#I hope it wasn't TRASH

[nonexistent-alfa]

LCF readers at the start of the story when the side characters mistook Cale to be a "good person": pfft, you fools. You couldn't have been more wrong about him. You've all just been scammed. That guy is only using you for his own benefit.

LCF readers a few hundred chapters in: wait- they actually were kinda right?? We were the fools who got scammed into believing whatever he said? Goddamn.

[redbootsindoriath]

Oh look what day it is again!

Happy Hobbit Day to all who celebrate! Here's a rushed doodle to assure you guys that I am in fact still out there somewhere on earth.

[seiwas]

hello sel!!! hru doing??

The ask game is super fun! How about Gojo + vindictive.

I hope u hv had a lovely day 🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon hello!! thanks for sending in a prompt!! i'm doing good 🥺 spending this lil vacay at home, mostly 🥺 and happy to be back writing 🥺 i hope you have the loveliest weekend 💗

contains: non-canon, childhood enemies to lovers (ish), (modern) arranged marriage, reader wears a braid and dresses

gojo + vindictive

you hate gojo satoru. you have ever since you were 5.

he's a bully―a real cocky one at that, with no regard or remorse for how his actions affect those around him.

on the day before your 6th birthday, right as your parents gathered together for the annual countdown, he gobbled up the entire plate of your favorite milk cakes before you could even take a bite. this marked the start, the beginning of a vengeance stewing inside of you.

at the age of 8, when you first learned how to do your own braids, he would tug at them, pull them free and unravel all your hard work for the past hour. you used to chase him for it, yell "satoru!" with all the strength your little lungs could muster and he would merely laugh and run faster.

the name "satoru," you've learned, must be synonymous with "sabotage," because it's all he's ever done. he threw the flower geto suguru handpicked for you straight to the ground, and purposely splashed gutter water all over the white dress you intended to wear on your first date.

not to mention, he's always rubbed in the fact that he's better than you, at everything―dangled all his accomplishments in front of you as if he knew they were just centimeters out of reach.

gojo satoru is solely responsible for tainting your childhood memories a miserable cerulean blue.

so, when your parents sit you down one day and tell you that you'll have to marry him, you feel transported in that moment, to each and every instance gojo has ever wronged you. it flips through your mind like a montage of flashbacks in a movie.

it's both surprising and not. your families have always been partners, in everything―business, education, and now you guess, life as well. you hate gojo's guts but this creates an opportunity you don't think can result from anything else.

so, sure, you'll agree to the marriage―only to make his life a living hell.

"hello, fiancée," he greets you, for the first time since the agreement.

you don't do anything to hide your disgust, face scrunching up as you spit out, "shut up, satoru."

the wedding planning is horrendous―at least, you hope it is for him. you pick out every single cake flavor you know he hates and choose the brightest venue possible for the event. the lights you pick for the afterparty are strobe lights, and you make sure to do multiple test runs just to play with his eyes. it doesn't occur to you that the solution to his light sensitivity is simple: just a plain pair of shades.

you wear plumping lip gloss on your wedding day, just so his lips burn when you have to kiss him. but gojo is either extremely numb or just good at faking it, because all he does is grin as he whispers quietly before parting, "spicy."

in preparation for your married life, you create a ledger of some sort―a book of accounts housing every single thing gojo has done wrong. you write down your plans to get him back for each of them, a list of pranks and inconveniences to make him regret ever messing with you all those years ago.

at half a year of marriage and 25 years of knowing each other, he casually tells you the big "i love you," but you're sure he doesn't mean it. you tell yourself your heart is racing from how infuriating his existence is; at how stupid his face looked when he'd said it. not anything else and most especially not the little dimple on his cheek that shows itself every now and then.

(you didn't know it yet then, but he'd found the ledger you kept and read through it all. the one-year plan, the three-year plan, the five, and so on. and it does nothing but strengthen how he feels about you, since he was 6, 14, and a few years ago at 24.

it's at your third year of marriage that you find out―how gojo's known all this time, but more importantly, how there were reasons behind every single instance you thought he was out to ruin your life.

with intelligence far beyond his age, gojo has always preferred the company of adults more than children. at age 6, he would listen in on conversations his mother had with her friends, roughly comprehending complex worlds with the simple ones he understood. someone had mentioned something about their daughter being allergic to milk. and so, when your birthday came up and all he saw were milk treats, he gobbled them all up in an effort to make sure you wouldn't be subjected to an adverse reaction―even though you were far off from any dairy allergy.

what he was sure of, however, was that you were severely allergic to bees. and when he spotted one perched right on the buttercup stem geto handed you, he had no choice but to smack it right out of your hand and down to the ground, stepping on it too, for good measure.

and, okay, maybe he was a little naughty for tugging at your braids when you'd just spent all that time doing them, but he always liked how they flowed into waves when they unravelled; how you'd chase him afterwards, angry but so, so pretty.

if there's one moment gojo will consider real sabotage, though, it's that date he stopped you from going to. like there was any way he was going to let another man see you dressed like that. he isn't nice that way. when gojo wants something, he's not sharing, and the sight of you in white―that was meant to be his and only his.)

[idon-twannabeperceived]

Me: *looks up x method/ tip for curly nd coily hair*

Results: 83 videos of women with the thinnest and straightest hair u've ever seen "here's why x method doesn't work and it RUINED MY HAIR😨🚫🚫"

Me: agarrame q la mato

[bl-bam-beyond]

LOVE IN TRANSLATION (2023, THAILAND)

Episode 7

Yang (PITTAYA SAECHUA aka DAOU) getting a bit too close at Makro with his newly appointed boyfriend Phumjai (KANTAPON JINDATAWEEPHOL aka OFFROAD) making Phumjai a little embarrassed.

@pose4photoml @lutawolf @wanderlust-in-my-soul

[arabela25]

Non-qualifiers of semi-final 1

Dance (Our Own Party), The Busker - Malta 🇲🇹

Aijā, Sudden Lights - Latvia 🇱🇻

We Are One, Wild Youth - Ireland 🇮🇪

Tell Me, TuralTuranX - Azerbaijan 🇦🇿

Burning Daylight, Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper - The Netherlands 🇳🇱

[xluciifer]

The Hellish hues of red always radiate through his windows once he awoke, groggy and displaced. No, he hadn't gotten a good night's rest ⸺ not the previous nights or most nights either. He groaned, another reminder that he was still the King of Hell in all his glory. His blackened arms rose to cover his face from the light, hoping they'd disappear and maybe, he'd be back in the golden light of Heaven. But ... it was meaningless hoping. Must be embarrassing to want to curl back into your trauma, missing the familiar comfort of ignorance. He wasn't the same man anymore, no. He was worse.

His arm shifted so his eyes could stare at the ceiling for a moment and not a second later, the hum of his doorbell rings. Who in the unholy Hell would be bothering him this early in the damn morning? Lucifer grabbed the closest duck by his bed and threw it against the wall, venting his frustrations before begrudgingly stripping himself from the bed. He couldn't be bothered at getting dressed, throwing on a simple bathrobe he tied at the waist, allowing his chest to lay lazily on display. He hadn't noticed his hair sticking everywhere like he'd just got done having a "crazy" night.

Once at the door, he opens it, and upon seeing @videoaux on the other side in his half awake state, his words come off biting.

⸺ ❝ The fuck do you want? ❞

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

okay so like two things about this particular line.

one: i like the irony in claude telling someone to trust more.

two: HOWEVER, dimitri has literally absolutely no reason whatsoever in the name of yeehaw fuckity to not trust claude. i hate the way the game tries to absolutely force the things gw/sb claude does into ag when it doesn't even exist at all in ag. he never made a single hint of planning to just betray/harm the kingdom and this is literally at their first war meeting. not just that, but claude chose to go to faerghus himself and didn't ask them to go to leicester (which he specifically states being the one to choose to go to faerghus), so there wasn't anything indicating he might be up to something at all.

then we've got this stupid nugget:

each side lacks trust and is expecting foul play? the church expects foul play from the kingdom? from the alliance which has done nothing to them in this route, and that's bad enough... but the fucking kingdom too?

the kingdom and alliance watching for foul play even though they're allies and never had a history of being aggressive toward each other?

i know i've talked about it before but... i just hate how they tried to force this "claude is always scheming something terrible" plotline, even where it doesn't belong. then they also added in the dumb bit here about even the church not trusting the other armies, even though they've... literally been helping them, gratefully, this whole war. they also didn't have to fight but chose to out of gratitude for being sheltered.

suddenly after the timeskip they just... don't trust each other?

like i totally get just being in it to reclaim gm and go home and not really in it for someone else or anyone else, but the distrust is just an asspull to make the church seem BaD as usual.

claude just walked in and wasn't trusted. they also keep hammering it in right through the whole second half of the route with lots of kingdom allies (including playable ones) not trusting him. even if they relatively trust the alliance and the soldiers helping them that were integrated into their army, they specifically do not trust claude at all and are apprehensive about him.

dimitri agrees here if they can't be trusted, but he doesn't mention just personally distrusting them a whole lot. he agrees that they should be cautious if what the others say is true, but he also just shrugs it off as "they'll be enough to deal with the alliance if so". he seems unsure at first and kinda goes back and forth, but by the end he's the only character who faithfully believes that claude isn't just fucking around and leading them on (which literally, right to the very very very end, every single character except him is still very vocally doubting claude).

but like... why? there's... just... nothing to distrust him because of in this route. man literally exists and the game wants us to believe he's untrustworthy.

yeehaw wtf??? why would anything happen between the kingdom and alliance after the war? why would anything need to happen? even if you try to argue that claude is gonna try to uwu depose of the top church officials, if the church is watching the kingdom like hawks like dimitri is apparently aware of, why would the kingdom get involved? why would they care? clearly the church doesn't trust them all that much after all, or at least anymore since the timeskip for some unknown reason, and the kingdom has now, after this war, paid back any debt it owed the church.

so like, why would they suddenly rush to the church's aid and help them if the church doesn't trust them? if they were friendly/allied it would make sense if they still wanted to help, but if the church is expecting foul play from the kingdom, why would the kingdom even care what happens to the church? they could turn a blind eye and pretend they don't have the resources to aid them anymore and that their own territory is still busy recovering.

even if you argue what they discussed at the very beginning of the war, the church either A: didn't ask for aid in this second conflict, or B: even if they did, the above stands. i don't think there would be any riots or anything like that in those cases if the kingdom didn't help the church. it's one thing to help, but it's another to just fight at the back and call of another territory, which dimitri clearly expresses he won't do in gw because he puts the safety of his people first. no matter what his feelings are on the matter, he knows he's a king and that he has a responsibility to his people first and foremost, as would be expected of a king (to protect his own people first and foremost).

while i could see claude wanting to talk after the war and get things straight, and while i could see dimitri there as a mediator, there's just... literally no reason for bad blood after all this. even if they don't trust each other, there's just no reason - and that's aside from the fact that it's total bs that they all just don't trust each other.

lorenz just asks if shez has confidence in them. doesn't mention claude. shez though just... randomly is like oh yeah btw just not claude. totally unprompted.

lorenz distrusting claude has been part of his character since houses so his part of it is reasonable. normally i'd say it's really pushing things with claude not being trustworthy for someone to say they feel bad for shez/the kingdom army for the implication of having to deal with claude even as an ally, but the only reason i give this a pass is because it's an understandable and reasonable character who says it.

still though, it's like the game throws it in at every single possible opportunity for no reason at all. they don't give us any indication that claude is this big bad evil guy. he doesn't trust the church. like... that's it. he made that clear even in ag (even without the zaharas chapter), and that's just... it. the rest of this makes it seem like claude is going to just up and invade the kingdom after this war and try to unify fodlan (i.e. just go what edelgard's been doing this whole time).

it's just like... here, nobody trusts claude at all in this game just for simply existing. you don't even have to bring him up, because someone else will do it for you and shit talk him to remind you he's the biggest piece of shit the game can offer! meanwhile, we've got marianne who is concerned about edelgard (implication is her well being no less!) because the empire's army ain't doing so hot. poor indading aggressor! sure hope she's doing okay! fuck our leader though, he's the biggest steaming pile of bullshit garbage to ever exist (marianne didn't say that, but that's what the narrative is going for: poor edelgard, it's so sad that the invader is having it rough right now. anyway fuck claude he's literally as evil as tws).

i love ag but i'd say this is one of if not the worst hiccup in the writing. when it comes to faerghus itself and its characters, it's mostly fine and even great, but when it starts going into other territories/characters it ends up taking a nosedive in quality.

siiigh

[long-distance-love]

This won't be like my usual posts, but I want to make one thing clear: this is a safe space for the LGBTQ+ community, and any minorities for that matter. If you hate any of them, if you speak out against them and actively try to make their lives miserable to fuel your own (fucked up) beliefs, you're not welcome here.

[meliohy]

ok ok I talked to a colleague and now all's good. I'm motivated af for the interview this afternoon. I'm getting that fucking job. Everyone wants me to get that job anyway. I'm done being nice now I'm letting them know they better give me that job and sign the papers in the next month else I'm quitting. Good luck with finding yet another engineer to work in the middle of nowhere when you're already struggling to hire 💅

[starlitangels]

@frenchiefitzhere for you, my friend! 875 words

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The Imperium can say what it will about President Lasko Moore of the Imperial Academy of Dahlia, but no one can ever deny he is observant.

A long day came and went, and in the blink of an eye, you’re knocking on the door to his house. It’s late. He’s probably in the process of getting ready to go to sleep for the night—

“Well. I’ll admit I didn’t expect to see you on my porch tonight,” he says with a slight smile curling on the corners of his lips. It quickly vanishes as his eyes flick up and down, taking you in. “What’s wrong?”

“Long day,” you mutter.

Blinking to try and stop the stinging of dry eyes, you take a moment to really look at him.

He’s still in his work clothes—but his tie is loose, the knot below even his sternum, and there are three buttons of his shirt undone. You can just catch a glimpse of ink on his chest. The edge of that tattoo. He takes a step back and opens the door wider. “Come in,” he says.

You duck into the house. Wrapping an arm around you, he closes his front door and leads you into the living room, sitting on the couch and guiding you into his lap.

“Tell me everything,” he insists.

Almost like he’d magically compelled you to, like a vampire’s trance, you do. Every irritation, every frustration, every piece of the day that had rubbed you the wrong way. You go and go and go until you have no more words left. Until your complaint of the alarm going off in the morning has left your lips and there’s nothing left from your day that he doesn’t know.

Lasko sits beneath you, running a hand idly over your back, and listens. Honestly, sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s tuned you out, but it never seems like he does. He asks questions and follows up on them days later. It never feels like he’s tuned you out.

When you’re finished, he takes a deep breath. “Are we looking for solutions or were you just wanting to get it off your chest?” he asks finally.

“Uh...” You’re honestly not entirely sure.

“Because I have several solutions I’m ready to give you. But I know that’s not always what you’re looking for, dear,” he continues. “Granted, you always shoot down my solutions as being too harsh so...” He almost giggles. “Maybe you don’t want them.”

“I’m fine with just getting it off my chest.”

He sucks the back of his teeth in a tsk noise and twists a pink curl around his finger. Yours. You blink at it. He’s being so gentle you can barely feel the slight tug at the roots. “Shame,” he says. “Some of my ideas are particularly delicious.” He pauses, regarding you. “But, if you want to just sit here with your head on my chest, we can do that.”

You rest your head to his chest. Your position had pulled his button-down aside enough to expose the entire feather on his pectoral. You rest your cheek against it, listening to the gentle, steady beat of his heart.

“How was the academy for you today? You heard how it was for me,” you say.

He tsk, tsk, tsks and shakes his head. “None of that, my dear,” he croons. “It doesn’t matter how my day was. If yours was bad, then that’s what I’ll focus on.” He runs a hand through that blond hair of his, mussing it in a way that he’s only ever let you see. You’re fairly certain no one has seen the professional, put-together academy president in such a casual state since before he was a student at the academy. 

You’re more than well aware that he saves this particular look of his just for you.

“But—”

“Ah-ah,” he interrupts. “Not tonight. I know that you want to reciprocate, and I appreciate it. But that’s not what you need right now.” He kisses the crown of your head. He rubs your back again. “Right now, you just need me. Holding you. Keeping you safe. The academy works us both hard, Frenchie. And there are days when one of us handles it better than the other. That’s fine. That’s what give-and-take is about, understand?”

“I... guess you’re right.”

“D’aw. Of course I am.” Another kiss pops onto the back of your head. “Now. Be a good girl and let me hold you here, okay?”

“Okay.”

His arms wrap around you. The fake, decorative fireplace turns on, pretend flames swaying back and forth lazily in a way that true fire is too fast for. He rocks slightly. More on instinct than a conscious choice.

“Lasko?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Thanks.”

He gives you a small smile. “It’s what we do for each other, Frenchie.”

You wrap his tie around your hand where it’s still loose around his neck and tug on it. He chuckles and lets you pull him closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Just sit with me,” he whispers. “It’s going to be alright. I’ll make sure of it. I promise.”

“That’s a dangerous promise, President Moore.”

“Aw. And one I’d only ever make for you.”

[bluemoonrabbit]

It was a good day for finds: a handmade sweater from an estate sale, and a perfectly nice pot from someone's trash.

But also a small child in a treehouse dumped water on my head so 🤷🏻‍♀️

[anaalnathrakhs]

jesus i hope i can sleep in my bed tonight i would LOVE to not freeze to death

[cowboygimmick]

a girl on here used to hate me bc I hated her comfort character (Bucky Barnes) but would never admit it, just passive aggressively police my every post instead of, like, blocking or even unfollowing me, she sent me anonymous asks every time I came close to slipping up, called me a "personality-less white woman in a leather jacket," got unbelievably mad and vagued about me when I gently suggested she unfollow me (there were a lot of "I can't believe I ever thought you were an ally, I'm done trusting white girls"), and would get upset at me for reblogging stuff that black fangirls would post about racism in fandom bc she didn't like the language used.... instead of getting upset at the OPs bc she knew she'd get rightfully dragged for criticizing how they talked about their experience.

the last post she made about me after I soft blocked her went something like "oh so thats how it is.... well I got receipts, bitch :)" receipts for what? me being confused about why you're anonymously yelling at me about how I'm infantilizing a black character by writing sick comfort headcanons about them?

[tired-and-unjellied]

Yesterday:

Oh, there is an offer [couldn't hear what she said because I was half-asleep], did you see it?

Yes (I have an RSS flux on that website)

Why didn't you candidate?

Idk; i'm still reading through it to make the cover letter (I hate cover letters so I stack offers first)

Today:

look into it despite not knowing the exact keywords, search by region and find an offer I already had bookmarked turned out I applied to this one in April and they turned me down last month remove the bookmark and continue and fail to find the offer I'm looking for

Did you apply to the offer?

No; I'm still curating info (a lie, in an attempt to make her stfu)

Why? You probably game all day [incessant whining]

Decide to look the offer up by the city zip code, struggle to find it because I forgot the zip code of that city find the offer; it's the offer I had bookmarked and already applied to

FML

[medicinemane]

I need to die already