#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

[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.

[blushsturns]

bf!chris x plus size!reader

title: bubble bath

pairing: bf!chris x plus size! reader

w/c: 2230

description: you have a long and tiring day so chris decides to run a bubble bath for the both of you.

your body was aching. literally aching. you were on your feet all day at work and it was much busier than usual. annoying, rude customers, your staff members who make you do all the work, your boss who is incredibly ungrateful and selfish and never shows up. everything always falls on your shoulders and you’re tired. so fucking tired.

the second you get home from work, you drop your purse on the nearest countertop and walk over to your bedroom, slumping yourself over onto the bed next to your boyfriend chris as he laid there watching tiktoks. he immediately pulled his phone away and set it on the nightstand as he noticed you were home and you didn’t look happy at all.

“baby? what’s wrong?” he immediately slid over to you, his hand finding your back and rubbing it in smooth, slow circles against the fabric of your shirt.

you felt awful. your body ached from head to toe. you turned your head over to look at him as you laid on your stomach, a slight pout on your face. “work is killin’ me, babe. i can’t do it anymore. i’m so tired.” even your voice was tired as you strained to even get those simple words out.

chris didn’t like seeing you so upset. he never wanted you hurt, even if that meant having a bad day at work. he was an amazing boyfriend and you were so lucky to have him. you both moved in together 6 months ago and since then, your relationship has been so much more balanced and easy going.

it broke his heart to see you like this. he continued to run his hand up and down your back as he sat next to you on the bed, a frown on his face. “oh my love, m’so sorry. you kick ass everyday and they don’t deserve you.”

he always knew what to do and say to make you feel better. your face softened as you hear his words, looking over at him with tired eyes. it's not that you were sleepy tired, you were just simply exhausted from life lately. your self esteem has also not been doing the best lately. all your life you had to deal with being the ‘plus size girl’ and having to figure out how to be comfortable in your own skin. luckily, chris was an amazing, supportive boyfriend who loved you despite any flaws you claimed to have and made you feel beautiful inside and out. he cherished your body like it was made just for him.

“missed you.” was all you could manage to speak out, your eyes never leaving his.

“missed you too, princess. you know what you do deserve? a nice ass bubble bath. you can sit, relax, and unwind. i can start it for you. what do you say?”

his words excited you, your frown immediately disappearing and turning into a small smile. chris was so good to you and even when you felt like you didn’t deserve it, he reminded you and showed you that you did. you nodded your head, slowly moving your body so that you could sit right next to him on the bed, your hand immediately finding his. “please? but only under one condition.”

he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. his eyebrow raised up in curiosity as he stared at you when you asked him the question. “what is it?”

your cheeks turned a dark shade of pink before you started to speak again. “can you join me in the bath? please. need a massage too.” you don’t know why you got nervous and flustered when you mentioned things like this. a bubble bath together was an intimate experience, but you didn’t have to have sex. you both have had sex before, even if it took you some time to fully feel comfortable with him seeing your body underneath your clothes.

chris worshiped your body and always knew what to do and say to make you feel good and special. like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. he loved every curve, every dimple, every stretch mark. you were his and he was so grateful.

“of course i can, baby. let me get it going for you, okay?” he gave your hand one more squeeze before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “you never even have to ask. of course i’d join you and give my girl the most amazing massage of her life.”

your cheeks continued to flush as he spoke, nodding your head as he got up from the bed. “thank you, baby. you’re so good to me.”

he got up off the bed with a grin on his face. before he entered the bathroom that was in your shared bedroom, he flashed you a playful wink which made your stomach twinge with butterflies. you began to pull your clothes off your aching body piece by piece until you were naked. you looked over at the full size mirror once you were fully nude, taking in a deep breath as you scan over your own body. chris loved your body, he fucking worshiped it. you still had to learn to love your body, but with the help of chris and how good he was to you, you were slowly getting there day by day. you grabbed the hair tie from your wrist and threw your hair up into a messy bun. you took one more good look at yourself, scanning over your curvy figure, your perfect breasts, you’re stomach that chris loved to kiss so much. you were coming to terms with the fact that maybe you didn’t mind being a plus size woman. maybe it was just part of who you were.

“babe! all ready!” chris shouted from the bathroom. you immediately pulled away from the mirror to join him. once you stepped inside, your eyes widened in surprise. the light was turned off, but a couple candles were lit and placed by the bathtub that gave just the right amount of light. the bathtub was filled with bubbles. chris stood there, fully naked with a wide grin on his face once he noticed your presence and you taking it all in. “surprise! all for you, baby.”

you suddenly felt like you were on the brink of tears. no one has ever done anything like this for you before. you always dreamt of having a love like this, but didn’t truly know what love was like until you met him and he changed your life for the better. “chris..” you blinked back a couple tears as you started speaking, although you weren’t sure what to say. it was safe to say chris had made you speechless. “all of this? for me?”

he let out a soft chuckle and immediately grabbed your naked body to pull you close to him. your bare chests now pressed up against each other’s. he shook his head at your words, placing his index and middle finger underneath your chin to lift your head up so your eyes can lock together. love and adoration filled his gaze, his other hand resting onto your bare lower back. “for us, but mainly for you. i’ll get in first.” he flashed you a huge grin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping into the water.

he got himself settled into the bathtub, his back leaning against the tile wall as he looked up at you and motioned for you to come join him. you flashed him a small smile before immediately joining him into the bathtub. the bubbles surrounding your skin and the water was delicately warm and comfortable. you instantly let out a satisfied sigh, your body fitting in between chris’ legs. your back rest against his chest as you leaned your head back to look up at him with an adoring smile on her face.

“thank you so much, baby. i defintely needed this. and you.”

chris grinned widely, nodding his head at your words. he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, both of your lips lingering against one another’s for a moment as he whispered, “anything for my girl. now, let me give you a nice massage, hm?”

you instantly nodded your head, your body comfortably sitting in front of him. your hair was still tucked up on top of your head in the messy bun.

once his hands were on your skin you immediately shudder against his touch. his hands felt amazing. you definitely needed this. your eyes fluttered closed, your head tilting forwards as you your body relaxes to his touch. “thank you baby.” you say softly as you let out a content sigh.

he continues to massage your back before moving his hand down lower to your tailbone, pressing firmly into your tight skin with his thumbs which causes a soft wail to leave your lips at the feeling. you didn’t realize how much you needed this until chris brought up the idea. he kneaded your skin with his hands, your head tilted onto your shoulder as he continued his movements. “mm, anything for you, baby.” he pressed a couple kisses to the back of your shoulder, a shudder running down your spine at the feeling of his lips against your skin.

the warm water made you relax, but it was chris’ touch that made it all so much better. you were incredibly lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend like him who always looked out for you and knew how to treat you and make you feel special.

you stretched out a bit more so that your back was now pressing against his chest as you adjusted your body so you can lay against him. he moved his hand from your back to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, his fingers dancing along your skin. his hands ran up and down your hips, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of his skin against your curves. “so fuckin’ curvy, ma. just the way i like it.” he breathed out, his hands squeezing your hips a bit harder, causing another whimper to leave your lips.

he made you feel absolutely beautiful in every way and you felt even more special when his hardened cock pressed up against you as you laid against him. “chris..” you whined out, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “really?” you looked back at him with an amused expression on your face. you loved knowing he got turned on so easily by you. just from touching you, kissing you, or simply looking at you, he was a goner.

he let out a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to run his hands up and down your soapy skin, his hand moving over to your tummy. you felt the most insecure about your stomach; how it always looks bloated and hangs out of your pants, especially when you sat and you had the faintest lines of stretch marks that covered your tummy and hips. he kissed every single inch of you every time he saw you naked, reminding you how beautiful and sexy you were. it always made you so flustered, no matter how often he did it.

“can’t help it, baby. you’re so pretty.” he pressed a couple more kisses to your shoulder, his hand caressing your stomach in smooth, slow circles.

you sighed contently against him as he spread his legs further so you can continue to lay comfortably in between his legs. your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink from his words and from feeling his hardness against you. it always surprised you and made you feel so special when he’d get so easily hard because of you.

“i love you.” you whispered to him as you rested your head onto his chest, looking up at him with a gentle smile on your face.

“and i love you.” he whispered back, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them.

you both spent a decent amount of time in the bath before you were starting to get chilly and told chris you wanted to lay down and cuddle with him to relax and maybe watch some movies before you went to bed for the night.

when you got out of the bath, you grabbed a towel and walked over to the bedroom. chris cleaned up the bathroom and blew out the candles before walking back into your bedroom.

chris saw you getting changed into your pajamas, your shorts already on your body and when you were about to put on your shirt, chris wrapped his arms around you from behind and grabbed the shorts from your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. his hands rested on your stomach, his hardened cock was pressing up against your ass which caused you to let out a soft gasp.

“who said you were allowed to put on clothes, hm? no sense in puttin' them on when they’re comin' right off anyway.”

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[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”

[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”

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikia’d into Yandere Obey Me?! Chapter Thirteen-Introductions and Greetings-Part One

(Y/N)’s POV:

I woke up to a gentle shake of my shoulders, and protested being awake by trying to pull the covers over my head. “Now, now don’t be like that, (Y/N).” I heard my older brother Lucifer chuckle amused. “We all have a busy schedule today, and must be up early.”

I groaned in annoyance and proceeded to sit up. The noise of annoyance quickly turned to one of pain as my head ached from sitting up too fast. Lucifer quickly reacted by supporting the back of my head gently. “There, there it won’t do you any favors to get up so quickly after being hurt. Barbatos already changed your bandages while you were asleep, all that’s needed now is for you to get ready for the day.”

“Okay.” I nodded as a replied. I got up carefully with Lucifer’s help. Once I was standing two maids entered the room after knocking.

“We are here to assist the Young Lady as she recovers.” They curtsied carefully before us. “May we approach your little sister, Lord Lucifer?”

My brother nodded curtly. “It appears Lord Diavolo has addressed the issues with his staff's tendencies to act without permission.”

“We deeply apologize for the nurse’s behavior when the Young Lady was being treated.” They practically groveled under his irritated gaze. It must be nice to have so much power, but soon I will too. It’s just a matter of careful patience and manipulation.

“Brother…” I gently hold onto the edge of his sleeve looking up at him. “They're only here to do their jobs. It’s not their fault servants of a whole another part of the castle behaved rudely.”

He sighed in an exasperated but caring way. “You are too nice to the lesser demons.”

I shake my head quickly looking down slightly as though embarrassed. “I don’t believe in such things as too much kindness.”

Lucifer nearly patted my head delicately before leaving. “Make sure you appear as someone of your standing. Do not look like an insult to our family.” Despite the way the words would seem harsh his tone was actually gentle and caring as he left my guest room of the castle.

The maids made quick work of helping me change from my night dress to my outfit of the day. It appeared I would be dressing properly as a Lady Demon now. The dress that was hung up on a rack the maids brought in was a rich, deep black and red combo. It had impeccable lace work that subtly showed the marks of each of my brothers positions as avatars of sin. Including one extra that I assumed was mine. It stopped just above my knees and poofed out due to a black petticoat.

Sitting on the rack was also a few boxes which I looked at curiously. Glitch hovered around excitedly as the maids dressed me. The boxes contained my shoes and jewelry as well as a nice pair of gray stockings. The shoes had blood red jewels and laced up until my knees. I internally winced at the thought of walking around in such tall heels all day, especially with how unsteady I had been feeling due to my recovery.

Once I had been dressed I was helped to sit down at the dressing table where the maids put my hair into two ponytails with dark red ribbons tied into bows. They left my face with almost no makeup thankfully so I wouldn’t look too demonic unlike most demons my age who wore heavy dark makeup.

The entire time they worked on getting me ready the maids didn’t talk to me or look me in the eye. At least I wouldn’t have to walk in these death trap heels since apparently they had a special wheel chair prepared for me. What kind of lecture did they get regarding me to make them so frightened of interacting with me? Still it would do good for my image to appear sweet to them. “You did so well helping me!!” I beamed a smile at them thankfully. “What are your names so I can thank you properly?”

They both startled at my question looking at each other hesitantly as they helped me into the wheelchair. The maid who had short black hair spoke first stuttering slightly as she adjusted my dress. “I am called Hanna, Young Lady. This is my sister Jess.” She gestured to the maid beside her that had long black hair. Both of them were almost identical in appearance sporting matching red horns and each had a orange bracelet wrapped around their wrists with the gluttony symbol of my brothers Beels. Maybe that was how lesser demons were identified as to which circle of hell they belonged to?

“Thank you very much, Hanna and Jess. You truely did a wonderful job.” I smile gently at them. “Now should we get going to breakfast?”

“Yes, Young Lady.” They spoke in unison as they curtsied. Hanna pushed my wheel chair into the hall beginning our treck to the dining room as Jess removed any possible obstacles and handled the doors.

“Good morning.” Glitch greeted me popping into existence in front of me. “Today will be busy in more ways than one for you!”

“Don’t think we won’t be having words over you conduct last night.” I seethed to Glitch through my thoughts. “But do tell what you mean by that statement.”

Glitch’s screen wavered a deep blue trembling before me given my tone. “Well not only do you have to follow the schedule Diavolo set but you have five missions to complete before tomorrow.”

I tried my best to keep my anger off my face and maintain a gentle facade. “What?!”

“It’s not up to me! The omnipresent decided you need a little push to remind you to further your agenda now that it has new variables to deal with!”

I sighed mentally in exasperation. “What the hell are my tasks? What can I even do when I’m so injured still?! I’m literally in a wheelchair!”

“Pulling up task screen now.” Glitch steadied before me pulling open the nesessary tabs to view my task. It read as follows:

Task one-

Become a fan girl for Simeon’s book series.

Reward: full set of said series as well as 50 coins for shop

Punishment: burning of all belongings 

Task two-

Show a mentality completely opposite of a demon and accidentally reveal tragic backstory to angel exchange students.

Reward: raised affinity boosts for angels as well as 50 coins for shop

Punishment: eyes gouged out

Task three-

Reveal demon form in anger to the second exchange student and have the others take your side.

Reward: Secret Suprise

Punishment: loss of control over body for twenty four hours where you will act like a toddler

Task four-

Avoid a pact with the human sorcerer Solomon despite his manipulation.

Reward: Spell book of curses that will be helpful for the future success of your plans

Punishment: failing this on its own is enough of a punishment since it ruins any plans you have

Task five-

Prevent Hanna and Jess from suffering mistreatment.

Reward: their loyalty

Punishment: dismemberment 

“This is way too much for only one day!” I yelled mentally at Glitch. “And what are these punishments! There ridiculous in scale to the task!”

“I’m sorry… but that’s not my division.” Glitch hovered close in comfort to me. “At least there’s a suprise reward.”

“Yeah but at what cost to my plans…? How do I do the first and second task in one day when they contradict each other?” I sulked in my thoughts. 

I shook of my thoughts and nerves as the maids announced my arrival to the others in the dining room. “Good morning everyone.” I made sure to smile pleasantly at everyone.

A chorus of different good mornings sounded back to me as the maids wheeled me to site beside my brothers Mammon and Asmodous on each side of me.

“My apologies if I am late.” I waited till everyone was settle again before eating. My eyes widened at how tasty breakfast was. The castle food was on a whole another level.

I heard a chuckle from the head of the table where Diavolo sat. “You aren’t late at all. The rest of us where early.” I thought Diavolo was supposed to hate lying? “I’m glad you like the food.” He gestured to the table. “Please eat as much as you like.”

My ears turned red as I blushed in embarrassment. “Was it that obvious…?” I muttered to myself.

“Awe! Your so cute, (Y/N)!” Asmo said as he quickly snapped photos of my embarrassment.

I quickly pouted looking at my plate. “Don’t tease her too much, Asmo. She’s still recovering after all.” Satan said as he tapped Asmodeus on the head from beside him.

“Hey not the hair!” Asmo grouched as he fixed his hair using the reflection in his silverware.

I giggle quietly. “It’s okay, Big Brother Asmo! You still look great for our first impressions later.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). Your the only sibling who understands me!” Asmo sighed dramatically clearly exaggerating for a reaction.

“Oi! We get you just fine too!” Mammon declared rising to the bait.

“That’s enough! Do not embarrass our family in front of Lord Diavolo!” Lucifer proclaimed to us.

“Sorry, Lucifer.” We all said at once.

Diavolo laughed loudly. “The House of Lamnination must be so lively during meal times!”

“You have my sincere apologies for such a rude display, Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer apologized bowing his head slightly. If I didn’t know there history I would have thought he was a suck up.

“It’s no trouble, Lucifer.” Diavolo said waving one of his hands in the air. “Now let’s finish quickly so we’re not running behind.”

At this every one ate quietly and quickly. The broth that was prepared for me due to my stomach not being ready for heavy food again yet was so delicious. It was shockingly flavorful for something that looked so bland. It was creamy and filling in a way that settle my stomach instead of upsetting it.

When everyone was done we all prepared to go to RAD where the majority of our day would be sent. I was escorted by the maids to a door Barbatos had opened so my wheelchair and me would be effortlessly transported to RAD. “While every one else arrives by car we will wait for them in the student council room, Young Lady.” Barbatos bowed as he took over pushing my wheelchair.

“Will Hanna and Jess be joining us?” I asked him politely. I needed to stay near them for the tasks.

“They have cleaning duty at RAD so I will accompany you instead.” Barbatos informed me as he pushed my wheelchair down RADS hallway.

“I see… but what if I need something when your busy? I don’t want to be a bother to your schedule.” I desperately tried to keep them by my side while simultaneously seeming to not care too much about it.

“In that case I suppose you have a point, Young Lady. But you're never a bother. Since it seems to upset you though, I’ll allow them to accompany you today.”

“Thank you very much.” I steeled my nerves as we entered the student council room. This was going to be one heck of a day…

(Btw I’m no longer adding percentages at the end unless they change. Just to clear up any confusion I might have caused.)

Next Chapter:

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[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.

[densi-mber]

Sometimes the Customer’s Wrong

***

“Hey, how are we doing?” Deeks asked, popping in from the “Squid & Dagger” kitchen with a bucket of clean glasses.

Kensi was behind the bar, serving drinks and managing the other staff. She looked around the room; for one of the first times since they’d opened, most of the tables were filled. Several patrons also lined the bar.

“Good,” she answered. “We could use some more shot glasses though.”

“You got it.” He kissed her quickly, flashing her a playful smile. “Hottest bartender around.”

“Mm, the dishwasher isn’t too bad either.”

Deeks returned to the kitchen, and Kensi kept filling orders. She filled one of the waiter’s tray with beer for a table of boisterous couples, made a peach martini for a tiny girl sitting by herself at the end of the bar, and closed the tab for an older gentleman who’d spent three hours nursing a gin and tonic.

When she turned back around a few minutes later, a man in his later thirties or so leaned against the bar, one elbow propped on the surface. Kensi sighed internally; he’d already had several drinks and each time he returned, he grew more obnoxious. As did his drink orders.

Kensi offered him a courteous smile, remembering why she tended to let Deeks man the bar more of the time. He handled rude and annoying customers much better than she did, his natural charm coming out to play when needed.

“Give me a glass of Makers,” he said, throwing a couple bills on the bar. He winked knowingly. “You can keep the change.”

Sir, I’m afraid we don’t have that brand,” Kensi replied politely. Annoyances flashed across his face, and he leaned closer, his breath wafting unpleasantly through the air.

“What the hell kind of bar is this?” he slurred.

With a second look, Kensi noticed the glassy sheen to his eyes and slightly unsteadiness even with the bar supporting him. She hadn’t been keeping super close track, but thinking back, she thought he’d had five drinks.

“I’m sorry about that. We don’t get a lot of demand for certain brands.”

He made a sound of disgust. “Guess that’s what I get for coming to a little run down place like this,” he muttered and Kensi felt the muscle in her left cheek twitch a little. “Give me another bourbon then.” He smirked, licking his bottom lip in a way that made Kensi want to take a step back. She didn’t give any external reaction though.

“We have a policy against serving more than five drinks in an hour period,” Kensi explained. “Do you want some water or juice instead.”

“What the hell? If I want another drink, you pour me another drink!”

“I’m sorry.” Kensi gestured to one of the seats. “You’ll have to go somewhere else or wait another hour.” Personally, she hoped he left, even if it meant he took his forty dollars with him.

“Pour me a damn drink now!”

“Lower your voice or I’ll have to ask you to leave,” Kensi said firmly, nothing polite about her tone now.

Faster than she anticipated, he reached across the bar and grabbed her wrist. He had a surprisingly tight and painful grip. Glancing around, she saw a couple people eyeing them, but most either hadn’t noticed the disruption or didn’t want to get involved.

“Let go of me,” she said, surprised by how calm she sounded for how badly she wanted to punch him in his drunken face.

“What, or you’ll ban me?” He taunted. He squeezed a little tighter, his breath absolutely nauseating. “Or you’ll teach me a lesson? I bet you could, you little bi—”

“Get your hand off her before I do it for you,” Deeks warned from behind Kensi, his voice dangerously calm. She instantly relaxed at his presence.

The guy took one look at Deeks and straightened up, puffing out his chest. “I’d like to see you try. You don’t look like you could fight off a chihuahua.”

“I’d love to take you up on that challenge,” Deeks said, drawing up beside Kensi. “Or better yet, see her do it.”

Despite his bravado, the guy released her wrist when Deeks leaned in closer. He didn’t back up completely though, and he still had a stubborn look in his eye.

“You should also know that I’m a cop, and a lawyer, who will happily arrest you for assault and make sure you get the maximum sentence.” Pausing for emphasis, Deeks dropped his voice so it was that much more dangerous. “So, this is your final chance to leave before one of us kicks your ass.”

Eyes flicking between her and Deeks, the man bared his teeth, his nostrils flaring. After a second, he huffed, and grabbed the money off the bar, stuffing it in his pocket.

“What I need with your crappy bar anyway?” he grumbled. Sending them one last look of drunken disdain, he pushed through anyone in his way and exited the bar.

“Are you ok?” Deeks asked, pulling Kensi a few feet from the front, and lifting her wrist to examine it.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. She’d probably have a couple bruises by morning, but most of the pain had already dissipated. His brows furrowed a, and he exhaled heavily.

“I’m sorry I kind of “white-knighted” with that guy. I just saw him grab you and instinct took over. I know you could have handled it yourself.”

“It’s ok. I was trying not to cause an incident, but I probably would have ended up punching him in the end.” She kissed his cheek. “And it was kind of hot.”

Deeks snorted in surprise, lifting her wrist to his mouth. Something crashing brought them back to reality.

“Are you ok to keep going tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you think we should be worried about that guy, though? I feel kind of bad about sending him out into public in his state.”

“I’ll pull up the security feed and get his plates. A Buddy from LAPD should be able to flag him for a DUI.”

“I love how your mind works,” Kensi said fervently.

***

A/N: Something must be wrong with me, because I almost forgot about the bar.

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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 🫧

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[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.

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[five-rivers]

Figment (More than Imagination)

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(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.  

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“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.