#IT WAS JUST A THUMBNAIL I NOW BUT IT'S STILL CRUEL

[radaverse]

FUCK YOU YOUTUBE FUCK YOU

I WAS WATCHING YOUTUBE AND SCROLLING SLOWLY TO WATCH ANYTHING AND AVOID SONIC 3 SPOILERS AND THERE WAS NOTHING. NO SPOILERS SO I WENT WHEW

I WAS WATCHING SOME MEMES THEN THIS FUCKING VIDEO POPPED OUTTA NOWHERE

WHAT'S THE POINT OF WARNING "SoNiC 3 sPoILeRs" IN THE TITLE IF YOU'RE GONNA SHOW A SPOILER IN THE MFING THUMBNAIL. WHY- CAN'T YOU JUST WAIT A COUPLE WEEKS? NOT EVERYONE WATCHED IT IN ON THE FUCKINGE 20TH YKNOW

*Inhale* it's okay, it's okay, rad. It's just a thumbnail. You don't even know what's happening in it it's okay- AURRRRGHHHHH YOU MFSSSSSS AUGH AUGH GRR AHHH

UNINSTALLING YOUTUBE FOR REAL THIS TIME UNTIL I WATCH THE MOVIE AIN'T NO WAY 😭😭😭

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T

I might be a bit angy

[bonbonly]

producer lewis who makes a sex tape with you and sends the tape to jenson. lewis attaches a note that says something like "can't wait to hear your thoughts about this xx" because he's a cocky little shit. after jenson watches the tape, he calls lewis saying he has some thoughts and they should meet up to discuss them. lewis and jenson then surprise you, the star of the tape, with dinner and a show.

hehehehehe finally got on my laptop!

bon's thoughts (18+)

film critic!jenson's at his desk. he's writing a new article about your film that had just come out a few days ago. he's going easy on you for now, you hadn't done anything to anger him nor had you showed up at his office grumbling about something he had written. he chews his pen, glancing from his computer to the window where he sees one of his female colleagues chatting away about what she did for vacation. she was cute, he gives that to her, but he never has the energy to go and ask for her number. not when you were visiting him. not when you would go two steps further to push him to the edge before going down on his cock. he chuckles at the past memories, closing his laptop to head out for a small lunch break when the door swings open. it's the cute colleague and she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, handing him a small package.

"it's for you, jenson!" she chirps, setting the box down and sliding it over across his desk, "it's from producer hamilton. said you should check this out!"

jenson raises an eyebrow, nodding his head and thanking her. he opens the box, it's small and could almost pass as a ring box which could be hamilton's attempt as a cruel joke and there jenson sees a flashdrive. ah, flashdrives. jenson's starting to get a good idea of what this could be about and he stands up, closing the blinds to his office. he peers through to see the cute girl heading to the break room and jenson frowns. he tosses the flashdrive into the air a couple times, debating what he should use his lunch time for and ultimately decides that if hamilton was going out of his way to contact him after years, it had to be pretty important. he sits back down at his desk, fingers drumming against the wood and a slip of paper catches his eye. he pulls it out, admiring how firm it felt and read its contents:

any thoughts? i'm sure you'll hate missing out on this - l.h.

his eyes flicker to the flashdrive once more, hands already on its way to open his laptop and plug it in. clicking on the file explorer, he drags the mouse over the flashdrive's name on the side of the screen. there's only one video. the thumbnail makes his eyes wide, a small surprised laugh slipping past his lips. it's you on your knees, tongue out with cum dripping down your face. oh he has to see this.

an actual full sex tape. jenson's not really shocked that you'd eventually have made one, everyone in hollywood knows your reputation. he still can't get behind the fact that you actually agreed to be in one, though. unless hamilton tricked you, but even that was unlikely. you were smart, very smart. you wouldn't ever put yourself in this position unless you knew what would happen. 45 minutes long. jenson can't even explain what's happening in front of him. he feels like he's actually there, watching lewis throw you onto the bed and spit on your cunt. he can see the tattoos on his hand, his fingers massaging your sensitive pearl as you're tied to the bed, bucking your hips and whining, begging to cum.

"such a fucking whore, god," lewis groans, and he sets the camera up on the nightstand. his hands roam over your body, squeezing every piece of fat he can find. his mouth's on your tits, biting on your nipples as you yelp out loud, tears streaming down your face, "if you weren't so talented, i would've kept you as my personal slut, fuck."

jenson can't see lewis's face but he knows the man must be grinning ear to ear as he sees you fighting against the restraints, wanting to touch him. he slots himself between your legs, pulling his throbbing dick from his boxers and stroking himself. he spits on your cunt for the second time, letting his cock slide along your folds. you're whimpering, pleading with him to be fucked.

"and why should I?" lewis mocks, "you've been fucked by almost everybody here, what difference does it make if i don't?"

your voice, despite being muffled, is clear to jenson's ears, "you're the best, lewis, you always stretch me out so good, no one else can."

jenson rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that you had to be lying. he bites his knuckles, palming himself as he continues to watch. lewis laughs, finally sinking his cock inside you and you're already arching your back, crying in joy as he sets a steady pace. his thrusts are slow but deep, each one making your tits bounce so deliciously that jenson wishes it was him, not lewis, fucking you. he pauses the video, shutting his laptop down since he's seen quite enough and smiles to himself, it's a really shitty thing to do but he can't stop himself anymore.

"what a wonderful film," you exclaim, your arm linked with jenson. you glance between the man next to you and lewis, "you never told me how you guys know each other."

lewis smirks, "everyone knows each other here, sweetheart. don't act dumb."

jenson snickers, "i have to say lewis, you made me jealous there. best fuck she's ever had, really? i'm sure i could prove her wrong," and you frown, eyes snapping to lewis about why jenson knows about the tape but before you can ask, the two men are redirecting you down the street to a restaurant for dinner. once inside, you're tapping your foot impatiently, glaring at lewis.

"ok, i'm going to be really nice here and ask-"

"oh, look at the appetizers aren't they delicious?" jenson asks, bringing your hand to his lips as he kisses each finger, shoving the menu to your face to distract you. lewis shifts his chair closer to you, letting his arm wrap around your waist as his hand comes up to grope at your tits. you're biting your lip, squeezing your thighs together as you keep glancing between the two of them.

"what are you both doing?" you whisper, leaning into jenson as his lips travel up to your neck, "papparazi could see, anyone could see!"

"anyone could see the sex tape," lewis points out, his thumb brushing over your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. you hold back a whine, brows furrowing,

"yeah i know, im well aware of that, but i couldn't give a shit about it right now... we should just eat dinner and get out of here, take this back to my hotel room," you scoff, gasping as jenson bites down onto your neck before sucking gently. your eyes gaze up at the ceiling, slowly travelling down when you meet a cold, hard gaze from a set of big brown eyes.

it's carlos sainz, his jaw going taut as he sees what's happening across the restaurant. his hand is just about ready to shatter the glass of wine he's holding up to his lips. he's with some associates, not interested in what they were talking about because his eyes were on you. watching what you're doing... especially with hamilton fondling your tits so openly in public. you gulp, feeling jenson smile against your cheek as he gives you a quick kiss.

"im hungry, what about you?" he asks.

[cosmic-giraffe]

Last one but okazakis character got reduced to a bully for Wadas development in a way. She was not this bad in earlier chapters

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Okay now this I have thoughts on, both good and bad!

Personally, I LOVE this direction of Okazaki's character. I was initially drawn to their weirdness and off-colour comments, and how they didn't seem to want to be a part of the group to begin with before spending time with Watari and Tamba.

In fact, it was their interview popping up on my YT feed that got me interested in Tetro!! I never heard of it until I saw that thumbnail, which was quite the trick of fate.

When Okazaki was introduced, there was clearly something else going on with them. I was initially worried that we wouldn't get to dig any deeper than them being the Korekiyo-esque stand-in, the weirdo outlier that acts strange and then dies.

Or, alternatively, is the killer with the worst meltdown and removes their mask to show how they have three eyes or something (which I guess could still happen but I sincerely doubt the possibility of Okazaki being a killer atp, it would be way too obvious).

But now that we've seen how cruel and unjust they can be, my love for them has increased tenfold. It's cool seeing how they can be so affectionate and kind to Watari in one moment, but then go beat the shit out of and belittle Wada the next. It shows how duplicitous and conniving they can be.

Now, are they purely a bully for Wada's development? Maybe at first they were, but now that people have found out about the abuse, I'm very excited to see how they're gonna treat them going forward. Their actions are definitely gonna have their own consequences.

I absolutely believe Okazaki will survive past this chapter, it would be way too obvious of them to be the killer. I really hope I don't end up eating my words like I did with Tsuno lmao

But if Okazaki does live, I hope their mistreatment extends to other people than just Wada. That might sound cruel, but it would definitely make them more interesting if they just said "fuck it" and deliberately became the biggest target for the next killer. Kind of like a "try and kill me yourself" deal.

[suwbuns]

E-DATERS! | 3 am endeavours

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

written + ss below (not proofread)

perhaps you had gotten your hopes up.

it had already been a quarter past 2 am, the past 30 minutes consisting of pacing back and forth in your room, clad in pajamas and a pair of fuzzy socks. you glanced at the clock as every minute or two passed by, an acknowledgment that more time had passed yet not a single knock on your door had been heard.

the invasive thoughts of what couldve prompted beomgyus late arrival had taken over your brain, scenarios that made you gnaw at the inside of your cheek due to its absurdity. for all you knew, this couldve been a cruel joke that the boys decided to play on you, and within the next week, your face streaked with hot tears would be plastered onto the thumbnail of one of their videos.

yet a part of you still clung to the hope that maybe he got caught up with something and forgot to show up, although the loud snores from the boys who were asleep down the hall would have been a large enough reminder.

your feet soon grew tired of pacing and your head dizzy from overthinking. by 3 am, your back had been leaned against the headboard of your bed, eyes threatening to shut due to exhaustion. it wasn't until you heard the faint sound of a piece of paper being slid under your door, that the fatigue you felt had instantly vanished, your body immediately gravitating to the corner of your room to read it.

sorry i took so long, u awake?

— gyu

you didnt even give yourself the chance to surpress the raging smile that had formed across your lips, your hand moving faster than your brain as you swung the door wide open just for it to collide with a hard figure.

“ow!” you retracted the knob to reveal the owner of the voice, and just a few inches away stood a boy with a pained expression, his hand rubbing his forehead in order to soothe the searing pain.

“im so sorry!” you squeaked out a frightened apology, biting your lip in embarrassment as you guiltily stared up at him. without giving him a chance to respond, you urgently grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room, the side of your foot nudging against the door to close it shut. with your hand still attached to his own, you guided him to take a seat onto your bed, reaching out to touch his face in order to make sure there were no visible marks, in which luckily there were none.

the adrenaline you experienced quickly wore off as you realized the close proximity between you two. you wete secretly grateful for how dim the room was, your bedside lamp failing to expose the faint redness on your cheeks.

you cleared your throat, scooting an arms length from him which initiated a period of awkward silence, the only sound that could be heard were the distant snores that resounded in the hallway.

“so…” he started, shifting awkwardly on your bed, his eyes darting around the room in order to avoid eye contact.

“so…” you followed, staring intently at the boy who sat beside you. he wore a grey hoodie paired with plaid pajama pants, his dark hair hung messily over his eyes which made your heart soar over how effortlessly attractive he managed to look.

you didnt know how you got quite lucky, nor how you have been able to maintain sanity up until now. perhaps if it had been any other day prior to this moment, you would have been passed out cold on the floor from a heart attack due to being in the same room as choi beomgyu.

“what did you want to talk about?” you asked innocently, swinging your feet back and forth off the side of your bed. you watched his lips purse, opening them to say something then automatically closing them as if he lost his train of thought.

“nothing in particular, i just wanted to talk to you.” he said quietly, his voice barely audible for you to hear.

“really?”

“yeah.”

beomgyus trademarked loud and chaotic personality seemed non existent at this moment, being replaced with a shy boy with fluffy hair who happened to show more interest in playing with the hem of his sweater sleeve than you. the silence that surrounded the both of you felt suffocating, the urge to say something constantly tugged at the back of your throat yet no word managed to come out.

it didnt help that beomgyu was currently facing a similar dilemma. he was no stranger to this position that he undeniably seemed to always be in, in which he is confronted in what he could possibly say to you in order to interrupt the silence that grew more uncomfortable the longer it lasted.

“i think youre really cool” beomgyu blurted out, watching how your eyebrows raised in concern—possibly due to the fact that his tone came out a bit more aggressive than what he intended it to be.

“sorry, was that a little weird?” beomgyu added shyly, biting back his bottom lip to suppress the disappointed expression that was starting to form.

“what? of course not!” you exclaimed. “im actually a huge fan of you, ive been subscribed to you since the beginning of your channel.” you beamed at him, removing your phone from its charger to show him the evidence.

beomgyu pretended to act surprised at this supposedly new information, almost as if he didnt know about your massive crush on him, that your entire spam account had a dedicated lay out to him, and also the fact that you found him incredibly hot in flannels.

time passed by quickly while talking to beomgyu, the short compliment that he blurted out earlier had manifested into long conversations consisting of various pillow thoughts. by the time you realized how late it was, the both of you were lying down side by side with your backs sunk into the mattress, your shoulders pressed against eachothers. your eyes staring at the blank ceiling as you continued to chatter about various topics.

it didn’t feel like you were speaking to your long term idol, but rather a friend who youve known on your life. for some reason, it was like beomgyu knew you like the back of his own hand. he brought up topics that he somehow knew you were interested in, he listened to your stupid childhood stories, and he even would laugh at your unfunny jokes. it was a bond that had formed from an unusual circumstance, yet for some reason it just felt right.

“its so easy to talk to you,” you commented, the smile on your face not wearing off from the previous joke he made. you rolled onto your side to face beomgyu, watching his chest steadily rise and fall as he took each breath. “its like ive known you since forever, ive never got a long with somebody this fast before.”

“maybe its because you have” he voiced out silently, yet still audible enough for you to hear.

“what do you mean by that?” you questioned, eyes furrowing in confusion at his comment. you watched beomgyu turn his body to mimic your own position, your faces merely inches away from eachother, causing you to freeze in your current state. the light glow from bedside lamp reflected onto his face, illuminating his facial features. his eyes stared softly at yours, containing an emotion that you couldnt quite pinpoint.

“w-well,” he hesistated, contemplating his next response. “what if i told you that we have known eachother for a long time?”

you paused as you pondered the thought, trying to make sense of whatever he said to you. the silence that followed was deafening, so much that he was afraid that his own heartbeat was loud enough for you to hear it.

your soft laugh had thankfully cut the silence short, turning back to face the ceiling. “i wish. that would be crazy though, wouldnt it?”

“yeah, maybe.” beomgyu exhaled, glancing at your peaceful figure, a light smile spread across your face. it was a sight that he wasnt quite sure he was ready to give up yet, especially when he had just barely been able to form a friendship that he so desperately wanted to escalate into something more.

because with each moment that he spent with you, he sunk deeper into his problem. he knew that every second that drew him closer to you, would also contribute to the distance that would occur once you found out.

thats something that he doesnt know he would be ready for.

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A/N. BYE THIS CHAPTER LITERALLY TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE AND ITS SO SHORT ☹️☹️

[chirpingchorus]

Alphonse elric 25 & 26 please!

I took forever to answer this one, but I need you to know I woke up super tired and seeing this got me out of bed this morning. That, my friends, is the sway Al has over me.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Oh man, oh man... I don't remember my impressions of him from the very first episode, just that I really liked both of the Elrics. I had the feeling starting from a few episodes in that he was going to die, and have fond memories of looking at thumbnails for future episodes and breathing out a sigh of relief upon seeing he was still intact. During the confrontation with Scar in ep. 15, my jaw was on the floor and I legitimately thought he was a goner. That episode had the first Al Moment (TM) that really got to me, when he urges Ed to keep fighting even if he dies, and gets upset at him for staying to try and save him instead of fleeing. That scene says so much about him, and I love thinking about it in regards to the show's ending.

My initial impression of his personality was just that he was a gentle giant, and Ed was the impulsive and violent one. In the 5th Lab, he begs Ed not to make the Philosopher's Stone, even though it means he'll die. This gave me the impression at first that he really didn't like the idea of killing/harming others, but looking back, I think it's more that he didn't want to force his brother to go through the trauma of killing dozens of people just to get his body back. He really wants his body back, yes, but he values Ed's safety and sanity more overall.

Al, as it turns out, can be quite cruel at times for the sake of his brother--I'm reminded of when he suggests they just. Rip off Wrath's limbs and give them back to Ed. Because that's how limbs work. It was really at that point in my first watch that I started to see how Al's unfortunate disconnect from humanity could be impacting the way he sees the lives/feelings of others. My gut feeling is that if he were somehow in that 5th Lab position where he could make the philosopher's stone not only to save Ed but to restore Ed's body, he would absolutely do it, even if it would cause him distress. There's a lot more I could say about the 'deeper' parts of his personality that others have elaborated on with far better understanding and knowledge. But he's Not Well and I'm 100% here for it.

More of my opinions now: On my rewatch, I'm noticing how painful it is to see this kid in a huge suit of armor. The scene where he pretends to eat food for Nina while Ed just has the saddest look on his face? That killed me. He can't relate at all to the feeling Ed had as he felt Barry was about to kill him. He thinks the best way to avenge Nina is to use Tucker's research to prevent future cases like hers. He points out in episode 5 that (even before joining the military!) the brothers had no control over what happened that day. Bonus amnesiac Al point: He says in CoS super nonchalantly that his soul seems to leave his body easily!?! Girl!!!!!!

I'll hopefully have a better grip on his personality once I'm done with my rewatch, but there's something about it I can feel but can't quite articulate that just draws me in like nothing else. In case it isn't obvious, I'm pretty darn sure Al is my favorite character this time around.

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

I already talked about a lot of these, but I have more--we'll do a few serious ones and a funny one.

Ep. 6 - He says, "I wonder if I was that warm and soft when I was born." Then starts to cry a little. (I hate this show, I wrote down in my notes.)

Ep. 1 - It's a very small detail, but Al seems to believe resurrection could still occur with the Philosopher's Stone, while Ed doesn't buy it for one minute. This reminds me of Al's similar hopeful attitude in episodes like 10. I think he has a habit to look at things as they're given to him and not much further, as long as they make him happy--of course the Stone should have all those powers, and of course a woman just like his mother would be incredibly kind. He's very much the type to march on ahead no matter what and ignore the implications of doing so. That's not to say he's stupid--I don't think he is. He's quite introspective and insightful, he just chooses not to dwell on some things as he tries his best to reach his goals. Maybe I'm a bit closer to understanding him now...

Ep. 5 - Alright, a silly one. When he's about to beat up the criminals and he appears all menacing and says, "いらっしゃい" ("welcome"), that got a great laugh out of me. He's so silly.

[lumiconic]

“ a moment of quiet ”

✧ kaeya ; comfort ; being nervous to speak to him & being reassured

✧ so sorry for how long this took!! i haven’t written kaeya in a while D:

  kaeya alberich is many things. that, he prides himself upon; he is cool, calm and collected, mysterious and enchanting; popular, friendly, and a smooth talker. for you, the person he loves, he would bring you the moon without hesitation, and he could probably charm it down from the sky with only a few words. so why are you … almost refusing to talk to him?

  he is not cruel, unless he wants to be, and the only beings in teyvat he saves that side of himself for are creatures of the abyss; he has never been anything but kind, and sweet, and gentle to you. anything less than that seems unthinkable. he could not imagine speaking to you in any other tone but a soft one. and yet … you don’t ever initiate conversations, or ask him to have a conversation alone with you; every discussion is started and ended by him, unwilling to put up with the quiet for too long but having to because you just don’t speak.

  he does his best to combat this, of course. whether positive or negative, another thing he fails to be is short of words. the uncomfortable silence that you seem unwilling to breach is oftentimes filled by his voice, silky and smooth at first, but it strains into tense chatter after a while of only receiving nods and short answers from you. he doesn’t know what to do, which is rare; doesn’t know what to say, which never happens.

  it just – builds up, and it has been for a while, and he can’t tell if he was letting it happen because he was unsure what to do or whether he simply didn’t notice. but now it’s definitely noticeable; the two of you are sitting at the same table, eating dinner, and it has been completely silent in the room for the last half hour.

  he looks over at you, and you’re chewing a bite of your salad placidly, eyes downward. he racks his brain for an idea of a conversation starter. “so, how was your latest assignment? the one where you had to work together with that eccentric alchemist?”

  you look like a deer caught in headlights at the sound of his voice, almost jarring through the quiet. you swallow your salad and keep your mouth closed for a moment, and he wonders if you’re just going to not say anything. it quirks his mouth into a small smile with awkwardness and amusement.

  “it was okay,” you say finally, “he was nicer than i expected, still pretty weird though. i swear i never saw his expression change in the slightest. he would be talking, and his face was completely still. it was kind of scary.”

  kaeya laughs, with a mix of relief and actual delight, and your lips curve upwards.

  “shall i arrange to meet him?” he asks. “he sounds … delightful, in a way. you could introduce us, maybe? perhaps next week, after work we could all meet up.”

  your expression shutters. “ah, um … i only met him for a little bit, so i couldn’t really take that into my own hands … sorry.”

  kaeya’s heart drops a bit, but he nods, waving his hand. “oh, of course! don’t worry about it, i suppose it could be some kind of intrusion to force my way into his affairs. maybe i could engineer some kind of situation that forces him to meet me?” he laughs. you try to smile again, but it looks decidedly more forced this time.

  you make some more small talk, not entirely awful but absolutely not what would be expected from a couple that has been together for a decent time now. it leaves him biting his thumbnail with frustration and confusion; he really doesn’t know what to do, and in the small moment when you raise your eyes from where they’re glued to your plate you look torn and more than a little worried. but those worries go unsaid.

  he consults rosaria at the tavern one night, over spiced cider. he checks to make sure there isn’t any person in the tavern who would possibly tell you about what his discussion; it’s empty besides rosaria. well, that strange green bard is in the corner, waving his tankard drunkenly and giggling to himself, but kaeya thinks there’s no reason to worry about him.

  “i mean, i’ve been trying to engage with them,” he laments, taking a sip of cider, “i swear they just don’t want to talk to me. they might not even like me. except they stick around, so i don’t understand what they want at all!” he heaves a sigh.

  “have you considered that maybe they do want to talk to you?” rosaria points out, her voice as cold as usual but sounding a bit more gentle this time. she has a small fondness of you; you’ve met a few times when you’ve had to work with barbara, and she’s heard quite a few stories from kaeya of how wonderful you are.

  “what do you mean?”

  “if they’re just afraid, maybe,” rosaria says, testing the sharpness of her knife on her pointer finger and wiping the small bead of blood on a napkin, “they think you could react badly to their conversational topics? or something. i don’t really know anything about romance.”

  “but i always start the conversations!” kaeya complains.

  “well, you could give them time to talk, but don’t force the burden of an opening statement on them,” she suggests. “just … stop making it an expectation. i get that you want to talk to them, but it’ll just cause them to clam up more if you make it obvious that you want them to carry the discussion. you’re a big talker, you do that.”

  “big talker? yeah, okay,” he grumbles. “sounds fine. but, to start, should i just expect them to begin this whole conversation about it, or – ”

  “did you miss the whole point of what we were just saying? barbatos!” rosaria cuffs kaeya on the arm. the bard in the corner utters a loud whoop excitedly, sloshing cider over himself at her exasperated exclamation of the name (correctly spoken for once in her life). rosaria looks over her shoulder at the bard with confusion and a bit of disgust. “well, it’s getting late; i think we ought to turn in.”

  “okay,” kaeya repeats, downing the last of his drink. “i … suppose i’ll speak to them soon, then report back?”

  rosaria nods, standing and walking to the door. she pushes it open, then turns to face kaeya again. a darkness passes over her face, casting her gaunt features in a terrifying shadow; a dangerous glint appears in her garnet colored eyes. “if you say or do anything wrong … i’ll make you regret it.”

  kaeya smiles cheerfully, waving. “thank you, rosie, truly, i enjoy our talks,” he chuckles. rosaria smiles back slightly and shuts the door, leaving kaeya to ponder the idea for the last couple minutes of cleaning up his drink.

  a few days pass, and he works up the courage gradually, being kinder to you in ways that aren’t quite noticeable to help put you more at ease … or something like that. truthfully, he also loves to see the way your face lights up when he presents you with a bouquet of windwheel asters and cecilias, showing you how the light from the ceiling fixtures filters through the papery veins of the flower petals. your smile reminds him why he wants to speak to you. it’s helpful in a way; you really are a person he’d do anything for.

  it’s a calm afternoon when the time finally comes, he’s waiting in the living room, fidgeting with his hands. he doesn’t often feel nervous, but then again there’s a lot of emotions he doesn’t often feel except with you.

  finally, he hears your voice through the walls along with your footsteps up the front porch. “i’m back,” you call, opening the front door and placing your bag on the hook as you take your shoes off. “i have a few papers i need to process, so i’ll be alone for a – ”

  kaeya intercepts, appearing in the hallway. “actually, could you put those on hold until later? and … can we talk for a moment?” he asks, dragging a hand through his hair. you swallow slightly and nod, following him into the living room.

  the two of you sit quietly for a moment beside each other. he is searching for something to say and your gaze is fixed determinedly on the floor. he doubts you’ll ever start the conversation if he doesn’t say something first. but … this feels insurmountable, in some ways. he’s almost scared of the result of his asking the question he doesn’t know how to say.

  he opens his mouth, then closes it. “[name], if i ever – ” he isn’t sure how to finish it. how does he even put this into words? the idea that he … scared you? that he intimidated you into silence? you, whose voice he loves more than any other sound in the world? “if i ever said anything, or did anything that made you think i didn’t want to hear you talk, i – ”

  “no, never!” your head shoots up, and you have a strong emotion of distress and just wrongness on your face. he can’t describe the relief that pours through him at your words, the unspoken and unrecognized fear that he would chase you away somehow without even knowing he was doing it. that he’d lose you, just like that. “you … haven’t done anything wrong, it’s me.”

  the miserable shadow that passes over your face tugs on something inside kaeya’s chest. “what do you mean, sweetheart?” the name sounds like warm, silky honey on his tongue, and a bit of tension goes out of the draw of your shoulders. you lean backwards against the chair, hugging a pillow to your chest.

  “i’m afraid,” you admit in halting, staccato bits. “that you won’t want to hear what i’m going to say, and … if i’m bothering you, it could be awkward, or you’ll be angry, and – if i’m annoying it might cause an argument, and i don’t know what i’d do … ” you press a hand to your forehead, looking down at the floor. “ … and i guess i’d rather not find out, do you … do you know what i mean?”

  the searching, hopeful quality in your voice makes him so sad. he barely knows why, but maybe it’s the way you seem to want his acceptance, a nod of affirmation that he doesn’t blame you for this, this worry that is consuming your desire and ability to talk to him, that he should have seen a long time ago.

  “i’d never be angry or annoyed by you,” he admits. “i love hearing your thoughts. that could never cause an argument, and … i like to just hear the sound of your voice.” he cringes a bit inwardly at this immature admission. you bring out such interesting sides of him. he would be embarrassed to say these words to anyone else, but somehow he feels like no part of you judges him for it. he hopes you can feel the same way about him.

  you blush slightly. “well, i – i just mean, i can’t really control it. i do get worried about this, maybe too much, but … i guess i’ll try and talk more.” you smile slightly. “i like the sound of your voice too.”

  “of course you do,” he smirks, signature flirtatiousness entering his deep blue eyes, and you sigh a little bit. “don’t get ahead of yourself. it’ll take some time.”

  “don’t worry your pretty head,” he says, and this time his gaze is fully earnest, though still containing that charming, charismatic edge; “i’ll be here the whole time. i just want to be here for you if you need it.”

  you kiss him on the cheek suddenly, and a bloom of heat spreads through his face. he turns his head away to hide the almost flustered look in his eye. “thank you, kaeya.” your voice is as tender and affectionate as he’s ever heard it, with barely a bit of doubt and full of warmth, and for once it’s he who’s silent in your presence.

  it’s not yet night when you return home, but as soon as you enter the room where kaeya is lounging, reading a letter sent by the traveler from liyue, he sees the tired lines on your forehead and moves aside to create a spot for you.

  you cross to where he’s resting and sit down on the couch beside him, lips pressed together in silence as you knead a throw pillow anxiously in your hands. the velvety fabric raises in mountainous lines between your tense fingers, almost clutching it in a white knuckled grip. kaeya slips his hand into yours, gently moving the pillow away, and the draw of your eyebrows relaxes slightly.

  “what’s going on?” he asks, his voice low as to not disturb the tranquility too much.

  you take a moment to speak, tightening your grip on his hand. “today was a nightmare.”

  “ah,” he says, the word containing, somehow, a multitude of understanding and sympathy. he pulls you into the crook of his arm, leaning against the back of the couch, and you let out a relaxing breath. “what happened?”

  “just – it was overwhelming, so much to do,” you say, the words suddenly coming out in a rush. “way too many things and i couldn’t prioritize properly, and there wasn’t enough time, and … i barely got any sleep last night, trying to finish my work that was due today. i didn’t get it done, so i ended up having to rush tomorrow’s, and it’s all building up, and … ” you bite your lip. “sorry, i shouldn’t be complaining, it’s just … ” 

  a tiny bit of worry flares through kaeya’s mind at your words, but he keeps his face even. “don’t apologize,” he says easily, wrapping his arm tighter around your shoulders. “keep going, unless you don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

  you sigh, looking at him with a mix of exhaustion and gratefulness. “can i just … get some rest for a second? maybe you could read the traveler’s letter out loud?”

  “yes, of course,” he says, unfolding the letter and letting his eyes settle back onto the heading line in the traveler’s scrawl. “it might take a while, their handwriting truly is awful.” you laugh, and it’s such a pretty sound he wonders for the millionth time how you could ever mistake your voice and presence to be annoying. “don’t worry, i just want to hear.”

  he begins with the first line (“dear kaeya, i’ve arrived back in liyue after a long period of travel via captain beidou’s boat; she also wears an eye patch, maybe you can start a club …”) and lets his voice remain in a soft tone as he continues through the different paragraphs. he marks the passing of time, a slow development only identifiable by looking out the window to see where the sun is in the sky, every few minutes at the beginning, but then finds himself so distracted by the letter as well as your presence that he forgets to check for longer and longer periods.

 you doze off slowly; it takes the rest of the letter, an almost comically extensive thing with multiple pages, for your breathing to fully even out. kaeya folds it into its envelope and puts it on the arm of the couch, then settles into a more comfortable position, careful not to move.

  it is quiet in the room, but the quiet is welcome; a brief, soft rest from the endless noise of mondstadt’s city. warm amber light of the afternoon’s golden hour filters through the ornately carved window, casting shimmering patterns on the floor, but your eyes are closed against the radiance. kaeya is silent perhaps for once in his life.

  he tilts up the flap of his eye patch just for a moment to take in the sight of his love cast in such a pretty glow, before settling his arms in a crossed position against his chest and closing his eyes, the only sound left in the room your soft breathing that lulls him to sleep.

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[rioteersstory]

!! CHECK THIS OUT !! This is "just" a storyboard project -of many- and it's not a lot, i know. But i'm still proud to present it to y'all since i've worked hard on it ! Recently worked on the thumbnail as well to get something clean-looking. I've worked on the video thanks to FILMORA editor, a real life saver, i'm real glad of my purchase on this one to be honest. Y'all would be real sweethearts to actually share / reblog this one, i'd like to progress on all that and for now it's just pictures with some sounds placeholder, but it's a collaborative project that's coming up in a uncertain (due to school and other stuff) future thanks to @wee2xoxo's animation ! FOR THE MUSIC&SOUNDS CREDITS: • BEN BARLETT • 🎵 Walking with Dinosaurs (1999) - Cruel Sea • JOHN WILLIAMS & SOUND DESIGNS • 🔊 JAWS theme (motive) 🔊 Bubbles Sounds Effects 🔊 Underwater Sounds Effects » Sushi © Corbon. » Azùl © Jackos. » Strype, Art © Hopie.

[gunsli-01]

So in the triage teaser doesn't he look younger to you?

Wait, younger- Oh, god how old did Shidou look to others first trial he was only twenty-nine when he was brought to Milgram. How old do twenty-nine-year-olds look to people now a days?!

TL;DR: I believe Shidou is technically younger than the age he was when brought to Milgram but not much younger than how old he was in Throw Down.

Like how much younger? Does he look eighteen here to folks?!

He does appear more tired in Throw Down but he's just happy here. I mean some people say smiling can make a person look younger but got damn.

I don't think the events alluded to within Throw Down take place too far of a time after the thumbnail image we received today but he definitely appears to be younger than Shidou as we know him within Milgram. That was the case in Throw Down as well since in his prisoner art at the beginning of Milgram his hair is shown to be long enough to almost fully obscure his eye and in his trial two prisoner art it completely covers it.

However, in both music videos there are times we see Shidou where this is not the case.

This transition in mindset and age is displayed throughout Throw Down by having Shidou as he is now overlap with his past self. Basically the Shidou in casual clothing overshadowing the version of himself in his work attire which happens repeatedly throughout Throw Down.

His hair even appears to become more disheveled, as he begins to look tired throughout his first mv. Up until the point where he's just given up entirely and goes.

"I don't feel scared because I don't know."

"Thow down ethics is a delusion." (Nothing really matters) "I'm still Guilty even if the morning comes." (Feeling bad can't change the outcome of the actions I chose.)

I've given up on emotionally or morally justifying my actions because the ends I was using to justify them will never come to fruition meaning everything, I did was objectively pointless cruel and inhuman vote my ass Guilty. Throw Down-

*sobbing*

Hey, at least in the thumbnail he looks bright eyed, full of hope, and like he got a good night's sleep for once. Meaning I'm looking forward to the slow deterioration of Shidou's fucking mental health because it's definitely gonna tank and with a thumbnail like that the imagery in the mv could be wild or as tame as Yuno's. I'm really excited to see which way it goes.

[knaivcs]

[a haunting from a dead mother's unrestful soul for dear knives]

150 years is both an excruciatingly long time and a blink of an eye. In the afterlife, time did not matter so much, but the longer the stretch between her death and the present, the easier it became to watch, invade, haunt, and manipulate the psyche of a boy she used to love. Knives was grown now, and Rem followed him closely. Each life he took was another crack in her foundation; Rem could no longer cross over. It was a fate she deserved, she accepted it by now. The Knives before her was exactly what she feared he could be.

Rem wafts in a circle around him. She didn't know if Knives could see her, but she was certain he could hear. "Killing humans won't save you. It won't save Vash. Did you ever think he would rest easy in a world he doesn't recognize?" She stands in front of him to push an arm through his chest where his heart should be. She feels nothing but an icy chill. "Knives. My sweet boy. Look at what you've done. Are you worth choosing...?"

Something grips her, a bitter cruelty at the consequences she faces. Acceptance is easy, but reconciliation? It wasn't time for that. Rem feels anger, a bubbling laugh rising from her nonexistent lungs. She snaps, and in a cool whisper, she says to Knives, "He will never choose you."

If she were still human and not a haunting specter, Rem would have a better handle on her cruelty. Or, rather, is cruelty the most human thing about her now? She watches, waiting to see if her words reach him at all.

Piano playing fills the room, notes falling like a torrential downpour to the tune of Chopin's Etude Op. 25, No. 11. Like the glacial winds of the piece's namesake, his heart truly feels as though it's adrift in a hellish winter's blizzard.

If that is how I must live, then so be it. I'll live in a state of constant winter, with my memories etched in snow- My heart shielded by frost's cruel bite, untouched by the gentle rays of a Spring morning's first sun.

His music wards off all intrusions, the little nips of errant and foolish thoughts at his heels. This world was supposed to be their Eden, this vast wasteland of shifting sands. Lacking the beauty and bounty of Earth, though such diversity of life was carelessly squandered by the very species his brother wished to save.

If only it had just been he and Vash to begin with, no troublesome human attachments or values to delude the purity of his heart... Part of him knew that was impossible. Initially, he hadn't wanted to kill Rem. Despite everything, she had given them care, time, and even hope. Even she turned out to be hiding secrets of her own, however. In the end, she was just like the rest.

His fingers suddenly tighten into fists, the last few key strikes petering off into quiet echoes.

"There's no difference between humans hearts and ours- Right, Vash?" he begins to laugh, quietly at first. It grows in volume and intensity by stages, until his face is aching and his throat feels ragged and dry.

Knives takes a slow breath inwards to calm down, then another, a shuddering exhale making his perfectly aligned teeth chatter. The air around him had taken on a chill, his breath coming out in small clouds that quickly dissipated into nothing.

"Shut up..." he mutters to no one, staring off into the distance. Even through the gloves, his fingernails manage to scratch raw trails against the side of his temple, the sculpted angle of cheekbone and jaw. He begins chewing at his thumbnail until it's sore and bloody, streaks of crimson painting his lower lip and chin.

"He'll choose me once he has nothing left to save."

[aghost-writer]

Goddess

Chapter 4

This is a Yandere Haikyuu x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!

The moment the door clicked shut behind (Y/N), the gym descended into silence. That muffled sob from the hallway—a quiet, gut-wrenching sound—struck through the tension like a dagger. It was faint but impossible for any of them to ignore.

Tanaka was the first to move. His body went rigid, and a shadow darkened his usual easy-going expression. His fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his arms flexing with barely suppressed rage.

“They made her cry,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. His dark eyes flicked toward Ittetsu, narrowing dangerously. “*They* made her cry, and now she’s still willing to show up for us?” He stepped forward, looming over the coach, voice dripping with contempt. “Why would they want her at that game if not for something else? They don’t give a damn about us—they want her.”

His possessiveness was palpable, a thin thread that seemed close to snapping. Ittetsu held his ground, his own jaw tightening as he considered the implications. 

Daichi's fists curled slowly at his sides, his eyes dark and filled with an anger that simmered just beneath the surface. “There’s no way those bastards are thinking about the team,” he muttered, his voice cold. “They just want her around. My—our manager.”

Suga’s usual gentle demeanor cracked ever so slightly, his lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced toward Kageyama. “What happened?” Suga’s voice was sharp, laced with an underlying protectiveness that seemed ready to turn vicious.

Kageyama hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much to say, not wanting to dredge up old wounds. He looked away, his usual bravado faltering. “It’s... something that happened in high school. Oikawa’s fangirls made her life hell,” he mumbled. “I don’t know all the details.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop even further.

Tsukishima, standing in the back with arms crossed, gave a cold, calculated smirk. His eyes gleamed with something dangerous. “So they want her to come and relive all that?” His tone was sharp, cruel even, but his attention was focused on how this affected them—the team, yes, but especially her.

Ittetsu looked down, lips pressed into a frown. He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself, but his eyes reflected something darker than concern. “She doesn’t need to go,” he muttered, his voice filled with an intensity he rarely showed. “I’ll tell her not to. She doesn’t deserve to relive that... not for the team. Not for anyone.”

There was a collective agreement in the air, though none of them said it outright. If anyone made her suffer again, they wouldn’t just stand by and watch. That much was clear. 

Unspoken promises lingered, suffocating the room with a twisted sense of protection and possessiveness.

And at the game, they would find out just how far things had gone.

Unfortunately for those who crossed her, the consequences would be dire. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

Ittetsu sat quietly at his desk in the teacher’s lounge, his heart pounding in his chest as he glanced around the empty room. The afternoon sunlight filtered in through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor, but none of it calmed the storm inside him. His fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted his glasses and let out a slow breath. He was alone, for now. 

He opened his laptop, each movement careful and deliberate, as if someone might barge in at any second and catch him in the act. His pulse quickened as he typed in his password, a rush of excitement and guilt mixing in the pit of his stomach. He clicked on a file labeled innocuously as “Videos,” but the moment the folder opened, the screen lit up with thumbnails of (Y/N). Hundreds of them. Pictures, videos, all of her—laughing, walking, sitting in class, smiling, even frowning. 

He scrolled through them, slowly, savoring each image as if it were a precious secret. It hurt him, the way he had to keep his feelings hidden, the way he couldn’t just come out and tell her what she meant to him. He loved her—he loved her so much that sometimes it made him feel dizzy, like his heart would burst out of his chest just from the sight of her. But no one could know. He was a teacher, and she... she was a student. His student.

A dangerous line that he couldn’t cross.

But that didn’t stop the feelings. His fingers hovered over a video file he had taken last week—just a short clip of (Y/N) walking down the hall, her hair swaying behind her, her soft, focused expression as she went about her day. It was only a few seconds, but he had replayed it countless times, analyzing every tiny movement she made. She was perfect.

He clicked on the video, the soft sound of her footsteps filling the quiet room. His breath hitched. 

It was so hard to be near her sometimes. Just standing in the same room as her made his palms sweat, his heart race, his throat tighten. He loved watching her, seeing how she moved, how her lips parted when she spoke, how she laughed with her friends—every little detail about her consumed him. But he had to pretend. He had to keep this hidden. What would people say if they found out? 

A teacher having a crush on a student? It would ruin him. 

People would talk. They would label him a pervert, a freak. They wouldn’t understand. They would twist his feelings into something ugly, something wrong. And worst of all, (Y/N)—sweet, innocent (Y/N)—she would hate him. She would think he was disgusting, that he had violated her trust. 

But he wasn’t a pervert. He swore it. 

All these pictures and videos... they were just proof of his love for her. That was all. They weren’t meant to hurt her, or make her uncomfortable. He would never do anything to hurt her. He only wanted to admire her, to keep a piece of her with him, to hold onto her beauty and innocence in a way that no one else could. It was his secret, his little shrine to the girl he loved more than anything in the world. 

He scrolled through more images, his heart clenching with every click. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited. Oh, how he loved her. Every part of her. His sweet, beautiful (Y/N).

In his mind, she was already his. 

All his.

And one day, he would make her see it too. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

(Y/N) sat on Iwaizumi’s lap, her back pressed against his chest, feeling the tension in his body beneath her. He kept his hands resting lightly on her waist, trembling slightly, trying to keep control. She could feel him twitching inside of her, his breathing shallow and ragged as he desperately tried to remain still. He had to be good. If he behaved well, maybe she would let him have this again. 

It was their thirteenth session, after all.

Across the room, Oikawa knelt on the floor, his body tightly bound in intricate shibari knots, the ropes digging into his school uniform and pinning him down. The position left him completely at (Y/N)’s mercy. He looked up at her, his face flushed and glistening with sweat. Despite the humiliation of being tied up in front of Iwaizumi, he couldn’t help the lust that clouded his eyes.

Iwaizumi’s breathing hitched when she shifted on his lap, the friction sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through his body. He clenched his teeth, fighting back the moan that threatened to spill from his lips. He couldn’t afford to make a sound. Not when (Y/N) was still deciding how generous she wanted to be.

“Didn’t think you were this kinky, Oikawa,” (Y/N) remarked coldly, her voice cutting through the room.

Oikawa, still panting, looked up at her with a pathetic whimper, his lips trembling as he struggled to speak. The ropes were tight, making every movement difficult. His eyes were glued to her, full of longing and desperation. 

“Just for you, (Y/N),” he rasped, though the words were weak, barely coherent.

(Y/N) shifted again on Iwaizumi, pressing her hips down harder, making him bite back another groan. His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. He was deep inside of her, and every tiny movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, but he couldn’t thrust—he had to stay still. He had to be good for her.

“That’s not my name,” she corrected sharply, her eyes narrowing at Oikawa.

Her foot came down against Oikawa’s crotch, pressing against his bulge with deliberate cruelty. Oikawa gasped, his body twitching as a loud, needy moan escaped his throat. His back arched, and drool started to drip down his chin as he fought to keep control of himself.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Oikawa begged, his voice thick with desperation. “Please… let me touch. Please, mommy.”

(Y/N) curled her lip in disgust, pressing her shoe down harder into Oikawa’s groin. He let out a broken sob, his body trembling under the pressure. The sight of him—so pathetic, so beneath her—did little to soothe her irritation. She lifted her foot away, eyes cold as she regarded him.

“Why did you request me to attend the game?” she asked, her tone as frigid as ice.

Oikawa hesitated, his body still shaking from the mixture of pleasure and pain. He struggled to find his voice, but the overwhelming sensations were too much, and he couldn’t bring himself to answer. 

(Y/N) clicked her tongue, clearly losing patience. She pressed down again, harder this time, causing him to yelp pathetically.

“I won’t ask again. Why?”

Iwaizumi’s fingers dug deeper into her waist as he fought to remain still, his teeth sinking into her neck. He could feel himself twitching inside of her, his control slipping with each passing second, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t thrust. He had to be good, even if his body screamed for release.

Oikawa finally panted out a response, his voice barely audible, hoarse from the intensity of it all.

“Because you never come to see me anymore,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I was jealous.”

(Y/N)’s eyes darkened with contempt, and in an instant, her foot lashed out, connecting with Oikawa’s face in a sharp, brutal kick. He collapsed to the floor with a grunt, curling into himself as he whimpered pathetically.

“I don’t care,” (Y/N) spat, glaring down at him. “Change the conditions. Ask for Kageyama instead.”

Oikawa looked up at her with wide, panicked eyes, shaking his head weakly. He coughed, spitting out a bit of blood from where her shoe had split his lip.

“Why? So I can watch that bastard take you away from me?” Oikawa’s voice cracked, full of bitterness and frustration. “Or to know that his dick has been inside of you? It’s always Kageyama, never me. At this point, I’m beginning to think you have feelings for him.”

(Y/N) clenched her jaw, her fists tightening at her sides. She could almost feel the fury rising within her, the urge to strike him again burning through her veins. She nearly stood up to do just that, but she forced herself to remain calm. Barely.

“Because of you, I’m in a very big mess,” she growled, her voice low and venomous. “You’re lucky I’m even allowing both you and Iwaizumi to continue these little sessions.”

Oikawa’s eyes filled with tears, his body trembling as he begged, “I’m sorry, mommy. Please don’t leave me. I didn’t mean it. Please…”

Without a word, (Y/N) rose from Iwaizumi’s lap, her movement causing him to slide out of her. Iwaizumi bit back a whine as he felt the sudden loss of warmth. His body screamed in frustration, the emptiness left behind driving him mad, but he remained silent. He couldn’t afford to complain.

Oikawa reached out for her, still lying on the floor, but she ignored him completely as she straightened her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles.

“Think about what you’ve done, and maybe I’ll forgive you,” she said coldly, stepping over his trembling form without sparing him a second glance.

She walked toward the door, her composure unwavering. 

“I’m leaving. I have more important things to do.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Iwaizumi panting and Oikawa curled up in shame and regret.

Iwaizumi glared down at Oikawa, barely able to contain his anger.

“This is your fault, bastard.” ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

(Y/N) slipped on her skirt, adjusting it with a quick glance in the mirror. Dark circles clung under her eyes despite the makeup she used to conceal them. Her sleepless night had dragged on, thanks to her late return home at midnight and the hours she spent quietly setting up her new phone while listening to the soft breathing of her beloved. The mere sound of it had been enough to keep her up, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind.

A sharp alarm rang out, pulling her from her thoughts.

“I’m coming,” she muttered, crossing the room to silence it. She picked up her new phone, checking to make sure everything had transferred successfully. Messages, photos, apps—all intact. That old phone, though... It needed to disappear for good. She slipped the device into her pocket before heading for the door. A pair of shoes quickly followed, and with one last check in the mirror, (Y/N) set off to meet Hinata.

It didn’t take long to reach Sakanoshita Market, where Ukai’s familiar voice filtered through the open door, belting out some tune that was barely in key. She paused, lingering outside the shop, her eyes scanning the area. No sign of Hinata yet.

“(Y/N)!”

A bright, energetic voice broke through the air, and she turned just in time to see Hinata bounding toward her, his orange hair bouncing with each step. He skidded to a stop in front of her, a wide grin stretching across his face.

“Did you sleep well last night?” he asked, his curiosity as innocent as ever.

(Y/N) offered him a smile, hiding her exhaustion behind it. “I did. What about you?”

Hinata nodded eagerly. “I stayed up watching some volleyball reruns! Probably shouldn’t have, but it was worth it.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, what do you want to do for our date?”

She pretended to think it over for a moment before suggesting, “How about we get some ice cream? It’s so hot out today.”

Hinata lit up at the idea. “Let’s do it!”

They stepped into the shop together, the blast of cool air a welcome relief from the outside heat. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder once more, half expecting to spot someone lurking. Nothing. Odd.

Ukai’s eyes zeroed in on her the moment they entered. “Welcome,” he greeted them, though the tone felt more directed at her than both of them. “Let me know if you need any help.”

There was something unsettling in the way his gaze lingered. Hinata didn’t seem to notice, but (Y/N) caught every flicker of attention he threw her way. She needed to handle this carefully.

“Hey, Hinata,” she said, her voice light. “Why don’t you pick out what flavor of ice cream we should get? Surprise me.”

Hinata blinked. “You sure? What if you don’t like it?”

(Y/N) laughed softly, faking an easy smile. “I like the element of surprise. I trust you.”

Hinata grinned, nodding before dashing off to study the different flavors, leaving her alone with Ukai for a brief moment.

“How are you today?” (Y/N) asked, though her tone was more detached, her focus divided.

“Lonely,” Ukai answered, his eyes drifting down the length of her figure. His voice was low, almost predatory. It made her skin crawl. “But I’m looking at what could fix that.”

Her frown deepened as she crossed her arms, resisting the urge to lash out. “Then find someone to get rid of that loneliness.”

Ukai’s gaze darkened. “I think I already have.”

Before she could respond, Hinata came bounding back, holding two ice creams. His smile was as innocent as ever.

“Here!” He handed her the cup of ice cream. “I hope you like it!”

(Y/N) forced another smile, though it faded the moment she realized what flavor he had chosen—her least favorite. She took a tentative lick, concealing her disgust. “Thanks, Hinata. Let’s go enjoy these in the park.”

Ukai leaned on the counter, a smug grin spreading across his face. “It’s on the house, lovebirds.”

Her eye twitched. “Let’s go, Hinata.”

Hinata blushed at the comment, clearly flattered. He didn’t seem to pick up on (Y/N)’s irritation, too flustered to realize that the term “lovebirds” was the furthest thing from the truth.

Once outside, (Y/N) finally let out the breath she’d been holding. She shot Hinata a warm smile, not letting Ukai ruin her mood any further. “What flavor did you get me?”

Hinata perked up. “(Least favorite flavor, but still eat it)!”

She nodded, taking another bite. It was awful, but she could tolerate it. “Thank you. Let’s head to the park.”

As they walked, Hinata kept glancing at her, his face growing redder with each passing second. His eyes followed every movement, particularly the way the melting ice cream dripped onto her fingers, her tongue darting out to catch the stray drops. She noticed how his breathing hitched, how his gaze turned hungry. 

Poor thing. She wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his thoughts from spilling out.

“Where do you want to—”

“Sorry, I gotta go! Bye!” Hinata suddenly blurted, his face a bright crimson before he turned and sprinted away, his unfinished ice cream falling to the ground behind him.

(Y/N) blinked, watching him vanish. What was that about? She would ask him tomorrow at school. For now, though, she decided to finish her walk alone. She still had to get rid of that old phone, after all. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

Kenma Kozume (20) sat in the dim light of his room, his focus fixed on the computer screen in front of him. He felt the familiar hum of the electronics surrounding him, a comfort amidst the chaos of his thoughts. With his fingers resting lightly on the keyboard, he replayed the recordings he had of (Y/N), feeling a swell of longing in his chest. He had missed the last couple of days due to volleyball commitments, and now, with her parents out of the country, he had no excuse to see her. His own parents were preoccupied with work, leaving him feeling more isolated than ever.

A flicker of uncertainty crept into his mind as he pondered if (Y/N) missed him as much as he missed her. 

It was the fourteenth. 

What was that? He noticed a flash of something on the screen and clicked back a few seconds, his heart racing as he watched the scene unfold.

A sudden impact struck (Y/N) on the head, and she crumpled to the ground. 

“Shit,” Kenma hissed under his breath, adrenaline coursing through him as he leaned closer to the screen. His fingers tightened around the edges of his desk, his knuckles turning white.

He watched as a figure loomed over her—a trespasser. (Y/N) rolled over just in time, narrowly avoiding a second swing aimed at her head. He could barely make out a flash of red hair as she kicked out, catching the intruder's leg and sending him crashing to the floor.

Kenma’s heart raced. “Come on, get up!” he urged, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt a surge of pride when (Y/N) managed to scramble back to her feet, but dread replaced it when she swung her fist and landed a solid hit on the intruder’s face.

“That bastard! He could have killed her with that head blow,” he growled, his eyes narrowing. It was bad—someone had entered (Y/N)’s house and tried to hurt her. 

He quickly glanced around the screen before pausing the video. “He could have destroyed one of the mics we put in her room,” he muttered, anxiety gnawing at him. His heart sank as he realized he had no way to contact her; he didn’t even have her number.

Desperately, he clicked play again, his gaze locked on the screen. As the scene resumed, he saw himself in the recording, one hand resting on (Y/N)’s hip while the other lay idle at his side. 

“I wanted to see you. It's been a while since we were able to get together,” he said, watching as he moved his hips against her.

“Ah,” (Y/N) gasped, shifting under him.

Kenma’s heart raced at the sight of her, his breath hitching. “Getting hard from a little fight, huh, Satori?” (Y/N) teased, her voice playful and light. 

He paused the recording again, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety wash over him. The good news was he finally had a name for the trespasser—Tendo. The bad news? (Y/N) knew him. 

Was she choosing him over Kenma? Had he been replaced? A cold lump formed in his throat as he continued watching. She stopped fighting, and the realization twisted in his gut. (Y/N) must have cared for Tendo if she was letting her guard down.

Kenma gripped his mouse tightly, forcing himself to hit play despite the turmoil raging within him. 

Tendo shuddered, his pleasure evident as (Y/N) called him by his name. Kenma’s heart sank as he watched Tendo free his hand from (Y/N)’s hip and pull her down by her shirt, the possessive grip making Kenma’s stomach churn.

(Y/N) leaned in, her lips capturing Tendo’s as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, and Kenma felt the air leave his lungs. They pulled away, both breathing heavily, and Kenma’s heart raced.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Tendo said.

“Huh?” she replied, her voice soft and sweet.

“Sorry.” 

Then the unthinkable happened. A knife plunged into (Y/N)’s side, and she climbed off Tendo, her hand immediately clutching her injury. 

That son of a bitch! Kenma’s eyes widened in horror, anger boiling within him. How dare he injure (Y/N)? How dare he put his hands on her?

Kenma slammed his mouse against the table in frustration, the click breaking the silence of the room. The sound echoed painfully in his ears as he watched the blood flow, bright and alarming. He felt sick. The kiss they had shared—he couldn’t shake the image from his mind. 

Only he was supposed to kiss (Y/N). Only he had the right to be close to her. He wanted to kill Tendo for daring to touch her, for daring to mark her as his.

Slowly, Kenma removed his hand from the broken mouse, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This wasn’t good; he needed to turn it off before he lost control. He reached over, shaking slightly, and hit the button. 

The screen went black, leaving him alone in the dim glow of his room, the weight of anger and fear heavy on his chest. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

(Y/N) stepped into the gym, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor filled the air, mingling with the familiar scent of sweat and determination. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on her beloved Ittetsu, who was animatedly discussing strategies with his teammates. A flutter of nerves twisted in her stomach. Had she made a good impression?

“Oh hey, (Y/N). Glad you made it,” Ittetsu said, a hint of disappointment lacing his voice.

Her heart sank. “I’m sorry that I’m late,” she replied, slightly bowing her head, trying to mask her embarrassment.

“You're not late. We just decided to have practice early. We would have told you, but none of us has the same classes with you or your number,” Suga chimed in, his smile warm yet slightly apologetic.

(Y/N)’s mind raced. Kiyoko had her number, and so did Kageyama. Why hadn’t they reached out?

“Kiyoko left her phone at home today,” Kageyama muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“I got a new phone and don’t have your number anymore,” he added, looking sheepish.

Both had their own excuses, but (Y/N) nodded in understanding, feeling a knot of disappointment tightening in her chest. “I see. Um…what do I do now?” 

Yamaguchi approached her, offering a reassuring smile. “Here. We’re about to go over the game positions.” 

(Y/N) walked over and settled onto the bench, her heart racing as Yamaguchi and Tsukishima closed the gap, their thighs brushing against hers. The warmth of their proximity sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the protective glares from her beloved Ittetsu directed toward the boys. 

“So let’s talk about the practice game,” Daichi began, attempting to keep his composure as he held up a model illustrating the players' positions for the upcoming match.

“I would like to have Hinata and Kageyama work as a pair. Tsukishima is our tallest player, and I want to see how much of an advantage that gives us against Aoba Johsai,” Daichi explained, his voice steady and authoritative.

“Fine,” Tsukishima drawled, rolling his eyes.

Yamaguchi’s face paled. He looked as though he might be sick.

(Y/N) reached over, rubbing his back gently to comfort him. “You got this,” she whispered, hoping to ease his nerves.

“Wait! Why is Hinata in the one position that requires height?” Tanaka exclaimed, scratching his head in confusion.

“Uh? He’s right! Why are Tsukishima and I both playing middle blocker positions?” Hinata questioned, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Time out!” Ittetsu interjected, raising his hand for everyone to stop. He was peering intently at a volleyball strategy book, his brow furrowed in concentration.

(Y/N) felt her heart flutter. He was so adorable when he tried to learn. “Take all the time you need,” she thought, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

“The setter is the control tower that sets up the tosses and formulates the attacks for the team. The wing spiker plays a central role in maintaining the balance between offense and defense. The middle blocker’s job is to block the opponent’s attacks and make points using quick strikes. Their position allows them to act as a decoy against their opponents,” Ittetsu explained, glancing up to gauge their reactions.

“Does that sound right?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

(Y/N) felt warmth spread through her chest. He was so earnest, and she wanted to support him in every way possible.

“There’s another position that specializes in defense, but we’ll skip that for now,” Daichi added, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Kageyama stood up, pointing at Hinata. “Listen up, Hinata. You’re the number one decoy!” he declared, his voice brimming with confidence.

“I’m the number one decoy…? That sounds so lame,” Hinata replied, looking crestfallen.

“We’ll use you as a distraction to score points through quick attacks, allowing the other spikers to make their moves. You’ll lead the tall guys, like Tsukishima, into our trap. How cool is that?” Kageyama explained, his enthusiasm infectious.

Hinata’s eyes brightened with excitement. “That sounds so cool!” he exclaimed.

“Hey, you better not be calling Tsukki an idiot!” Yamaguchi interjected, his loyalty to Tsukishima clear.

“Shut it, Tadashi,” Tsukishima retorted, annoyance flashing across his face.

Kageyama turned his attention back to Hinata. “On the other hand, you need to be in top condition, or all of your attacks will fall apart.”

“Stop it. You’re going to put too much pressure on him,” (Y/N) chimed in, glancing worriedly at Hinata, who looked like he was already taking Kageyama’s words too seriously.

“But blocking is the most important part. No matter how high he can jump, he’s still a shorty pants. By the time he reaches his peak, the taller player is already there,” Tanaka pointed out.

“I’ve already thought of that. Hinata will focus on blocking instead of trying to slap down a spike. He’ll give it a tap. If he taps an opponent's spike, it should slow it down, allowing us to collect the ball and set up a counterattack,” Daichi explained, his tone resolute.

“Do you think he can pull that off without practice?” Tanaka questioned, skepticism evident in his eyes.

“Well, not at first. Sometimes the attempt is what really matters. It’s a practice game, after all. Besides, the only ones on our team who can beat Hinata in airborne combat are Tsukishima and Kageyama. I just want you to do your best, Hinata,” Daichi said, turning to face Hinata, his expression encouraging.

Hinata straightened, determination shining in his eyes. “Yes, sir! I’ll do my best. I won’t mess up. I’ll earn lots of points and be the perfect decoy!” he started to ramble on, enthusiasm overflowing.

(Y/N) moved closer, placing her hands on Hinata’s shoulders, wanting to instill confidence in him. “Hinata, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured him softly.

Hinata’s face turned a bright shade of red, and he stumbled backward, his reaction sending a wave of amusement through the group.

“Oh no! Hinata’s dead!” Tanaka yelled, breaking the moment with laughter.

As the group erupted into lighthearted banter, (Y/N) couldn’t help but steal glances at Ittetsu, her heart swelling with affection. She was determined to make him proud and win his heart, no matter the obstacles in her path. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

“Hey! (Y/N)!” 

(Y/N) turned around, her heart racing slightly as she spotted Kageyama sprinting toward her. His brow was furrowed, the familiar look of determination mixed with anxiety evident on his face. 

“What’s up?” (Y/N) greeted, feigning innocence as they fell into step beside each other, matching his pace. 

“Remember how you said we could have whatever we wanted if we won the game? Hinata got a date,” Kageyama said, glancing off to the side as if he were embarrassed by the admission. 

(Y/N) nodded, a smirk creeping onto her lips. She had been anticipating this moment. “Yes, I remember. What is it that you want?” 

She knew exactly what was coming. Kageyama was far too straightforward to think of anything beyond a simple wish—a date just like Hinata had. But where to take him? Ukai’s store was off the table, leaving her to ponder their options.

“I want a night together,” he said, stopping a few steps ahead of her, his back turned. 

(Y/N) halted, the surprise evident on her face. A night? Did he mean a friendly hangout or something more? She couldn’t resist the urge to prod a little deeper. 

“What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head with feigned curiosity, her tone laced with an undercurrent of amusement.

Kageyama rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that made her heart flutter with an unexpected rush of delight. “Remember when we had sleepovers when we were kids? I wanted to do that again tonight. This game has my nerves all over the place, so… I know it’s last minute, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

(Y/N) let out a breath of air, feigning relief. So that was all he wanted. She should have known better; Kageyama was too innocent, too earnest to think about anything else. 

“Oh, if that’s what you want, we can definitely make that happen,” she replied, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I’ll meet you at your house at six tonight. Just make sure your room is clean!” 

She smiled, a playful glint in her eye, as she turned to saunter down an alleyway, a subtle bounce in her step. Kageyama watched her leave, a mix of confusion and determination on his face. 

As she rounded the corner, (Y/N)’s mind raced with possibilities. She had him right where she wanted him. All she needed to do was play her cards right, and she would be able to manipulate the evening to her advantage. Kageyama had no idea what she was capable of. 

She chuckled softly to herself, relishing the thought of how easy it would be to toy with his emotions. She could show him a good time—or turn the night into something entirely different. It was all about control, and tonight, she would have it in spades. 

Kageyama needed to clean his room, but (Y/N) had no intention of allowing him to have a peaceful night. As she walked away, the thrill of the game ahead fueled her steps. This was going to be fun. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

(Y/N) stopped walking once she reached her house, the familiar creak of the front door sending a thrill through her. She turned to glance over her shoulder, her heart sinking as she spotted her stalker lurking in the shadows across the street. His figure was half-hidden, but she could make out the outline of his form, the way his eyes followed her every move. 

She frowned, irritation bubbling beneath her carefully crafted facade. But she quickly replaced the frown with a lovesick smile, the kind that would make any onlooker think she was lost in thoughts of romance. “Kageyama was so cute! I can’t believe he asked me to spend the night!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with exaggerated enthusiasm. “I wonder what we will do! Oh no! Do I need protection?” 

As she unlocked the door, she threw a quick glance back at the stalker. She hoped her performance would entice him enough to come closer, to push the boundaries of his obsession just a little further. Once inside, she shut the door with a soft click, her heart racing with anticipation. 

Would he take the bait? She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with boredom. This game was becoming tedious, and her stalker’s hesitation only added to her impatience. If he didn’t act soon, she might have to find a way to accelerate the process herself. 

A light hum escaped her lips as she walked further into her house, pretending to busy herself with mundane tasks while secretly plotting her next move. She wasn’t afraid of him; the thrill of the chase had turned into a mild nuisance. At this rate, if he didn’t make his intentions clear, she would have no choice but to eliminate him. 

The idea was tantalizing, but she pushed it aside for now. Instead, she leaned against the door frame, watching through the window with a keen eye, waiting for her stalker to make his next move. Hurry up and take the bait, she thought, a playful smile tugging at her lips. This game was becoming far too dull, and she was more than ready to bring some excitement back into her life. ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

Tsukishima stood rooted to the spot, glaring at the door that (Y/N) had just walked through. The fury roiling inside him felt like a live wire, sparking with every thought that raced through his mind. That bastard. 

How dare Kageyama invite (Y/N) over? How dare he offer her a night full of pleasure—something that should have been reserved for Tsukishima alone? The anger simmering in his chest threatened to boil over as he recalled the way (Y/N) had smiled at Kageyama, that insufferable grin that made his stomach churn. This was his job. Not Kageyama’s. Not that obnoxious Tendo bastard, either. It was his right, his duty, to provide (Y/N) with everything she needed.

A predatory instinct ignited within him, sharpening his focus. He was going to have to kill Kageyama. Tonight. There was no choice in the matter. (Y/N) was his, and it was his responsibility to protect her from anyone who dared to encroach on what was rightfully his. She deserved someone strong enough to keep her safe, and who better than himself? 

Who else was better suited to protect (Y/N) other than him? He had watched over her, studied her quirks, and understood her desires better than anyone else. Tsukishima felt a swell of confidence mixed with possessiveness as he thought of her. She needed someone who wouldn’t hesitate to act, someone who knew the dangers lurking in the shadows. 

With a grim expression etched on his face, Tsukishima turned on his heel, a sense of purpose guiding his steps. Each stride brought him closer to Kageyama, and he felt an intoxicating thrill of anticipation. He had a bastard to kill. The night was young, and he would make sure that Kageyama would never again think he had the right to lay a hand on (Y/N). This was only the beginning.  ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡ ♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

Kageyama tossed the volleyball into the air, watching it spin against the dim light of his room. The familiar weight of it felt good in his hands, grounding him as he prepared for the game tomorrow. But as he glanced up at his bed, his heart swelled with a different kind of joy. There, nestled under his comforter, was (Y/N), her soft breathing creating a gentle rhythm that filled the quiet space around them. He couldn't help but smile at the sight.

He was happy. Truly happy. The adrenaline from the upcoming match was nothing compared to the warmth spreading through him as he absorbed the moment. As much as he was excited to play in the game tomorrow, he found himself wishing this night could stretch on indefinitely, a blissful loop of laughter and shared secrets.

It had been far too long since (Y/N) had last come over, and Kageyama missed the easy companionship they had shared. Their late-night talks, filled with comfortable silences and gentle teasing, were memories he cherished. This night felt different—special. It was a rare chance for them to reconnect without the pressures of school or volleyball looming over them. 

Kageyama's mind wandered to the possibilities that lay ahead. Maybe he could talk to (Y/N) about making these sleepovers a regular thing. He could imagine them side by side, sharing snacks and stories, their laughter echoing in the stillness of the night. The thought alone made his heart race with excitement. 

That would be perfect, he mused, a smile still lingering on his lips as he placed the volleyball down with a soft thud. He turned his gaze back to (Y/N), her peaceful expression stirring something protective within him. Kageyama leaned back against the wall, listening to her breaths, wishing he could freeze this moment in time, savoring the warmth and intimacy that enveloped them. He didn’t want this night to end; he wanted it to last forever..

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reaction to jisung & sion awsaz ep 2

time for our awkward 02 boys again!

we see from the thumbnail that sion is already very giggle

sion's slowly getting braver about doing cringe stuff. i think it's probably because jisung is awkward too so he doesn't feel alone in the cringe lol.

these two are enjoying themselves sooo much

so sion has an accent from his hometown in mokpo

lol speaking in dialect? i won't be able to tell if they actually do

yesss we got another one, sion is a mint choco lover >3

oh jisung likes mint choco chip too! <3

bro the first time i told someone i liked mint chocolate chip they were like "why do you like eating toothpaste?" i had no idea it was such a polarizing food at the time, i just saw the ice cream in the cafeteria and tried and liked it 😅

sion liking all the foods that jisung doesn't like lmao

jisung really into malatang lately? oh? doesn't haechan like hot pot too? also wish's managers took them to hot pot so the hot pot contingent in nct is potentially growing lol.

so is this game that they can't open their eyes and look at each other at the same time? kind of a cute game ngl. it's very 'doki doki oh we made eye contact uwu'

lol the sentimental background music

jisung got the lines for the poem, but for sion doyoung was just like you're on yhour own kid 😂

now a game with the mcs

they're playing halli galli which i think is that card game with the fruits

ryo hasn't played this game before so doyoung is teaching him <3 doyoung is such a good mentor, he always handles the kids so gently. also ryo is the smolest here

jisung explaining the game but not meeting ryo's eyes....let's be honest jisung could do awsaz with literally every nct member including dream members because he gets cringed out so easily

sion says ryo is a master at uno

is sion more comfortable with doyoung? he initiated on his own

doyoung said person who loses has to come back as a guest?

only with nct

so who is doyoung awkward with??? i can't imagine him being awkward with anyone lol

sion's hyping up ryo as a good student and ryo's trying to turn the attention back to sion

jisung SHOOK at the fact that ryo is born in 07 😭

doyoung: guess i'll check myself into the old folks' home then

jisung is falling behind 😂😂

LMAO jisung's hail mary round 🤣 pulled a small victory from the jaws of certain defeat 🤣

JISUNG!!!!! continuing to crawl his way back up after losing all his cards lmaooo

aw, ryo lost. well this is his first time playing. and he's a baby so we have to cut him some slack :P

oh true i forget they were the originators of this show haha. but i still don't think doyoung and renjun are as awkward as some of the other pairs in this group. because neither of them are inherently awkward people. whereas there are some people (jisung, xiaojun, maybe sion) who have a higher natural awkwardness lmfao

:3c

i was confused about this food called a financier but i think it's a pastry

how to take a selfie with two people 🤣

awkwardness is too much lmao

exchanging phone numbers now :3 jisung even initiated it

are they holding plushies? plushie bouquets? that's so cute

lmaooo intj kunkungsi and nct dream parkjisung sunbae

jisung likes to use nicknames for contacts

awww so his name for sion would be sioff

sion uses normal names, as you SHOULD lol

they're doing this like a dating show lol, pick up the call if they want to accept the friendship. nct loves their dating shows don't they :P

of course jisung picked up, he's not that cruel huhu

lmao streamers

absolutely adorable plushie bouquets, i wonder if this is going to be a new trend

so i guess sion is another bunny and jisung is hamjwi as usual

lol next challenge is for jisung and sion to go for hot pot together :3

sion: i got through the awkwardness by force

yes! ryo did so good :3

jisung and sion are soooo delighted by this nomination for guests from doyoung

sion also recommends sakuya because he thinks he won't listen to any of the hyungs (nii-sans?)

and of course, ryo has to come at least once because he lost halli galli

they've labelled this as season 1, because technically it's return of awsaz. so i wonder if this is a rebrand. not in terms of just the show, but...nct as a whole has gone through a lot of change in the past year, and the addition of wish was one of the major changes. so maybe that's why nct is kind of doing a soft rebranding as a whole.

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Yoko and The Beatles The reasons the Beatles broke up are extremely well documented and even at the height of their animosity none of the band ever blamed Yoko Ono for it - so why is this still a thing? The amount of editing and censorship I had to do to keep this video from getting age restricted (including even the Birth of Venus gag) was funny at first, then it was frustrating, and then it was just farcical, at points veering into disrespectful once it gets into heavier territory towards the middle of the video (which is why there's an unaliving prevention service at the bottom of the video). It took me almost a week of trial and error to make it inoffensive enough to be seen by people who are not logged into the app. If you want to see the uncensored version of this video (trust me, it’s better), as well as every other video I've produced in the last three years you can do so here: https://ift.tt/p8e6MWN or on my Patreon: https://ift.tt/h7RaZBS To be clear, these other videos will never be on YouTube, because they are Nebula Originals - Nebula owns the distribution rights. This one was not an Original. Thumbnail art by Skutch @skutchdraws.bsky.social Voices by: @FDSignifire @PhilosophyTube @hbomberguy @MedlifeCrisis @michaelhobbes8182 @filmjoy @münecat @ToddintheShadows 0:00-10:30 The Ballad of John and Yoko 10:30-16:10 She's Not a Girl That Misses Much 16:10-20:56 Baby You're a Rich Man 20:56-24:21 Don't Pass Me By 24:21-27:28 Isn't it a Pity 27:28-32:52 I'm So Tired 32:52-34:31 There's a shadow hanging over me 34:31-39:16 The Fool on the Hill 39:16-46:07 You Never Give Me Your Money 46:07-55:29 Everybody's Got Something to Hide (Except for Me and My Monkey) 55:29-01:02:58 While My Guitar Gently Weeps 01:02:58-01:04:54 Her Majesty 01:04:54-01:07:53 I used to be cruel to my woman, I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved 01:07:53-01:18:18 Carry That Weight 01:18:18-01:24:27 Happiness is a Warm Gun 01:24:27-01:32:04 Well I bet you I'm gonna be a big star 01:32:04-01:36:54 Now and Then, I miss you 01:36:54 Remember Love via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMOABV_zgrk

[ashenvein-gate]

I've devoted laborious thought these past few months to the way 90s and early 2000s autism "support" still causes problems for me, and I must assume many other autistic people, as adults. I was overwhelmingly conditioned to make myself agreeable to neurotypicals.

In return, I received promises.

I was, for all practical intents and purposes, told that as long as I tried to repress my autistic traits and avoid being a nuisance, as long as I waited politely to be noticed and invited closer, neurotypical society would ensure I was taken care of. Not empowered, but at least supported.

Which was, of course, complete nonsense and never happened.

I missed out on many, many, MANY opportunities for connection and growth in college because I was so, well... brainwashed. Meanwhile, in the decade since, there's been this... incredibly cruel pivot.

"Oh, autistic people! They're so quirky and weird and passionate! We love these little creatures!"

I've seen that narrative a lot.

But there's been no accountability for the devastating infantilization many of us were forced to endure, nor any resources invested in making up for its effects. So here I am, devoting all the energy I can spare each day after weathering transphobia, seismic shifts in the creative industry and online landscape, and all the other messes of this Earthly life, to individually overcoming the harmful conditioning I was systemically subjected to.

The culture's shifted from dehumanizing us to just... assuming we're empowered now. I'm glad there's more openness to seeing us as complete people, but it doesn't fill the void where I should've had a future. I never built it because I was taught to wait 'til "normal" people did it for me. But hey, I've seen at least one Youtube video crop up recently by a person who (according to the title and thumbnail, at any rate, I didn't watch it) says they really want an autistic girlfriend! Huzzah for inclusivity!

(This is sarcasm)

I've said all I would say for now.

[firesnap]

Friend, this was a lot of words for "I Don't Know This Situation Nor Read All Of This Post"

A lot of people are now saying they knew Wilbur was manipulative/a bully/cruel/problematic OUTSIDE and BEFORE the abuse. But they all still chose to make content, feature and platform him. They chose to put him in thumbnails and talk about him on stream and play his band for their audiences. This isn't about potential imaginary victims, this is about a lot of them choosing to ignore that he was Not A Good Person for the sake of getting clicks out of his name.

More importantly, Wilbur's victim made it clear on a stream with another victim of a MCYTer that ran in that same friend group that the cc's near the situation were told about both abusers' behavior months ago.

The only cc who unfollowed Wilbur Soot months ago was Aimsey.

The victims also said that most of the cc's, particularly nearly every man, continued to interact and socialize with their abusers.

The victims themselves are telling you that people knew. The victims are telling you that, even if you go "well __ was young when they met Wilbur" that doesn't excuse that they're still hanging out with Lexie's abuser when Lexie is their age.

When Shelby first streamed and told her story, the silence that greeted her from the streaming community was so loud. Her core group of friends remained the only people to tweet support or comment on the matter at all (Krinios btw, who you mentioned, was in Shelby's stream that day and sent her massive support and love the entire time).

When Wilbur's bland ass apology was posted only then did people flock to "dunk" on it and earn their Twitter points and get some easy hit tweets. They turned it into something that was not about Shelby, but getting on some tweet highlight reel of another bad YouTuber apology. But they all saw before then. It was not a matter of they couldn't speak, it costs nothing to just say you support Shelby Shubble, it was that they didn't care until it was profitable to do so.

You are turning this into "abuse victims don't need to give us stories or speak" when the post was "content creators only turn against each other when they see it profitable to do so."

This is the only post I will be writing in regards to Wilbur Soot's statement.

It was a shit apology. I'm not going over that. We can analyze it to death but it absolutely reads like the apology of someone who is now represented by some label's legal team. The only thing I'm thankful for is that he did not release text messages between him and Shelby in some attempt to distract people. She doesn't deserve that embarrassment.

But, I really hope you read this, I need you to stop treating this like a party. I need you to stop giving every CC that speaks up about this a hit post or hit tweet by liking it.

Almost none of these people liked a single post of Shelby's or uttered the words "I'm so sorry for what Shelby went through" They waited until it was safe to say something. They waited until they could write a "coming in with a steel chair reply." They waited until they knew it would look good.

They revealed that Wilbur has always been manipulative, a narcissist a bully and mean to his friends. They revealed they've always thought he was a bad person. They've revealed that they don't think he's taking accountability while they stayed silent.

And not just silent for a few days. Some of these people are saying they knew for better for weeks, months, years that he was a horrible person. And they said nothing. They let people spend time and money and energy on a community of a person they knew was dangerous and cruel and they said nothing.

They didn't need Shelby Shubble to come forward and say how bad of a person Wilbur Soot was. They didn't need Shelby's story, if they thought he was a bad person, to not appear in videos with him or be in a group channel with him or mention him on stream or tease content with him or be on Anvil Cards or follow him on all social media platforms.

But they did anyway because, to these content creators, it's better to be silent and let a bad person flourish than cause "drama" online.

These people do not give fuck. I need you all to please take this advice that none of these online creators are worth the time and energy you put into them. You don't know what else they're sitting on. You don't know what they've done. You are lying to yourself, right now, if you think Phil or Tommy or Tubbo or Jack or whoever your current fave is wouldn't have been fine saying nothing if Shelby hadn't spoke first. You're lying to yourself if you think whatever new smp or content creator group you're currently into doesn't have horrible shit that they're all choosing to ignore.

The amount of manipulation required by these content creators to maintain the devotion and investment of their communities is horrific.

Do not trust your mental well being, your comfort, your whatever to these people. Any of them.

[roosterbruiser]

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

wow this is hard! not to be conceited, but I truly love all my stories so much. all my characters are my babies and all the plots are so near and dear to my heart! it's almost like I'm writing for myself (I absolutely am)!

I've gotta say, I'm very proud of Cruel Summer. horror is my favorite genre of anything ever and I was so scared to write it, but it has been so much fun! hard, but fun!

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

oh, good lord.....let's list: Cruel Summer, Stone Fox '73, Voulez-Vous next chapter, Voulez-Vous imagine, Landslide oneshot, Baby I'd Rather Be Dead, plus Silver Springs! I don't wanna count Northern Sky and The 33rd of August bc I'm not sure when they'll be up! but that's still a whopping seven!

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

honestly, I did not expect Fuck: The Universe to blow up the way it did. that was the first of my work to ever really explode....it genuinely like blew up overnight! the response was so amazing! and that's when I truly discovered that I love writing for Jake Seresin!!

bc of that story, I went from 200 followers to 1200! that is so insane!!

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh I love this! I think my forte is writing the saddest fucking thing anyone's ever read, so it's no surprise here that Landslide has some of my favorite lines ever.

I'd say this is one of my favorites:

I don’t dream. 

And it’s a good thing that I don’t because I am too close to Maggie’s room to have a dream that doesn’t make me want to turn myself inside out. It would be a certain torture to dream of her in such close proximity to the one place on earth where parts of her are preserved: her scent, her fingerprints, her hair. It’s a room I will not allow myself to stay in for more than a moment--if not because of the panic that invades my being or how overwhelmed I am with her loss then because I do not want to become accustomed to her scent. No, it needs to stay in that room. Contained, waiting. It might be the only way my parents have done right by her.

or this:

If Maggie was here now, she’d be standing silently beside me. Her eyes would wash over this unfamiliar room, this room that should never be this white and this empty, and she would be fidgeting with the skin around her thumbnail nervously. Maybe she would whisper something about her buying the house at the last minute, keeping it in the family. Maybe we would even laugh for a brief moment despite ourselves. She would bump me with her hip when she noticed my tears and pretend like she wasn’t crying, too. And then we would lean against each other wordlessly, identical knots in our throats.  

This house felt like hers too, even if she never formally lived here. Pieces of her must exist here still, just like they exist in her childhood bedroom in Topeka. Even between the heavy paint and the disinfectant and the years since she died, there has to be parts of her here. This is it, I think: I am saying goodbye to my last tangible pieces of her.

So I close my eyes, let the sunlight kiss my wet cheeks through the curtainless windows, and take my final breath of this air she breathed. And I imagine that she is standing before me, her freckles glowing orange in the afternoon sun, her chipped teeth on display as she grins with an open mouth. She’s just out of reach, like she always is. I don’t try to reach out and touch her. I just think of her watching me with my eyes closed. 

“Bye,” I whisper, my voice echoing off the empty walls, “be good.”

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

honestly, I think the title Stone Fox '73 is so slay. fun fact: it's my only multi-part fic title (besides Fuck: The Universe) that isn't the title of a song!

fanfic asks

[caretaker-au]

you’re probably offline again, and I don’t know if anyone is gonna see this. but your au is genuinely one of my most favorite Undertale AUs ever. I have been in the Undertale fandom for a LONG time, but I don’t think there will ever be something as well written as the Caretaker AU again. the amount of research and love put into it is so cool. it truly does feel like something that could possibly happen in the actual canon and I LOVE it.

your version of Chara is also one of the most best portrayals of them I’ve EVER seen in the entire history of the fandom. when you began releasing the final chapters for the AU, I remember just sitting at my computer and rereading Chara’s lines over and over again. because their character was just so interesting to see in action. even when it was still a comic, their goddamn expressions and words are just so memorable to me. I still and always will have that little sadistic smile ingrained in my brain. (that also includes literally every character in comic even the background ones.) I love how you handle Chara as well, how you made them a horrible person but not totally unrealistic. like that one asker said, you feel bad for them, but just a LITTLE TINY bit. because they always screw up everything for themself and then go blame a 12 year old for it.

speaking of Frisk, your portrayal of them is definitely so very canon to me. I love their design and personality so much. they are so just relatable too, possibly one of the most realistic 12 year olds I’ve seen in a comic. they remind me a lot of me in a way, especially when I was 12 lol. I’m beyond happy they got a happy ending, they deserve it after, y’know, everything.

I wish you all luck on any other projects you may be working on. and I hope you are proud of what you have accomplished. :) you crafted a truly beautiful story. now if you don’t mind me, I’m just going to go reread everything again.

(take a shot every time I say ever lol, sorry for any spelling mistakes, thank you for reading it all)

Thank you so much for your kind words. Caretaker truly was a huge labor of love. I remember back when Ellipsis came up with the concept how it just gripped me like a bear trap. I couldn't stop thinking about it! Eruto felt the same way and was saying we should make a comic, and I was like, "no no, I don't want to do all that line art" but then she was like, you won't be alone we can draw it TOGETHER and then to demonstrate she took one of my super rough sketches and lined and colored it. And I was like, wow okay maybe this is feasible.

The resulting 3-ish years it felt like we were spending every waking hour working on Caretaker. I carried my sketchbook everywhere and would draw out thumbnails during my breaks at work, I'd be thinking about it on the drive home, and then we'd get on a discord call together to draw, line, and color for hours at a time. I could go on but the bottom line is that I LOVED IT. Each finished page (drawn or written!) fills me with pride and I look back fondly on the time spent creating and maintaining this blog together. It was exciting, compelling, and at many times exhausting, but worth it.

As far as the characterization goes, glad that you appreciate it! We reminded ourselves to never lose sight of the fact that Chara was still a human being--full of contradictions and ego and multiple-facets--but we didn't want to justify their behavior either. We all know people who are selfish, manipulative, and arrogant, but what happens when a person like that gets naïve enablement and never has to face any repercussions for their behavior? Without the correcting force that is LIFE, a cynical, angry, cruel child like Chara didn't have any reason to second-guess their worldview. Of course anything that goes wrong must be the fault of someone else!

This has already gotten kinda long, so all I'll say on Frisk is thank you and glad you agree! Personally, I knew some friends of the family who had kids about that age so I tried to reference their behavior in my mind when it came to writing Frisk. (Though most of Frisk's behaviors boil down to "RUN!!") Through the many discussions and occasional rewrites of this story, we always planned on ensuring Frisk had a happy ending. ♥

Thanks once again for the ask, and I hope you enjoy the reread!