#and also youre so rude to the support staff

[oizilla]

If you make over $500k a year on average you have no right to complain to me

[lunaritex]

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ LIGHTS, CAMERA AND LOVE 𖤐. — nishimura riki

↺ CONTENT: idol au, both reader and riki are idols, reader is female, brief tooth-rotting fluff.

↺ FROM HYE: this was inspired after watching his artist of the month video heh…

“Hello everyone. I’m (Name) and today, I’m on the set of Studio Choom to film the video for the Artist of the Month,” you introduced yourself, clapping and bowing a little as you sat on the chair provided by the staff. 

“(Name), how does it feel to be chosen as the Artist of the Month?” 

Laughing, you shyly tucked your hair behind your left ear. “Ah, to be honest, I’m not that confident in my dancing abilities. So I was quite shocked when I heard I got selected. But thank you so much for the opportunity provided to me. I will show my best self for everyone and my fans.” 

“Can you tell us what you have prepared for us?”

Humming, you slung your left leg over your right as you rested your hands on your left knee. “I’ve chosen to perform two songs: Rude Boy by Rihanna and Work it by Missy Elliot. I have gone with hip hop and pop, as I always wanted to try dancing to these kinds of songs. And I like challenging myself to new things too.” 

“How would you rate the choreography?” 

You purse your lips, pondering over it before answering. “If you know Pass the Mic by ENHYPEN, take their choreography and multiply it by… three times? It’s quite hard and it took me a while to master it.” 

“Speaking of ENHYPEN, how long have you been dating Nishimura Riki?” 

You gasped, taken aback by the sudden question about your love life. Your face flushed red when you heard the staff laugh at your embarrassment. “We’ve been together for about six months now, and our monthly anniversary is coming tomorrow. Which is also the day the video will drop too. I hope everyone looks forward to it-?” 

You paused when you saw a familiar figure entering the place. You ignored how you were in the middle of an interview, face brightening at the sight of your beloved boyfriend entering. You excitedly waved as Riki got closer. He chuckled, leaning down to press a loving kiss on your forehead as he stood beside you. Due to him being too tall, the camera was not able to capture his face. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you’re still busy with your schedule,” you asked, having to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“We ended early and I decided to surprise you. Although, it looks like you’re in the middle of something,” he sounds sheepish, but the staff merely shrugged his apology off. 

You giggled, leaning against him and faced the camera. “Now that my boyfriend’s here, maybe we should hear some encouraging words from him. Right, Riki?”

“Huh? Why are you suddenly interviewing me?” His eyes widened, not expecting you to change the direction of the interview just like that. You laughed at his reaction, pulling at his hand. 

“Come on, just say a few words!” You begged. 

Sighing, he bent slightly to reveal his face to the camera. “Hello, I’m Nishimura Riki from ENHYPEN. Uh, I don’t have much to say but please show lots of love and support to (Name)’s performance video. It drops tomorrow and I can tell she has put in a lot of effort into making the video. Thanks.” 

“Before we end, could we have the both of you do a dance together?” 

“Aish, I knew there was something else after this,” Riki mischievously wagged his finger at the staff, eliciting a round of amused laughter from them. 

You chuckled, rising to your feet. “Sure, how about we cover Riki’s dance on Studio Choom? The Artist of the Month video and we can do the moment of the video where it's most replayed.” 

“Don’t tell me…” Riki’s voice trailed off, recognition flickering across his face when he saw one of the staff handing both of you sunglasses. 

“Yup.” 

Both of you got into position. Once the music started, the staff were amazed with how in sync you were with one another. Your facial expressions were on point, easily matching the vibes of the song. Thankfully, you did not have to perform the whole choreography and instead, only showcase five minutes of it. When it ended, you were panting and catching your breath. 

“Since when did you learn it?” Riki asked, amazed as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“It was meant to be a surprise, but I guess it’s out of the bag now,” you sheepishly scratched your head, squeaking when he embraced you in a hug, his taller frame hiding you from the camera. The staff took it as a cue to end the recording, wanting to give the couple their much-needed alone time. 

Seeing this, Riki took it as his cue to squish your cheeks with his hands. You made a noise of protest but he ignores it, sniggering at your offended expression. He could no longer hold back, leaning down to give you a searing kiss on your lips. Before you could react, he had pulled away. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face at the sight of your dazed look. 

“You’re so cute,” he teased. 

“Riki!”

Needless to say, the video did well and most of the comment sections were filled with people squealing over your relationship. 

‘(Name) and Riki are so cute together! And the way they are in sync with one another is so cool! Truly the power duo we need.’

‘Forget Riki, I want (Name) instead.’

‘The part where they threw their sunglasses at the same time… chefs kiss.’ 

[lxkeee]

Just read your thing about lucifer with a morticia addams like character, and I already had alot of thoughts like, how would it be if lucifer then took her to the hotel to introduce her to the others, what would it have been like if she was at the hotel when lucifer came to see charlie, things like that, it was so great!

LUCIFER X OVERLORD! FEM! READER

—part two!

I'm gonna add a little twist to this;)

Which is jealous Lucifer lmfao.

PART ONE |

“Darling, are you sure you wanted me to be there? I don't want to intrude on your little family reunion with your daughter.” [y/n] says, her hand over her hips as she looked down (literally) on him. Her antlers form a shadow over his form, majestic.

“Darling, I promise you won't be intruding and yes, I want you to be there. I need your support.” Lucifer says pleading making [y/n] sigh softly, a small smile on her face.

“Alright, anything to make my darling happy.” she says with a giggle.

Everything she says and does makes his knees weak.

He's whipped.

Arriving at the hotel, [y/n] told him he should go inside first as she needed to take care of some... Pests...

Both of them are powerful beings so they are bound to have enemies that follows them.

[y/n] managed to sense those familiar presence who always wanted to take her down but failed spectacularly.

“Wait... I should go with you.” Lucifer says worriedly, holding her hands. [Y/n] just squeezing his hands in assurance.

“Do not fret, it's not something I can't handle and besides, they're nothing but pesky roaches that I could easily crush with a flick of my finger.” [y/n] says with a smirk before leaning down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I will return quickly, and enjoy some personal time with your daughter. You owe it to her, hmm?” she says with a raised eyebrow and Lucifer sighs before nodding with a smile.

“Alright, just... Be careful okay? Promise me.” Lucifer says with a worried tone, [y/n] had to pat his hear.

“Of course, darling. I'll always come back to you.” she says with a small genuine smile, her sharp teeth can be seen before morphing her body into a shadow and camouflages with the surrounding shadows. Leaving him behind to deal with the threat near the hotel.

Lucifer sighs before eventually walking towards the door of the hotel.

Lucifer eventually met the staff and guests of the hotel along with Charlie. He doesn't like that Alastor guy, gives him bad vibes.

“And this is Niffty, she's our house cleaner.” Charlie introduces as Niffty begins to crawl Lucifer just so she could face him face to face, “I clean.” Niffty says with a giggle.

Charlie was nervous to say the least, she's nervous about what her dad is thinking about the hotel. Suddenly there was a knock on the hotel door.

The sound causing everyone to keep quiet. Charlie decided to open the door to see the infamous shadow demon, standing tall and ominous with a large grin on her face.

“Gree—” the tall demoness greeted but was cut off as the door was slammed shut.

Charlie decided to open it again to make sure she didn't imagine things, didn't imagine one of hell's powerful overlords in her doorstep, “tings—” the demoness continued but the door was slammed shut again.

Lucifer had to face palm while Alastor's grin widened as he heard the familiar voice of his deer friend (badum tsss) while also feeling a sense of deja vu.

“Charlie, dear. Can you open the door? It is rude to slam the door on someone's face.” Lucifer sighs with a chuckle making Charlie laugh nervously before eventually opening the door.

“May I speak now?” the tall demoness asked with a grin.

“You may.” Charlie said hesitantly but her hand was quickly grabbed as the demoness shook her hand.

“It is finally a pleasure to meet you sweetheart, your dad has been telling me so many good things about you!” the demoness says with a large grin on her face as she entered the hotel.

The princess of hell was confused.

“Wait... My dad told you things about me...?” Charlie asked as Lucifer walked beside the tall demoness.

“Um yes... Charlie, I would like you to meet [y/n] she's my.... lover...” Lucifer says, voice getting shyer at the end.

Charlie blinked, [y/n] just grins.

Charlie finally processed his words.

“She's your girlfriend?!” Charlie asked, mouth agape.

“Yes, for a few months now.” Lucifer says with a chuckle.

The others just stared at the couple, blinking as they tried to process it.

Well... They are both powerful and they kinda look like each other's type. They thought as they looked at the two.

“My word, I didn't expect you to snag the king of hell my dear friend.” Alastor says with a smirk, his familiar static voice catching [y/n]'s attention.

Lucifer's eyes twitch. This bastard knows his woman?

“Is that Alastor I hear?” [y/n] says with a grin, morphing her body into shadows as she teleports next to Alastor's side.

“[y/n]! It's been awhile since I've last seen you, how have you been my dearest friend?” Alastor greeted, bowing down to place a gentle kiss on [y/n]'s knuckles, a subtle smirk on his face.

Lucifer's left eye twitched as he looked at the scene in front of him.

He's not angry at [y/n], no, no. He is pissed at Alastor though.

“I should be the one asking you that! You've disappeared for seven years, I thought you already kicked the bucket my friend.” [y/n] laughs and Alastor laughed with her.

Lucifer quickly appeared on [y/n]'s side, holding a protective arm around her waist.

“Darling, I didn't know you're acquainted with this man.” Lucifer asked, his eyes glaring at Alastor.

[y/n] just chuckles, intertwining her hand with Lucifer's hand.

“Alastor here is an overlord so it would make sense we know each other. Considering we have our annual overlord meetings.” [y/n] explained, giving him assurance.

Alastor finds entertainment in teasing others and right now is a perfect opportunity to tease the king of hell more.

“[y/n] here is a charming woman, her presence is a real head turner. I couldn't resist getting acquainted with her.” Alastor says with a grin.

The others just looking at the scene happening between the three.

“Oohh... Drama...” Angel whispers to Husk, making Husk chuckle.

*cue the chandelier falling in front of them*

*cue the hell's greatest dad scene.*

[y/n] sighs, a small smile on her face as he watched Lucifer being shown around the hotel by Charlie and Alastor. [Y/n] decided to stay in the lobby as she wanted to get acquainted with others.

“So you and the short king?” Angel says making [y/n] snort.

“Indeed, quite a catch really.” [y/n] chuckles as she sat on the bar stool. Husk preparing her a drink.

“You know what they say, the shorter the height the bigger the—” Angel was cut off by Husk.

“I swear to God if you say dick!” Husk remarked.

“Heart! Goodness, Husk. Get your mind out of the gutter!” Angel laughed.

[Y/n] bursts out laughing, these people are so fun to be around.

“Goodness, you guys are so hilarious!” [y/n] says in between laughs.

Safe to say the others warmed up to her and her to them.

[y/n] spent the rest of her time just joking with the others, occasionally giving Niffty cleaning tips and Vaggie some suggestions on how to improve the hotel.

*Cue the loan sharks destroying the hotel*

Lucifer and [y/n] stood next to each other as they watched Alastor deal with the loan sharks. [Y/n] had an amazed look in her eyes while Lucifer just watched in slight caution.

[y/n] may be the type of demon who finds joy in others pain but at this moment, she places her hand on Lucifer's shoulder as a warning. [Y/n] can tell that Charlie was getting upset from Lucifer's remarks.

“Darling, calm down.” [y/n] says softly but Lucifer's emotions are controlling his actions.

“How can he have faith in me but my own father can't?” Charlie asked, clearly upset.

“Charlie, sweetie...” [y/n] says softly, approaching the poor girl. Squeezing the poor girl's hands in assurance.

Mother is mothering fr.

[y/n] can sense that Charlie and Lucifer needed to talk this out. Giving the girl a pat on her head before walking to Lucifer's side.

“Lucifer... I think it's time to tell her.” [y/n] says softly in his ear. Squeezing his hand in assurance before joining the others. Angel offered her some popcorn which she gladly accepted.

[y/n] looked so proud, watching the father and daughter hug each other. Her eyes sparkled in amazement as she looked at Lucifer's wings. It never fails to mesmerize her.

Lucifer finally agreeing in scheduling Charlie a meeting with heaven.

“Good luck, kiddo.” Lucifer says and extends his hand towards [y/n]'s direction. [Y/n] accepting his hand.

“You can do it Charlie.” [y/n] grins before the couple finally left the hotel in puff of sparkling red smoke.

“I hope Miss [y/n] visits, I like her.” Niffty says with a small laugh.

“Your dad's new lover doesn't seem so bad.” Vaggie says as she stood beside Charlie.

Charlie just smiled, “Yeah, she doesn't seem so bad.”

Charlie is glad her father found someone like [y/n], she can see the chemistry between the two.

“Are you okay?” [y/n] asked softly as she spooned Lucifer on his bed. Her arms wrapped protectively around him.

“I'll be fine. Thanks for being here with me.” Lucifer says softly, blushing slightly as he felt her place a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck.

“Anytime.” she says softly.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi Gallus, I just wanted to let you know that your airport posts appeared on the bestofreddittorupdates subreddit. I think you’ve posted before about not being ok with your stuff being posted elsewhere, so I wanted to let you know.

I've decided that the policy is:

Anyone who reposts my content for profit or for a paid job without my permission, like the handful of magazine and blog "Staff writers" I've had to DMCA nuke, can get fucked.

If you want to repost to instagram, reddit, w/e social media where you only get internet points, I don't really mind, but PLEEEEEASE include a link to my pinned post or Ko-fi because weird stories is how I support myself. BestOfReddittorUptates poster, if you're here, would you please link the Ko-fi on the reddit post? https://ko-fi.com/gallusrostromegalus Here's a convenient link and everything.

If you want to do a dramatic reading for your youtube, write an article for your blog or write a stageplay based on one of my posts, where you will make money and/or get a grade for it, Just Ask first? I'll probably say yes, but it's rude when people decide to make stuff for money or school with my work and ask me for "permission" after the fact. Also, please link back.

Fanart or Fic based on my posts is always fine. @me about it, I wanna see and my activity page is a mess.

[threewaysdivided]

New Desktop Dash, No Bueno

Okay so, new dash layout on desktop.

As seems to be a common reaction: not a fan.

Let's talk about some of the issues:

1. Really visually cluttered

The new sidebar crowds out the dashboard content and the bright blue popup notifications (now at the side AND top) and create-post bar pull your eyes in different directions. There is no space for the eye to rest on anymore - it's all noise. The end result is that everything flattens - there's no focal point anymore.

It's also pretty overwhelming - even for someone like me - so I can't imagine it would be very user-friendly to someone who was photosensitive or struggled with visual overload (especially when paired with the high-contrast 'true blue' default site palette and animated icons for the changes-on-tumblr/staff-picks/trending buttons).

2. The activity pop-up now covers dashboard content

This is really bad from a usability standpoint. In the old layout the activity pop-up used to drop down over the recommended blogs sidebar. Now it actively gets in the way of looking at core content. The dash is why we are here, burying it like this is baffling.

The search bar now drops down over the recommended blogs banner instead, but where the old design had non-critical space on each side of the dashboard to visually allow both features to pop in, this new layout is way worse for efficiency. And for what? Having a rarely-used former drop-down menu now permanently active? The old banner with quick-links for the key use-features (notes, messages, askbox) made much more design sense.

It also means that the activity pop-up gets now completely covered by the blog pop-up that opens when you click the notification, so double demerit there. 0/10.

3. It's harder to navigate to the activity page, and the new page-stretch means you can't see new notes without scrolling down

That first bit is kind of a nitpick but cramming the 'See everything' link down at the bottom of a browser window isn't a great navigation choice. (Again, the visual signifiers and eye-direction in this new design are incredibly poor.)

That the main activity page now requires you to scroll to even see the top note due to the new display ratio is really egregious. It makes another key site feature just slightly less convenient and accessible in a very irritating way. Bad choice.

4. The new ratio pushes the Radar and Main Sponsored slot completely off-screen

This one is directed the tumblr staff: that's also a bad choice, guys. That's your main ad-slot for people loading into Tumblr so hiding it is going to hurt both your ad-impressions and your ability to promote the ad-free option. The new layout ratio also means that the in-dash ads are going to be a lot more invasively screen-filling - and let's be real most users will either add-block or leave before purchasing ad-free. I have no idea what the new layout is trying to achieve but if ad optimisation is the goal then this ain't it, chief.

To be honest I cannot comprehend the rationale for this change. I guess it's visually a bit more like Twitter... but that site is currently being demolished from the inside by poor management decisions so maybe it's not the best aesthetic to be aping.

Well then, what do?

Okay so, new dash bad. And so, in true Tumblr spirit: we complain. However, to get results we must deploy the art of kvetching productively.

If you want the old dash back (or at least, a better new-dash design that corrects some of these big weaknesses) what you should do is head over to https://www.tumblr.com/support and lodge a feedback ticket pointing out the problems. The more users who do that, the more likely you are to see an effective response.

Remember, tagging @staff and @support in posts won't fix this. There's no guarantee they'll see it among the notes barrage.

Also: please don't be rude or abusive when you lodge tickets. Whoever is manning those blogs and inboxes probably isn't the person who forced through this change. Save an intern, be polite.

Go forth in disgruntlement to keep this hellhole a hellhome.

[outsideratheart]

Be Proud (Ana Maria-Crnogorcevic x reader)

A/N: Based off this request.

You had missed your girlfriend dearly. So much so that you were tempted to break the curfew so you could go to her hotel and see her before you became opponents. 

In the end you decide against it. 

The first time you see Ana is when you walk onto the pitch for the inspection. She is talking to Jenni in the centre whilst you stand on the sidelines with Alexia. 

“You can go see her you know?” Your club captain nudges you. 

What Alexia didn’t know is that you had been warned by Jorge not to see her before the game. He said he needed his star forward focused and even went as far to call Ana a distraction. Something that didn’t settle well with you. 

“I’ll wait till after the game. I can’t deal with him before the game” you shrug your shoulders but Alexia knew that you played your best football when you saw Ana, whether that is when she’s by your side or a quick hi before kick off. 

“I’m going over and you’re coming with me” she puts her arm round your shoulder and all but pushes you towards your girlfriend. 

You don’t make your presence known immediately as Jenni is in the middle of speaking. Ana, on the other hand, had no problem in turning all her attention to you regardless if Jenni is talking or not. 

It was sickening to those around them. It didn’t matter whether there was twenty people around, when you and Ana was in close proximity everyone and everything around you became irrelevant. 

“Hi” your tone is low. 

“Hi” Ana replies; the corner of her mouth rising to form a smirk. 

It had been mere weeks since you last saw her but you could have sworn she’s changed somehow. 

“Anyways don’t take it personally when we beat you” Jenni unintentionally ruins the moment between you. Her words bring back the reality of the reason why Ana is standing in front of you in the first place. 

“Ana what—“

“Don’t. This is part of the sport. Sometimes we are team mates and sometimes we are opponents” 

“Win or lose. You’re mine” you say. It was both a question and a statement. 

Ana doesn’t have the chance to respond as she is called over by her coach. 

It was game time. 

You had put on a flawless performance but this came at a cost, not for you but for Ana because Spain’s win sent Switzerland home. For the first time in your career you wasn’t entirely happy about winning.

Ana was your first thought when the whistle was blown but Jorge pulled you over to him and the coaching staff.

“Great game Y/N. See what happens when you’re not distracted” Jorge says smugly. That man’s arrogance and annoyance knew no bounds.

“Me and the girls played well now if you’ll excuse I am going to show respect to our opponents and that includes my girlfriend” 

The blonde woman saw you walking over and met you half way. She had a look of disappointment on her face which is to be expected but she also wore a smile on her face. Even in the defeat she had the energy to be proud of you.

“You could have taken it easy on us” she says as she pulls you into her arms. With the height difference she can just about rest her chin on the top of your head.

“I did” you say rather smugly. Ana pulls away and gives you a look, one which makes you regret your comment “Sorry”

“Don’t be. I’m proud of you Y/N”

“Ana, you should be proud of how you played. Not just today but of every game you have played so far”

“You’re biased” Ana wanted to believe you but with the results they had it was hard.

“I am but that doesn’t mean what I’m saying isn’t true” 

The two of you were so caught up in each other that you didn’t realise both of your teams had begun doing their lap of the field thanking those who came to support them. Not wanting to be rude you joined them but stay together instead of going to your team mates. Ana’s arm rested comfortably on your shoulder as you walk. It was her way of keeping you close and in the bubble that was sure to be popped once you reached the tunnel.

“Can we swap shirts?” You ask timidly. 

“I would love to but I have promised it to someone else” 

“Who? Was it Jenni? Aitana? Alexia? Tell me who it is and I’ll fight them for it. I’m the only one that’s allowed to wear Crnogorcevic on the back of my shirt”

Ana cannot help but laugh at your protectiveness and she knows that you will soon soften when she tells you who is getting her shirt.

“You’re cute but you won’t be fighting anyone” she says confidently.

“Watch me” you weren’t backing down. You wanted Ana’s shirt. Who could be more important than her girlfriend.

Ana removed her arm and chose to hold your hand instead whilst pulling you towards the family and friends section, the Spanish family and friends section. She hopped the barrier, you followed in suit and together you walked to where Irene was talking to Lucia and their son. Mateo reached out his arms and chose to be held by you instead of Irene. Something which you loved.

Your girlfriend watched the way you held him and the way you talked to him as if he was your best friend. She loved seeing you with Mateo because it gave her a glimpse of what the future could look like.

You were so caught up with the little boy in your arms that you didn’t notice Ana taking her shirt off, almost. 

“Irene. I won’t let you wear my girlfriend’s shirt. Nope, sorry, not going to happen” 

The look the defender gave confused you. 

“Wrong Parades Y/N” 

Ana then proceeds to handing Mateo her shirt.

“How can I fight him? He’s so cute and small and look at those cheeks” you knew in that moment that there’s nothing you could do. 

“Told you so” Ana knew that you would have no problem letting the little boy have her shirt.

Irene takes her son from you and puts him down. It gives you the opportunity to place the shirt over his head and helping him get his arms through. You have no problem admitting he looked cute in Ana’s shirt.

The three of you, plus Mateo walk back across the pitch and towards the changing rooms. 

“Next time, I get your shirt” 

“Next time, I promise”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

So the William/Olympics/COVID post struck a nerve. I expected that, but some of the asks are getting viscious so I won't be posting any of that. These are my final comments/responses to the overnight asks.

1. COVID is still really very much a thing. It matters more to some people. It matters less to others. Everyone gets to decide for themselves how to protect themselves and handle it.

2. You can have different risk tolerances for different situations and can change your COVID (or flu or personal security or whatever-it-is-you're-worried-about) awareness/preparedness accordingly. It doesn't make you any less concerned about COVID.

3. Most people don't care how many times you've had COVID and nothing happened. But scientists and physicians do. So tell them all about your COVID experience by joining one of the many scientific studies about COVID. Here's one from Johns Hopkins to get you started. There are others that might even pay you (but you'll have to do your own homework to find those studies).

4. You cannot put out a fire when your water tank has no water, which means there are times when you have to leave the scene to get more water. To put it another way, you cannot take care of your loved ones if you do not take care of yourself as well. William going to football games with his friends and a concert with his elder kids is self care. He needs time to relax so he can fill up his "caretaker" tank to keep supporting Kate, the same way firefighters have to go back to the firestation to fill their tank engines with water and prepare for the next emergency.

5. I think William really did genuinely want to go to the Olympics and had plans to go. Here's the timeline:

Friday, July 26: Paris Olympics Opening Ceremony

Monday, July 29: Adam Peaty tested positive for COVID.

Wednesday, July 31: Daily Express reports that William plans to take George and Charlotte to the Olympics "next week."

Friday, August 2: It's reported that William, George, and Charlotte will attend the Olympics on August 5th. (I can't find the source; either I don't have the right person or the stories have been taken down.)

Saturday, August 3: Peaty is out of isolation and back in the pool.

Monday, August 5: Waleses aren't at the Olympics.

Thursday, October 3: William says that he planned to go to the Olympics until Peaty, a swimmer, tested positive and then he cancelled the plans.

This is all 100% speculation but what I think happened is the Waleses made plans to go, then Peaty tested positive, they remembered COVID was an issue, and Kate backed out but left it up William whether he'd still go. It leaked* and ultimately William decided not to go.

*I'm on the fence about whether this was a genuine leak or a trial balloon. I lean towards "leak" because William doesn't do trial balloons (that's more of a Charles tactic).

6. Kate has never needed or wanted William or KP staff to protect her from media or public criticism. Refusing to let her husband protect her from criticism is not the same thing as William throwing her under the bus to absolve himself of criticism.

7. Criticize William for using COVID as the excuse because he hasn't talked about it since 2021. Don't criticize him for using his wife's health as the excuse because that's...incredibly normal. Who here hasn't used a family member to get out of an invitation or an obligation? If you've done it yourself, or you've let others use you as their excuse, you have no place to be upset when the royals do it too.

(also, William using his wife's health to not work is nowhere close to the perverse depravity that Diddy's parties were. It's not even in the same universe. That anon can rudely stfu before I block them.)

sorry guys. this was longer than I thought it'd be. Happy Saturday!

[lauravanarendonkbaugh]

Thoughts on A Message from NaNoWriMo

I got an email today from the National Novel Writing Month head office, as I suspect many did. I have feelings. And questions.

First, I genuinely believe someone in the office is panicking and backtracking and did not endorse all that was said and done in the last month. From what I understand, the initial AI comments were not fully endorsed by all NaNo staff and board members, or even known in advance. It's got to be rough to find out your organization kinda called people with disabilities incapable of writing a story on their own, and overtly called people with ethics racists and ablists, by reading the reactions on social media--and then your organization's even worse counter-reactions on social media.

I still think NaNoWriMo has a good mission and many people in it with good goals.

But I think NaNoWriMo is SERIOUSLY missing a point in its performative progressivism. (For the record, I'm actually in favor of many progressive policies, and I support many of the same concepts NaNoWriMo claims to support, and I applaud providing materials to underfunded schools and support to marginalized groups historically not producing as many writers, etc. The issue here is not "whether or not woke is okay" -- it's whether or not the virtue signaling is still in line with the core mission.)

Also, honesty. (That's below.)

NaNoWriMo has ALWAYS been on the honor system AND fully adaptable to needs. Some years I had a schedule which absolutely did not allow for 50k new words -- I adjusted my personal goals. (I did not claim a 50k win if I did not achieve one, but I celebrated a personal win for achieving personal goals.) Some years I wrote 50k in one project, and some 50k across multiple projects. NaNoWriMo has acknowledged this for years with the "NaNo Rebel" label.

So saying out of the blue that because some people cannot achieve 50k in a month, we should devalue the challenge (y'know that word has a definition, right?) and allow anyone to claim a win whether they actually wrote 50,000 words or not... Well, that's not only rude to writers who actually write, but it was unnecessary, because project goals have always been adjustable to personal constraints.

It's also hugely unhelpful to participating writers. Yeah, writing 50k words in a month is tough. That's why it's a challenge. Allowing people to "generate" (quotes intentional) words from a machine does not improve their skills. No one benefits from using AI to generate work -- not the "writer" who did not write those words and so did not practice and improve a skill, not any reader given lowest-common-denominator words no one could be bothered to write, and not the actual writer whose words were stolen without compensation to blend into the AI-generated copy-pasta.

Hijacking language about disability to justify shortcuts and skipping self-improvement is just cheap, and it's not fair to people with disabilities.

I would much rather see NaNoWriMo say, "Hey, we don't all start in the same place, and we may need different goals. Here's overt permission to set personal goals" (or maybe even, "here are several goals to choose from"), "and if you are a NaNo Rebel, rock on! This creativity challenge does require you to do your own work, in order for you to see your own skills improve."

And, honesty. Part of why I don't feel great about NaNoWriMo's backtracking and clarifications is that they're still not being open.

The same email links to an FAQ about data harvesting, which opens with this sentence:

Users of our main website, NaNoWriMo.org, do not type their work directly into our interface, nor do they save or upload their work to our website in any way.

This is technically correct in the present tense, but for years it wasn't. Every NaNo winner for years pasted their work into the word counter for verification. That was, by every web development definition, uploading.

[Updated: the word count validator was discontinued in recent years, and I was wrong to originally write as if it was still happening. I do think addressing the question of the validator would be appropriate when refuting accusations of data harvesting, for clarity and assurance regarding any past harvesting, especially giving today's AI scraping concerns. Again, as stated below, I don't think the validator was stealing work! But I wasn't the only person to immediately think of the validator when reading the FAQ. I was, however, wrong to state it as present-tense here.]

To be clear, I do not believe that NaNoWriMo is harvesting my work, or I wouldn't have verified wins with their word counter. But that's not because of this completely bogus assurance that their website never had the upload that they've required for win verification.

"Well, sure, we had the word counter, but it didn't store your work, and you should have known that's what we meant" is not a valid expectation when you are refuting data concerns. Just as "You should have known what we meant" is not a valid position when clarifying statements about the use of generative AI.

My point is, there are a number of different people making statements for NaNoWriMo, and at least some of them are not competent to make clear, coherent, and correct statements. Either they are not aware that the word counter exists, or they're not aware that pasting data into a website that uses that data to process a task is in fact uploading, or they are not aware that implying they've never collected data they did previously collect in a FAQ is dishonest. Or they are not aware that commenting or DMing users to castigate them for expressing legitimate concerns is not a good practice. Or they are missing the whole point of a writing challenge and emphasizing instead the warm fuzzies of inclusion without actually honoring that marginalized people also want to feel a sense of accomplishment rather than being token "winners."

I judged another writing challenge, once, which included an automatically-processed digital badge for minimum word count. One of the entries was just gibberish repeated to meet the minimum word count. Okay, "participant" who did not actually create anything -- you got your automated digital badge, so I guess you feel cool and clever. But did you meet the challenge? Did you level up? Did you come out stronger and more prepared for the next one?

That's what generative AI use does. Cheap meaningless win, no actual personal progress. That's why we didn't want it endorsed in NaNoWriMo. That's what NaNo is missing in their replies.

And I remain suspicious of replies, anyway, while absolute falsehoods are in their FAQ.

It's sad, because I've truly enjoyed NaNoWriMo in the past. And I actually do think they could recover from past scandal and current AI missteps. But it does not look at this time like they're on that path.

@nanowrimo

[colourstreakgryffin]

Uh- could you possibly do wome romantic HCs for a Vox x Transmasc Cannibal/hellhound hybrid? Maybe some stuff having to do with the readers lil' doggy mannerisms and behavior?? Please and thank you!!

Hmmm. Okaaaay. Cannibal is like Rosie’s species, right? And I mean sure! I wouldn’t mind this at all! Thank you for the nice idea! Bisexual Vox go brrrr~! This is actually my first ever Vox and I am sorry if I ruined his character

Vox- Vampire Canine

Vox has never met a demon like you before. You’re a hybrid of a ghostly cannibal and a Hellhound, if not a abomination of a demon species but you’re fascinating and one of a kind so of course, when Vox sees you, he is determined to make you apart of his staff

You have the good senses of a Hellhound and yet the ferocity of a Ghostly Cannibal. You’re a perfect little helper, somebody he could use as a personal assistant and Vox basically bribes you to work for him when he spots you within the streets of Pentagram City. He’ll pay you handsomely, you just have to help with his Television Show

Overtime, Vox falls for you and he ends up quitting the whole on-and-off relationship he has with Valentino to be exclusive to his little Hellhound. Of course, Val isn’t happy about that but don’t worry, Vox won’t let his ‘ex’ harm you

Vox finds you simply adorable. You let out all kinds of dog-like noises; pants, ruffs, whines, growling, howling. Anything of the such. He links you to dog noises and when he hears a dog noise, he suspects it’s you and he, on purpose, scratches your weak spots to hear you bark or pant out. It’s precious

Vox sits you in his lap and scratches down your back whilst working on his computer. The best way to get through an annoyingly long night of maintaining the Pride Ring’s entirety of electronics is having his adorable dog BF sleeping right before him. He feels a boost of energy everytime his claws brush through your fur

Vox may or may not throw his Hellhound-hybrid boyfriend at his mortal enemy, Alastor, as a last measure to chase the Radio Demon away. Knowing very well that Alastor despises dogs but this also pisses Vox off since Alastor is rude to you

Vox could be described as a man with zero acceptance for specific things he doesn’t like but he is quite accepting of you and facts about you so when you come out and tell him you were assigned a female at birth but now identify as a male, he doesn’t even flinch. He supports it and he pets your head, telling you he doesn’t really care and it doesn’t impact how he feels for you

Basically. Vox is a supporter of you being a transmasc demon and he won’t tolerate anybody throwing shit at you for being more comfortable in a different body than the one you had upon being born

Bisexual Vox go brrrrr!

However, Vox isn’t a big fan of your cannibalistic urges. Since your other parent is a Ghostly Cannibal, you are cannibalistic yourself. He always proclaims ‘as long as you don’t eat him or his workers’, he’s okay with whatever you do. He just won’t watch it himself since he isn’t really into it… he is supportive but not going to be included

Vox wants you to always keep yourself modern and not be like your older-fashioned Ghostly Cannibal parent, so he teaches you to get accustom to phones, laptops, technology, WIFI, all of that. Because he doesn’t want his boyfriend to be a old-timey fool like his rival is

Vox is doing his best to be patient with all the fur you’re leaving around your shard bedroom but he is losing it… he may have to comb you and he starts to throughly brush your fur before you two go to bed so he doesn’t wake up covered in dog fur

Vox is a naturally bragger and his ego is quite prominent so of course, he talks about you on both his own Television talk show but to the other Overlords, he wants them to know HE has a rare demon hybrid as his boyfriend, and that HE is so unbelievably desirable to somebody as rare as you

Vox actually trusts you to always have your sensitive yet refined ear out to hear him out. He trusts you to be insecure and himself with, he trusts you to keep your snout shut and never tell anybody about who he really is behind the television screen. That’s how much he likes you

Vox will, just like Alastor, tug on your tail to get a response out of you. He’ll just pass by and immediately grab onto and pull your soft long fluffy hellhound-like tail so you’ll either yelp out or moan. Nevertheless, he loves how mad you get

Vox has bought you a dog collar, as both a naughty naughty gesture for the pantsdown dance in bed, and as a general claiming gesture. If you wear a collar with his name on it, everybody knows who is your owner

Vox has his best friend and his boyfriend in one demon. Trust me, he LOVES your Hellhound side and whilst he is uncomfortable with your Ghostly Cannibal side, he loves you as a whole, no matter what

“Honey, my good little boy. Where are you? Ooh~ I know. I got some sirloin meat for you, babycakes— heh. There you are”

[cookiepie111]

This is a silly little post that supposed to be done AGES AGO! But yeah könig working in IKEA! Also because this has been sitting for so long you can see the difference in writing and my thoughts. (Not proofread)

Crack headcannon but könig works in IKEA when he's done with the military. He's the guy who goes and builds the furniture at your house. Why, he doesn't have any else, he's good with hands, a handy man so it's not a terrible way to spend time. He's seen how soldiers with no one, no support system a man can spiral, grow restless with nothing to do, no way to take out that energy.

It also gives him a lot of human interaction (easy access to milfs, what who said that) the people he's helping are nice enough offer him food and drinks for a good job done. It's nice to be useful and get a thanks for it, it's nice to have a sense of normality. Sure he still feels weird and empty at nights sometimes but it's better than nothing better than your life falling part.

Wanted to step away from positions of leadership, have somewhat of a normal, easy life, no more watching over soldiers and the stupid mistakes they make or stressing over documents.

now he's comforting the younger staff crying in the break room and intimidating rude customers towering over them arms crossed at his chest in shirt that's threatening to burst under the pressure of his muscles. The customers don't cause problems in his store anymore.

it's a bit of jarring experience working with him. His answers are to the point. He's obviously too built to working in a place like this, but he cares for his staff. when he gets into serious mode, barking orders, he's acting more like drill coach than a store manager

oh wow this is just like the military

becomes store manger. The district managers are very scared of him and were just planing on giving him a good score but seeing how well he runs the store they're genuinely surprised.

[luneengene2]

HYUNIE

• Pairings : Myungjae x fem!Reader

• Warnings : Smut content (Masturbation, videotaping, voyeurism, making out, squirting), insults, Jaehyun is pretty toxic, grammatical errors. Tell me if I missed something.

• Notes : Finally, I can finish this Jaehyun oneshot. Meanie!hyunie🥺

Myung Jaehyun, the only son of a school owner named Koz Academy and a successful businessman in South Korea. Since childhood, his life has been spoiled by luxurious things, he never lacks anything. Whatever he wants, he can get it easily. Going to school with a luxury car that changes almost every day, being part of a basketball club, entering the circle of the sons and daughters of the conglomerate. Of course that made Jaehyun very popular. Especially among the girls in his school.

Because he was spoiled too much by his parents, Jaehyun grew up to be a child who was difficult to control, arrogant, and always did whatever he wanted. Never care about the circumstances around him. His father and mother must have regretted making Jaehyun grow up like that because they spoiled Jaehyun too much. They were too tired, even giving up on educating Jaehyun to be a good child.

Every day, Mr. and Mrs. Myung receive complaints from the teaching staff at Koz Academy that Jaehyun often misbehaves. Mainly fighting and bullying students he feels are beneath him. The teaching staff there certainly didn't dare to punish Jaehyun and his circle. Because Jaehyun is the son of the school owner, and his circle is mostly children of high-ranking officials or businessmen who have strong connections with politics.

And here you are. A lucky girl who was able to enter Koz Academy because of Mr. Myung's kindness. Your father is Mr. Myung's employee. When your father had trouble finding a cheap high school for you, Mr. Myung happily offered to send you to Koz Academy for free until you graduated. It's not without reason that Mr. Myung is very kind to your father. Your father has done a lot of services for Mr. Myung's company. Your father, who initially had financial difficulties, is now able to support you very well, giving you a much more decent life than before.

But, your days at Koz Academy are not easy. Jaehyun and his circle make you one of their bullying targets. Moreover, Jaehyun found out that you were the daughter of one of his father's trusted employees. Make him feel like you are lower class in his school.

Every day, you could only surrender as Jaehyun and his circle bullied you. Bothering you and sometimes taking away your lunch, just to make you suffer. You never told your father about Jaehyun's rude behavior towards you. You're afraid, that will cause a big feud between Mr. Myung and your father. Your father loves you more than anything, after your mother died, he guarded you like a diamond. He didn't want to lose his precious treasure again.

But, there is a secret that only you know. You have more feelings for Jaehyun. You love him. It sounds stupid and crazy, but you can't deny it. If Jaehyun finds out that you have feelings for him, he will insult and mock you because you are far below him.

You also have a dirty secret that of course no one knows about. Every Thursday, you take extra German classes, which last until the evening. You were brave enough to sneak into Jaehyun's classroom after your class hours are over, to take one item he was using. Whether it's hats, clothes, jackets, or even books. You stole his things for a fantasy that you've always been addicted to. A wild fantasy.

The fantasy that you want him to touch you so badly, to fuck you as if he wants you so badly to be his doll. His pleasure doll.

You used his stolen things to act out your fantasies. Holding his things while touching yourself. You did it at twelve at night, in your room when your father was already asleep. Doing it while imagining Jaehyun doing it to you. You want Jaehyun, but you can't. Sometimes after doing that, you cry because your love and stupidity for Jaehyun will definitely not be able to get Jaehyun's love. You can only imagine it, but you can't have him completely.

If you go to a psychiatrist or psychologist, you will definitely be declared insane because you have crazy wild fantasies.

You would return his item the next day, you came to school at five in the morning so that it wouldn't be known that you had stolen Jaehyun's item in one day.

///

Your German class is over. You pack up your things and rush out of the classroom. When the students went home, you made an excuse to your teacher to go to the toilet first, then go home. In fact, you wanted to steal Jaehyun's stuff from his locker again. To accompany your crazy night.

You slowly slid Jaehyun's classroom door open, closing it and quickly walking towards his locker. Biting your lip, you slowly opened his locker. You didn't understand why Jaehyun never locked his locker, he was never afraid of his things being stolen. Oh, since he was rich, he didn't seem to mind if his stuff went missing. Besides, his friends were upper class, there was no way they would steal. They never lacked anything.

When Jaehyun's locker opened, this time he left his Prada jacket behind. You smiled faintly, grabbing the expensive jacket and holding it tightly.

You inhaled his scent while closing your eyes. Jaehyun's signature scent that is identical to expensive perfume. You hugged the jacket tightly, imagining that you were the one hugging Jaehyun's athletic body.

You couldn't wait any longer. For some reason Jaehyun's scent was so strong compared to the previous items. Making your body feel like it was being stimulated so much.

You sat on the floor, leaning against the lockers and lifting up your skirt. One of your hands quickly slipped into the pink lace panties you were wearing. You don't care that you're doing this wild act on school grounds, you can't wait to get home.

Your two fingers were buried in your wet pussy hole and you wanted Jaehyun to do this dirty thing to you so badly. Your fingers are moving in and out of your pussy at a moderate pace. You can feel your pussy getting wet and you may have already made a puddle beneath you.

One of your hands must be holding Jaehyun's expensive jacket tightly. Inhaling his scent repeatedly with your eyes closed. Your mouth can't help but be noisy. Moans calling Jaehyun's name as if he was doing this dirty thing with you.

"Hyunie~~ah please~faster, Hyunie. I like it when you mess me up like this," your fingers moved fast, you felt more pleasure because of this. Jaehyun's scent was like a stimulant, making your body go crazy.

Your nose sniffed Jaehyun's jacket hard, and your hands held onto it tightly, as if your life depended on it. Your fingers also move faster, you chase your orgasm that will soon come.

While you are lost in your pleasurable desires, you don't realize that someone is watching you behind the sliding door of the classroom. The person's phone was also raised, recording your hot activity of satisfying yourself. The expression on the man's face was indescribable, but he was watching you sharply and intently.

Myung Jaehyun. Yes, that person is him. He came back to school on a night like this to get the jacket you were sniffing and holding tightly. However, he was surprised by a surprising activity. The girl he often bullied was masturbating while holding his jacket tightly. At night too.

Jaehyun is a normal guy. Seeing something like that must make him horny right away. His cock was hard, especially when he heard you moan his name sexily. Jaehyun couldn't deny, you were so hot and pretty when you were like that. Jaehyun didn't deny it. The thing that you were very pretty. Even though he didn't admit it, he didn't deny it. Since he first met you, he didn't deny that you were pretty.

"Hyunie~~~ahhh!" You moaned his name quite loudly, at the same time you released your fluids until they were completely pooled beneath you.

Enough! Jaehyun couldn't take it anymore! He barged in making a loud noise, making you jump in surprise.

Seeing Jaehyun suddenly in front of you certainly made your body weak, especially with the phone raised. You immediately knew he was recording you. You stood up with some difficulty due to the effects of your heavy orgasm.

"Jaehyun-"

"Woah, I really saw a spectacular disgusting show. What would your father say if he saw his daughter doing the most embarrassing thing like this?" He cut you off, a mocking grin clearly visible on his face with his phone camera pointed at you at quite close range.

"Jaehyun, i'm sorry. Please-"

"Even using my expensive jacket for this disgusting act? Oh my, why do the lower classes in this school have no ethics," He cut you off again. You lowered your head in shame, gripping his expensive jacket tightly. Embarrassment and fear mixed within you. Your disgusting act was caught red-handed, even by the man you like. The man you use for your wild fantasies.

"By God, I should burn my jacket right now. Being touched and used by a girl like you, is really disgusting," he continued. He turned off his phone, put it carelessly on the teacher's desk then returned his focus to you who could only lower head. "How dare you use my expensive things for your disgusting purposes. If my father finds out that there is a perverted and horrible girl like you about me, he will definitely kick your father out easily," You panicked when he said about your father, your father could lose something that he had built to make your life better. You will embarrass him if your actions get out. Moreover, you 'used' Jaehyun for your dirty deeds.

"If I spread this video, you can be sued by my father for indirectly defaming my name, Y/N. And your father will have to bear the shame because of your-"

"No, Jaehyun! Don't do that, I beg you, don't do that, Jaehyun! I can do anything you ask, but please! Don't do that. Don't involve my father in my bad behavior, please," You begged Jaehyun with teary eyes, you were definitely scared. Jaehyun's threats are always true, he will do anything to destroy anyone who 'disturbs' him.

Jaehyun stared at you deeply as you begged him with teary eyes. He knew you were scared, you were really scared to a high level. You were never like this when he bullied you, now you are begging for your father's good name.

Jaehyun immediately snapped out of his stupid daydream, and instead gave you a mocking chuckle. "After that disgusting behavior directed at me, and you expect me to give you 'leniency'? I'm afraid I'm not that kind, Y/N," he said while leaning on his locker. Not caring that you were really scared, you wanted to cry.

"I don't know what's on your mind that you have such a crazy motive to make me one of your sexual imaginations," You lifted your head, looking at him with your eyes that were now shedding tears of fear.

"I love you. I did that because I love you, I want you but I can't," when you said that, Jaehyun's body felt like it was struck by lightning. He didn't expect to get an answer like that from you. The look in your eyes doesn't convey any lies or playfulness towards him.

Jaehyun was stunned again. Shock of course. The girl he had been bullying turned out to have more feelings for him. That girl wanted him, loved him.

You know it's stupid to confess your feelings to someone who will obviously never like you back. His type is a girl who is his equal, and definitely prettier. But for some reason, that sentence spontaneously came out of your lips when he wanted to know the reason why you did that action.

Jaehyun didn't break his eye contact with you. Staring into your beautiful eyes that were glassy from crying. At this close distance, he couldn't deny the strange feelings he had been harboring all this time.

You don't know, there is a strange feeling inside him that he always denies because of his pride. He desperately denies these feelings when he is bullying or insulting you. But at a time like this, for some reason he had a hard time denying those feelings.

The feeling that he also has more feelings for you. That is stupid and can be a source of ridicule in his circle. Jaehyun sees you as a beautiful girl who is too kind and sincere. You never take advantage of the people around you to get what you want. You are often 'exploited' by people around you to achieve their goals. Jaehyun often saw you distributing food on certain days to beggars, you looked very sincere when you did that. You did it yourself, without cameras or witnesses. That means you sincerely did it without wanting to be praised.

But this time, he couldn't deny anything when he heard you say you loved him and wanted him too. And the look in your eyes also made him weak like this.

"Jaehyun please, I can do anything, but please don't spread the video and don't involve my father. I beg you," your voice was soft, already surrendering yourself to Jaehyun. You were scared, very scared. Your father could lose his good name.

Jaehyun returned to his daydream, his face turned flat. He stared at you with a sharp gaze. "Masturbate in front of me if you don't want your dirty behavior to be exposed!" He ordered you sharply, he wasn't kidding. The orders he gave you were completely serious and completely insane.

"J-Jaehyun-"

"Do you want to do it or not? Do it in front of me and everything will be safe," Jaehyun cut you off, his tone extremely hostile. If you were aware of things, you could feel his body shaking violently.

There was no other choice to protect your father's good name. You stepped back and sat down at one of the tables right behind you. Meanwhile, Jaehyun leaned against his locker. His gaze never left yours.

Your two legs are up on the table, spreading your thighs and lifting your skirt. You take off your panties and put them underneath. With shaking hands, you slid your middle finger into your still very wet hole. Start fucking your hole with your own fingers.

You bit your lower lip, you did this dirty thing not alone this time. Jaehyun watched you, even told you to do it. This is your fatal mistake because you couldn't control your lust, you should have been able to hold it in before you got home. But you did that right in the classroom where Jaehyun was studying, using his jacket as a tool.

Because you are used to doing that, you just drown again in the waves of pleasure. You threw your head back, suddenly ignoring Jaehyun who was in front of you. You moaned lewdly with a heavy breath, closing your eyes. Your mouth opened wide, adding your fingers to your pussy. You occasionally tease your clit to add stimulation to your body.

You occasionally kept doing the same thing as before. Sniffing his jacket that was still in your hand, inhaling the intoxicating scent.

Seeing such a sight, Jaehyun's heart raced strongly. His breath was no less ragged than yours. A lust also formed inside him. "Open your eyes and look at me!" Jaehyun ordered again, he wanted to see your beautiful eyes staring at him as you did that. And miraculously, his words succeeded in making you do what he wanted.

Your eyes opened, looking into his eyes that were staring at you intensely and sharply. That look, not the contemptuous look he always gave you. A look you had never gotten from him before.

Unknowingly, clear liquid came out of your eyes. You cried again because you realized that after this you would never get Jaehyun. You did this in front of him to protect your father's pride from being damaged by your bad behavior.

"H-Hyunie," you cried his name again, the nickname you made for him, with your breath starting to hitch. You also increased the speed of your fingers, you felt your orgasm was near. "H-Hyunie g-g-gona~HMMMMM!" Your mouth immediately shut up when you felt something soft land right on your lips. Jaehyun came in front of you, he kissed you suddenly.

His tongue slipped in, tangling with yours skillfully. You were really shocked when Jaehyun suddenly kissed you. Your body immediately responded well to his kiss, resulting in your tongue and his tongue entangling with each other. Your tears flow, your heart aches. He kisses you without the same feeling.

Jaehyun knew you were crying, but he didn't care. He didn't care that his mouth tasted salty from your tears that had also entered his mouth.

Soon, Jaehyun felt your breath starting to hitch and your hand movements starting to get out of control. He knew you wanted to cum soon.

Jaehyun broke the kiss, his saliva with yours didn't break. He stared at you deeply, your tears mixed with your saliva. You were already a mess on your face. You groaned softly. "H-Hyunie-"

"Yeah, I know, Babydoll. I know, do it for me. Look at me when you cum. Just let it go," Jaehyun smiled as he brushed your hair gently and down to your cheek. Your breath hitched when he called you babydoll. It shocked you that he could be this gentle.

"Hyunie!" You convulsed violently as you cum, making the black trousers he was wearing instantly wet from you squirting. Your body wanted to collapse backwards, but Jaehyun immediately caught your body, hugging you as tightly as he could.

You could also feel his body shaking as he hugged you tightly. You took a few breaths, your tears flowing even harder.

Jaehyun planted a few kisses on the side of your head, more precisely your temple. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here, it’s okay, babydoll,” he whispered soothing words to you. He really changed in an instant. Immediately treats you like a precious gem.

He broke the kiss, looking back into your eyes. He wiped away your tears and smiled sincerely. "No need to cry, I won't leave you. I won't do anything to hurt you anymore," he said softly and stroked your cheek again.

"What-"

"You want me right? I'm yours now," He cut you off, shocking you when he said it so easily. He squeezed your waist gently, giving you another kiss on the cheek.

"Are you playing me?" You asked with a shocked face. Not wanting to jump straight into Jaehyun's story, because you know how he is. He is good at playing with women's feelings. There's no way he could change like this.

"I love you too, I swear on my parents' behalf, I love you too," You were even more shocked when he suddenly said the same thing you said earlier. You looked at him, there was no hint of deceit in his eyes, only sincerity. He seemed serious about what he said.

"You know, I was so stupid because I repeatedly denied my own feelings for you. I didn't deny that you were very pretty. But, I denied the most important thing," he continued, he kissed the corner of your lips briefly. Turning to hold your hand, he kissed the back of it too. You stared at him in disbelief... He had the same feelings for you.

Seeing you remain silent, he instead took off some of the accessories that were on his body. He took off the ring, bracelet and necklace that he was wearing. And after that, he put those expensive accessories on you. You know, that accessory is his favorite accessory. Since he wears it every day, he rarely takes it off.

"That's my favorite accessory, but I put it on you. I'm serious about you," he said again, trying to make you believe that he was serious and had no intention of playing with you.

"Jaehyun," your eyes filled with tears again, squeezing his hand. You believed, truly believed that he wasn't playing with you now.

He shook his head, cupping your cheeks. "Hyunie, not Jaehyun. I like it when you call me Hyunie, it's sweet," At that very second, he immediately pulled you back into his embrace. It makes you cry hysterically. You can't believe that someone you've always wanted, you can actually get.

If you are dreaming, you don't want to wake up from your sleep. This dream is too beautiful if you wake up. One of the dreams you want.

"I'm sorry, babydoll. I'm sorry," he whispered in your ear, apologizing for all the times he's treated you badly. You hugged him tightly, not believing what you were facing today.

After he was satisfied with giving you 'calming', he started to help you clean up the mess you two made. He helps you put on your panties and safety pants.

He opened his locker and took out a small bottle of his perfume that he often left behind, spraying it on your hands and uniform. He also tidied up your hand bag containing some books and your lunch box, combed your hair and finally put on his Prada jacket for you. It was already night, he didn't want you to get cold.

After everything was 'clean' he carried your backpack and your handbag then put his arm around your body to quickly get out of the school building. He walked slowly, because your legs were still shaking a bit from what you did earlier. Jaehyun initially wanted to do 'something more' to you, but when he saw you already collapsed in your second orgasm, he couldn't bear it.

"Jaehyun, what's our-"

"Hyunie, babydoll. You're my lover now, don't call me Jaehyun too often," He cut you off, smiled warmly at you and kissed your cheek again as he continued walking.

You stopped in your tracks. Making Jaehyun of course stop too because suddenly, he looked at you confused. "What's wrong, doll?" He asked in surprise because you suddenly stopped in your tracks.

Suddenly you cupped his cheeks softly, bringing him back into a soft kiss. He chuckled when his girl stopped just for the kiss. Jaehyun understands this, you have wanted it for a long time, when you succeed in getting what you want, you will definitely be very obsessed and love what you wanted.

"JAEHYUN, Y/N!" You jumped in surprise when a sudden shout was heard for you and Jaehyun. You looked back and found one of the teaching staff at Koz Academy, Mr. Jeon standing with his eyes glaring and looking angry. And that's where you and Jaehyun will get into big trouble.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Since this is currently my most active blog with some followers, just wanted to say a few things:

It's so incredibly depressing to see tumblr sellout to the whole AI shit and try to pacify users by the opt-out toggle option when it mostly likely won't do jack shit. Tumblr has been doing shitty things for awhile now, but out of all old social media it was a last shabby bastion for various weirdos, including a fandom weirdo like me.

I'm just an old silly hobbyist artist who badly draws fanart of old cartoons, but even the idea that my stuff will help train AI to be better to stealing desirable art of actual artists, whose work is their livelyhood is fucking maddening. Opting out won't help (Sources say data is already available to companies). Deleting stuff won't help (tumblr have access to deleted blogs and reblogs put your stuff in reach too). Using Nightshade and Glaze is not a viable option for me (my old laptop's specks is not up to support those programs, and I'm too afraid to try and accidently fry it and than all my shit would be lost) and even those doesn't solve the problems of all of my old stuff across like 7 sideblogs+my old tumblr account's 2 blogs.

Of course, maybe all hope is not lost for tumblr. There may be solutions and decisions later down the line. But for now I probably won't be posting any new stuff for a bit while I decide if I want to stay on tumblr and be complicit in feeding the insidious and insatiable AI machines.

And as alternatives, I created new account for bluesky, and consider pillowfort and cohost to share my random silly art. Even dusted out my old tapas and newgrounds accounts, and consider webtoons and comicfury to post and archive my few comics. Hopefully I will share links in my pinned post when I set whatever I decide up, even if all of it is so exhausting and depressing.

And hey, if you read this so far - just a reminder:

Opt out on that 'share with third parties' toggle like explained here! - it may do jack shit, but its better than nothing.

Write a polite disagreeing feedback to staff like suggested on this post. - remember not all staff had a hand in this, so no need to be rude, but make sure to have your voice be heard.

Use Nightshade and Glaze to poison your art - if you are an artist and are able to do it unlike me. It may not be sure proof way to stop/kill AI, but it sure shows that artists will fight back.

Use ArtShield - an online lowtech alternative to Nightshade & Glaze, puts a stamp/watermark on your art, invisible to humans but supposedly makes AI think its unsuitable to train on. (edit)

And please, take a moment for yourself. Because it fucking sucks.

So, I'm gonna go take a step back and burrow into some hole and cry for all of those who AI fucks over. I won't be gone forever, but for now I'm too frustrated and dissapointed to do anything.

and ALSO just to be fucking clear

🇺🇦 I STAND WITH UKRAINE 🇺🇦

🇵🇸 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️

🚫 AI CREATIONS ARE NOT ART🚫

fuck you shitty side tumblr I wish you all a fucking hammer car explosion

[starsinkpop]

ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung Tarot Reading - Personality

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot is not a fixed fate. It should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: July 23rd 2024

Decks: Edgar Allen Poe Tarot, Wild Mystic Oracle

is actually quite anxious and confused

has a hard time making decisions

because he’s too scared he makes the wrong one

often has an inner turmoil

is a great communicator

knows his boundaries and calls out anyone who’s crossing them

very free spirited and open minded

is quite insecure and doubts himself

doesn’t like changes

he is dependent on others

needs people to be happy

has obsessive and controlling tendencies

can appear reserved and cold

wants to provide for his loved ones

very caring and supportive

his partner doesn’t have to do anything

he’s willing to give up his own needs if that means his partner can just enjoy life to the fullest

is a reliable and loyal friend and partner

works hard to built stability

even though he’s pretty insecure he also has quite the amount of confidence

his insecurity is showing when he doesn’t get recognition and praise he’s expecting

likes to have power and is a good leader

is good with money and invests in the right things

is very grounded

his main priority in life are his family (including the members and close staff members) and his home life

has relationship issues

always falls for the wrong people

often has to deal with broken promises and unfaithful partners

has trust issues

is easily frustrated

is often misunderstood

lacks accountability and empathy

loves gossip

can be clingy

is quite demanding

could be a bit bossy and a push-over

very emotional

is sometimes overly critical, even rude

can be manipulative

has a hard time finding balance in pretty much all aspects of his life

Hope you enjoyed!

Love, Nicky 🫧

Masterlist

[mllemaenad]

I'm not convinced the Commonwealth forces represent the majority of the Eastern Brotherhood, but the mention of their expanded reach in the Eastern Seaboard has me wondering whether they might be in a similar situation to the NCR in New Vegas - trying to claim too much territory with too few men.

Eh. I don't know. I really think that might be most of them, and the reason I think that is tied to your thought.

The first reason I think this might be most of the Eastern Brotherhood is, well, the Prydwen itself. Maintaining even the ship itself over long distances must be a massive undertaking and we know Ingram is battling with engineering problems:

Fr: Proctor Ingram IG-444PR To: Elder Maxson MX-001E As you know, in order to get the Prydwen rapidly to the Commonwealth, I had my engineering team pull her older power plant and replace it with an updated fusion plant we pulled from that aircraft carrier wreckage. I was able to squeeze almost one hundred percent efficiency from the new reactor, but the system is burning through our coolant supply faster than expected. As we've been docked over the airport, I've been able to deactivate the main engines to cool down the reactor, but we're still eating up coolant when we're in hover mode. We're eventually going to hit a point where we'll run out of coolant. If that happens, we'll need to put the Prydwen on the ground. I desperately need your help if you want to prevent that from happening. I'll be certain to provide you with the details at our next briefing. – Arthur Maxson's Terminal, Prydwen Concerns, Fallout 4

That takes people. But more than that, the Prydwen is not a fighting ship. It's built to haul people.

Now the Prydwen might be a big beast, but she's not built for fighting. – Proctor Ingram Dialogue, Fallout 4 Have you ever seen anything like that? The airship? God, they must have an entire army on that thing. – Piper Dialogue, Fallout 4

This is a giant sky bus. You're meant to pack a tonne of knights into it to do your fighting for you, because it's durable, but it can't shoot or manoeuvre. And we do know that the Brotherhood did bring quite a lot of knights with them, both because it's integral to their stated intention of picking a fight with the Institute, and because we see a lot of them in spawns and random encounters. Once the Prydwen arrives, Brotherhood knights are a reasonably common sight in the Commonwealth.

That brings me to the second reason I think this is most of them: they've recently come from the Capital Wasteland and ... well ... how many soldiers do we think that region can even support? Armies, so the saying goes, march on their stomachs. And, well, you've seen the Capital Wasteland, right? In Fallout 3 the population was scattered, miniscule, and in several settlements actively described as dwindling. Nor were they exactly winning on the agriculture front.

I keep thinking of the Giant Bag of Stuff in the Fallout TV series.

You don't get a knight without a squire and a Giant Bag of Stuff.

I get that the visual is supposed to be funny, but I think it's also worth paying attention to what they're saying about the Brotherhood here. Historically, knights have typically been the most expensive soldiers on the field. You don't get knights without a massive support system behind them. Every time you see a squad of knights wandering around in Fallout 4, think of all the squires, initiates and scribes who must exist to cook and clean, maintain their power armour, their clothing, and the ship itself – and do all the other stuff necessary to support those guys having the freedom to stand around and be rude to you when you walk by them on the road.

Of course you can only expect so much realism from a video game. I don't expect a Fallout game to show me a fully fledged textiles industry unless that's important to the plot. But that doesn't mean those people don't exist. If they're hauling a bunch of knights around, they're also hauling a bunch of support staff around.

I just don't think the Capital Wasteland could support significantly more than one airship full of these idiots. You can be generous and assume that Project Purity could have improved the agricultural situation a bit. You can also say that, once the airship was built, it would have allowed them to extend their reach – and potentially gain access to more food and other supplies over a wider area. Sure.

But on the first point, it almost seems as though the opposite is true: there are enough characters recurring between Fallout 3 and Fallout 4 to give the impression that maybe the exodus out of the Capital Wasteland isn't slowing as much as one might like. And on the second ... well, neither Point Lookout nor the Pitt looked well equipped to support an army either. I don't think there's a secret resource-rich area just out of sight. I think this is pretty much it.

So, to the third reason: well, there's your thought. Do I think the Brotherhood is overextending itself here like the NCR did in New Vegas? Well. Nah. Because the NCR is a government and the Brotherhood of Steel is not.

Take an example you'll find really early in Fallout: New Vegas – the Powder Gangers. From their presence you can learn several things.

The NCR has a justice system that includes incarceration – which in itself requires all the resources to feed, clothe, house and guard all of those people for the term of their sentence.

As the Powder Gangers are supposed to be maintaining the railroad, we also know they have public works projects – for which they've elected to use prison labour

Presumably there are instances of this system still functioning as intended closer to the capital.

Out on the frontier, however, they lack the resources to maintain it: the prisoners have escaped, and thus the NCR has lost control of both its penal system and its public works project. They have overextended themselves.

Yeah. The thing is ... I don't think the Brotherhood is doing any of that. It's not in their nature.

We've had people go rogue, though, and start helping people. One chapter had a small civil war over it. We take our isolationism seriously. – Veronica Dialogue, Fallout: New Vegas

Even the considerably more open Lyons Brotherhood was still pretty damn isolationist. They're not present in any of the settlements in the Capital Wasteland, and you can't get into the Citadel until the Enclave create bigger problems for everyone as part of the The Waters of Life quest. And one thing that we know for sure is that this "helping people" idea pretty well died out with the reintegration of the Outcasts.

I don't think they're out there repairing roads or laying pipes to get water out to the settlements faster. I don't think they're working with the various governments in the region to establish law and order. It's not their thing. The Brotherhood really only works to benefit the Brotherhood.

Fr: Proctor Teagan TG-477PR To: Lancer-Captain Kells KS-390LC Now that we've arrived in the Commonwealth, I'd like to establish trade relations with the locals. I'm going to need a standard sweep and retrieve team and one of our vertibirds in order to make that happen. There are several caravans that roam the Commonwealth, and we'll use the vertibirds to track them. If any of the caravans gets jumped, we can swoop in and lend a hand to let them know that we're the friendly eye in the sky. Since you can't normally buy that kind of protection from mercenaries, we'll be certain to get the best prices and values for trades. I've used the same tactic in the Capital Wasteland and it worked wonders. Out here, with the threat of the Institute looming over their heads, we'll have these merchants eating out of our hands. – Captain Kells's Terminal, Fallout 4

The noteworthy thing here is that this is an initiative thought up by the quartermaster in order to get better prices, and it's something that he came up with back in the Capital Wasteland. Teagan doesn't have principles or anything: he'll also happily send you to extort supplies from the local farmers. He's open to any and all tactics to keep the Brotherhood well supplied ... and has learned that one big gesture can earn you a lifelong discount. There is no standard Brotherhood policy to protect the trade caravans. There isn't in the Commonwealth, and there wasn't in the Capital Wasteland. They don't care. Teagan just wants a coupon.

Okay, but one might reasonably ask, what about this?

Aftermath Elder Maxson reigns supreme in the Capital Wasteland, and his authority and influence have been spreading across the Eastern Seaboard, thanks in no small part by the mobility afforded by the Prydwen. He has the full support of the Elders back on the West Coast, who have proudly reported that they've begun eradicating cults that have popped up, worshipping Maxson as though he's some kind of god. Maxson himself is almost offended by the idea of being referred to as a deity, as it goes against everything he believes in. Arthur Maxson is happy to be one thing… the perfect human specimen, an example of everything a human being can achieve. Assisted, even enhanced, by advanced technology, but still very much human. – Quinlan's Terminal, The Rise of Elder Maxson, Fallout 4

Do I think this is pure bullshit after all? Well, no. I think it just means that when the Brotherhood say they "reign supreme", you have to remember that they are wildly uninterested in doing the work of government.

They've never shown significant interest in holding or maintaining territory, and they typically piggyback on the success of the surrounding area. In the original Fallout they are confined to their Lost Hills bunker. There are growing settlements in California, but the situation is still pretty precarious. By Fallout 2 they have a number of small bunkers scattered across multiple settlements. The region has stabilised significantly. Oh, sure, there are a range of problems: raiders and slavers and drugs and corruption. But prosperity is on the rise. When the NCR is established, we know there is a state named after Roger Maxson – but that the Brotherhood neither rules it, nor is part of the NCR. Later, of course, they come into conflict with the NCR.

So what does "reigning supreme" in the Capital Wasteland mean? Well, I think it means that Arthur can fly up and down the coast in his ridiculous airship untroubled. I think he can send knights into pre-war ruins to search for tech with no difficulty, that he can kill super mutants and ghouls (whether peaceful or no) with impunity, and that he can compel settlements to hand over food or any interesting technology.

I don't think they're overreaching because I don't think they're really holding anything, at least outside their personal bases. They're just flying around bullying people. And the region is not organised enough to successfully resist. If they were doing anything else, I doubt they'd have as much support from the West Coast Brotherhood. This, however, is very much in line with traditional Brotherhood goals.

I think it's reasonable to assume that they left a garrison to guard some of the more interesting pieces they had hold of in the Capital Wasteland – Project Purity, the Operation: Anchorage simulation, the presidential metro and whatever is left at Adams Air Force Base. But ... I also think it's at least possible that they didn't.

Why? Because they packed the stupid robot. They packed the stupid robot even though it's broken. Again. It's worth remembering that the Brotherhood ... doesn't care all that much about Project Purity, and to the extent that they did care, it was Owyn Lyons's initiative. Lyons was willing to provide security for James's team while they worked ... but he devoted not one scribe to working on it after James left. The outcasts, on the other hand, are less interested in the simulation tech than they are in the weapons and armour completing it can unlock.

What do the Brotherhood care about? Liberty Prime. They love Liberty Prime. They spent years tinkering with the fucking thing while the wasteland fell to raiders, super mutants and rampant radiation. Then it worked for ten minutes and broke again. And they hauled it to the Commonwealth to fix again.

You might reasonably object – this sounds like lunacy! Project Purity is the big scientific breakthrough in the Capital Wasteland. Replicate that in any area with a water problem and you've solved one of the biggest barriers to rebuilding. Sure. But that's what Veronica keeps trying to tell us, in New Vegas. The Brotherhood doesn't really care about any of that. They want to find better weapons and armour, and ideally big shouty, shooty, robots that they can hoard and use against people they don't like.

They don't innovate any more than they govern.

So I think – rationally, they probably should have left a garrison. And maybe they did. But maybe they didn't. Because they packed the only thing they found in the Capital Wasteland that they really thought was cool.

Now, that doesn't mean I don't think they ran into trouble. We know they did. That is, in fact, the plot of Fallout 4. When they arrive in the Commonwealth they encounter an organisation prosperous enough, and technologically advanced enough, to resist them: namely the Institute. Depending on the player's actions they may also find the Minutemen and Railroad in solid shape.

Now, obviously, player choice comes into it here. You can back the Brotherhood and lead them to victory, but equally you can back any of the other factions and take them down. The Brotherhood in 2287 have a massive airship, some power armour and a stupid broken robot – but they have no allies or resources to lean on.

So, yeah, I do think that's most of them in Fallout 4. And I don't think they can overreach the way the NCR did because they aren't a government. They're an isolationist military cult with a deeply ambivalent relationship to technology. They aren't trying to govern and improve swathes of land, they're just bothering people. But what this means is that a sufficiently determined group of people armed with laser muskets can in fact kick their arses.

[yinyuappreciationweek]

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[five-rivers]

Figment (More than Imagination)

AO3

(Be warned that this is an unfinished snippet.)

“You’re really him.  The one from the festival.”  

Izuku had been hearing similar statements all morning, since before he’d even gotten on the train, but it still made him blush!  Was this what pro heroes had to deal with all the time?  Wow!  Izuku couldn’t imagine…  Well, he could, but…  The point was, he didn’t see any harm in turning and talking to the latest person to recognize him.  

‘The one from the festival’ was a lot nicer than ‘bone breaking kid,’ after all!

(And both were better than ‘useless deku.’)

Now, it was a little different being approached on the street, in the rain, only a few blocks from UA, rather than just being acknowledged by fellow commuters, most of whom he saw every day, and coming out of an alleyway to do it was strange, but the guy didn’t look like a villain.  Not that there was any particular villain look!  That was to say, the person coming from the alley didn’t look threatening.  He was thin, frail, even, and almost baseline human in appearance, with wavy brown hair, a nice shirt and a blazer, and a plain black umbrella.  The only things that stood out about him were that he had two pupils and vividly cyan irises in each eye, and that his fingernails were painted that exact same color.  Unless it wasn’t paint, and actually part of his quirk?  Maybe a five-point or other specialized-contact quirk with a visual component?  Not that Izuku should assume!

Oh!  And he should really respond instead of just standing there, staring.  

“Y-yep!  That’s me!  Th-the bone- bone breaking kid.”  He smiled at the man, as brightly as he could.  

“You look the same.  I was worried you would be… different.”

“Ah, well, don’t worry!  I didn’t get hurt that badly!”  He was still alive, right?  Even if Recovery Girl had said she wouldn’t heal him anymore…  “I’m- I’m totally okay!  But– Thank you for your support, mister!”

He bobbed a quick bow, then paused, unsure how to end this interaction.  A stranger being concerned about him was… not quite a first, but… it usually ended pretty fast.  

“I just… really want to shake your hand.  Please.”  The man held his right hand out, past the cover of his umbrella.  “It would make me so happy…”

Izuku was immediately on guard.  Maybe shaking hands upon first meeting someone new had been common in the past, but since the advent of quirks, it had become something reserved for the end of a meeting, one where people got to know each other fairly well, if that.  Handshake events with celebrities required in-depth background checks and squeaky-clean records, and even then the celebrities usually wore gloves.  Too many quirks were touch-based, too many quirks were destructive, or even just inconvenient, for the average person to feel okay with that kind of contact with strangers.  

“I- I don’t know,” said Izuku, taking a step back.  He didn’t want to be rude, and probably people asked heroes that all the time, but this was starting to get, uhm, uncomfortable.  “I- I mean!  I’ve still got all these bandages, so, it’s not very, um, good for me to be doing things with my hands!”  He glanced at his own umbrella and cringed a little.  “You know how it is.  Injuries!”

The stranger’s expression - which Izuku was kind of having a hard time interpreting - didn’t change.  He also didn’t put his hand down.  

Against his better judgment, Izuku leaned forward.  “Are you– Are you okay?  Mister?”

The man crumpled suddenly.  Izuku dropped his umbrella and rushed to his side, pulling out his phone.  “I’m calling an ambulan–!”

The man’s hand shot out, grabbing Izuku’s wrist.  His nails, sharper than they looked, dug into Izuku’s bandaged arm, deep enough to draw blood, and–

.

Several blocks away, well within the confines of UA, Yagi Toshinori’s eyes rolled up, into the back of his head, and he fell out of his seat, thoroughly derailing the staff meeting he’d been participating in.  

.

“Pardon?” said Nezu.  Answering the phone when perched on Aizawa’s shoulders was, perhaps, not entirely polite, but it was that or be underfoot while all of his very tall employees paced restlessly outside the nurse’s office.  “One of our students was involved in what?”

This, of course, got the attention of absolutely everyone in the hallway.  Excellent!

Not the student being involved in the incident, of course, but redirecting the staff’s attention to a problem that they could actually affect.  

“Yes, yes, I will be there shortly,” he said.  “Thank you for bringing this to our attention so promptly, Officer Tamakawa!”  He hung up.  “It appears as if one of our students was attacked by a villain on their commute and had an interesting reaction to the villain's quirk.  Aizawa, Inui, I’ll need you to head to the hospital to confirm the student’s identity and to provide support.”

“Support?” asked Aizawa, both his eyebrows going up.  

“The quirk in question has a psychological dimension, and there’s a worry that the student might lash out and injure themselves or others when they wake up.”

“Ugh,” said Aizawa.  “Inui, you’ll have to drive.  My eyes still aren’t back to normal.”

“Very good!” said Nezu, jumping down.  “I will have the police send the relevant information directly to your phone!”

.

“Takashima Takuto,” said Tsukauchi, sliding into the chair across the table.  "I have to say, I'm disappointed to see you again."

Takashima flexed his hands inside the special gloves the police force used to block his class of touch-based quirks and muttered unintelligibly.  

"Do you remember the terms of your release?" asked Tsukauchi.  

Takashima suddenly leaned forward, chest pressed flat against the heavy table between them.  "You don't understand!  I had to!"

"We'll get to that in a moment.  Do you remember the terms of your release?"

"I-" Takashima leaned back.  "I wasn't to use the active part of my quirk anymore."

"That's not entirely accurate.  You're missing a few parts."

Takashima swallowed and began to bounce his leg up and down.  "I was- I had to join the Fujitani Hospital psychiatric outpatient program, and I couldn't miss any appointments or medications."

"And?"

"And I had a- a work release where I could use my quirk… the active part of my quirk… if I had the… informed consent of the person, and approval of the hospital psychiatric board."

"Did you have either of those things when you used your quirk earlier today?"

"... No."

"So," said Tsukauchi, lacing his fingers together.  "Explain to me what happened."

“I was– It was– It was self defense!”

Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow.  “You’re claiming you were attacked?”

“Yes.  Yes.”

“By a hero student?”

“... Yes.”

“Who you’ve never met before today?”

“It was– It was out of nowhere.”

“Alright.  Where are your injuries, Mr. Takashima?”

“... What?”

“The boy you’re accusing of attacking you made it to the final eight in the UA Sports Festival.  The arena had to be rebuilt after he and his last opponent were done with it.  I find it difficult to believe that you were able to get away from him unscathed if he did attack you.  Would you like to try again?”

“I- I- But if I- I had to, don’t you see?  I’ve never seen anyone like him before!”

Tsukauchi sighed.  “Can you explain that statement?”

“I saw him…  Midoriya…  I saw.  With my quirk.  On the TV.  The sports festival.  I saw him and I… didn’t believe it, at first.  I’d never seen anything quite like that…  The figments, they were hardly figments… The were… even more than Miss Inoue… almost real even without me…  I had to.”

“Mr. Takashima, you recall that Miss Inoue almost died because of your reckless quirk use?”

“I was following the rules,” said Takashima.  “I told her what my quirk did.  I was a good psychiatrist.  This will help him, too, Midoriya.”

“We have no idea what the long term effects on Mr. Midoriya will be,” said Tsukauchi.  “As it stands, it sounds like you stalked him, ambushed him, and used your quirk on him without his consent.”

“I don’t… I had to.  I had to make them real, once I saw them.”

“As it stands, it is recognized that you’re suffering from Compulsive Quirk Use Disorder, so, per your prior agreement with the prosecutor’s office, you’ll be remanded into a residential psychiatric program later today.  Your lawyer’s been contacted, and should be able to give you more details.”  Tsukauchi stood up.

“But,” said Takashima, weakly, “I had to.”

“No,” said Tsukauchi, “you didn’t.”

.

“A bit harsher than usual,” observed Akabane.  

Tsukauchi scowled.  “He’s almost killed half a dozen people with his quirk, and he always says the same thing, and his mother’s family always gets him out of facing real consequences.  I’m tired of seeing him.  Mental illness is not an excuse for mutilating people.  This could have been prevented if the prosectors pushed for real intervention instead of that joke of a work release.  There are medications he could be taking!”  Tsukauchi angrily yanked a handful of paperwork out of the file folder on his desk and started filling it in.  

“Still,” said Akabane.

“Midoriya is…”  He let out a sharp sigh.  “A friend of mine’s been mentoring the kid.  I don’t really know him, but I know about him, and I don’t think my friend is going to take it well.”

“Ah,” said Akabane.

“It’s just– Do you know what happened to Miss Inoue?  She was a patient of his, when he still had his license to practice.  She had delusions of having worms crawling under her skin, eating her alive.  She was lucky she didn’t have a detailed picture of what those worms looked like.  They fell apart pretty fast.  Mrs. Yamaguchi was another one of his victims; he convinced her to go off her antipsychotics so she could confront her hallucinations of her abusive husband.  That stuck around a bit longer.  Those are the worst two, but they’re not the reason he got put on probation.  He started using his quirk on other people’s patients, and they reported him.”

“Nasty.  But it sounds like he has a problem, too.”

“Yeah,” said Tsukauchi.  “I just wish he’d gotten help for it faster.”

.

"Usually," said Dr. Aoki, as he led Aizawa and Hound Dog through the hospital, "the figments Mr. Takashima creates aren't so… lasting.  Or detailed.   Most of them lack significant internal organs or have other flaws that cause them to fall apart within a relatively brief period of time.  Their creation also usually doesn't take such a toll on the host.  I suspect the two things are related, but, well.  You can see why we're so concerned."

"What kinds of figments are we talking about here?" asked Hound Dog.  

"It's hard to say, precisely.  Doctor - excuse me - Mr. Takashima worked with a broad spectrum of patients with an equally broad spectrum of disorders.  If I had to guess, I would imagine some form of schizophrenia - that disorder can cause a wide range of detailed hallucinations - or Dissociative Identity Disorder - although that diagnosis has been controversial for years.  Since the pre-quirk era at least."  Aoki's hands fluttered.  "We're far more concerned about physical ramifications, anyway, which is why we called you here.  We have no idea how these figments might react to Mr. Midoriya or each other.  We have them in separate rooms for now."

Aizawa sighed.  "What are the figments of?  What do they look like?"

"That," said Officer Tamakawa, who was escorting them, "is a whole extra problem."  He stopped and opened a door, briefly.  Aizawa and Hound Dog looked in.  What was lying in the bed was unmistakable.

Tamakawa shut the door quickly.  

"You see?" he asked.  

“Was that a teenage All Might?” asked Hound Dog faintly.