#I know why. I just need to be able to have the energy to do those things and I just do not

[shy2-29]

Hii I really love your writing style since Taesan has been looking a lil too captivating these days I was wondering if you could turn this small fantasy into a short story 😭❤️

What I envision is like a sweet yet quite boy who likes to tease y/n he has a fair amount of friends and a good social group but towards them he’s more jumpy and immature with you he’s has a bubbly like soft persona. He’s mature and treats y/n like a princess. I was hoping you could add your own twist to this (like you were able to do with the heesung story “why didn’t you text back). Also as mature as he is he has a hard time controlling himself around y/n and can become really clingy with lack of attention. 🧃

OMG WHAT WHY IS THIS ACTUALLY SO GOOD???!

TAESAN AS UR BF ◟⠀ 한동민 ❝　⎯⎯ 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸    ⸝⸝   “𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽,” — 𝖧𝖺𝗇 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇

𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋    ⠀'ㅅ'⠀   (7OO)    ｡   𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉    ..   但    𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀     「 MORE 」

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01. boyfriend!taesan who tries to seem cool in from of his friends, leaving you confused on the personality switch. 02. boyfriend!taesan who praises you for literally everything you do.

“Did you eat yet princess?” “Yeah” “Good girl” | “I just walked the dogs” “you worked so hard y/n, go lie down”

03. boyfriend!taesan who doesn’t let you put on your shoes

he stops you from putting on your shoes as he bends down and grabs it from your hands. “no princess should get there hands dirty”

04. boyfriend!taesan who is clingy around you and whines a lot

“y/nnnnn when will you be home?” | “it’s been an hour, taesan”

05. boyfriend!taesan who likes seeing you wear his hoodies

sneaks behind you and gives you a big back hug as he takes in his own scent mixed with yours | presses gentle kisses on top of your head

06. boyfriend!taesan who does skincare with you

“I look like you when I wear this headband, don’t I? But how come I don’t become a princess when I wear it?”

07. boyfriend!taesan who begs to snuggle up in bed for just a little longer when it’s cold—but you have to go

“five more minutes, please y/nnn! you’re so warm and you smell so good…”

08. boyfriend!taesan who calls you a lot of pet names

“babe, do you have plans today?” | “you look so good like this honey” | “are you cold princess?”

09. boyfriend!taesan who calls you 자기야 (jagiya) — often translated to honey, darling, or sweetie

“jagiya, are you hungry?” | “jagiya, I’ll be home from work soon~ don’t miss me too much”

10. boyfriend!taesan who likes to shower you with kisses

forehead, nose, cheek, lips, neck, hand, ear, etc etc

11. boyfriend!taesan who cares you around

“You shouldn’t waist your energy, here I’ll help” | piggyback, bridal style, more…

12. boyfriend!taesan who loves holding your hand

“see? Don’t your hands feel warmer?”

13. boyfriend!taesan who loves to take photos of you

“let me take a photo of you over there, it’s pretty” | “why don’t I take a photo of you princess?”

14. boyfriend!taesan who flops onto the bed and clings onto you after a long day at work

“y/n I’m exhausted…need my charger” | “mhh, missed you princess”

15. boyfriend!taesan who gets extra clingy when you call someone else cute that isn’t him

“taesan, I need to go use the washroom!” “Is Riwoo actually cuter than me?” “Of course not, you know you’re the cutest” “say it again y/n”

16. boyfriend!taesan who likes to show your parents silly videos he takes of you

“and this is a video of y/n doing ____, it was so cute, right y/n?”

17. boyfriend!taesan who pouts when you ask him to do agyeo when he asks you to do something

“really y/n? right now?”

Cried for hours making this it’s so bad but first bnd Drabble if you have any requests, feel free to ask

tag list: @yxonboon

[bitebitekxll]

Physical Catalyst

Notes: Years ago I read an isekai fic that referred to guns as ‘physical catalysts’ which is where I got the name from (haven’t been able to find it but I’ll link it if I do) but the rest are just my own musings about a reader with a gun in Teyvat. Also first attempt at making a divider, but I think it’s kinda cool

So whether it’s SAGAU or regular isekai, imagine reader is in Teyvat, no one knows they’re not from Teyvat, and they have a gun.

This in and of itself isn’t a big deal, most people carry weapons in this world and tons of them have guns. But the thing is, they’re not the same as real world guns, are they?

Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but every case of guns we’ve seen in genshin (pyro fatui skirmishers, Chevreuse) shoot out what looks like elemental energy. Maybe they’re bullets infused with elemental energy, like what we see with the arrows for the bow users, except the bow users can still shoot regular arrows. We never see the guns shoot regular/non elemental bullets.

Which is why my theory (that might be pulled apart in a future update but for now…) is that they don’t exist. Teyvat guns are capable of shooting elemental energy, maybe fuelled by the wielder’s vision/delusion or maybe using some kind of pellets, but they are not equipped to shoot with the force needed to make a regular bullet be of any use.

So when reader shows up and has a gun from their world? Oh boy. A handgun is no weapon of mass destruction, but anything that can take down a lawachurl in one well-aimed headshot will terrify Teyvat’s inhabitants. I mean, their guns do damage too, sure, but it’s a relative amount. A burn from a shot of pyro, a shock from a shot of electro. The concept of a gun that can instantly kill someone, quicker and easier than an arrow? Using a tiny piece of metal that isn’t even sharp and doesn’t explode? You are going to throw entire nations into chaos.

If word gets out about it, you’re gonna have law enforcement from across all the continent investigating you, not to mention the fatui— be prepared for the harbingers to be hunting down your ass trying to get their hands on such a powerful weapon

Of course that’s only if you let the cat out of the bag. Use your weapon away from prying eyes, and you’ll probably be fine. Dead hiluchurls tell no tales, after all. Or men, if you’re more chill with murder.

It probably wouldn’t be too hard to find a metalsmith who could take one of your bullets and make more. Though I wonder what explanation you’d give as to what it is, without giving away the ‘deadliest handheld weapon in history’ thing.

Idk I just think the introduction of bullet-operated guns in Teyvat is interesting, might write some stuff for the different characters reactions to it at some point

[thezombieprostitute]

Sooo, I got this thought and think I share it with you… I know Christmas is over but the thought is there, so it’s Christmas now🙂‍↕️😂

What if… Jake wants to make all pretty for Christmas and when you come home from shopping you find him underneath the Christmas tree stuck in the lights that are supposed to be in the tree.

And you make a joke about it, while he blushes and confesses that he got stuck somehow?😂🥺

Considering I have yet to put away my Christmas tree (I'll be doing it next week) I'm gonna say it's not too late for a Christmas idea.

You'd been having so much trouble getting into the holiday spirit this year. More people to buy for with less money to spend. Exhausted physically and mentally but still having to push yourself to bake, work and meet with friends and family. You just weren't feeling it this year.

Jake was incredibly worried about you. Every year at Christmas you'd never failed to at least somewhat get into the spirit, to play Christmas music while dancing and baking. But he saw your exhaustion and frustration this year.

So he decided to do a little something to help you.

Knowing how much you enjoyed the Christmas tree, especially with the Christmas lights on and the apartment lights off, he decided to start there. You always said you found it so peaceful to just sit and look at the pretty lights and you could use some peace right now.

He sets to, bringing up the tree and decorations from storage. Mentally he goes through the checklist, making sure he adds elements in the same order as you. He's pretty sure it's tinsel, then lights, then ornaments. But it might be lights, then tinsel, then ornaments.

Jake opts to start with the lights but soon has trouble making sure they're properly distributed so he plugs them in so he can see his progress. He ends up so focused on how the lights look in the tree he fails to notice the strings wrapping around his legs as he steps here and there to reach around the tree.

He goes to take another step and staggers, grabbing onto the tree to keep from falling, only to take the tree with him, pinning it against the wall.

Jake takes a breath to steady himself and assess his situation. He's definitely stuck. His feet are trapped in the cords and if he tries to push himself away from the wall, he's going to fall on his back, if he's lucky.

That's when you walk in.

"JAKE! Oh my god, are you okay? What do you need me to do?"

Jake smiles at the fact that your first instinct is to help, not to laugh. With your help he's able to right himself without breaking the tree or tripping on the lights.

It's only after he's finally sitting down and assuring you he's okay that you finally let out your laughter.

"I should've taken a photo," you shake your head. "But I was so worried about you!"

Jake gives you a big hug, "that's because your a good person who makes sure I'm okay before laughing at my stupidity."

"Can I ask why you were setting up the tree without me?"

"You've been so tired and stressed about the holiday. I wanted to do something to help you get into the spirit. I know how much the tree lights help---"

Jake is cut off by you giving him a big kiss. He eagerly returns your energy and almost whines when you pull away.

"Thank you, Jake. I really appreciate this."

His smile grows, "anything for you."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[yallthemwitches]

It's enough to make him embarrass himself right then and there. The danger of it all—her writhing on top of him where anyone can see, the soft flush of her skin and the glassy stare of her eyes. How could he say no to anything she asks of him now? He can’t, it’s unfathomable. 

It's the year our lord 1.1.2025 and I'm already posting plotless jily smut. Happy new year?

NSFW---read on AO3 or below the cut!

“Can the Quidditch Captain spare some time for his girlfriend?”

James looks up from the various parchment littering the couch. Lily stares down, her potions kit swung at her waist. He loves all versions of Lily but he has a particular fondness for this one: her right after potions, hair a bit blown out and wavy from leaning inwards towards the steaming cauldron, a slight sheen to her skin, and a triumphant, irresistible smile on her lips.

He responds by theatrically pushing all of the scribbled quidditch plays off the couch and onto the ground in a cloud of parchment. Around them, various students look up to watch the gesture—averting their eyes when they realize that it’s not a scuffle, but just them. From the corner of his eye he can see where his mates have sequestered themselves to avoid his endless quidditch speak and Sirius lifts his hands in mock exasperation. So you will stop for her but not for US?

She slides down onto his lap with learned ease, ignoring the empty space on the couch beside him. He would have been happy with her legs dangling just over the side of him, but at his beckoning, she swings herself into a straddle with both thighs on either side of his—something she has gotten experienced at in unused classrooms in the past months. 

It is forward—probably wildly inappropriate—but fuck does he love it. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while,” she hums, carding a hand softly through his hair. 

“You saw me this morning.”

“Catching you bleary-eyed as you sleepwalk to your classes is hardly seeing you.”

He knows she is right. The full moon this month had been brutal—the cold air seemingly doing something to Moony’s nerves. Nights spent corralling a restless werewolf left little energy for much else once the morning came—and that was before considering the match approaching and homework piling up. It felt like in the past week the only time he had been able to see her was when she put in the effort—stealing herself to crawl in his bed at night just to wake up and find him already gone for practice.

He sighs, pulling her in close so she can rest her head on the crook of his neck. 

“I’m so sorry Lils—really I am. How can I make it up to you?”

She hums again, pressing her lips against where his neck and collarbone intersect. The vibration shoots straight through him and his body reacts in turn. He might be busy—fucking knackered—but that doesn’t mean that he’s forgotten how hungry he is for her. He could be half dead and that part of him would never subside. 

“You could let me help you relax a little.”

Another press of her lips, parted and hot against his neck. He can’t help himself, a low moan falls out, leaning his head back to give her more space to roam. At his feet, the abandoned parchment crinkles faintly, the noise distant and hollow as though heard through a long tunnel; the buzz of other students around them turning into a singular white noise that only heightens the feel of her against him. 

“Evans.” 

He doesn’t need to say anything else because she knows exactly what she’s doing to him. She’s the expert at it—riling him up until the whole world falls away except for an acute sensation to have her. They are pathetic really—they shagged a day ago, maybe two days ago. They should be content with that right? Normal couples, regular sane ones that is, would be perfectly happy with those numbers. So why did they both always feel like every second passed not tangled together is fucking hell?

She pulls her head up just enough to slowly take his top lip between hers, moving like honey as her nails scratch at the nape of his neck. He goes limp underneath her, hands untucking the back of her uniform so he can press into bare skin. 

Above his hammering heartbeat, he can hear her whisper a breathy fuck and she tilts her head upwards to give him access to the pale underside of her jaw. He sucks softly against her skin and her hips drag forward, teasing an already straining erection in his trousers. 

“Godric Lily.”

He knows they should calm down. They are Heads students…in the bloody common room with a quarter of the Gryffindor house for merlins’ sake, but another wave of her hips and all coherent thought spirals again. 

“It’s a shame I had to sleep in my own dorm the past couple nights,” she murmurs, lips wet against his ear. Under her shirt, his hands traverse around to her front, shifting upwards to find her nipples pebbled and sensitive. 

“I quite like how disheveled you look after full moon nights—your messy hair…rumpled clothes…it makes me so desperate for you I can hardly focus for the rest of the day.”

A foreign noise leaves his mouth, fingers pinching softly at her nipples, wishing he could just rip her blouse open, lean forward and take one in his mouth. 

“I’m so pathetic. I don’t think there is a single day this week where I haven’t touched myself thinking about you. You always think you're the hungry one, Potter, but I’m just as addicted. I need you.”

A small, hot hand reaches under her shirt and takes hold of his hand. She guides it down against her ribcage and stomach before pulling it out of her shirt and towards their laps. Breath catching, he has just enough mental capacity to look down and watch both their hands disappear under the flare of her skirt and come in contact with the warm, soaked knickers at her center. 

“I want you.” It comes out rushed, breathless. His urgency at a critical level. “Merlin fuck how are you this wet already? How are you this wet for me?”

Her hand doesn’t leave his, moving slowly so it drags against the sticky fabric and presses down into her folds. Her hips undulate forward but with a certain constraint that a more coherent James would recognize as stealth due to their current setting. He knows he should survey their surroundings, be more aware of who might be watching, but her hips grind into his hand and his eyes snap upwards, catching her head falling back in a gasp. 

“Please, touch me. I’ll be quiet.” 

It’s enough to make him come right then and there. The danger of it all—her writhing on top of him where anyone could see, the soft flush of her skin and the glassy stare of her eyes. How could he say no to anything she asks of him now? He can’t, it’s unfathomable. 

Her hand leaves his against her slick center, but instead of emerging from her skirt, he feels the shuffled of her knickers and a pressure pushing past. He holds back every colorful word he wants to scream into the air as her eyes close from her own touch, her finger pumping inside herself once, twice, then reappearing over her skirt. 

He doesn’t think twice. He moves his other hand quickly to catch hers and pulls it up to his mouth. Arching an eyebrow, he parts his lips and slips the fingers inside, tasting her sweet and tangy against his tongue. 

Her eyes clamp shut and she leans into him, rocking all the way forward to rest her forehead against his. 

“Fucking christ, James.”

He doesn’t need a hand against her to know she is already close—her lips are parted and breathy like they get when she is edging on a release, her eyes absolutely pleading.

“Godric, I want to be inside you—I want to use my mouth to make you scream. Give me a second, and we can go upstairs and I swear I’ll do that Lils. Just a moment–”

“No.”

Her hips crash against his hand again—it's not a question but a demand. 

“We can do that later, but touch me first. Fuck, I’m so close already. Please, baby.”

Her thighs press into his sides at the use of the pet name, taunting him to continue. It’s a dirty trick on her part—she knows how much he loves when she calls him that, knows that when she uses it, it means she’s fucking desperate.

His fingers curl around the shred of fabric and slide easily into her. Her center feels like hot oil and it takes little effort to work in and out. He’s thankful for it, his hand only needing to move in slight increments to reach the little knot of nerves inside her–a motion he hopes looks at least vaguely unsuspecting to an outsider. 

On top of him, she leans on his chest as though sleeping. He wraps his other arm around her waist, holding her to him while his other continues to pump between them, hidden from view by the press of her body. Under her breath, she bites back moans��noises that if in any other setting she would have screamed into the air like affirmations. 

“Right there baby. I’m close—right on the edge—fuck James fuck.”

His hand twitches upwards, curling right into the place he knows will break her. She snaps away from him, pulling herself up with wild eyes. Grabbing at both sides of his head with her hands she slots his mouth open to catch the moan that he knows all too well as the sound of her climax. Her fingers massage through his hair, enticing him to keep moving, pulling her through orgasm.

Only until she pulls his head back does he realize he had closed his eyes. Despite coming seconds ago, she is already moving again, breathing heavily against his cheek and body craning forward so her hand can reach down and grab at his belt. 

“That was fucking incredible.” Her hand fumbles with the belt, getting it undone with a tug. “

“Let me show you. Let me feel you inside me.” Another tug. Her walls constrict around the fingers still inside her, already ready for a second go…

“I think we could do it—it would only take a few adjustments and I could–”

“Well–isn’t this cozy.” 

A new voice cuts through her plan, breaking the heavy mental fog that had descended on him since the moment she sat down. His eyes snap open, neck moving slowly to find what he already knows is waiting.

Sirius leans his body across the armrest on the other side of the couch, head propped up on his hands with an expression so smug it looks downright lethal. 

“Am I interrupting something?” He purrs, his grin growing wider. James watches his eyes flick from Lily’s flushed face to his undone belt back up to him, an eyebrow arched to say you’re never living this down. Not ever. 

Lily pushes away, locking her arms straight against his shoulders in an almost comical gesture, but James keeps holding her against him, hoping that by doing so Sirius can’t see everything going on between them, saving at least some embarrassment. 

“I would like to go on record saying I was more than willing to let you two fuck each other’s brains out in front of unsuspecting impressionable minds…but prissy prefect over there–” Sirius juts a thumb behind him towards a frowning Remus and blushing Peter, “--seems to think it is unwise for the Head students to disturb the younger members of the student body.”

Lily leans forward, pressing her forehead into his chest with a moan, making Sirius’ smile only grow more triumphant.

“Don’t hex the messenger,” Sirius tuts, “I’ve done my duty as a civil servant and lackey to more conservative minds. By the way…Prongs, where’s your hand?”

“Please piss off,” James seethes through his teeth. Against his chest, Lily mouths various muggle swears into his shirt. 

With a flash of his teeth, Sirius picks himself up and lopes away, his shoulders holding a mirth that can only come from amusement at others’ expense. Afraid to look, James steals a glance at Remus who had begun shaking his head. Fucking unbelievable. 

“We are the worst,” Lily whines into his shirt, hands balling up into the fabric. “They should revoke our Heads’ titles.”

“Absolutely worth it,” James snorts. Lily pulls her head up, giving him a discerning glare. 

“This is your fault, you know. If you hadn’t left me the past couple days to—”

James rears back, incredulous. “My fault? Lily, you climbed on my lap and started…y’know wiggling. What is a bloke supposed to do? Take that lying down?”

She frowns, considers it, then collapses back into his chest. 

“Fuck, ok—so I’m the worst. You were just the… the accessory.”

“An accessory, eh?”

He gets up so fast she has to wrap her legs around him to hold on, lest she fall back onto the floor. He picks her up, cradling her and moving quick—behind them, at least a dozen sets of eyes stare in shock.

She has half the mind to ask him what the fuck he is doing, making even more of a scene than they already have, but she doesn’t need to. Against her, he is still hard, unbearably so–and he slopes his way towards the boys’ staircase like his life depends on it. 

“Not that I’m not absolutely chuffed to be your little toy, Evans. But I seem to recall a mention of some reciprocation.”

He bounds up the steps, meanwhile, his hand has already found its way under her skirt, clawing at the band of her knickers. 

“I hope you don’t mind but I’d like a little privacy though,” he says as he kicks open the door to the dorm. With a quick flick, he silences and locks the room. 

“Call me modest—a traditionalist if you will– but I much prefer you completely unrestrained..” he throws her on the bed and in a second has slotted himself between her legs, arms wrapped around her thighs and lips kissing upwards. She steals herself a loud, guttural moan when his lips make contact with her center, tongue already passing through his earlier work.

“--and for fuck’s sake, as loud as you want.”

[aro-in-danyl]

S1E9 TimeTravel AU - Jayce enlists Jinx to blow up the HexGates. Cait and Vi bond over their siblings going crazy. Silco is tired.

Ekko arrives a bit earlier just as Jayce is shooting Viktor in the chest. Jayce gets sent back in time somehow from the combined power of the Z-Drive and the Commune's collective death.

Jayce's consciousness rockets back in time and splices with his younger self just as he's finished 'negotiating' with Silco. Still reeling from his Arcane induced-trauma and killing his partner as well as who knows how many people by proxy, he arrives half feral and about 99.7% convinced he's either hallucinating or in Runeterra's version of Hell.

Jayce, canonically suicidal, Talis comes to the conclusion that he needs to blow up the Hex Gates and that the resulting explosions will either jar him out of his hallucination or finally put him out his misery and let him join Viktor.

Unfortunately, after months spent in isolation in an apocalyptic future, Jayce has gained an unfortunate habit of talking to himself as he figures out problems.

And Silco has been standing there the whole time.

Silco reiterates that he's not going to give up Jinx and Jayce just goes 'I don't give a fuck about her anymore' and attempts to leave.

Silco is absolutely befuddled by Jayce's complete personality change, but refuses to show it. After raising Jinx, he's learned a few methods for bringing people back from the edge. And considering his investment in getting access to the Hex Gates, he is very unwilling to let Jayce just walk away.

Especially when Jayce mentions he's supposed to be dead.

----

Silco convinces Jayce he'll need an explosions expert and that he'd never be able to blow up all the Hex Gates by himself. Jayce holds resentment for Jinx blowing up his partner and pseudo-sister's mom but had calmed down enough to realize that if he was in the past, it would be better to be close to Jinx and prevent history from repeating itself.

Cue Silco and Sevika having to wrangle Arcane-ified Jayce and Shimmered Jinx and prevent them both from causing Hexplosions.

Jayce, dis-illusioned with the Council, decides it would be faster to just pull a Viktor and 'not ask for permission' before destroying Hextech. He tells Silco that if he's willing to help destroy the Hex Gates, he'll give him his nation of Zaun -- and pardon Jinx.

---

Elsewhere, in Piltover, Viktor has collapsed in the lab and entered a coma. There's a strange pattern on his chest and back. Almost as if he'd been shot with a very powerful energy blast from a very large hammer. But no injury, it was as if it had already been healed.

---

When Jinx kidnaps Cait and Vi, Jayce is the one to ask her to spare Cait and let her leave. But also, the one to stop Cait from shooting Jinx.

"Stand down, Sprout."

"What are you doing! She's killed people Jayce."

"So have I. And I need her." Jayce is still suffering hallucinations and time-travel-induced jetlag, so in the tense moment he forget when he is and admits to killing Salo and blowing a hole through Viktor's chest.

Caitlyn is more shocked by the latter, "You-you killed Viktor?" She liked Viktor as a friend, they got along despite their differences. "Why? Why would you do that!"

Jayce, dissociating and in complete sincerity, "Because I needed to save him."

Following that insane response, Jayce slowly walks toward Cait with a pleading look in his eye, "Jinx is going to help me destroy HexTech and then we can save everyone. And then I can focus on curing Viktor!"

Cait looks into Jayce's -her brother's- eyes and understands Vi a little bit more, her desperation to see the good in Jinx.

Caitlyn can see her brother in this stranger's eyes, but he feels miles away. She has no idea how she's going to reach him.

[writingdevil]

Tongues and Teeth PT.9 (STP)

(There will be an Epilogue!So I will say all my final thoughts then!Also,I was thinking about accepting any STP prompts you might want to see-whether it be shipping or otherwise.I just want to write more for this fandom so feel free to send in any prompts! For now-enjoy,and I hope you've enjoyed the journey thus far!)

*

"OPPY!"

That was the last thing Opportunist heard before pain exploded all over his body,and he lost consciousness.

Losing consciousness in his own body was much different than when the Decider did.In His head, everything just felt like blinking-one minute you're being skewered by a princess with blades for arms, and the next-you're arguing with an Echo on a path again.

But right now,everything just felt-peaceful.It felt like he was having a deep,relaxing nap,and nothing could touch him anymore.None of the outside problems felt important anymore while in this state.There wasn't a need for performing,or lying or scheming.

All there was,was him and and this eternal slumber.

Was it bad to want to stay like this?

The more he thought about it,the clearer his brain became,until there was a throbbing pain in the back of his head.At first,he thought it was his body punishing him for thinking such things-until he realised that he was just waking up.

He bit down on the groan of pain threatening to expose his weakness and status,blinking blearily up at the pink sky.

He was lying down on the ground,not in the field anymore,so he could only assume he had been taken back to camp.He just kept staring at the blushing sky,wondering how long he had been out.

When he heard a mixture of light and heavy footsteps,he immediately closed his eyes again and feigned sleeping.The footsteps got closer,until he heard a sigh that was undeniably Broken.

He felt the sad,pitying eyes on him as Broken asked,"Do you think he'll wake up?"

Then a gruff voice that could only be Stubborn,let a huff of laughter out as he said,"Of course he will. He'd crawl out of hell if it meant getting his way with us.He'll be awake in no time."

A long pause.Then,Broken quietly pointed out,"It's been a whole day."

He heard Stubborn sigh,then said,"Yeah,but he'll pull through,I know it.C'mon,let's go."

He heard nothing else as they walked away,and Opportunist waited a whole five minutes before opening his eyes,sighing tiredly.

A whole day?He'd been out that long,and they hadn't thought to get rid of him?Maybe they just didn't want his dirty blood on their conscience.Yeah that made more sense for why they had kept him alive.

He was aware that his mind was-more messy than it usually was.Dark thoughts that Opportunist usually buried deep behind his fake smiles, were now freely bouncing around in his head,and he simply didn't have the mental energy to push them away right now,which was a problem.

It was a problem because it meant he couldn't successfully use his mask in this state.

He can't believe that he's in this position because he decided to protect Hero and Paranoid.Why did he think that would be a good idea?How would that give him an advantage?Sure,it made him look good,but he certainly didn't feel good right now.

The only thing he knew was that he remembered that monster slipping past them and rushing straight for the two of them.

All Opportunist knew in that moment was the cold horror that took over him,and his body moved before his mind realised what he was doing.All he knew was that he had to protect his flock.

He slowly sat up,quietly hissing to himself in pain. He could feel something on the back of his head, and his back ached as well.He had to take a few minutes to let the pain finish drumming through his body,before he was able to think coherently again.

Everything seemed relatively okay now,so that must meant that Hero and Paranoid were alive and well.Which was great!The whole flock's back together,just like how Paranoid wanted.The goal that the two of them had set out to do was completed. All the fragments had been put back together.

But now it was time for Opportunist to leave the picture.

The minuscule act of twisting his body around alone was enough to send waves of pain through him,but he kept going.

There's no-point in Opportunist sticking around anymore,and the others would see that soon enough.They would realise that Opportunist had no place in their lives anymore,and would be desperate to kick the backstabber out,so he might as well just show himself out while he still had some dignity left.

He tried standing up,but that proved to be too much right now,and he ended up clutching his head in dizzy pain.But the urge to leave only grew stronger,a desperate panic that was building up inside of him.

He needed to leave.He's done his job,and now they have no use for him anymore.What was the point of someone like him without a purpose?Back with Him,although the others may not have liked him, they could at least understand that he was needed in that situation,just a voice in someone's head.

But now they were free,with their own confusing bodies and feelings,so they could do whatever they wanted,whether that was stick together or go their separate ways.

The thing was,though-that Opportunist didn't belong in one of those options.There was no use for an opportunist when your life wasn't in danger,or when everyone's reunited and happy.Why would there be?All that you're left with is someone that you know will betray you if it meant that they got a better hand.

There wasn't a need for Opportunist when all the others want is a peaceful life,so he had no choice but to leave.His flock could finally be happy without him,because they could never trust a self-serving backstabber like him.

Getting to his feet was clearly too hard right now,so he settled for shifting to his knees,which still had his head banging,but he managed to go through with the action.

He sat there,waiting for his head to stop spinning, so he didn't hear the rustling of leaves,until he saw Hunted standing right in front of him,crouched to be face-to-face.

"You need to rest,"Hunted softly insisted,but Opportunist just waved him away and replied,"I'm fine,Hunted.Just give me a few minutes and I'll be up and ready to go."

Hunted shook his head,missing the true meaning in Opportunist's words,and said,"No,you need to rest. You have a concussion."

"Oh,is that what happened?"

"Yes.You were bleeding as well,but that's stopped now."

"How?"

Opportunist couldn't do anything to stop Hunted from gently reaching for the back of his head and softly touching it.Opportunist winced,and Hunted explained,"The forest has herbs that heal,that can be used as medicine.I found some,stopped the bleeding,used leaves to protect your skull."

So that was what he was feeling against his head. He scrunched his face up in discomfort as Hunted carefully peeled the leaves off his head,and he dreaded to think about the mess his feathers were in now.

Hunted studied him with a cautious eye."You should go back to sleep.I can watch over you." Opportunist grimaced and made a noise of complaint at the suggestion,missing the surprised look on Hunted.

He placed his palms firmly on the ground as he said,"Thanks,but no thanks.I won't take up much more of your time."He made another attempt at standing,but this one was stopped by Hunted gently grabbing his wrists."What are you doing?"

Opportunist just gave him a pointed look."I'm trying to leave."Instantly,Hunted's eyes went wide with panic,feathers puffing up in alarm not unlike Paranoid.He shook his head firmly."No.You need to stay. You're not well enough,and safer with us."

Opportunist rolled his eyes,which only worsened his pain,then quietly said,"It's fine,Hunty.I know when I'm not needed.I'll be out of all your feathers now."He managed to rip his hands out of Hunted's grasp,but that may have been due to the other bird's shock.

Everything was getting too honest for his liking,so without waiting another moment,he shot to his feet,groaning low as he swayed and struggled to keep his balance.Hunted made a sound of concerned surprise,standing up as well and reaching his arms out to catch him.

But Opportunist could stand on his own two feet. He's used to doing a lot of things by himself,and this time would be no different,no matter how much he appreciated Hunted fretting over him.It didn't matter.Hunted doesn't want somebody like him.

"Stop-sit down,"Hunted urged,but Opportunist didn't even give him a shining smile as he said, "Don't worry about it.You'll all be glad to get rid of me,I just know it."in a tired,empty voice.

Hunted valued survival.So did Opportunist.It's what made them great counterparts.But the only way for Hunted and the others to feel safe,was to get rid of the annoyance that nobody wanted anymore.

Opportunist could respect that,admire that even. He tried to show that to the other,that he was completely fine and put together and not falling apart.But when he looked at Hunted,his voice was quiet yet brimming with too raw emotions,and he found that he couldn't look Hunted in the eyes as he whispered,"I know you all hate me,so just let me leave in peace."

Hunted stared at him in shock.

That-That shouldn't of come out.

This fucking concussion was ruining everything.

He stared at Hunted,knowing that he should smile at him,should say or do something to show that he was confident and in control of everything-but he just wasn't right now.

Hunted continued to stare at him,and then he quietly said,"You need water.Stay here,"and then he ran off.

Yeah,like he was staying for that long.

He sighed,trying his hardest to keep his balance as he put one foot in front of the other.The pain beat against his skull without mercy,or even a break,and all Opportunist wanted was to lie down and never get back up again.

But what he really needed to do is leave,before the mask slipped off.

He took another shaky step forward,irritation in his veins at how easily his composure had broken,at how he was struggling to keep up his facade and keep his emotions hidden from everyone else.

It's usually a skill he prided himself on-being able to sense where the power was and latch onto it,his own feelings discarded.It never used to bother him, because he believed that the voices in power could protect Him,even when he knew the whole shitshow was a cycle.

It didn't matter to him how fucked up everything was.He'd play the game,and he'd win,and he would use every ruthless trick to get his way,and they had all been none the wiser.Even now,before his injury. Everyone kept trying go figure out his next trick.

Another step forward.

But all those accusations and suspicions would do them no good in this environment.This wasn't a game to win,this was just reality for them now.

He can't be useful to them anymore.They don't want him around anymore,even if the thought of him leaving them made him want to sob.But he knows better than anyone that you do what you have to do to survive,and Opportunist was no longer necessary to the flock,so it was time to go.

Say what you will about Opportunist,but he truly, deeply loved his flock,and he did everything he could to keep the Long Quiet safe.

Safety.He's only ever wanted to feel safe.Whether that be by deception,manipulation or sucking up to the one with the most power.All he ever wanted was to feel safe.

He's not,but at least they are,and that's good enough for him.

He tried to take another step forward-

"There he is."That was Hunted's voice,and he froze, slowly twisting to look over his shoulder,and any hope of clinging to a mask faded away,as Paranoid stood there,pure rage and grief on his face.

Their eyes locked,and Opportunist's knees buckled as Paranoid screamed,"Did you actually fucking think that we'd let you leave?!"

The sound went straight to his head,and turning to face them only made it worse,and it seemed like he merely blinked,and then Paranoid crashed into his arms,sending them to the ground as he hugged him with a deathly desperation.

Opportunist groaned in pain at the movement,but his body still betrayed him and melted into the hug, sagging in relief as he rested his head in the crook of Paranoid's neck.

Hunted silently came forward,only coming close enough to make sure that his head was okay,still giving the two of them space.

He immediately felt Paranoid breathing pick up,but before Opportunist could say anything to calm him down,he burst into tears,squeezing Opportunist tighter as if afraid he'd disappear.

"You fucking asshole,"Paranoid snapped at him, "Why are you trying to leave?"Opportunist tried to come up with any lie to tell him,but his brain had definitely turned to mush at this point,and he shrugged and said,"Thought it was best for you."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't have to put up with me anymore.You don't need me anymore."He felt Paranoid's hands clutch him tighter,then he said in a low and soft voice,"You think we want you to leave?"

"Don't you?"He pressed his face closer to Paranoid's neck,his mind overwhelmed with too many different sensations,all demanding to be felt at the same time-pain,warmth,exhaustion, lonliness-they were all spinning around in his head.

"Thought you all didn't trust me,"he mumbled,and he felt the way Paranoid stiffened against him."It's fine if you don't-said so yourself,remember?"He giggled,as if he was the big joke here.He patted Paranoid's back."You got the flock back,Paranoid. You don't need a dirty liar like me anymore."

They sat in silence for what felt like hours to Opportunist's spinning head,but it was probably only a few minutes.He saw Hunted backing away, before he took off,leaving them truly alone now.

Paranoid sighed,and then gently leaned back to look him in the eyes.He was glaring at him,but for some reason,it didn't have its usual heat that Opportunist was so used to.

He narrowed his eyes at him,then said,"You told me that you liked being part of a flock.Was that just a lie?"Opportunist shook his head,then winced at the pain it brought him.He tried to ignore Paranoid's concerned face as he replied,"No-wasn't lying then. But let's face it,none of you trust me,and you don't need me anymore.I've done my job-I got us to our goal.Now I can leave you all alone."

He saw anger flicker in Paranoid's eyes."You think I care about how good of a job you do?You think I'd never want to see you again,after all we've done to find everyone,to trust each other?"

"Don't you?"he whispered,and Paranoid's feathers bristled as he went,"No,actually.Because there was this little birdie that said that we'd make a good team,and then I actually started to believe it,and I really liked you having my back,but then you got hit and I thought you were dead-"

Paranoid's rant was paused as he broke into quiet sobs that broke Opportunist's heart,at the fact that he was getting so worked up over him leaving.Why?Why would he care about him so much?

He never got an answer,because when Paranoid's crying turned to sniffling,was when Hero arrived, accompanied by Hunted.

He gave Opportunist a soft smile,and even though he could still see the sadness in Hero's eyes,the smile still sent a wave of warmth and relief through him,as if his body could finally accept that things could be okay now.

"Hunted said you were awake,"Hero said,then sat down next to them,his eyes only on Opportunist. "How are you feeling?"

"Feeling a lot,"he mumbled,and Hero chuckled.It was the truth,and it felt weird to be honest,to talk to their leader without a mask on.Hero glanced at Paranoid,who was silent,his head bowed low and staring at Opportunist's chest with an unreadable expression.

"I wanted to say thank you,"Hero's words brought him back to reality,and Opportunist looked back at Hero,going,"For what?Saving you?"he waved his hand in the air casually as he said,"Don't mention it,we all would've done it to save you-"

"No,I mean-thank you for bringing the flock back together."

Opportunist froze,and he felt Paranoid rub a hand up and down in arm in comfort.

Hero gave him a sad smile."Thank you for thinking about them and making sure everyone was safe." Hero chuckled,but it sounded hollow."Usually I'm the one taking care of all of you,but I...haven't been having the best time,if I'm honest."

For a split second,Hero's smile cracked,and Opportunist saw the pure heartbreak in his eyes, and then it was gone again,replaced with that kind smile.It hadn't occurred to Opportunist that their Hero would have a mask of his own.It made Opportunist focus a little bit more on him.

"I'm sorry-for what I tried to do."

"You don't have to apologise,"Paranoid softly said, as if they've had this conversation over and over again.Hero sighed,and his eyes shone with unshed tears.

"I know,I know.It's just-everything's kinda messed up,isn't it?"he said,and Opportunist could do nothing but nod."It's like-He's gone-"and Hero's voice cracked,"-and we're just left like this.We both got our freedom,but none of us know what to do with it.We all handled it in different ways."

They really did.Smitten and Skeptic wanted to get back to the Decider.Stubborn just wanted to fight something.Hero attempted to open a cabin for some unfathomable reason.

They were all just trying to fill the hole the Long Quiet left.

Hero reached forward and took his hand."It's hard," he whispered,"but I'm glad that you two found each other and found our flock.You made everyone feel a little less lost,and I don't think you understand how much everyone appreciated that."

Hero gave no warning as he leaned forward and pulled him into a soft hug,and Opportunist sighed at how safe he suddenly felt now.

"No one hates you,Oppy."He wanted to be surprised at his nickname being used,but he just said, "Really?"

"Yes.You were frustrating sometimes,but I could never hate you.Besides,I know it was all for Him.I know you loved Him in your own way,same that we all did."Hero gave him a light squeeze,and his breath hitched,and he felt Hero rub his back and Hunted preen the feathers on his head and it was all just too much love that he didn't deserve.

But then he locked eyes with Jitters and the other bird gave him a soft yet stern look."You were born into this flock.It's gonna take more than masks to get out of it."

Then,Opportunist smiled-a small,unsure smile,but one that Jitters relaxed at nonetheless.

"Hey,he's awake!"

Opportunist jumped in surprise,and Hero thankfully released him from the hug,giving him a comforting smile,as all the others walked up.

Skeptic crouched in front of them,giving Opportunist a critical once over,Smitten hovering behind his back."How's your head?"Skeptic asked, and Opportunist tiredly replied,"Sore,"and was honestly getting sick of the dizzy pain at this point.

Smitten gave him a sympathetic look."Maybe some food and water will ease your mind."

"Then rest,"Hunted insisted,and Opportunist nodded,as Jitters answered for him,"He will.I'll make sure of it."

Cheated stepped to the side and tried to look at the back of his head,to which Hunted blocked instantly. "I'm surprised you're even able to see straight.You were sent flying into that rock."

Opportunist shrugged,then said,"I'm just as surprised as you.I guess I'm just a lucky bird."and then he gave Cheated a pointed look.

Cheated's feathers puffed up in annoyance and he snapped,"Oh,fuck off."but he was still smiling.

From his left,Jitters let a noise of surprise out,and when he twisted around,he found Contrarian next to them,lying on the ground and resting his chin in his palms,kicking his feet up and down.

The look in his eyes meant nothing but trouble as he said,"Hey,guess what?"

"What?"

"I thought of more puns."

Immediately,Opportunist's wings raised as a barricade between him and Contrarian as he hissed,"Is that a fucking threat?"

Contrarian only grinned wider and said,"Maybe next time you should get something that con-cussion your fall."

Opportunist burst out laughing.

He tried to cover his mouth as he laughed in front of everyone with no mask,no facade-just him being Oppy.

But his hand froze as he heard both Hero and Jitters join in,and although his face burnt,he forced himself to be himself in front of everyone,and everyone was just smiling at them.

Still,he lowered his head,until he subtly took Jitters' hand,squeezing it once.As a thank you,as an apology,as pure gratitude,for just liking what he saw in Opportunist.

He saw the way Jitters' smile got that tiny bit more softer-because of him-and he knew that everything would be okay.

The Long Quiet may be gone,but they all have each other,and being around his flock that he loved so much, was the only choice that mattered to him now-and that was the one thing about him that had been real from the start.

[missisjoker]

@randomingoftherandomness I had another brain blurb.

This one sprouted from an unanswered question of how the hell did wood!LL know ZYZ and ZYC were getting their asses whooped before he chose to show up?

What if he gave ZYZ a hickey, a part of his primordial soul, or some other supernatural "tag" that created a rudimentary telepathic system between the two? Li Lun is a tree, and all trees can communicate with other trees/ plants/ mushrooms via chemical signals. So, what if this is a similar system? But, because ZYZ is a monkey, the system is not fully functioning, in a sense that Li Lun can track ZYZ and get a sense of the other's mood, but he can't have full-blown conversations?

So, when they fight and LL is locked away, he is furious and hurt. Then, as the days go by, he settles down and tries to "ping" ZYZ through their bond to see if the other demon wants to reconcile like they did thousands of times before. But instead of a usual irritated "hi", he gets a tsunami of shame, hate, monster, and die? Tragically, those feelings are not directed at him, it is ZYZ spiraling into a suicidal manic episode and hating himself after the events of Blood Moon, he doesn't even hear Li Lun reaching out to him, doesn't realize he just sent a wave of "I hate yo ass, and I hope you die a horrible death" to his friend who is already dying, but Li Lun doesn't know that, he thinks it is directed at him. This just fuels the negative feedback loop because it hurts Li Lun even more, this suicidal / self-confining mood goes absolutely against his own will to survive and to be free and he, too, spirals into anger and lashes out. Maybe, he tries to "ping" ZYZ later, but gets the same response- and in desperation and anger cuts off the bond completely (which would explain why ZYZ says "you chose to break up").

*** AU idea below

Now, enter ZYC (no pun intended). He is, in essence, a water/air element- and water circulates freely through trees. Water also is a great conductor of chemical elements. This makes me think- what if LL somehow supernaturally hickeyed ZYC, would he be able to talk and exchange mental images with him? Maybe, to a point where Li Lun can see and feel whatever ZYC is seeing, and visa versa?

Who said symbiotic relationship? Oh, right, I did.

Of course, in the beginning, it would be very taxing on ZYC because Li Lun is still in his angry bitchy toddler mode- but if ZYC managed to shake Li Lun's world with just one alley conversation, imagine how much he can do with 3-4 conversations? Plus, LL will get a way to connect to other people's emotions- something he desperately needs to do to understand and deal with his own. And when Li Lun is out of his bitchy mode, he would be invaluable to the team.

(A hilarious plot point would also be Li Lun using the link just to mess with ZYC. Imagine others looking at ZYC's very concentrated face and thinking oh, he is having a mental fight with Li Lun again, such a brave and strong commander- while in reality he and Li Lun are sexting? Because Li Lun would absolutely pick the worst possible time to send the most lewd images in ZYC's mind just for funsies, and then laugh about it)

And the other part of the symbiotic relationship would be ZYC as water element being fully conductive of Li Lun's energy and power. Almost like Li Lun possessing ZYC with ZYC's full permission, but without actual body snatching?

Just imagine a "we are Venom" type of situation where ZYC has to fight ZYZ who's controlled by outside forces or in his Blood Moon mode, and ZYC's sword isn't there or doesn't work, and the Big Evil laughs because what could a mere human possibly do against a Great Demon? But ZYC catches ZYZ's claw as Li Lun's power surges through him... ZYC without his sword is no match for Zhu Yan, but ZYC merged with the other Great Demon? He might just have a chance.

Just food for thought.

[songofsilentechoes]

"The reason why is because you asked me to perform the process, Gina. But you're not asking that. You're asking why somone would bother to conjure at all."

"I could do it a million times, given enough time. But a machine would do it faster with less effort. But if I don't have a device manufactured to make the object, or the material to produce the object, or the language to tell the machine what it is I want, it's easier to conjure."

"It's more flexible and doesn't need a bespoke device or programming that is separate from one's own imagination to produce."

"If a mage knows the technique, then they can do this kind of flexible summoning. Likewise, if you had this machine that can conjure at the press of a button, yes, anyone could conjure, but within the limitations of the machine, which they might not know how to alter unless they were the creator of the device."

"And the machine would be beholden to physical limitations, too. Parts can get worn out and break like a person can. Matter would need to be supplied to create something using a pure machine. So there are comparable limits."

"The question of why can also be turned around. Why would I need a device to make millions of an object when I only need one? If there is a reason for needing a million of something, then making a bespoke machine for the process is sensible. If I don't, then making it myself is easier, even if it takes a non-zero amount of effort."

"There is a time and a place for both methods. Flexibility or quantity. Variety or precision. Yes, the machine could do the process, but the act of programming it and re-configuring the machine can take time and effort, as well as expertise that not everyone possesses."

"Yes, the expertise can be taught, but so can magic."

"Mana is a form of energy found nearly everywhere. It isn't required for anything, but is present regardless. Mana is produced and dispersed naturally in most conditions. It can be skimmed from oneself or the environment and is used to facilitate magic. It can be collected, measured, tested and studied."

"Mages use mana because it's convenient to do so, and the mana is able to be bent towards various means...which is spellcraft. None of this disproves or makes other energies useless."

"As for why they rely on it...it's because it's what they're used to and familiar with. Personally, I think they shouldn't be wholly reliant on such things, a caution born from my own, smaller pool of mana and being stranded in realms with thinner ambient mana. But, if a person was used to, say, getting electricity from a power plant that suddenly stopped, not everyone knows how to make a generator that can produce a substitute. They just use what's available because it's available and convenient to do so."

"And yes, perhaps it isn't intuitive or convenient where you come from. I'm not saying it isn't. I'm explaining that that's the reason magecraft is commonplace where I'm from. I'm not so stubborn as to assume all realms operate like mine does. The presence of mana in a realm simply means magecraft is possible. Not that it's sensible or practical for that realm."

"I'm not trying to say magecraft is superior or inferior. It's just another way of doing things." Of course, Noelle felt like Gina could never accept that.

Noelle sighs. "Fine."

"I am going to summon a cube. I've decided to make it a simple geometric shape for simplicity's sake. I've decided roughly the dimensions, weight, texture and such and picture them in my mind, acting as the blueprint for the process. I can also determine if I want it to be effemeral or permanent, which alters how much mana needs to be used."

She holds out her hand, palm up. "Now, I would gather the mana to perform this process. I can pull some from the air, but most will come from myself for the sake of expediency."

"At this point, I can use the gathered mana to conjure the cube. However, I can do some things to mitigate the cost further. Gestures can help direct the flow of mana, allowing the process to be less taxing." She traces the dimensions of the cube in her hand and the air above it with a sort of practiced skill that creates clean, straight lines. "This is also the purpose of incantations, uttering phrases that assist in shaping the process. If we really want to simplify it, think of a fighter exclaiming 'hi-yah!' in order to squeeze a little more oomph from their action."

"Now, with the mana I've gathered, I begin to convert it from it's usual form into the cube I'm imagining in my mind's eye, applying the properties to it, such as physics, color so it can be seen, texture and material." As she does so, a purple cube appears in her hand with the dimensions she traced.

"And that's how I summon a cube. I can get more granular than that, such as the process of channeling and twisting the mana, but you asked about conjuring, specifically. The act of channeling mana and manipulating it are different processes that are practiced until they can be done with muscle memory at the academy."

She offers Gina the cube for inspection. It's smooth, as light as a block of wood, and doesn't seem to be made of anything like stone, wood or plastic.

[a-story-teller]

I was in a major car accident yesterday (got t-boned) and was very luckily a) alone in the car, as the passenger side got walloped and b) not injured. However I took care of everything and then went home and proceeded to sleep for 19 out of the following 24 hours.

[great-tusk]

ughhh I need to stop having mental breakdowns over little things.

[piningpercussionist]

Saw a comment somewhere and if I wasnt so tired my blood would be boiling but we are at a low simmer, so here I am to Bitch

I'm sorry but if your argument for (likely canon) bisexual Kim having a preference for men is her FORMER relationship with Scott I am going to beat you to death with my bat

At LEAST say it's the hopeless pining she does for him currently. Or maybe mention that she's dated 3 guys that we know of! (Which I will counter w her being gay as hell for/with 3 women, which levels out- though that's besides the point-) But if you're going to hinge it entirely on a relationship she had that started and ended in highschool I'm going to break your legs and make you sit through a deep dive of the series with me. All media. Just to reeeeeally draw it out. Painfully.

[autisticlee]

no one knows just how hard I work at things. how I have to work 1000000x more than the average person to compensate for being autistic and adhd and probably other things i'm working out with therapist, and having a sort of physical disability i've not received any help or treatment for. everyone assumes I don't try or give up too soon. they think I just started, need more practice. they think I expect everything handed to me immediately with no work or effort and don't acknowledge the multiple years i've put into things. they think I have no right to be upset about still failing to get where I want even after working my entire life to get there, while watching people around me surpass even my meager goals within a fraction of the time and work i've out into the same thing. constantly getting surpassed by everyone around me who seem to barely do any work to get there compared to me. it's all handed to them and falls into their lap so easily. all because they don't have the extra obstacles to overcome and work around that I do. while they go from point A to Z immediately with no major stops in between, I have to go through every single letter and then some, often getting sent back to the start. but it's always *my* fault, according to everyone. it's not the fault of those around me who ignore me, don't support me, don't help me, don't believe in me, etc. it's my fault they don't do those things. because doing the work of 10 people in one isn't enough, just because it's me. and not reaching Z as fast as everyone else means I don't deserve any of the support or help or anything else and means i'm not trying hard enough. it doesn't matter that I *need* to work harder than 100 "normal" people combined to get even half the result! Just because I can't reach what they do means i'm not trying hard enough! ugh.

[burningcomputerpersona]

local enby shocked to realize that taking their prescribed medication actually works and they can do stuff now

[peachznscream]

genunely sometimes do not know how to cope with the world being so cold and bureacratic and people who withold care and essential rights to people over arbitrary rules and money and

[giantkillerjack]

My first time watching Glass Onion it was obvious that Miles' speeches were bullshit, but I still searched for any hidden meaning there might be.

The second time is a different experience though because every time my brain starts to search for meaning, I feel like Benoit Blanc discovering that no, there is absolutely no hidden meaning.

It's bullshit it's all nothing nothing nothing! It is just how you end up talking when everyone reacts to your self-aggrandizing word vomit like it is actually wisdom.

Also, legit, when Miles gave his stupid bullshit speech about what the word 'disruptor' means to him, I shit you not I was like holy shit am I back in business school right now?!

Miles must have given speeches like that at 100 business school graduations, goddamn.

Like, the motherfuckers really do sound like this. We didn't have any billionaires come, but we had a lot of millionaire guest speakers in my classes, and they fucking talk like that.

They all think they're rugged capitalists, but they're just glass onions!

[vpyre]

Me when I burn myself out on writing once again after promising another fic 🫠