asking about updates (No joke, the last time was yesterday). And it feels incredibly stressful and pressuring. I am genuinely flattered and happy that people enjoy the fic and want to see more, and I want to believe most people mean no harm with their questions. But if I'm being honest, one of the reasons why it has been hard for me to write Prophecy of Chaos lately is the pressure. I've been getting very stressed trying to write it, and every time I get another "I want an update" comment, it makes it even harder. Tilli is very uncomfortable with those questions as well. I've even gotten comments of people thinking I've abandoned my fics, but I haven't. If I did, I would announce it and change the fic title. But I'm too much of a perfectionist to abandon a story.

But I really want to emphasize that fanfiction is a hobby. I write because it makes me happy, so I write when it feels right for me. Writers are human beings with feelings. I've been in fandoms for several years, and I feel like readers have become more impatient these last few years. Fanfiction and art often gets reduced to "content" that people want to "consume", instead of art that you're supposed to think about and analyze. I've also heard from my fellow writers that people comment less nowadays, and that's very unmotivating. And as a writer I can assure that nice comments on fics are a better way to get new chapters out faster than asking about updates. Like seriously, I was able to finish the newest chapter of DNA Collision because a mutual said how much they love that fic. Like just that made me write most of it.

I don't want to sound rude or unappreciative, because it genuinely means a lot to me that people like my fics and want updates. Trust me, I want to update them too. I want to get my stories out, I want to share them. But I've gotten, no exaggeration, several demanding comments and even DMs about updates on several different platforms. It really hurts me, it often makes me feel want to cry. Part of me has even considered deleting some of my fics, but I can't do that, because they mean so much to me.

So please. Be patient with me. I haven't forgotten about them, I haven't abandoned them, and the update will come in due time. I'm very excited about all the upcoming storylines ^^

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Lucid Dreams llll

Notes: this is part four to lucid dreams.

Warnings: child neglect and abuse.

___________________________________________

Your words ring through the room. They're fiece and they make everyone uncomfortable. You know this. And yet you've still said them.

Your word are simple. They ask a very simple question. And they have a very simple answer.

Sadly, you know your mother won't say the simple answer. Because regardless of what DNA has to say she's more damians mother than she is yours.

'So what he can say whatever he wants to me ,but I'm just supposed to stay silent?' Are your exact words.

Your words have been praticed. Praticed infront of a mirror in your room alone. By yourself. And you know your not super to say these words out loud. These words were reserved for only your ears to hear.

No, you correct yourself these words are what a good daughter and big sister aren't supposed to say.

But you aren't a good daughter or big sister are you? Atleast not in their eyes. So you don't regret your words or how they make everyone speechless.

Because you've always wanted to say them and now you have... Why should you feel regret?

Your mother's speechless and for moment you feel like you won..... Sadly the fight had just begun.

"He's only ten he doesn't mean what he says." Is her response. And yeah he is only ten. And yeah maybe you shouldn't have said what you said to a normal ten year old. But damian is no normal ten year old.

" Well he always wants everyone to treat him like he's an adult. So how is it my fault when I gave him exactly what he wanted?" You say and everyone eyes slightly widen at your words. Because damian does more often then not demand to be treated as an adult

"He's a child." She says it's a bullshit excuse you know that. She knows that. Everyone knows that Damian knows and means what he says so why can't you do the same?

'This ends today' is your final thought before you say the words that flow out of your mouth so freely. And you're right. Today something does end ,but it isn't what you hoped it would be.

"And I'm your child. Or do you despise me that much mother that you've forgotten that?" Your words are sharper then any blade and it cuts through the room with devotion and aim. And it's aimed right at your mother's heart. Bullseye.

You watch as her angry eyes turn into something else. Some other emotion that you can't quite place. And before you know it she does something so different then what you thought she would do.

She smacks you. Right on the face.

And suddenly the room is no long full of shock or disappointment. No, now it's filled with the sound of her hand making contact with your face. And echos almost cruelly.

She hit you. She really did hit you. And you can't believe it. You just can't.

Your cheeks burning and you've been hit way harder before ,but this? This is more than just a hit.

It's betrayal. And that shit hurts.

The room is silent and no one knows what to say. You heads hang low but you still see your mother's shocked face. Because not even she can believe that she hit you.

'This ends today' was what you had said in your head but now you realize the depth of your words. You had meant that the way she had been treating you these past years would end.

But now? Now you words take a whole other meaningful.

Because today is the day that your relationship with your mother ends.

That thin invisible line that had kept you two together just broke. And no words can tie that string back together.

And maybe your mother's knows that and that's why she's staying silent?

Either way it truly doesn't matter atleast not anymore. Because not even the blood that you two share will connect you to her any longer.

You heads still hung low while you begin speaking.

And your don't quite remember where you heard what your about to say from. Probably some dumb movie.

But your mouth moves faster then your mind on what your about to say.

Because surely your mind wouldn't have approved about the words that leave your mouth.

'You slap like a fucking Bitch.'

___________________________________________

Thanks for reading!!

Taglist: @dhanyasri , @kore-of-the-underworld , @i-adorehannah , @plsfckmedxddy , @phoenixgurl030 @bunbunboysworld

[explosionkatsu]

Katsuki had always admired Y/n from afar. Their friendship, built on their shared partnership through every mission, was the foundation of a bond he cherished.

But deep down, his feelings for her ran deeper than platonic mission buddy. Yet, he kept his feelings locked away, a silent admirer watching from the sidelines as Y/n navigated her relationship with Ethan.

Ethan, with his grand gestures and lavish gifts, always aimed to impress. But to Katsuki, these tokens of affection often fell flat. He’d seen the disappointment flicker in Y/n’s eyes when she unwrapped another piece of jewelry she didn't like or a designer bag that didn’t match her style. It was as if Ethan was trying to win a prize, rather than truly know the woman he claimed to love

Katsuki, on the other hand, knew Y/n intimately. He knew her love for old books, her passion for classic music, and her penchant for collecting quirky vintage items. He'd spent countless hours listening to her dreams, her fears, and her hopes, a silent confidant who cherished every shared moment.

One evening, as Y/n was opening a gift from Ethan, her face fell. It was a limited edition designer purse, something far removed from her usual taste.

Katsuki watched the disappointment cloud her eyes and a familiar ache twisted in his chest. He couldn't bear to see her like this any longer.

"Another bag?," Katsuki managed to say, his voice barely audible.

Y/n forced a smile, but the sadness in her eyes was evident. "It's... different," she said softly.

The silence that followed was heavy. Katsuki knew he had to say something. He took a deep breath.

"Y/n, I know you. I know what you like. I’ve been listening."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Katsuki continued, his voice steady, "I know you prefer cozy bookstores to designer labels. That classic record shop downtown is your happy place. And that vintage brooch you saw last week? You've been hinting about it for ages."

Y/n's eyes widened as her face got flustered. It was as if someone had finally seen her, truly seen her. For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of her soft sniffles.

"Fuck, I'm in love with you, Y/n," Katsuki finally confessed, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've been for a long time. I know this isn't ideal, and I don't expect anything from you. I just couldn't fucking let this moment pass without telling you how I feel."

The confession hung in the air, heavy with unspoken words. Y/n looked at Katsuki, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

At that moment, under the soft glow of the small bedamp, Katsuki realized that perhaps, just perhaps, he had finally found the courage to turn a silent admiration into something more.

--

Just a random story that popped up in my head while listening to music. Lol.

Part 2 maybe?

[imsuperhungry]

4 𝙖𝙢

entry 002

(yandere until dawn)

WARNINGS: Yandere Themes, Cussing, Josh Crying Is Its Own Warning

WORD COUNT: 2070

(8:55 ᴘᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ)

Mike and Jess didn't notice Emily's arrival at first; they were too wrapped up in their makeout session. But Emily definitely noticed them.

"Oh my God. That is so gross," she declared, her voice slicing through the haze of their moment. The words hung in the air, sharp enough to draw their attention away from each other. Emily folded her arms defiantly,  "Are you trying to swallow his face whole?" A mocking grin spread on her face.

Matt, who walked in right behind her, said, "Em..." as if he already knew this was going to happen. His tone was resigned, and I could see the concern in his eyes as he took in the scene.

"Seriously," Emily started again, her voice rising. "Can she be any more obvious? No one wants in on your territory, honey!" She shouted.

Jess stood up and began to walk toward Emily, causing Ashley to gasp slightly, still curled into me. "Excuse me, did you say something?" Jess asked, her tone sharp as she narrowed her eyes at Emily.

"Oh, you didn't hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?" Emily matched Jess's stride, stepping forward with confidence. As everything unfolded, nobody said a word. Some watched in amusement, while others looked on in concern, the atmosphere charged with anticipation as the two faced off.

"Sounds like someone's bitter she didn't make the cut!" Jess retorted, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gestured toward Mike, the implication hanging heavy in the air. 

"Yeah. It's all just a big cattle call with that dreamboat. Congratulations, you're top cow!" Emily's voice sliced through the thick tension, each word draped in biting sarcasm. Mike shifted uncomfortably, caught between their escalating confrontation.

"Cuts real deep calling Miss Homecoming a cow." 

Matt stood rigid, tension coiling around him like a taut wire. He turned to Emily, desperation etched on his face as he attempted to bridge the widening chasm. "Em, come on—" he urged, his tone steady but urgent, as if pleading for reason. 

"Shut up, Matt," Emily snapped, her tone sharp and unrelenting. "Hey, watch it—" Emily warned, pointing a finger at Jess.

"Oh, you're the only one who can put him down? No one else gets to play with your toys?" Jess shot back, the words were sharp, aimed to provoke, as if she were daring Emily to retaliate.

"You're such a bitch!"

"Whatever, I don't give a crap what you think," Jess shot back, turning away from Emily in an attempt to end the argument on her own terms.

"At least I can think. 4.0, bitch, honor roll. Suck on that when you're trying to sleep your way into a job."

"Who needs grades when you've got all the natural advantages you can handle?" Jess retorted, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned into the jab.

"Oh, please," Emily scoffed

"You couldn't buy a moldy loaf of bread with your skanky ass!"

"...Are you serious? You think that's insulting?" Emily said, the disbelief in her voice evident, the look on her face challenging Jess to reconsider her words.

"That bitch is on crack or something." Jess said as she turned to me. I quickly averted my eyes, desperately wanting to disappear into the background, hoping they would sort this out without my presence. The tension hung thick in the air, and I could feel the weight of their rivalry pressing down on me.

"Oh, so now you're trying to get them involved? I mean, it makes sense; you always hog them like you couldn't get attention anywhere else," Emily sneered.

"Okay, everyone, stop," Josh said, clearly fed up with the feud. "This isn't why I invited you all here. If you can't handle being around each other right now, maybe we should take a break and split up for a bit." he proposed.

"I have a guest cabin through that door," Josh pointed to a second door on the wall to the right of the front entrance "Just keep going straight, and you'll find it. It's pretty hard to miss." Josh was looking right at Jess and Mike.

"Fine," Jess began, but it seemed Mike read her mind, interjecting before she could finish. "But only if they can come with us," he said, pointing directly at me. The declaration caught me off guard, and I felt the weight of their gazes on me, a mix of expectation and pressure. I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how I fit into this escalating drama. 

"No," Josh said, his voice firm, cutting through the air like a knife. This was the first time I'd heard him speak with such authority. But as I stood there, it dawned on me that I hadn't spoken to Jess and Mike in a while. This could be a good opportunity to clear the air without risking another fight.

I stood from the couch, feeling all eyes turn toward me. "It's fine, really. I haven't seen them in a while anyway, and I'm sure Jess has stuff she wants to talk about." I glanced between them, gauging their reactions. "I'll walk them out to the cabin, but I'll just come back when they make it there. That way, they get their alone time, and I can come back to all of you guys."

My proposal hung in the air, a tentative bridge to ease the tension. I hoped it would give Jess and Mike the space they needed while allowing me to remain connected to the group. But then I remembered I had to please both sides to make that happen, not just Jess and Mike.

I turned to Emily and spoke earnestly, "I promise, when I get back, we can do whatever we want—facemasks, paint our nails, I've got so much gossip to tell you." A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she nodded, and I could see a flicker of excitement in her eyes, which eased some of the tension.

Then I diverted my attention to everyone else, who had been awkwardly standing near the doorway while this whole fiasco unfolded. "You guys can relax; I'll be back before you know it," I reassured them, trying to lighten the mood "then when i come back, we can all watch a movie or something.". Chris and Josh seemed to really like that idea. The group seemed to shift a bit, the atmosphere slowly easing as I prepared to guide Jess and Mike to the cabin.

"Real quick, before you go," Sam said, grabbing my attention. "While they were arguing, I tried to go upstairs to take a bath, only to find out the hot water was off. Do you want to help me turn it back on in the basement?" She looked at me with hopeful eyes, clearly eager for a little assistance.

"Well, this is Josh's cabin; I don't know how to do that," I replied, a bit bashful about my lack of knowledge on fixing the hot water. The admission made me feel slightly embarrassed, as if I should have known something so basic.

"I do," Josh said, his tone light yet confident, clearly expecting to step in. "Come on, I'll teach you. Then you can walk them out to the cabin... or whatever." He placed his hands on both my shoulders, guiding me toward the basement, with Sam trailing closely behind us.

The basement was spacious and had clearly been turned into a storage area. I spotted skis and sleds leaning against the wall, alongside piles of old clutter. A worn-out sofa sat in one corner, while boxes stacked haphazardly filled the space. Empty paint cans lay scattered about, and a bat rested in another corner.

Wooden beams, worn and splintered, crisscrossed above, their surfaces mottled with age. The walls, painted a faded gray, bore the scars of time—cracks spiderwebbed their surfaces, and patches of peeling paint. 

Josh walked over to a wall adorned with various knobs, flips, and switches labeled "Power," "Heater," and more. I would've followed him if the bat sitting in the corner hadn't caught my attention.

I walked over to where the bat rested and picked it up. It was wooden and chipped, but still heavy and in surprisingly good condition. After examining it for a moment, I made my way back to where Sam stood, leaning against the wall and watching Josh tinker with the knobs. Her eyes flicked between him and the controls, a look of mild amusement on her face.

"What's this, Josh?" I asked, catching his attention. He turned to look at me, a playful grin spreading across his face. "It's a bat, silly."  he said 

"Well, duh, I just mean why is it down here?" I asked again, twirling the bat in my hands. It felt good to grip, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was doing in this cluttered basement. Josh shrugged, still smiling, as he glanced back at the wall of switches.

"I used to play baseball with my dad out here almost every day. It was a tradition every Sunday, but he quit a while ago; he got a little too busy to play with me," he said, his tone surprisingly light.

"Oh," was all I managed to say, unsure whether to comfort him or let him focus on his work. I turned to Sam, who had been listening intently, and playfully pointed the end of the bat at her. A mischievous grin crossed my face, and i new idea in my head.

"Do you, know how to play baseball, madam?" I asked her in a faux ancient English accent, adding a dramatic flair.

She put her hands on her hips, feigning offense, and replied, "Why, I do! I reckon you aren't too good yourself!" Her playful tone made me laugh.

Now it was my turn to act offended. I placed my hand dramatically on my chest and exclaimed, "Now you take that back! I'll have you know I'm the best darn tootin' baseball player to ever exist!" I struggled to keep a straight face, barely holding back a laugh.

"Well, that's something you're gonna have to prove to me!" she replied, raising an eyebrow as if she didn't believe me at alI. Her playful challenge only fueled my determination.

"Oh yeah, watch this!" I said, grabbing an old baseball that was lying on the ground. I swung the bat, connecting with the ball, and watched as it ricocheted off the walls, bouncing wildly before finally dropping to the floor. The sound echoed in the basement, and I couldn't help but grin at my impromptu display.

I turned back to Sam with a smug grin, acting as if I'd just accomplished something great, only to find her bowing dramatically before me, hand over her heart. "You have my utmost respect; I pray you'll teach me your ways," she said, suppressing a laugh. I couldn't help but chuckle at her theatrics.

Josh then cut the act of devotion short, saying, "Hey, _____, do you mind using your flashlight? I can't see the labels that well." His brows were furrowed in concentration as he continued to search through the power box.

"Yes, sir!" I replied, saluting playfully. I pulled out my phone and walked over to where he was bent down, turning on the flashlight. After angling it to where he instructed me, I watched his fingers dance over the board, cranking knobs and pressing buttons with a focused intensity.

Eventually, he stood up straight and faced both me and Sam. "Alright, I think I've got it. Go ahead and try the bath now, Sam," he said. 

Sam nodded and gave me a quick hug goodbye, wishing me luck with Jess and Mike. Her concern was masked by a playful exterior, but I could still sense the hint of reluctance in her expression as she let go.

She walked up the basement stairs, and I would've followed her, if it weren't for Josh's grip on my wrist. He held me back, a certain look on his face as he gestured for me to stay a moment longer.

"Hey," he started as soon as Sam fully left. "Be careful, okay? Hannah and Beth walked alone out there and, I mean—" His voice cracked, and I could see his eyes starting to water. It was clear he was struggling to get the words out, his concern weighing heavily on him.

"Lord knows where they are right now. I can't lose you like I lost them. It happened once, and I won't allow it to happen again, okay?" he said, his grip shifting from my wrist to both hands planted on my shoulders. Tears streamed down his face, and I could feel the weight of his worry.

I wrapped my arms around him, embracing him fully. He definitely needed comfort right now, and I'd be a monster to deny him that. His body shook with sobs, and my shoulder quickly became wet, soaked with his tears. I held him tighter, letting him know I too missed Hannah and Beth.

"I know," I began carefully. "I promise, I know the route there safely. It seems like you're forgetting that I've been here like a million times." I said it playfully, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

All he did was nod and continue to cradle me, his grip tightening slightly. I couldn't help but wonder, why he didn't act like this when sending Jess and Mike out?

[gojocp]

things they've done/said

cw: some of gojo's dialogue is from 'dangerously yours', pookie pie's so cute brah, can you tell i'm mostly writing for characters i have a preference for?? also how tf do you write good apologies that sound genuine? LMFAO featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro

a/n: hello!! school's kicking my ass guys, sorry for not posting for a while. i literally lost all motivation :(( anyways, lmk how this is, hope you enjoy!! credits to my annoying sister for the idea for megumi's scenario.

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Once, I told you I'd kissed a thousand women.." Satoru starts.

You reminisce before you and Satoru started dating, how he tried his hardest to make you fall for him, only to fall in love himself.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"I've kissed sooo many women before. A thousand, probably more than that." Satoru boasts, a faint blush on his face. "One more kiss from you doesn't mean anything..!"

"I'm sure it doesn't.." You respond, leaning into him for another.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"Go on.." You say, urging him to continue.

"It was a lie.." He confesses, feeling his ears grow warm.

"I know.." You state, smiling fondly at him.

"You- wh- you knew??" He exclaims, stunned that you knew the whole time. And here he though he was being so secretive.

"Yeah, it was pretty obvious. I mean- you kissed a thousand women? Nobody believed that." you continue, gazing at him with love in your eyes.

"Yeah right! You only know now because I told you." The high schooler retorts, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't convince you.

"..okay.." You say, letting it go and resting your head on his shoulder.

You both gaze at the sunset, blissfully wrapped in each other's arms. Satoru pulls you closer and starts,

"How many guys have you kissed?"

"Very few. None of them meet the criteria," You answer.

"Oh? And I met it, right? I mean, you kiss me all the time," he responds smugly, facing you with a teasing grin plastered on his lips.

"Not really, no."

"WHAT?!"

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's why.." You confess, feeling your cheeks grow the slightest bit warm.

"Ahh.. and I don't suppose you'd want to kiss me right now, would you? He teasingly asks, cupping your face with one hand and leaning in with a smile.

"I would, actually," You respond, playing along with his childish antics.

Pulling away, he stares at you lovingly.

"Now, tell me what I need to do to meet the criteria."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

GETO SUGURU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Isn't she soo hot??" Satoru exclaims loudly, showing his phone to your boyfriend Suguru. "It's Waka Inoue. She's soo fine."

"Yeah, she is." He agrees, smiling at his friend.

'Is this guy fucking serious?' You think, sharing a look with Shoko, telling you she was thinking the same thing. 'Who calls another girl hot in front of their girlfriend?'

"She's hot?" You question, an eerie look in your eyes that causes Suguru to low-key freak out.

"Yeah, wanna see?" Satoru asks, showing his phone to you. it reveals a woman in a bikini posing (though it does very little to cover her skin).

"...This is what you're into?" You continue to press your boyfriend over the matter, upset that he would agree with his friend calling other women 'hot' and 'fine' in front of you.

"Uh-well-not- it's like.." He sputters, his ears reddening as his two friends laugh at his expense.

"Wow," You say flatly, turning on your heel and walking away upset.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"I fucked up.." Suguru says, resting his head in his hands. "Yeah, we know.." Responds Satoru, clearly not helping this situation, as he receives a pointed glare from his friend.

"What do I do? She probably hates me." Suguru asks, aiming his question at his brunette classmate rather than toward his idiot friend.

"Talk to her, man.. communication is key," she responds, patting her sulking friend's back.

"And!! Tell her she's soo pretty, and you love her sooooo much and buy her flowers and chocolate and a necklace-"

"OKAY!" Suguru interrupts, having enough of his white-haired friend's antics. "I'll just, talk to her... I think I really hurt her feelings. I mean- she hasn't come out of her room since then and she won't talk to me. It's been 4 hours."

"I don't think she likes you anymore," Satoru interjects, however, his words fall on deaf ears as Shoko starts to speak,

"She looked upset. I mean, if she was telling me she thought some guy was 'so fine' and 'so hot' you'd be upset too, right?" She questions, trying to get your boyfriend to understand your feelings.

"Yeah.." He agrees, thinking about his plan and how he's going to win you back (even though he hadn't really lost you in the first place).

.・。.・゜✭・.

knock knock knock

"Yeah?" You sigh, opening the door. To your surprise, you see your boyfriend holding flowers with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Wh- huh? What is this?" You manage to ask, after standing shocked for a minute.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it when I said she was hot. I wasn't thinking. I didn't take into consideration how it'd make you feel. And, god, I'm so sorry. If you don't want to talk to me ever again, I get it. But.. at least take this." He sighs, holding out the flowers for you.

You take the flowers from him and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly and holds you close to him. He lets out a sigh as he feels you relax against him, glad you aren't upset anymore.

"I'm sorry too, I overreacted. I know you probably didn't mean it, but I got upset, and..." you begin, not wanting to acknowledge your feelings, even though you know it's for the better, "insecure."

"And it's okay. If I were you, I would've done the same thing." He reassures, pulling away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

He leans in and places a kiss on your lips, tilting his head to get a better angle as you wrap your arms around his waist. As you pull apart to breathe, you hear a familiar agitating voice,

"EWW! Get a room, guys!! You're disgusting!"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"ITADORI!! OUT OF THE WAY!!" Yelled Nobara, skating at high speeds directly towards Itadori.

"huh?- OH GOD!"

"Kugisaki, slow down."

"I CAN'T!"

Nobara rams into Itadori and they both slide across the floor, knocking down everything else in the way.

"That's about to be me." You say to Megumi, holding onto the wall so you don't fall.

"It's not that hard, they just suck... Here, I'll teach you." He replies softly, holding a hand out to you. You take one hand off the wall and hold onto his with all you might, clutching it with the other.

He slowly guides you around the rink, paying no mind to the strength you're using to hold onto his hand. As your classmates lay helplessly on top of each other, you say,

"Shouldn't we help them?"

"They'll be fine," Megumi responds, sparing them no more than a glance.

Amidst the screaming from your friends, you manage to go around the rink twice as Megumi guides you off and to the table where your bags reside. He pulls out a chair and slowly helps you sit, handing you a water bottle.

"Thank you." You say, taking a drink. Directing a soft smile your way, he goes to help his friends still lying on the floor.

As he sits them down, he turns to you and asks,

"Want to go again?"

"Yes!" You gleam, quickly standing up. You seemed to lean forward too much as the ground got closer and closer. However, your boyfriend was there to catch you just in time.

"Careful, don't fall before you get on the rink." He teases, a teasing grin lacing his lips.

"Y-yeah." You stutter, having rarely seen the teasing side of Megumi.

You clutch his hand tighter than last time as he guides you back on to the rink.

"If you keep holding my hand that tight, you won't learn." He starts, prying one of your hands off of his own. "Try with one first. It's not as bad as you think. Trust me."

"Okay.." Your hand shakes in his hold, still scared of falling. As he notices, he says, "I'm holding you. You're not gonna fall."

He takes you around in circles a few times before suggesting you try on your own.

"NO!.. No, I'm okay, let's keep going like this." He slowly pries your hand off his, smiling softly at you as he skates out of arm's reach.

"Just try once, and you can hold my hand again. I'll be right behind you."

You mimic his movements, glad your observation skills are coming in hand. After what feels like an eternity of skating, you make it back to the start of the rink, Megumi trailing behind you.

"Hello, students!! Sorry to cut the fun short, but we're going back now!!" Your teacher calls out, waiting by the door of the roller place.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"Was that your first time rollerblading?" Your boyfriend asks, holding your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, as you trail behind your classmates.

"Yeah.." You respond, slightly embarrassed.

"You did well." He continues, pulling you in for a quick kiss before pulling away and continuing on your walk back, not wanting your friends to tease him about it as they usually do.

"FUSHIGURO!! (Y/N)!! HURRY UP!" Itadori calls out, waiting at the crosswalk with Nobara and Gojo behind him. Gojo shoots you a knowing smile before Megumi responds,

"Yeah, we're coming."

[windvexer]

saw your post where it's like "9. Many spirits are pleased to assist us in magic." Sounds great- but how do I get in touch with spirits who will assist me with obscure little problems like "my chronic illness means I don't know how to find a community" or "I'm not getting enough fun freelance work?" (Admittedly, I also feel bad for asking other beings for things that are so frivolous in comparison to other people's life-or-death problems)

The roofer showed his hammer to the tailor. "This is my hammer; it works remarkably well. It's the best tool I have, and gets almost everything done for me."

"So you must love using your hammer all the time," commented the tailor, who was just at that very moment using his sewing machine to make some pants.

The roofer sighed in a manner most weary. "No, not at all."

"You don't often use your hammer?"

"I just feel so bad about it. Imagine all the people out there who have to work on much worse roofing jobs, where the work is much more difficult and the risks of failure are higher."

"...Yes, I'm imagining them."

"And they've got to use a hammer."

"Alright."

"So... what right do I have to use one, really?"

"But it's not like you're sharing a hammer. You using your own hammer doesn't take away from the hammers or hammering of others. There are millions of hammers out there." The tailor didn't know how many hammers there were, but he was pretty sure it was at least in the millions. And there had to be fewer roofers than that. It seemed like a safe number to guess at.

"Yes, but imagine this," says the carpenter, queuing up a nested analogy. "Imagine you're at an infinite buffet with tables and dishes stretching out as far as the eye can see."

"I'm imagining," replies the tailor, who had just had a chicken caesar salad but didn't find it to be very filling.

"It's the most beautiful buffet, and every dish refills, and every table is endless. You'd feel pretty bad eating from that, right?"

"Of course not. I'd eat plenty and be pretty happy about it, too."

"But there are other people there who are hungrier. So."

"But you're not taking food away from anyone! You're standing in front of an infinite buffet, telling hungry and weary roofers that they should feel badly about using their hammer," shouted the tailor, who had momentarily forgotten which analogy he was aiming for.

"That's not fair," the carpenter replied. "I'm just explaining how I feel about myself. Also, what if the food isn't exactly infinite?"

"You using your hammer doesn't create a dark wizard nexus that blots out the sun and cleaves the spirit world from the hearts of other hopeful roofers, as if you helping yourself creates a deficit of goodness, but everyone else helping themselves creates an increase in goodness. Don't add goodness to the world if you don't want to, but don't pretend that it doesn't count just because it's primarily benefiting you," said the tailor, abruptly ruining the hem of the pants.

Try The Crooked Path by Kelden for ritual steps for contacting the Witchmother and Witchfather and meeting helpful spirits, including ancestors, familiars, and the fetch.

[blueesnow]

Ichinose Tokiya's Birthday (Year 1) Voicelines Translation.

-You can look at it again on the Event Log, Mini-Event section (for the other boys messages to him) and Talk section (for a one-on-one conversation with you and him) in Idol Page.

-Also the translations might not be fully accurate since I'm not that fluent on jp/en, so if i ever made a mistake do correct me🙏

<You (Player)> Tokiya: Thank you so much for the celebration. I don't want to get too excited or carried away just because it's my birthday and all but… Tokiya: Since it is my birthday, I'd love to do things that I like for today. …What is it, you ask, of course it means that I want to spend times together with you just the two of us.

<Otoya> Otoya: Happy Birthday! I feel like I could always do my best at so many things because Tokiya's right here beside me! Thank you! Tokiya: You're awfully honest, aren't you? Well then, let me also say something too. You are and will always be my eternal rival.

<Masato> Masato: Happy Birthday. I don't know if it's because Ichinose shares the same hobbies as I am, but we ended up talking a lot together, don't we? I hope we can continue to become good friends. Tokiya: I'm happy to hear that. Likewise, I also enjoy spending time with you too, Hijirikawa-san. Thank you so much.

<Natsuki> Natsuki: Happy Birthday! I hope to hear more of your wonderful and dazzling song in the future, Tokiya-kun. Tokiya: Thank you very much. I believe it's thanks to Shinomiya-san's natural talent that helps me rise to the top as well.

<Ren> Ren: Icchi, Happy Birthday. Don't you think it's fine for you to relax for a bit and just enjoy yourself for today? Tokiya: Oh my, I'm thankful for the advice. Now then, would you mind accompanying me to go for a meal? With mostly vegetable main dishes.

<Syo> Syo: Happy Birthday! Tokiya, I've always been impressed and amazed with how much of a perfectionist you are. Tokiya: My goal is always to aim for the highest place after all. But thank you. I'll be relying on your performance as well, Syo.

<Cecil> Cecil: Happy Birthday. To me, Tokiya is a very reliable person. Thank you for everything. Tokiya: Likewise, Aijima-san's honest and courageous personality is very admirable, and I often feel like I should learn more from you. Let's continue to do our best together, shall we.

<Reiji> Reiji: Happy Birthday, Tokki☆ If you ever had a time when you want to be spoiled by someone, then you're very welcome to go to Rei-chan~☆ Tokiya: Thank you for the offer. Although I don't know if I will ever have such an opportunity like that, but I appreciate the sentiments behind.

<Ai> Ai: Happy Birthday, Tokiya. Although you always look serious but sometimes you also have a childish side as well, I think it's good though. Tokiya: Is that so…? But if Mikaze-san said so, then I'm sure it's a compliment, isn't it. Thank you very much.

<Ranmaru> Ranmaru: Happy Birthday, Tokiya. Go on and continue to sing a great song. That's the thing that you're supposed to do. Tokiya: Thank you for your kind words. I'd be happy if there'll be more chances where we could talk about music again together.

<Camus> Camus: Ichinose, I heard that today is your birthday. I got a book that suits you. Let me know what you think about it after you're done reading it. Tokiya: This sounds very promising… I can't wait until I get off work to read it.

<Kira> Kira: Happy…Birthday. Liking vegetables…is a good thing. I want to have…a balanced diet. Tokiya: I agree. I'm happy to hear that we have similar tastes in food. Thank for you the birthday wish.

<Eiichi> Eiichi: Looks like it's your birthday today, Happy Birthday. Although you might look calm on the outside, but deep down you're actually hiding such a burning passion inside…I think it's very good. Tokiya: Thank you for your kind words. But aren't we all the same? Ah no, looking back at it again, I think you are indeed very passionate.

<Nagi> Nagi: So it's your birthday today, Happy Birthday☆ Nagi's special information! Do you want to hear more about a healthy cake~? Tokiya: To think that you know I pay a lot of attention on my food, thank you very much. …Yes, I'd be glad if you could tell me.

<Eiji> Eiji: Happy Birthday. Can you please tell me your recommendation on some singing practices next time? I'd like to get more closer to your level. Tokiya: Of course I don't mind telling you. But don't forget that it's not only just you, I also want to learn more from your examples too.

<Van> Van: Happy Birthday! To think that you're so calm and cool even on a day like this, talk about a manly guy. I think you have quite a lot of attractive charms! Tokiya: I'm very grateful to know that's the way how you describe me. I mean that's the ideal image that I'm aiming for after all.

<Yamato> Yamato: Happy Birthday. Your dance at the other day was really amazing. The way you used your muscles is perfect. Tokiya: Thank you for the compliment. It was all thanks to the training that we had together. I'm very grateful for it.

<Shion> Shion: Blessings on the day of your birth. I heard that your hobby is reading. I'd like to listen carefully to the words that you'd weave… Tokiya: Thank you very much. You use such a beautiful Japanese language, I feel like we could get along well.

[mechazushi]

So, this isn't so much an "Incorrect Quotes"...

So much as an "I have a vision, but I'm not an artist so I have to settle for writing it out and hope someone understands what I'm picturing."

For starters, ya'll know about the artist trend of putting your OC's or favorite characters in a specific dress...

ya know... this one⬇

Yeah, just...ALL of Division Three. And I mean all + Narumi. Here how it sounds in my head. (Its more of a comic? It's just mostly dialogue than anything and they're just standing in a line talking to each other.) {And keep in mind....THEY ARE ALL WEARING THE DRESS AS THEY SAY THIS. ITS 90% OF THE JOKE}

Mina: When I said I was nervous about my first promotional modeling gig for Vogue, That didn't mean it was an open invitation to come out here and.... "Support me".

Kafka: Come on. This can't be any more embarrassing than that time you caught me in the sexy lingerie I was wearing for my high school prank.

Hoshina: *In air, eyes glowing woke spartan style, mid assassin strike aimed at Kafka with a training sword, ALSO IN THE DRESS* pics or it didn't happen-

Reno: Look. We're here, we showed up in the dress, can we leave now? I'm getting cold in places I don't want to be cold.

Iharu: Aww, come on! You look dashing! Few more pics! *Somehow managed to convince the photographer to take the shot of them*

Haruichi: The fact that you're filling this out better than me is disturbing.

Aoi:*Trying not to let his blush show* Are the lights getting to you because you're talking bullshit.

Minase: Oh my God! KIKORU!!!! You look amazing!!!

Kikoru:*embarrassed* Minassseee.... I-I'm with Reno. Can we change into our work jumpers now?

Hakua: Hey, can I take this one home? Makin' me feel hella confident right now. *Starts a gun show in front of a mirror.*

Narumi: *In front of the same mirror Hakua is in, serving cunt and taking selfies* Honestly, ya'll should just put me on the cover instead of Mina cuz' I'm pulling this off way better than her in the moment.

I also like to imagine that instead of Mina on the cover... It's Kafka in Kaiju form in the dress. The glowing abs would absolutely be visible as well....

[ikamigami]

What I find interesting about Eclipse's dream is that he started off controlling Sun's body and didn't realize until it was pointed out, and when he was in the headspace, we could hear Sun talking to someone, it was the Henry model but was called Sven, and Sun just sounded confused the whole time, Sven insisted on looking in his systems and Sven was the one who wanted to delete what was there, Sun just sounded nervous and hesitant, saying how he felt something was "there" but not much else, and Eclipse was panicking of course because he couldn't be heard, but it's interesting how even in the dream, there's nothing malicious aimed towards Eclipse, they just don't know he's there, they can't hear him Yet of course when Eclipse wakes up and Puppet, EAPS Sun and Moon check on him he snaps at them, when that Sun checked on him he basically went "the only useful thing you can do is jump off a bridge" or something to that effect, and he wasn't nice to Moon or Puppet either, it was nice seeing them all check on him though despite how mean he was I wonder if Sven was in Solar's dimension and that was technically influenced by Solar's memories? Or maybe it's just a nightmare

It is very interesting..

Eclipse ofc is afraid of being stuck again unable to do anything and not being heard..

But that's odd what's you said about Henry and Sven..

Unless it is indeed like you said and there were a bits of Solar's memories in Eclipse's dream.. cause after all they had a splitted soul or something like that..

I think that Eclipse knows that what happened to him wasn't Sun's fault but like someone else said.. Eclipse probably doesn't want to admit that he was wrong and apologize to Sun..

Another thing is.. that's good that others tried to help Eclipse.. but he had to be mean.. but ouch QwQ what he told Sunshine was a little bit too much imo..

Like Eclipse, sweetie, Sunshine didn't do anything to you and same is for our Sun so maybe stop acting like a little bitch, please (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Someone could say "but our Sun told Eclipse to kill himself".. yeah buuut.. Eclipse traumatised and abused Sun.. Sunshine didn't do anything to Eclipse..

Even if the way Sunshine acts triggers Eclipse's trauma it doesn't excuse him from being a jerk..

And like even Sun went a bit too far when he told Eclipse to kill himself.. even though he was grieving and Eclipse's presence and behaviour were triggering Sun.. especially the way Eclipse was speaking about Solar who Sun was mourning after..

It's obvious that Eclipse has to face his trauma.. but I think that more than anything he should apologize to Sun.. cause like when even in his dream Sun isn't malicious just like in reality then maybe it's Eclipse's conscience (or sub-conciousness or whatever) speaking to him..

I really really hope that this is what this arc is leading to.. to Eclipse apologizing to Sun.. and maybe even trying to help him a bit..

[pharawee]

I just finished watching Love Syndrome: The Beginning and... I actually really liked what they did with the source material. It's interesting that this and the series are by the same production company and director but other than the choice of skinny jeans (someone must have been a big fan lmao) and Tuss reprising his role as Neil, the movie has a very different vibe imo.

It's also unfinished, meaning it ends on a cliffhanger with a big 'to be continued' - which probably isn't intentional seeing as they were originally aiming for a cinematic release (not to mention the sudden passing of the producer/director). I can't blame them either because I think they made the deliberate decision to mostly leave this as is to honour the director's final work:

As it is, I think the movie is a very solid piece of entertainment with some really nice acting, especially by Bix Tagon as Itt.

I've read most of the novels in the Love Syndrome universe and they're actually very same-y with the same non-con kink repeated throughout pretty much every couple's story (and there's A LOT of couples). This is why Day and Itt were never my faves (especially since the tropes really be troping with these two) and tbh I wasn't really into Long and Frank's version of them either (which isn't their fault at all - I just don't think Frank was a good fit for Itt), but Nef and Bix really make them work for me this time.

For one, there's zero romanticisation. Day is positively unhinged and there's zero doubt that Itt is the victim here. The scenes between them are incredibly brutal to watch but at the same time there's this almost stageplay-like feeling to them - as if every little piece of dialogue and acting has its place and nothing is drawn out or glossed over. I really appreciated that (as difficult as their scenes were to watch). I don't think that's easy to accomplish. I saw in some of the bts that they worked closely with either an acting coach or an intimacy coordinator (or both) throughout the filming of Day and Itt's scenes and imo it really shows. As bad as it sounds because Day is such a horrible person and Itt is straightup going through hell, theirs really were the most interesting scenes in the movie for me.

According to MDL Nef and Bix are rookie actors too so kudos to them for doing an incredible job. I hope we get to see more of them especially since Day and Itt's story is far from finished and I'd really like to see if they can pull off the transition from toxic hate to toxic love (imo it didn't work at all in the series, mostly because it started with book 3).

As for Gear and Night, they chose to almost completely sanitise their story (except for the initial bet itself) which imo was a good choice because in the novel reading about the same trope over and over again got tired real fast. Night takes Gear back relatively quickly and then they just pick up where they left off (but with Night more or less in control now).

Plus, Tiger Tanawat (who btw is a Change 2561 artist) as Night is such a mood:

I already loved Rossi as Night but dang (also, I need that shirt). 🫠

There's also some cute Four and Gus moments that unfortunately (or fortunately - seeing as how the writer of the novel also seems to have an age gap kink that's better left unmentioned 😬) gloss over most of their story. Knot, Fu and Neil kind of appear but that's about it.

I wonder - providing we ever get to see the second part of this movie - if they'll scrap the horrible Neil as the villain side plot or not because I could totally do without that. 😬😬

That being said, if you thought The Effect was difficult to stomach then you probably shouldn't watch this. Love Syndrome never hides the fact what it is about but it unfortunately doesn't offer any content warnings. Its SA scenes are explicit and realistic so if that's upsetting to you please please don't watch this. 🙏

[xxstraykidsaikoxx]

ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ || ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ (sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs) ɴɪɴᴛʜ!ғ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ

It's a special ferret boys' birthday! And two very special people are dying to give him the most special gift one could receive! But what happens when these two happen to be fated rivals for the ferrets love, and when this special gift suddenly goes missing?

ෆ contents - cursing towards the end, drags on a bit, arguing, fluff, crack?, kinda lazy writing

ෆ word count - 903

ෆ notes - can you tell i ran out of ideas 😭 i really tried my best with this one i swear, its just i dont really know binnie as well as the other members but that doesn't mean i dont love him im ot8 i promise🤞

"When are you going to accept my feelings, Hyunjin-a.." Came the flirtatious words of a certain pig-rabbit. The latter braced himself for what he knew was about to happen. A well aimed plastic water bottle flew across the room and hit Casanova on his shoulder, "Ow! Okay that one was uncalled for, Ai!" The smirking maknae broke into a fit of giggles as she, once again, foiled Changbin's plan for Hyunjin's affections. Ever since Hyun and Ai had been confirmed to be dating, the interactions between the two and Changbin have become comedy gold. As previously mentioned, the rapper does any thing and everything to "flirt" with Hyunjin, from making comments, to romantic gestures, and even preventing other people, including Hyun's own girlfriend from stealing his affections. Obviously this is all a joke, Changbin would never do something so heinous, so Aiko never took is seriously and even bought into the joke. Now the three have become involved in some sort of love triangle.

Outside of fighting for Hyunjin's love, Changbin and Aiko often had small quarrels about other small things, not as much as Ai does with other members, but enough to earn a eyeroll from anyone within earshot. "I thought you had it!" "No! Chan told me you had it!" "Well obviously it's not in my hands, so why do you think I have it?!" "Guys! Arguing about it isn't going to find it!" Another day, another petty kindergarten argument. But it wasn't just a normal day, it was Hyunjin's birthday! And for the ferrets special day, Aiko and Changbin decided to pitch in and get a gift for him from the both of them. An art set that had a lot of supplies Hyunjin had been wanting for his artwork. They had both bought it and decided to give it to Channie to hold onto, because they were aware that one of them would be dumb enough to lose it. And they did.

"Hyunjin's party is in 30 minuets, what are we going to do? Show up with no gift?!" Aiko panicked, she personally didn't like it when things didn't go to plan, especially when it came to the love of her life's birthday. "Well, we'll just go out looking for it! It's not like it grew legs and walk away!" Changbin suggested, hopeful as always. "You're making it sound like that's what it did! Ugh, let's go look where Chan said he put it, it couldn't be far from there." The pair set off to the confined room, desperate to find the gift to prove who loved Hyunjin most once and for all.

While the two desperately searched, Hyunjin had already arrived. "Where's Ai and Changbin?" Hyunjin had asked, noticing the absence of his most valued admirers. "Oh! They're looking for a gi-" "They're looking for something! Don't worry, they'll be here shortly!" Han quickly hushed Chan, persistent on keeping the gift a secret. Hyunjin obviously didn't buy the act but obliged, he turned away and looked around, waiting to see what the two were doing, hoping that they weren't killing eachother in the process.

"Dammit! We're 30 minuets late looking for this cursed ass gift, we should just give up and show up fuckin' empty handed!" Aiko had enough, clearly, and her mouth spoke faster than what her brain could think. As his younger companion cursed angrily to herself in one corner of the room, Changbin searched frivolously, hoping to any God out there that he'd find this gift. Not only for himself, but for both Hyunjin and Aiko. "You don't think Chan hid it.. right?-" Aiko suspected, it was the only other explanation. "No, Chan isn't like that, there has to be another way this happened. The two sat against the wall in silent defeat, wondering what the hell they were going to do. Both had too much humility and guilt to just show up to one of their closest friend's party empty handed. As they sat in self pity, Aiko looked around and noticed pieces of paper and a few markers scattered around the nearby table, had someone.. set this up? "Oppa, I have an idea." Aiko got up to grab the paper from the table. Changbin looked over to see Ai start folding the paper the several ways. It didn't take long for Changbin to realize what she was doing, "Oh my god you're a genius! Let me get some too!" The two giggled to themselves and hurried to make their newest plan.

Downstairs, a certain birthday boy was still waiting for one of his closest friend and love of his life (though one can argue is both of them) make their way to the party that was slowly dying out. Without two of the loudest members there it was left to Han and Felix to keep up the mood. A sudden burst open of a door made everyone jump as the long awaited Dweakki-Cat duo loudly made their way to the party an hour late. "JAGI! LOOK WHAT I MADE FOR YOU! IT WAS MY IDEA!" Aiko exclaimed as she showed Hyunjin what she did, before being shoved aside by her more stronger older brother, "Nonsense! Mine are clearly more expertly crafted!- Ow!-" Changbin yelped as Aiko kicked him from below. As the two once again started they're usual banter, a fond smile was placed on Hyunjin's face, They had made him paper hearts.

©straykidsaiko

Always keep in mind that nothing in this series and in my posts are real! So anything that may seem 'out of character' should be considered as part of a fake universe! <3

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 26 of Nona the Ninth

A fourth skull, so another skull that corresponds to zero characters in this book that I know of. Aim/The Angel/The Messenger also isn't in this one, it's just the kids

Dark and blueless night - heh

Good on Palamedes

What is their plan, here? Camilla is going to have some conversation with Gideon/Kiriona while hopped up on a ton of pain meds? If they planned this out earlier, Nona didn't report it. And I see Pyrrha trying to get in a probably-family-related conversation with her there. Actually, I think everyone else other than Judith probably has more to talk about with Kiriona than Camilla does

At this description, I was like, oh, yeah, the Convoy was definitely 100% some BOE shit, wasn't it? Also, more of Pash's weird fear of Gideon/Kiriona's body

I really hope Judith makes it out of this book alive at this point

I'm sorry, Corona, Linkin Park has permanently ruined that line for me

So that is stuff that Honesty said when telling his story about the Convoy, and in that scene he was eating Nona's fruit, which was described as

but Nona gave away all of her fruit, just like she always does, she didn't eat any of it. Maybe she's eaten that kind of fruit before and knows what it tastes like, she seems to know how to eat it, anyway - but why would she associate the memory of tasting this fruit with this story when she didn't actually eat that fruit here? Like it sounds like she was somehow experiencing Honesty's tasting of the fruit in this scene. Maybe additional evidence of some telepathy thing?

You know, I think this ship could be a lot of fun, actually

I don't know if this means that Alecto's like, OG resurrection beast form is going to turn out to be some kind of cosmic spider, or if Nona is just missing normally being a lot taller than Harrow is, which seems likely if the body that John made for Alecto was approximately average

I need more scenes of Pash interacting with these two

Honestly, my first reaction to this was "earlier this week? That was like a month ago, wasn't it?" But no, this really is still just day five from when this book began, the whole thing has happened in less than a week, it just was like a month ago when I read that part. God damn

Does Nona know about something that could be termed "double death" at this point? I don't think she knows anyone or anything who's died twice, has she? There are some people who died once and came back (although, I'm not sure if she actually knows that Palamedes and Pyrrha died), and there's Naberius's corpse that's been wandering around lately, but I don't think she's seen anyone die twice yet, unless you count herself getting headshotted twice, but that "double death" was not final

So this is not some weird translation that Nona did, her name actually means "hot sauce" in the language that she speaks natively

I think this is probably the end of Hot Sauce and Honesty in this book. We've tied up the story behind Hot Sauce's name, the Convoy story, the map from the classroom, and Hot Sauce telling Nona she was out of the gang, so I don't think there are any remaining plot threads to resolve with them. I wasn't real invested in these characters originally, but I think I'll miss them now. I wonder what Hot Sauce would think if she ever found out that Nona wasn't just a "zombie" but actually like Varun the Eater's sister? Would she be out of the gang again?

[princetofbone]

Goals/Resolutions

I have. Opinions. On goals and resolutions and all those fun things. One of the greatest things in life for me is completing a goal. That said, following through with the things you promise yourself is incredibly difficult- especially if you go for big goals (which is a-okay you just gotta prep right)

Note on resolutions: Please PLEASE start doing the thing a month or two before the new year. I know it sounds dumb because it's a NEW YEAR resolution, not a November resolution, but getting into the habit of (for example) going to the gym 3x per week in November, and having slip ups in November, means that when January rolls around, it isn't new and scary, and it's way less likely that you will stop doing the goal in a week.

Note for all goals: don't aim too high- like in the previous example, I said gym 3x per week. I know so many people who decided they wanted to go to the gym every day, and then missed one day, and gave up because their streak wasn't perfect. Depending on the importance to you, I might even pick a goal way lower than what you think you can do- just so you can give yourself grace if you have an off day, or if you get sick.

Onto my method!

I'm a visual person, and I also happen to enjoy decorating paper, so I make goal sheets. I typically have three at any point in time.

My quarterly goals. I'm still in high school, so I make a goal sheet for each quarter of the school year. These are going to be your most broad goals- get >85% in all my classes - or journal 2x per week. Goals that are longer term, or goals that are not incredibly difficult, but would do a lot of good for you. Try and make these goals easy/medium. For example- I hope to journal every day for this quarter because it does me quite a bit of good, however I know that there may be days where I get tired or don't have time, so I left plenty of room for error.

Monthly goals. These can be very similar to quarterly goals, so if it wouldn't help you to have both- don't. I do this, because I like to hyperofocus some months onto specific things. I'm doing NaNoWriMo this November, and so one of my monthly goals will to be writing every day. Separating this out to months is less stressful for me, because I can push through one months, but pushing through three is an awful lot.

The most important for me- Weekly goal sheets. I don't include weekends into these, and they are typically very focused on issues I'm having in that moment. I was finding myself skipping a lot of class, so a weekly goal was to go to every class I had. The weekly goal sheets allow you to focus in on issues you're having, and help push you towards achieving your quarterly/monthly goals.

The thing that allows all these sheets and rules and nonsense to work is a rewards system. As I'm making my sheets, I write in things I can do if I complete my goals. For the weekly goals, I will allow a trip to my fav tea shop, or organizing an event with friends. I try pretty hard not to make the reward buying something because that feels icky to me.

Monthly goals, I generally attatch a reward that could be read as a chore. For example, one of my goals this month is to read before bed three times a week. If I do that, I can clean out my bookshelves and get rud of books. This may not seem like a reward, but once I clean out my shelves, I'm allowed to buy more books, so it opens an opportunity. (without rewarding myself via consumerism)

Quarterly rewards are the most exciting (for me). I have a long list of things I can afford, I want, but feel like I need a special occasion to buy. this could be a tailored vest, a pen, a new notebook. Is it consumerism based reward? Yes. Does it massively decrease my purchasing bc I only by myself "for fun" things when I complete a quarterly task? Yes. It also forces me to use self control because I

1) have to wait a while to get the thing

2) If I don't do the goal, I cannot buy.

I hope something from this helped/sparked ideas, so go, be free, make some goals!

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem! reader. You are sheltering in place with him after a retreat when things went wrong.

I hope everyone enjoys this. This piece applies to anyone who thinks they are stupid and put themselves down. Yeah @kichikichiko I saw your tags when I showed you your ask box was visible. I'm coming mainly for you with this. It is completely fine if I call myself stupid, but I AM NOT okay with you saying that about yourself (or anyone else I care about). (Said affectionately) you forced my hands with this. This is me shooting you with a bullet of love and affection. I aim well so it will hit you right in the heart 😊❤️😌

It has been a long day. You were standing against the wall, listening to the rain beat in a soothing rhythm against a Fatui safehouse.

Let's just say things had gone to shit really fast because of something stupid one of his subordinates did.

In fact, this was what Scaramouche was thinking while he watched you enjoying the sound of the rain: My subordinate got very lucky today. The only reason he isn't dead right now is because you had asked me not to kill him. "Go easy on him, Scara, it's not his fault. Things don't always go according to plan all the time."

Yeah well, they should. He was just going the negotiations next time the need for them arose. He also thought: You are going to open your mouth, fall down on your knees and beg for forgiveness from her, worm.

You weren't offended at all that negotiations had broke down, but Scaramouche was. You, his precious treasure, his reason for even existing, had been put in danger because of something stupid one of his subordinates had said.

"Scara, why are you even with me?" You poised the question tentatively. "I mean, I personally think that I'm pretty stupid."

"What?" Scaramouche sounded annoyed. Don't misunderstand him, he wasn't annoyed with you. He was annoyed that you'd say that about yourself. Reaching over, he pinched one of your cheeks and tugged on it. "You want to remind me what useless drivel just poured from your mouth."

"I said I think I am pretty stupid," your voice sounded goofy and muffled. Scaramouche was purposely pulling your cheek so that your words were barely understandable.

That's how untrue he thought what you said was. After all, it was because your quick thinking and yelling, "Everyone, fall back and retreat! Well, get moving, damn it!" that they even achieved a strategic withdrawal at all.

After you guys had gotten together, Scaramouche had given you permission to order around his subordinates like dogs. Sometimes, he thought they listened to you more than him. They clearly recognized you as their leader too, maybe as more of leader than himself. It was kind of really annoying.

The reason for this should be obvious at this point.

Secretly, even though he always looked offended when you did that, but inside, and he will never ever admit this out loud because the ground would open up and swallow him whole from embarrassment: he kind of liked being bossed around by you.

"There better not be a next time that you say that you are stupid. I won't stand for it. If you ever feel the disgusting need to call yourself stupid again, please call one of my subordinates stupid instead."

That way it would be true. Because they were pretty stupid.

[zelphin124]

The Error in Aim - Chapter five

Heh, you stuck around long enough for more. I'm impressed by your determination... Let's see where this goes this time. (I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this-) As always, check out the masterpost for all the info on this story. Happy birthday, Aim! (Dec 12th) Hope you have a wonderful day! @zu-is-here Let's continue once more.

~oOo~

"W-W-Wake up."

The subtle change in the darkness already jolted Aim awake. He lay faced towards the wall, taking a deep breath before sitting up to look at the destroyer.

Error glitched, staring down at him. His gaze was more solemn than the first time. He would blend in perfectly with the absence of light if it weren't for his bright red shirt and yellow highlights. The strings woven across his fingers glowed.

Crickets chirped outside at the same speed the stars twinkled at. There was no moon or sun in sight. The grass blew gently in the wind, making no sound. The trees that wove above the grass also swayed, making the area very peaceful-

Error moved out of the room. His pace was quick, and he didn't look back. Aim shot out of bed, stumbling after him. He barely put on his shoes before he bolted out the door. However, he slowed his pace as he remembered what his uncle said the day before.

His eyes lit up as his soul felt heavy. Sadness was always an emotion he discarded; he couldn't recall ever forcefully putting sadness within his soul. He hoped it was enough to wake up Uncle Mare as he followed the destroyer.

"H-Hurry, b-boy." Error snapped. "I-I-I don't go-o-ot all night."

Aim observed the emotions the destroyer was feeling. He was tired... very tired. His eyes sagged like he hadn't slept in days. His body was hunched over and alert as if he was just in a fight. He couldn't help but feel pity once more for the destroyer and was about to offer to help his emotions.

"Don't l-l-look at m-me like t-that!" Error hissed, stepping away from the child as he continued along the path. "I'm fine!"

"Are you?"

Error whipped around, his gaze locking on the figure who spoke. Aim sighed in relief, recognizing the voice immediately. His powers had worked, and Nightmare found them. He removed any remaining sadness from his heart, hating the feeling of sorrow.

"N-N-Nightmare," Error rolled his eyes. "I'm s-surprised it's y-you, and not the f-father of a-anomaly #241."

"His name is Aim," Nightmare took a step closer, adjusting his hat. "And I'm one of the people looking after him."

Aim was cut off by Error as he spoke again. "W-What d-d-do you w-want?"

"I was about to ask the same thing," Nightmare got even closer, ignoring Aim and staring Error dead in the eye. He looked up at the destroyer, regarding their height difference. The negative emotions were churning like a stormy sea within him. "This isn't what we agreed to."

"A-A-And?" Error glitched, his face as dead as he felt inside.

"Where are you taking him?"

"The A-Anti-Void."

"No, absolutely not," Nightmare's eyes narrowed. "That place is too dangerous."

Dangerous? Aim recalled the previous time he had gone to the Anti-Void. It wasn't dangerous at all... In fact, it was so empty and dull, Aim figured it was safer than the AU he lived in. Did Nightmare think such an empty space would drive him insane? Or was it dangerous because only Error could go in and out of that area? Maybe it was dangerous because Error lived there.

But if they were trusting Error to train Aim, why should there be any danger?

"I-I brought h-h-him back a-alive before, I'll d-do it a-a-again." Error shrugged, looking down at his fingers as they weaved themselves into the strings around them.

"That's not what I mean!" Nightmare hissed. "I don't want his SOUL corrupting in there!"

This brought more questions than answers to Aim. Souls corrupting in the Anti-Void? How did that happen? All of the souls strung in the ceiling seemed perfectly fine. Was Nightmare talking about the curse he and Dream suffered from? Aim didn't understand how that could happen. It was a curse, not a corruption, right? To be corrupted would be a fault, a mistake...

An error.

"Y-Y-You're the o-one to talk a-a-about corru-u-uption, o-o-octopus." Error smirked, glacning up from his strings to the negative.

"Don't call me that! I am not he!"

"But y-you are h-he. So is y-y-your brother." Error lifted his eyebrow, clearly irritated. "Y-You're making n-no sense. The Anti-Void c-cannot awaken t-the corruption i-in him. It's n-not like A-Aim w-will e-eat t-the a-a-apple in t-the Anti-Void."

...

What apple?

"That's irrelevant and my point still stands," Nightmare dismissed the topic. "I don't want him becoming like you!"

Despite the smile that appeared on the destroyer's face as he continued to speak, Aim felt the jab of pain that he felt. Aim could only describe it as if the destroyer split in two. Outwardly, he laughed and mocked the negative. Inwardly, Aim felt his soul... crying.

What happened to him?

"B-B-Besides," the smile on Error's face faded. "D-Do you r-really waaaaaant me t-to train h-him here? I w-would r-r-rip this pla-ace to shreds b-by the e-end of e-e-every session!"

"If you would rip the place to shreds, that isn't training, that's attacking my nephew!" Nightmare's eyes were blue at this point, revealing the anger fuming inside him.

"You r-really think t-that p-p-paint freak i-is gonna g-go easy on him?"

Nightmare went silent, his eyes returning to normal. He glanced at Aim, knowing that too much had been shared. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again.

Aim let himself feel the tinge of hurt in his soul, knowing Nightmare could feel it as well. So much for no secrets, huh?

"T-That's w-w-what I thought." Error scoffed, gesturing Aim to continue walking as he opened the portal to the Anti-Void. "Now l-leave, and l-l-let me do w-what I agreed upon."

~o0o~

Aim rolled out of the way from the blast. Extending his hand, he summoned his own gaster blaster and fired it at the destroyer. As expected, he easily dodged. The grin on his face was amusing.

Aim summoned three bones and fired it at Error. Error used a bone wall to block them, teleporting in front of him.

"T-That's enough f-for today," The destroyer turned around. "Y-You've l-learned t-to use C-Cross' powers. I w-will t-teach you t-t-teleportation next time."

Aim collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. These powers that his dead father used were... exhausting, to say the least. No wonder Cross was always tired after using them. No wonder he rarely used them at all. Aim thought back to the only time he saw his father fight. It's why he used his swords more than the powers, because they were physically exhausting.

Or Aim just wasn't used to it.

As Error cleaned up the bones around the white canvas, the conversation that Nightmare and Error had came back into Aim's focus. There was so much passed through that conversation, but one thing stuck out to Aim the most.

What did they mean by the apple?

If Nightmare had kept a secret about some sort of apple... then he probably didn't want to talk about it. Error referenced it as if it was an apple that caused the curse his uncle and father suffered from. Aim always thought it was just a generational curse... how could one apple cause so much suffering on a monster?

"Error," Aim stared at the Destroyer, choosing his words carefully. "What... what did you mean by the apple?"

Error looked as confused as he was. "W-W-What?"

"In you and Uncle Mare's conversation. You mentioned an apple as if it caused the curse."

The destroyer's face flattened. "It did," he rolled his eyes. "Those d-d-dang apples a-are the r-r-reason for this whoooooooole mess." He destroyed the bones by clenching his fingers. The strings around them disintegrated anything within their grasp. He looked really annoyed. "Let m-me guess. T-They didn't t-t-tell you that e-either."

Aim lowered his head. "N-No..."

"I s-swear they k-keep you i-in the d-d-dark about eeeeverything." Error slammed the strings he was holding onto the ground. "Ugh! F-Follow m-me."

Aim didn't have time to react as Error opened a portal behind him. Despite the pain he felt in his bones, Aim stood up and walked over to him.

The Anti-Void was gone, and the new AU was his surroundings before Aim could comprehend what was happening.

It was dark, but not just because of the night sky. The entire area was void of life. There was a city in the distance, but no lights were on, no smoke rose, and no conversation was heard. It was in the valley below, and the two skeletons were on a hill. There were remnants of bones everywhere, but most of them were decayed and returned to the earth from whence they came.

To Aim's right was a tree stump. A very large tree stump. It was unevenly cut, and the rest of the tree was nowhere to be seen. It looked like it had been chopped down in a hurry. It resonated with Aim in such a strange way. It called to him like a grandmother would call her grandchildren.

Error startled the boy as he joined his side. Error snickered as he stared at the stump. "T-They didn't t-tell you about t-this either, d-d-did they?"

Aim shook his head. In all honesty, he had no idea where he was. Why did Error bring him here? What even is this place? Maybe this would be the new training ground? No one was living here anyway.

"Sit." Error ordered, pointing at the stump. As Aim obeyed, he sat down on the grass in front of him, sighing before he started to speak.

Error started to tell a story. He explained the basic landscape of the world they were in long ago. He told Aim about the tree and all the delicious fruit it had on its trees. He talked about the two boys who guarded the tree. One of them was liked by all, and one of them was hated by everyone.

Aim listened intently as he described one of the boys being bullied. That boy was the one to take the apple and eat it. That boy turned into a monster and cut down the entire tree, killing everyone in the AU.

The other, after years of trying to stop the other boy, gave up and ate the apple as well, turning him into the monster that he fought against. It was only when the two boys met a soldier were they able to destroy the curse.

"T-That soldier w-was Cross," Error concluded. "Those f-fruits were apples, a-and those b-boys w-were your u-uncle and y-your father."

Everything started to make sense now. The secrets, the worries, how they acted around one another, why they never ate apples... everything clicked for Aim. A part of him was relieved to know it all now, but the other part of him was angry that all of this was kept from him for so long. If this was explained sooner, maybe half of the issues that his family had wouldn't exist.

Maybe Cross would still be alive if no secrets were kept.

"I b-bet t-they s-still h-have t-that apple s-somewhere," Error commented. "Locked a-away in their room."

"Why are you telling me this?" Aim asked as three tears fell down his face.

"A-Any p-power y-you c-can obtain w-will h-help y-you k-kill Ink," he said. "T-That a-apple c-can u-unleash a n-new power f-for you if y-you o-only t-take a s-simple bite."

What? "Have you not seen what that apple has done to my family? It should be destroyed!" Aim argued, standing up. "It's evil, and it corrupts everything it touches!"

Error narrowed his eyes. "Y-Y-You cannot d-defeat t-the paint f-freak while y-you're mmmmortal. Y-You w-will d-die just l-like y-your father d-d-did. I t-thought y-you w-were willing to d-d-do aaaaanything to get revenge, h-hmm?"

Although that's how he previously felt, Aim questioned his motives now that he knew the full story. His parents reactions made much more sense than before, and he understood their perspective. However, the reason he was with Error in the first place came to mind. Ink was hunting him down, and he would not stop until he had Aim. Either way, Aim would probably die. He wanted to go out fighting.

But did it have to involve the apple?

"I-I don't have t-t-time for y-you to decide, go h-home and w-we'll t-talk about i-it next t-time." Error stood up, opening a portal to the AU Aim knew the best.

Aim's eyes widened as the portal was pushed toward him. "Error, wait-"

But he was gone, and so was DreamTale. He stood in front of his house as the sun slowly rose. So much for discussing alternatives... Aim's mind raced as he opened the door and walked inside.

Dream wasn't in his room, nor was Nightmare or Killer. There was a note on the table saying they had run to get supplies for the day, with a little joke from Killer at the end. He smiled, grabbing some food from the kitchen before he headed toward the couch to sit down.

Dream's door was open.

Aim sat down his food, glancing into the hallway. The door was almost always shut, but it was wide open. Maybe Dream just forgot to close it... but it was still unusual.

He remembered what the destroyer had said about that apple still being around. He knew he didn't want to take a bite... but curiosity got the better of him. He stepped inside the room.

Did they really still have the apple? That was the question the boy asked as he observed his father's room for the first time in a long while. Most of the fabric was torn, dark, and covered in goop. There was a large pile of garments in the corner. It looked like a jail cell when Shattered came out, but Aim also noticed that there was effort to clean the room up.

It wasn't hard to spot the locked drawer inside the open closet. Aim bent down in front of it and turned the lock, wondering what the code was. It must have been at least fifteen tries before the lock broke, swinging the drawer wide open.

Aim couldn't believe his eyes. Error was right. Before him was a black apple, covered in tar. There were two large bites out of it, and it glowed with an unsettling presence.

Aim's heart started to beat out of his chest. Sweat dripped along his skull and his breathing became shallow. His hands instinctively picked up the apple and twirled it around. His mind was racing and he couldn't think straight.

Destroy it! Eat it! Destroy it! Eat it! Destroy it! Eat me, come on, just one bite...

Aim shook his head. Was the apple speaking to him? He swore he heard it whisper and call to him. When it did, it looked like the most pleasant thing to nibble at. His heart pounded, and he couldn't control his own emotions anymore.

... One bite can't hurt, right?

[fishyishy]

A3! Event Translation: Pastry Chef's Specialty (2/11)

━━━━━━━━━

Juza: The parfait was delicious. Thanks for joining me, Yuki.

Yuki: You're welcome. Well, the rose-shaped strawberries on the parfait were cute too, so I had a lot of fun as well.

Juza: Yeah, I didn't know food could be presented like that. I'm also glad I could buy a souvenir for Muku.

Yuki: Yup, Muku seems like he would like these types of parfaits too, so I hope we can all go together next time.

Juza: 'S true.

Juza: .......?

Juza: This shop....was there always cake shop like this in Veludo Way?

Yuki: Huh, that's true.

Yuki: It looks new, so it may have been built recently.

Juza: ........

-----------------------------------

Director: I think everyone's here. Well then, let's get started.

Director: So, did anyone know that Veludo Way will be hosting a Sweets Contest soon?

Juza: !

Yuki: Isn't that the event we saw on the flyer, yesterday?

Juza: 'S right.

Tasuku: Sweets Contest?

Tenma: Heeh, so those types of events exist?

Tsuzuru: I don't know of them either.

Director: It seems to be a revitalization project to help liven up Veludo Way. The aim is to create a specialty sweet that represents Veludo Way.

Director: The contest will be held to decide which specialty sweet is the best.

Director: So, here comes the main point......

Director: Guy-san is planning to participate in the contest and is looking for people to help him.

Director: Can you explain the details please, Guy-san?

Guy: Yes, understood.

Guy: It's just like the director said just now, I am thinking of entering the Sweets Contest.

Guy: I was thinking about adding some sweets to the bar's menu when Citronia told me about the contest.

Guy: I do think I should expect to win the grand prize, but if I do, the sweet could become a hot topic around Veludo Way.

Guy: That way, perhaps a more diverse range of people will want to visit the bar. I will be giving it a try and work hard.

Chikage: I see.

Sakuya: I think it's an amazing idea!

Guy: However, I thought it might be difficult for me to do this alone since I do not know much about sweets.

Guy: So I talked to the Director about this, and she suggested we get everyone together to work as a team and enter.

Guy: It seems like up to 6 people may enter as a team. It would be much appreciated if everyone could help lend us their strengths.

Muku: Of course!

Kazunari: If everyone thinks together, we could make something even more delicious and aesthetically pleasing than any pastry chef, right!?

Taichi: Woahhh, brainstorming sweets together sounds super fun, it's getting me hyped up!

Guy: Thank you. This is very reassuring.

Tsumugi: Well then, let's all work together and think about which 5 members will enter along with Guy-san.

Director: That's right. A priority will go to members who are free on the day of the contest's grand prize announcement. Speaking of that, the schedule is as follows.

Banri: I mean, it would definitely be better if Omi participated, right?

Azuma: When it comes to sweets in our company, Omi's the one.

Omi: Of course, I can help you make the sweets.

Omi: However, I'm sorry.....I'm actually a bit busy with work right now, so it'll be tough for me to go on the day the Grand Prize is announced.

Director: I see. Then, who else......?

Juza: ...........Could I help out? I might not be of much use makin' em but.......

Guy: No, Juza has lots of knowledge on sweets. You are a valuable asset.

Director: That's also what I think! Juza-kun is definitely a candidate for the entering team.

Yuki: I thought for sure you'd go for it.

Yuki: I also felt excited when I saw a cute parfait yesterday, though.

Yuki: I think it would be fun to think about how sweets look when making them, so I'll give it a try I think.

Kumon: If Nii-chan's participating, then I want to participate too! I want to lend my strength to Guy-san too!

Homare: If Yuki-kun and Kumon-kun are also entering, is there anyone else who could participate?

Citron: How about Itaru? Lately, he has said he's been showing more fierceness in his work!

Itaru: Me? Nah, it's more like having more free-time, not fierceness.

Chikage: He has a point, you're not that busy right now.

Itaru: I guess you're right. I have been a loyal customer of Guy-san's bar......I don't know that much about sweets, but if you're okay with it I'd be glad to join you.

Misumi: Itaru also decides to enterrr~!

Tenma: Sweets huh......I've recently had the chance to try them in a drama I appeared in.

Tenma: They had all kinds of them, so maybe something there could be useful.

Taichi: Oooh, sounds nice huh!

Azami: The sweets that appear in dramas look super good. They're probably pretty famous popular and trending cakes.

Hisoka: If there's anyone who's seen something like that or even eaten it, that would be a great help.

Masumi: I'm fine with my work schedule.

Tenma: Yeah. I'll check with Igawa, but I don't think there'd be any problems with me participating either.

Director: Alright, so the 6 people entering will be Guy, Juza, Yuki, Kumon, Itaru, and Tenma.

Guy: I look forward to working with everyone.

-----------------------------

prev I next