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pjms the only solo stans that ever give the other members attention and be so public about it. other solos would never give jimin the time of day or even compliment him in any capacity. you all will always be soft and that's why we aren't ever taken seriously đ
Iâve made it abundantly clear that I donât hate any of the members. Just like Iâve stated that I still like hobi multiple times before. I can have my specific feelings towards them as people while still being objective about the music they drop cause itâs music. Me listening to it isnât doing them a âfavorâ and Iâm not trying to be nice. Iâm doing it cause Iâm interested in listening and itâs not a crime to do so.
Iâm not about to act like I hate it in public then go secretly listen and like it in private. Thatâs real loser type behavior and exactly what these other solos do concerning Jimin plus people they claim they donât like in general. Keeping up that overzealous hateful front aspect of stanning is not me and never will be.
#hating the other members does not make yâall any more of a real pjm#itâs not being âsoftâ#some of yâall just take shit to serious#and are highkey childish
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âHER Interactive made the decision to let go of Lani Manella as the long-time voice of Nancy Drew.â
Me: Why on earth would they do that?
âThis was shortly after the new CEO was put in place, a former Disney Marketing Director.â
Me: Nevermind it all makes sense now.
#ghost posts#Disney marketing executives are insane#like maybe a handful are salvageable but the others are low/highkey narcissists who do not know what they are talking about#like make decisions that drive the company into the ground#one ik made the lord farquad speech unironically and the other said she thought Disney was childish and actually hated it#LADY WHY ARE YOU EVEN THERE THEN#thereâs a high rise in the Polynesian resort there now#which honestly social commentary to dissect there#you will never meet people that hate joy more than Disney execs#the people that do the work love the company but the execs that make the decisions do not#which is what happened at HER
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npd + autism culture is literally refusing to engage in your special interest because now it's so so mainstream and you don't wanna be associated with all the fakes who are into it
i pretend to not really enjoy space/astronomy anymore because holy shit so many people in my life who like astrology conflates the two. i can't talk about astronomy without someone bringing up some spiritual shit. and i know everything they do say that's correct, they're viewing it from a VERY different lens than i am
i hate family who act like "we're all stardust" is a new revelation to them in their spiritual journey, which i have ALWAYS stated growing up, albeit with a more scientific lens. they also act like it's some special notable thing that means we can manifest anything when i just think it's a fact of life & people only view it as something astonishing because of how mysterious and disconnected the stars seem to your average person
i can never bring up my nuanced takes on life outside earth because someone always dumbs it down or tries to make it fit their own personal ideology on real time, or they'll think i'm lying once i say The Proven Alien Hoax Is, âšSurprise Surpriseïżœïżœïżœ, A Hoax Againâą.
don't get me started on all the alien theories rooted in Just Racism
there's also a lotta people who aren't necessarily spiritual or conspiratorial with it, but it's an aesthetic for them, which on its face is fine, but i hate the thought that i will be grouped in with people who just find kinship with the great unknown Like Y'all Don't Appreciate It Like Me!!!âŒïž gatekeeping rn on god how is the special interest i was bullied for so mainstream in internal culture and aesthetics
so i just pretend i don't really care much about it & it's really diminished by love of space & that's a shame & all but idk what else to do
nevermind the fact that when i was like 7 years old i cleared out two whole libraries of their astronomy books by reading every single one regardless of reading level
nevermind the fact most things i own are based on space
nevermind the different space and aerodynamic museums ive been to
nevermind me being able to name certain events just based off photos
nevermind me still owning a lotta books
nevermind me opting to study physics so i could better appreciate space
how dare my special interest be stolen âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
#rant#npd#narcissistic personality disorder#autism#special interest#feels highkey appropriated on god ...#i KNOW being gatekeepy is baad and i KNOW it isn't healthy to give up on things you have a passion for bcs of something so childish#but ohhh my god i enter so many irrational states of numerous different rapidly shifting emotion about myself and everyone else over this đ#how can a friend literally talk to me about how much they like space and I'm literally like âokâ even though i wanna talk abt it bcs#I Don't Trust Them#or someone will be surprised i'm super into space. it's really aggravating when it's someone i've known for years and years bcs how could u#miss this#busted SO much money on space#growing up i'd have fun by reading astronomy & space exploration ENCYCLOPEDIAS.#do you know how angry i was when there was no more space books in my Second Library âŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž#sometimes i say something off-handed abt space & ppl will be surprised & interested bcs i forget that actually most people don't know that#& then i get happy and feel special and important#but that usually doesn't last long
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on s1 e3,, pope is my dude & I hope he doesnât change,, if this John b dude gets with Sarah or whatever that girls name is Iâll rate it đ lol,, all the kookoo banana ppl can get jumped,, is kiara not grateful she has money o que¿¿
EDIT JJ NOOOOOOOOOOOO
#obx#outer banks#John b is annoying me lowkey and highkey#still gonna read jj fics even if heâs childish đ#and rafe đ€·ââïžđ€Ș
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aegon x best friend!reader ; modern!au
summary: this fic is snippets of aegon and reader's relationship as they grow up and discover new feelings. but to let himself be loved, aegon has to first do some growing up.
rating: 18+, minors dni.
tags: alcohol, substance abuse.
word count: 4.2k
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A/N: i'm so excited to share my first full fic! this series is very very lowkey inspired by one day and highkey inspired by peter by taylor swift. comment if you'd like to be on the taglist for this! hope you guys like it :)
divider credit @ cafekitsune!
Age 10
âI still don't see why we had to move here." a sullen, 10 year old Y/N replied, pouting as she stared out the window from the backseat. her father couldn't help an amused smile at the little girl as he drove towards her new school. "i told you darling, daddyâs got a very important new job here in kingâs landing." "yes but why did I have to move here." the older man let out a patient sigh. this had been going on weeks leading to their move. "you haven't even given the city a chance yet, kiddo. why do you hate it already?" "because..." the little girl started with an exasperated whine. ".... i don't have any friends here!" "you have me." her father offered with an assuring grin. the unamused look he got in return was not grateful in the least. "you're dad. i want friends." the seriousness with which Y/N declared her dilemma earned her a laugh from the front seat.
her father pulled into the curb by the grand iron gates of Red Keep Academy, the best private school in the city. as Y/N hopped out the backseat, looking deflated, he lowered the car window, "hey c'mon now, you can't start your first day all sad. who knows, maybe you'll come back with a hoard of friends, even more than you had back home." Y/N only looked ahead at him, unconvinced. "bye, dad."
as she made her way towards the main archway to the school, she thought of all the things she was missing about home. not the new townhouse they had in the city, her real home, back in the reach. she thought of the swing behind her house, the smell from the bakery next door, the big oak tree she saw on the way to school every morning, the fountain in the park â when suddenly someone ran past her, fast enough to knock her down.
"ouch!" she cried out from the floor, rubbing her shoulder where she had been hit. "aegon!" a woman suddenly rushed to her side, glowering at the little boy who had pushed past her. "are you okay, honey? were you hurt?" the first thing Y/N noticed was how kind the woman looked with her big brown eyes, and so very pretty. "i'm okay." she reassured in a small voice, before turning to give this 'Aegon', the dirtiest look she could muster.
the boy had to be her age, pale blonde hair that looked like someone had tried to comb it but had not been given enough time to finish the job. he wore a matching school uniform to Y/N, navy blue blazer, white shirt and dark green pants. his shirt though was untucked and seemed to already have mud stains.
she thought he seemed mostly unbothered by his own actions, but stood there attempting to look sheepish nonetheless for his mother.
"apologise to this young lady." his mother demanded. "sorry..." he mumbled almost incomprehensibly. already upset and now physically hurt, Y/N wordlessly got up and hurried away, trying to stop hot tears from spilling out.
as she walked away she heard the boy's mother scold him, "that was not an apology, Aegon. go say sorry, properly this time." she heard a childish groan in response, "do I have to?". his mother must have given him one hell of a look, Y/N thought because she heard her say nothing else but small footsteps came jogging up to her.
as the blonde boy walked next to her, she waited for him to say something while she kept walking ahead, but he seemed to just wordlessly fall in stride with her. After a minute he suddenly asked, âdo you even know where youâre going?â
now that he mentioned it, she didnât.
she suddenly stopped and looked around herself, confused. He stopped with her and studied her for a second. âI donât know you.â He observed. âare you new?â. She decided to stay silent, hoping he would go away if she ignored him but she was wrong. When she didnât respond, he continued, âyouâre going in the wrong direction, new girl. That way ââ he pointed to where she had been headed ââis the middle school building. Primary school is this way.â He started walking down a hallway, and Y/N took hurried steps to follow him.
He gave her a sideway glance, âwhat grade are you in anyway? Third?â he smugly asked, proudly looking down at her as a mature fifth-grader. âfifth.â She snapped at him. âohâ, he responded, surprised. âwhoâs class?â âMiss Reyne.â âno kidding!â he gave her a toothy grin. âso am I.â
Y/N didnât like this Aegon, she decided. As he kept chatting away about how boring Miss Reyne was, she gave him no replies and generally walked as if she were alone and had no association with the silver haired boy beside her. As they settled into class, she was determined to avoid him for the rest of her day. Aegon though, was determined for quiet the opposite.
He took a seat next to hers, kept making comments, providing her a running, private commentary about each teacher and student. He wasnât affected by Y/Nâs lack of a response, or if he was, he didnât let it show. Y/N had to admit though, he was funny. she couldnât help but crack a smile when he told her about the time Jason Lannister got gum stuck in his hair, and had to suppress a giggle when Aegon impersonated Mr. Bolton falling asleep mid-way through teaching a class. At these small instances of Y/Nâs guard breaking, he flashed her a bright smile, pleased with himself.
Y/N though, didnât utter a word to him. Until Art class that was.
They had been asked to paint an animal, and when Y/N looked up from the goldfish she had been painting, she saw Aegonâs work. âa dragon isnât a real animal.â She disproved. The boy merely shrugged, âthatâs not an animal either, itâs a fish.â
âa fish is an animal.â She frowned at her work. âitâs just an animal under water.â
âoh well, letâs add some of its natural habitat then.â He smirked, grabbing the bowl of water theyâd been sharing to clean their brushes. âNO! stop!â in an attempt to block him from pouring water on her work, the brush in her hand smeared some of the yellow paint on his face.
He froze in his action immediately, bringing up his fingers to feel the paint streak running down from his brow to across his nose. This time Y/N couldnât suppress her laughter at the sight, his blinking expression making it all the more funnier. âwell, if thatâs how you want to do this!â he declared as he scooped some of the red paint on his two fingers before smearing it on her cheek.
Within five minutes, their respective art works had been abandoned and both sets of uniform utterly ruined. The two had to be separated by their teacher, then ordered to walk down to the washrooms and clean themselves right up.
The second she left the girls washroom though, Y/N found the silver haired boy waiting for her by the door, some green paint still visibly stuck in his pale locks. ârace you to class?â he mischievously suggested. âHmmâ Y/N pretended to think about the challenge for a second, before saying âokayâ and dashing towards their class.
With a self-satisfied smile at having beaten Aegon, she took her seat. Sulking at his defeat, Aegon slinked back in his chair, âyou cheated, didnât wait for the âgoââŠâ
âwinâs a win.â Y/N declared, grabbing golden glitter for her fish.ïżœïżœ
He didnât stay grumpy for long though, before she knew it he was back to his talkative self, this time with Y/N chiming in with her own comments. The hours flew by with Aegon by her side, and as the day came to an end Y/N realised sheâd enjoyed herself after all.
As they walked towards the school gate to leave, Aegon suddenly changed the topic. âyou like video games?â âyeahâŠ?â she hesitantly replied. âgreat, youâre coming over tomorrow to play some.â He beamed. At the end of the sentence Y/N observed he hadnât actually asked her a question. âokay.â She found herself agreeing.
âcool, see you tomorrow.â Aegon had started running in the direction of one of the cars, when he suddenly stopped and turned around. ânever asked your name.â he sheepishly realised.
 âY/N!â she distractedly answered as she sped up, having found her momâs car in the parking lot.
âY/NâŠâ Aegon muttered to himself as he walked away, liking the way the name rolled of his tongue.
Age 15
âYouâre late.â Y/N didnât even bother to look up when she heard the window to her bedroom open, but did glance at the subsequent sound of someone falling face first onto her carpet. âhave you been drinking? Its 2pm.â
Down on the ground laid her best friend of five years, with his messy platinum hair and stick-thin lanky limbs, carrying in the distinct smell of smoke when he entered her room. Though they were the same age, aegon looked more boyish still even as he had started to race towards every vice of the adult world he could get his hands on.
Aegon merely rubbed his now injured nose, as he lifted his head off the ground. âNo I havenât been drinking⊠still drunk from last night. Big difference.â Y/N sighed and shook her head in vexation before returning to her homework. Aegon had recently taken up drinking and despite Y/Nâs repeated rebukes, he seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much to stop. He continued to wave off her concern and she was starting to tire of voicing it.
âLetâs say I believed you⊠you wanna tell me what made you so late, then? I do have other things to do with my day than wait around to teach you biology, yâknow.â Aegon grabbed a chair and dragged it to sit next to her at her desk. âI was actually busy being taught biology as it happens⊠albeit of a different kind.â His smug, self-satisfied grin as he pulled a cigarette from his front pocket and placed it between his teeth, told Y/N all she needed to know. âElinda Massey was the most enthusiastic of teachers.â Y/N couldnât help but grit her teeth at the mention of Aegonâs latest distraction.
With a swift motion she grabbed the cigarette and threw it in the bin, ignoring his protests. âyou know youâre not allowed to smoke in here, my parents would kill me if they smelled it.â Aegon snorted at the statement, âyeah but, thatâs never stopped me before.â The casualness with which Aegon dismissed her, pinched Y/N. It was certainly true that Y/N usually found it hard to say no to Aegon, no matter how the consequences might harm her; but she didnât like how he took the same for granted, as if it was a given.
âWhatâs got you all prissy today?â
âyou. You wanna pass biology this year or not?â Y/N replied, visibly irritated. âyeah like thereâs a chance in hell theyâll actually fail me. Grandfather would have the place shut within the week.â âthen why do you even need a tutor? Go off with Elinda or whoever.â Y/N huffed, her eyes remaining trained so hard on her textbook that she was half certain she was going to burn holes into it, her hand clutching around the pencil in her hand.
âElinda? Thatâs what youâre so annoyed about?â aegon snickered. Y/N turned to now glare directly into his blue eyes, a blush creeping up her cheeks and her nostrils flaring. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to push aegon right out the window he came from so she could be alone instead of having to deal with this. âNo, I just think youâre wasting your time here right now, when you could be doingâŠ. Biology with Elinda instead.â Aegon brow furrowed at her reaction, but instead of another retort his hand reached out to gently grab her arm. âheyâŠâ his features softened from their usual impish nature to highlight his concern ââŠwhatâs actually up with you?â in the face of such kindliness from him, she couldnât muster any more scathing replies.
Heâd seen right through her, like only he could. For weeks now sheâd been stressed, but found the topic too awkward to discuss with Aegon. But she knew sheâd have to open up to him sooner or later about her problem. Keeping secrets from Aegon was simply not something she did. Or even possibly could if she tried, she thought.
âpromise you wonât laugh.â She first demanded in a nervous tone. Raising his three fingers, her best friend solemnly confirmed, âscouts honour.â She swallowed, her eyes looking beyond Aegonâs shoulder rather than at him as she slowly admitted. âIâve not had my first kiss.â
Aegon merely blinked back at her, âwhat, is there supposed to be more to that orâŠ?â âIâve not had my first kiss.â She repeated as if those words were supposed to be self-explanatory. âyeah and Iâve never been to the Summer Isles, whatâre you on about?â Y/N couldnât help a groan as she momentarily hid her face behind her hands, thinking the more she would explain herself the more embarrassed she would get.
âItâs just, Iâm 15, and I should have had it by now, Iâve never even been on a date.. and⊠and⊠and youâve got Elinda and Maria before that, and Jeyne and, andâŠ. I just canât believe youâve gone to third base before Iâve even had my first kiss!â her words came out rushed in the end, out of frustration and a need to just get the shameful confession over with.
She had expected Aegon to laugh it off, or worse, agree that her situation was absolutely the height of shame. Instead, he looked confused that such a thing was bothering her in the first place âwhat, thatâs it? why didnât you just say so before?â
nonchalantly, aegon put an arm behind Y/Nâs chair. Eyes closed, he suddenly leaned in towards her, lips puckered, causing her eyes to go wide. âwhat the ââ as a reflex response she pushed back at his shoulders, making him fall of the chair.
âthe fuck was that for!â he shouted from the floor, his ego and back bruised. Â âwhy did you try to kiss me?â Y/N was shocked, horrified even, at the prospect. Aegon was her best friend, she couldnât even imagine looking at him in that light. it was Aegon, he was simply too familiar for her.
Aegon raised his hands out as if the answer was obvious. âyou said it yourself you wanted to have your first kiss!â. Y/Nâs nose scrunched up, ânot with you!â.
âwell how was I supposed to get that! Fuck me, Iâll never understand you womenâ
ââyou women?ââ at that, Y/N couldnât help but laugh. This scene before her, this response by her best friend was too ridiculous. Yet, she noted as she offered a hand to help him back up which he grumblingly took, this was very much in character for Aegon. She knew he always wanted to help her, he might not have always understood how to go about it, but his heart was in the right place.
âI donât need you to fix it, aegon.â She affably told him, a faint grateful smile on her face for her friendâs valiant effort nonetheless. âyeah, no-shit, because thereâs nothing to fix. Youâre not broken, Y/N.â Y/N didnât know that she needed to hear those words until Aegon said it and it felt as if a burden was lifted off her shoulders.
âDonât get me wrong. Doing all this, the kissing and the more-than-kissing, itâs fun. Honestly itâs so, so much fun, like I canât evenââ âyou wanna get to your point?â ââso itâs great and all but, not doing it doesnât mean youâre any less for it. Youâre still Y/N, youâll always still be Y/N to me.â
The anxiety she had been feeling, the fear of being left behind and the worry about otherâs judgement, even her own â it all started to look so small and insignificant when Aegon told her she was still the same to him. This was her only constant in life, this bond between her and Aegon, the one person she couldnât hide who she was from. In that moment, she felt glad to have him by her side.
âBesides if you were ever truly that desperate, you could always just try Jace. heâs had a thing for you like foreverâ Aegon revealed, rolling his eyes in apparent annoyance of the fact. Y/N though, couldnât believe what she was hearing. âJace⊠has a thing for me?â The thought of it seemed to please her, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as a red blush started to creep onto her cheeks once more.
Aegon looked disgusted at her response, and grimaced, âyeah okay, no need to flatter yourself too much âŠ. Itâs Jace.â He stuck his tongue out at the distaste of the thought of his best friend with his nephew. Y/N didnât pay him any attention, having taken to doodling hearts in the margins of her notebook while engrossed in thought. Aegon immediately regretted having said anything, snatching the notebook from under her hand, âalright are we going to do some biology or what?â
Age 17
Y/N had been fast asleep when the familiar sound of pebbles against her window awoke her. she looked at the time on the watch as it read 2:17 am, quickly rising from her bed. there was only one person who had to be out there, and she knew why too. her heart sank, knowing already that aegon must have had another fight with his father. she opened the window and as expected, aegon targaryen precariously balanced his steps on the tree branch just outside.
"aegon, what are you doing? It's late," she whispered-shouted, trying not to wake her parents but already held out a hand to help him in. "Needed to see you," he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. She wanted to chide him for endangering himself by climbing up so high when heâd drunk so much, but looking at his condition she decided to stay quiet. He climbed into her room, stumbling slightly as he landed. Y/N caught his arm, steadying him. "You've been drinking again," she said, more as a statement than a question.
aegonâs normally sparkling blue eyes were unfocused, his silver hair dishevelled. He'd grown taller of late, she missed the days when she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. she now had to look up at him, as she put one of his arms around her shoulder to guide him towards the bed as his own steps fumbled.
âHe doesnât get it, Y/N. None of them do. To him, nothing i've done or will do matters for shit. i'm just not the son he wanted. he regrets me, i can see it in his eyes, Iââ Â a sob escaped his throat, cutting him off mid-sentence.
She gently sat him down on the edge of her bed, his weight pressing down on the soft mattress. As she looked into his sad, bloodshot eyes, she harboured such hatred for Viserys as she thought impossible for anyone else to hold. she kneeled down in front of him, her heart breaking to see him so.
"I know, i know. But you canât keep doing this, aegon. If you keep drinking like this, you could seriously hurt yourself one of these days." and she didn't think she could survive that.
she reached out to hold his hands in her own. "You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you. Always." if aegon heard her, he gave no indication, instead staring at their intertwined hands.
"can I crash here tonight?" he suddenly asked, looking more innocent than she'd ever seen him as he lifted his eyes to look up at her. Gone was the bravado and arrogance that was usual of him, even expected. In that moment he looked more lost than ever, and was looking to her as if she was his only hope for shelter.
she knew her parents wouldn't be thrilled about this impromptu sleepover, but then again she'd never had the ability to deny him anything. "of course," she tenderly smiled.
he kicked off his shoes and moved back up the bed, still holding onto her hand, pulling her with him. he lied down on her pillow, refusing to let go of her hand as he closed his eyes to fall asleep. he looked so peaceful, Y/N couldnât help but reach out her free hand to run it through his hair in admiration. She wasnât blind, she knew how handsome he looked, causing the girls to flock to him like moths to a flame. But his looks were just an objective fact to her, she never found herself attracted to him in the same way as the girl at school. But somehow in the pale moonlight, he looked more beautiful than sheâd ever seen him, and it caused her chest to swell overwhelmingly.
she looked down to notice he'd opened his eyes again. "Don't leave," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.
"I won't" she promised, pulling the blanket over them both. he nodded in satisfaction of her reply, nestling against the crook of her neck, his breathing evening out as he drifted into a fitful sleep.
Sleep evaded Y/N though, on the one hand she was wracked with worry over Aegon and his drinking habits, on the other.... she could feel his breath tickling her neck, as his one hand held her own while his other wrapped around her waist, his feet entangled with hers. his body pressed to her own under the covers, making the cramped space on her single bed too hot. Aegon had never been this physically close to her, this vulnerable. she thought how his safe space, the place he ran to when he wanted an escape was her, same as he was for her. it had always been this way, yet, in the darkness of the night she sensed something had shifted between them. she couldn't name it yet, though.
The next morning, when the first light of dawn seeped through the curtains, aegon stirred. He blinked, confusion clouding his eyes at his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the familiar face inches from his own "Y/N?" Y/N merely hummed in response, only now starting to stir awake. "what... how did i get here?" he asked looking around the room, startled. He lifted his head as he realised he was all but laid out on top of her, before moving away to lay on his back. He looked down to find his hand had cramped from holding onto hers all night, immediately releasing it. Y/N rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she responded, "what d'you mean?"
"i mean what am i doing in your bed at the crack of dawn." aegon looked earnestly confused, Y/N realised, which worried her. "You came here last night," she slowly replied, watching his face carefully. "You were drunk. Do you remember?"
aegon frowned, rubbing his temples. "No... I don't." he suddenly looked at Y/N, "Did I do something... did we...?" he motioned to the space between them, his brow raised. Y/N sat up from her bed in alarm, "oh, no, nothing. of course not." she reassured him. she tried not to look too wounded at his relieved expression "good, good." he nodded, staring up at the ceiling.
"you had a fight with your dad and wanted to crash here. do you not remember coming up here last night?" "I don't remember anything really. last thing I do remember is opening one of the bottles from the wine cellar and then" he shrugged. Y/N frowned at his response, "Aegon, have you started blacking out?â her stomach tied itself in knots, feeling anxiety over this new development. But she felt as if she was the only one who understood the gravity of the situation.
she searched for any fear in aegonâs eyes, but only found apathy and disinterest. he seemed unconcerned, merely rolling onto his side and closing his eyes, lazily stretching himself out to get comfortable to fall back asleep.
âdo you understand what that means? it means this is getting dangerous. This is no longer all for a good time, Egg.â She attempted again, this time raising her voice to catch his attention. It seemed to fall on deaf ears.
"wake me up for lunch, yeah?" he yawned, drifting back to slumber within minutes.
A wave of anger washed over her, she wanted to knock him off her bed or hit him with a pillow in frustration over his own self-destructive ways. Did he not understand the ending he was currently headed towards? Did he not care how this going to affect him, affect her? She was tired of being the only safety harness keeping him held back when all he seemed to want to do was jump into the abyss.
âfucking⊠suit yourself.â She stormed off the bed to head out of her room, shutting the door behind her loudly.
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What do I need to do to get a fic of sub crossdressing male pc begging Bailey to be their first time ( first everything really)? I don't even care about wether PC gets railed like we wish, I honestly highkey just want your take on it.
â â âSIMMERING BENEATH.â
â sucks when your annoyingly bratty, yet pretty bastard of an opthan manages to get past your tight-held clutches, doesnât it? mister bailey. 1.8k wc
â âthe fuck do you want, asher?â : wrote this on the way back home, so on the sort of.. subway thingies, itâs not called that where I am, but they do resemble that and felt fucking nauseous, so apologies in advance if itâs shit. was too good to fully pass up on this one, though couldnât turn it into a full-on lengthy one due to being busy with other current things. still tried to input every aspect youâve asked for. yeah, may it be up to your standards then, anon.
Fucking fuck.
No, hellâ that wouldnât truthfully encapsulate the sheer idiocy of his muddled actions even then, because godâ fucking shit, why would a man of the likes of Bailey â relatively known, if not factually remembered as the cold, logical one in town â stupidly fall for some mere trickery, childish ploy fabricated by your own stubborn whims? Or, to be quite precise, those pathetic taunts of yours that any man possessing the slightest nerve of a goddamn functional brain, wouldnât have dumbly caved in to.
Talking about the depraved perverts thatâd foolishly slip between the evidently, way too small cracks unfitting for their same, way too fucking large bodies â of the barely opened windows the dumb orphans would forgetfully leave behind. Shakily pawing with sweat slicked hands at some bratâs snoozing body before theyâd eventually be chased off by the mere sight of his approaching figure inevitably barging in, hastily mutter on about their prestigious status and so onâ fuck, never really truly listened to the shoddy bastards. How Bailey was no man to rudely kick âem out of the own crappy establishment he was sloppily running with a twinge of cruelty ever present in his cold gaze.
Yeah, heâs no damn better than those perverted fuckers right about nowâ possibly worse, but shit, no way in fucking hell will he potentially admit to that despite the cooling air annoyingly caressing his bare skin, sticky sweat clinging onto his flushed flesh nor the disheveled mess of his habitually, slicked back hair partially obscuring his hazy vision of this.. well, fuckâ say it or not, admittedly, fucking hot sight shamelessly greeting him in return. Loosened, pristine white dress shirt untucked in face of this, to give forth to a discreet glimpse of one of the numerous tattoos snaked along the surface of his toned figure.
Slightest pout of your rosy, puckered lips heâd unconsciously find himself eyeing for far too long when thoroughly denied for the day by your daily, insistent questioning. Pop your cherry, you had confidently said with a noticeably excited shake of your fists. Might as well endlessly yap his ear off with that unrealistic request of yoursâ a pitiful plea that somehow, without fully realizing as to how and why â is currently happening within the otherwise narrow confines of his private office. Solely dedicated to calmly concentrate on each and every one of his gruelling tasks. Namely, neatly sorting out the thin sheets of paper openly displaying pertinent information to the numerous orphans residing here, registering the missing few thatâd either go in running like some mindless moron or be plainly sold off to a godforsaken hell he held no genuine interest inâ Fuck, fuck. You get the gist by now, there.
A well-deserved punishment is what this all is, simply was for that matter, and hahâ you seem to be willingly taking it, although, canât truly say heâs all that suprised. Brat. Itâs what you are. Stupidly nosy brat who couldnât hope to obediently keep his supple hands to himself for the shitty life of him. One thatâd so ironically, perfectly fit all too well underneath the weight of his calloused palms restricting your bashful squirmingâ now contentedly facing the eventual consequences of your impulsive actions with a gleeful smile tracing your curved lips. Rhythmic squeaking of the wooden, chipped desk the man had sworn to fucking god, promised to dearly replace whenever was soonest possible and, well, heâs received his all-time excuse to be snidely given to those thugs.
A cum coated piece of furniture is just about a good reason to be neatly reinstalled with something sharper, newerâ something along the lines of that, the bigger the better, probably.
Speaking of big.. Shit, heâs undeniably fucked.
âDonât you fucking look at me like that, you ungrateful little bastard. Iâm putting a roof over your head and a place to stay soâ fuck, the least you can do is fucking pay me back on time, but canât even do that, can you?â Habitually stern is what heâs evidently known best for amongst the nosy orphans, yet that usual bite in his gruff voice is almost.. pitifully lacking in face of whatever the fuck this isâ yeah, actually heâs got a clue what it is. Inwardly cursing at how his hips automatically snap back in one sharp motion to then, merely slap forwardâ flush against your reddened ass. Riddled, fresh marks traced along the entirety of your curved back nor your spread asscheeks for that matter, shouldnât be looking so infuriatingly pretty after all that harsh spanking heâs had you withstand. Take it as the start of your relatively tame punishment coming from a stone cold man like him, thatâs what.
âLike what? A satisfied client? Hahïżœïżœ this is the best day of my life, yâknow. Feels so fuckinâ good, Baileyâ please donât stop..â Of-fucking-âcourse youâve already had whatever comment prepared to hurriedly retort back within your noisy mouth, despite being so crudely bent over a flat surface like this. Particularly whiny moan drawn out at the feel of his thick cock satisfyingly stretching you full, sinfully defiling you from virginity itself. Pervertedly spread open with your dizzyingly warm, honeyedâ fuck, did he really just think of your hole like that?? Must be losing his goddamn mind. Correct, your fucking hole is the one irreversibly altering his unwavering principles. So fuck you, really.
Sloppy, squelchy noises, all too annoyingly addictive to hear, of your tight, puckered heat fervently sucking his fat cock in, coating it all sticky and wet with your slippery, pink insides. Instinctively hissing at the knee-buckling sight of his veiny length repeatedly remerging and disappearing deep inside because shitâ canât get enough of it. So much so his rough thumbs are subconsciously spreading that tender flesh wide open for his unrelenting, stern gaze to gawk at. Not to mention, those frilly lines adorning that stupidly short skirt, bouncing in tandem with each ruthless thrusts slapped to your backside. Admittedly adorable, cute cock clumsily bobbing from the ruthlessly loud smacks of the caretakerâs fat balls sloppily slapping upon the flush of your ass, teasingâ no, irrefutably taunting him by the subtle glimpse of your dribbling, wet dick peeking from beneath that skirt.
Like to play dress up, donât you? Sneakily slip in those overly feminine, lacy garments the elder man wouldâve notably poked fun at the sissies that unabashedly wore such clothings back in his dayâ ironically enough, now heâs finding himself, balls deep into said âsissyâ. Meanly tugging at the silken material snugly encircling your flailing legs, neatly tied bows bound to predictably come undone given the unrelenting bounces of your shared figures. Unable to keep still when youâre being fucked or something?
Little, incompetent brat. Constantly managing to crawl underneath his skin, reach the deepest parts within him the caretaker has progressively learned to conceal beneath this ruthlessly heartless facade. Not that Baileyâs the nicest man to begin with, but hellâ favouring a good for nothing, admittedly appealing to the eyesâ meddling boy like you wasnât on his fucking wish list either.
Should be crudely wiping off that joyous grin etched upon your features if you actually know whatâs good for you. Though, doubt you will.
Fine. Heâs not necessarily against doing the honours for you. Frustratingly fuck out the undeniable audacity ever so present in your every movements when carelessly distracting him during work hoursâ time meant to be initially spent for focusing and godfuckingdammit, merely thinking back on it has him obscenely gritting his teeth, further tightening his unrelenting grip planted along your â sure to be bruised later, which youâre naturally paying the price of it â hips. Heaving groans mixed along with some curses which are presumably directed at you, if not at himself, that heâs uncertain of, really. All heâs stupidly conscious of is the undeniable fact that you mightâve coincidentally, if not intentionally, gotten him dizzyingly drunk off your previously undefiled hole.
Fuck, must be that then. Overly aware of what youâre currently doing to him, arenât you?
âS that it? Your admittedly, badly thought out plan simmering deep within your mind, happily tugging at his heartstrings in hopes of getting your mean caretaker to fuck your virgin holes full of cum? Well, all to sayâ youâve graciously received what your bratty, stupidly pretty ass has fervently been desiring for all along, huh? Ainât that right? So in return, itâs only fair that he greedily takes whatever he so pleases, whenever or whereverâ that is of no importance then, whether it be comfortably settled atop his lap during office hours or slung along your knees to dutifully service him. âGod, donât you dare fucking moveâ justâ just fucking stay like. Yeah, just likeâ hah, that.â Got no qualms whatever position that might be in, too caught up in the tender feel of your soft flesh underneath his punishing grasp to sluggishly catch on whatâs spilling forth from his swollen red, oozing tip because.. shit, got him cummingâ not just plain olâ cumming, but mortifyingly enough, squirting prematurely too. Effectively painting your stretched walls in a sticky, white mess of his seed, inwardly cursing at himself for potentially letting things stretch on further than they were initially meant to.
Yet as ironic as it may be, his unwavering pride naturally beckons him in turn or is it the petulant whine longingly drawled out from between your rosy lips at the sole thoughts of your time together being cut short? Rightâ âcourse, what else would it be thatâd have you miserably whimper so? Didnât cum yet, did you? Obediently took his fat load sickeningly dripping free from your sore, used up hole without any sort of complaint, gaze momentarily flicking downwards to the pearly droplets of his cum progressively trickling down the length of your suspended legs laid along the precarious edge of his oaky desk.
Similar to how an opportunist excitedly pounces on every chance set before himâ hah, heâs never been much like Eden to cowardly hide amongst the oaky, wooden trees to begin with. Huddle within the shadowy forest in a futile hope that mere distance might erase the muddled past; the foggy, far-away town altogether from their collectively minds.
Rather take part in the animalistic feast even if it wouldâve eventually spelled utter ruin for himself, inevitable defeat one cannot simply crawl out of sheer will. And maybe, that said ruin, is delicately staring at him right in the face with a fucked out look stretch upon your features, pupils blown wide with a hint of saliva gracing the corner of your pouty lips that heâ fuck, canât help it, reallyâ have his calloused thumb stroke at, soon swiftly followed by the immediate puckering of your overly attentive mouth suckling along the digit. Incidentally coating it in a slippery wet layer of your spit that you, of course, joyfully take advantage of by stifling a wanton moan right âround it.
Shit, going to be the goddamn death of him.
That eventually faith patiently awaiting for him, doesnât sound so bad when your cum stained, little needy self is notably factored in that messy equation after all.
#howâd you know I like crossdressing little twinks?#not to say reader is a twinkâ in fact#he can be whatever you want him to be#I just envisioned him as being a pretty little thing getting pounded by bailey thatâs all#yeah#..nah man I donât have an obsession with twinks and boypussy. what?#dol#degrees of lewdity#bailey the caretaker#dol bailey#bailey dol#bottom male reader#sub male reader#x male reader#male reader#character x male reader#â â burnt ashes.#â
asher tries to answer.. shit.
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imagine bruce catching you humping a batman plushie <3
dick comes home one day with a massive box filled with superhero merch, the rest of the family emptying it out quickly, sporting their favorite heroes memorabilia.
at first, bruce doesn't think much of it. he thinks it's cute that they want to show their support, showing love to the people they grew up to be inspired by. that is up until he realizes none of them at all have anything that is remotely dedicated to batman whatsoever.
dick and his stupid superman hoodie, jason with wonderwoman joggers, duke with flash shoes, barbara with dinah's band on a t-shirt, stephanie with a damn green arrow cup. seriously? green arrow?
it makes him grumpier than usual, highkey lowkey insecure because while he is gothams beloved hero, he isn't their hero. he doesn't acknowledge his family besides a grunt here or a shrug there, going nonverbal and isolating himself because he's jealous of the other members of the justice league and is too much of a hard ass to admit it.
so he decides to go to the only person he feels that he can confide in without judgment. you. bruce had been away from you for way too long, even avoiding you because he felt that his reaction was childish, and it really wasn't the big deal he was making it out to be.
so after a couple of days of him wallowing in his self-pity, he goes up to your room after patrol, knowing you usually stood up until late hours of the night waiting for the families return, even though he specifically told you not to.
he isn't aware of what you're doing on the other side of the door, wearing one of bruce's old sweatshirts that his scent still lingered on, and a pair of batman panties that you bought discreetly, before dick had even brought all the other superhero merch to the manor.
you're grinding your precious cunt on the face of a batman plushie that you did take from the box, whimpering mindless babbles of how much you missed bruce, how much you needed him.
you don't notice him opening your bedroom door, completely oblivious that he's staring at you slack-jawed, his cock twitching in excitement in his suit. bruce's eyes follow the curve of your ass that looked so perfect, covered in batman logos all over it. then catching the pointy bat-ears that stuck out from underneath you, moving in cadence with the rock of your hips.
oh. so this is what you do when he's not there.
he guesses that you must've been doing this for a while now, because your back is arching and your movements become increasingly sloppy, toes curling and making a mess of the plush beneath you. he curses to himself a bit in a small whisper, palming the buldge in his pants that was begging to be released.
"that's it, princess. make yourself cum,"
the sound of his voice makes you jump, whining in surprise. you get all flustered, embarrassment replacing how horny you were, almost. batting your lashes at him, you're unsure if you should continue, but bruce tuts in disapproval, urging you to keep going.
"did i tell you to stop?"
you waste no more time, not wanting to annoy him in case he decided to make you get off without his help. it doesn't take long at all, your clit swollen and sensitive from repeatedly rubbing it on the poor stufie, the friction quickly sending you over the edge. you bend over, both because your legs are weak and tired out and to give bruce a better view of your desperation.
your panties stick to your pussy because they're so soaked, outlining the pretty folds of it, your cunt fluttering around nothing. bruce pulls at your underwear, the fabric lifting and going between your tiny seam, your labia wet and exposed for him. the action emits a small moan from you, gently swaying your ass in front of him, hoping to entice him enough to fuck you. which it does.
he squeezes one of your asscheeks with a large hand, grabbing the batman plushie from underneath you and inspecting it. it's damp, the smell of your arousal filling his nostrils. he has to resist licking your slick off of it, but he doesn't see the point in doing so when he has the real thing right in front of him.
so he tosses it to the side, grabbing and flipping you over so you're straddling his chest. his calloused hands grope at your thighs, pulling you a little closer to his mouth.
"if you wanted to ride my face, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart."
you never been more grateful in your life for being a greedy little slut than you are now.
a/n: yes this was inspired by that one webtoon :p
#batman x reader#bruce wayne x reader#batman#bruce wayne#smut#batfam#bruce wayne x reader smut#batman smut#bruce wayne x fem!reader
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munch (m) | jjk drabble
pairing - jungkook x (f) readerÂ
genre - smut
word count - 297
song inspo - munch by ice spice (and also seven highkey but thatâs just from the leaked lyrics iâve seen đ)
warnings - jungkook being a certified eater
a/n - the moment i saw jungkook might allude to eating pussy in seven i immediately got to writing, sorry in advance đ
One thing to know about Jeon Jungkook, he fucking loves pussy.Â
Anytime you come over itâs the only thing on his mind, licking it, slobbering on it, being inside of it, he doesnât care. He feels this insatiable need to see that pretty pussy all the time. It was never uncommon to be getting in an argument with him only to shut you up with saying âStop arguing with me so I can eat you out,â with a furrow in his brow, and for you to try your hardest not to let out a childish giggle. It almost makes you giddy how much he loves eating you out. And heâs so fucking good at it. Itâs like he gets drunk off of your taste alone. He wants nothing more than to push those cute lacy panties you like to the side and get to work. His tongue swiping up and down from your slit to that pretty puffy clit. He thinks he might be obsessed with your clit especially. He loves how swollen it gets when he rubs it the right way. Whispering how cute it is, what he wants to do to you, how precious you are. He knows it makes you melt everytime, and heâs certain when he can feel the gush of wetness that comes from you. âGood,â he thinks, âmore for me to clean up.â He smirks and dives in, feeling as euphoric as ever. He uses his nose to his advantage when he fucks his tongue into your entrance and rubs it against your clit, making you whine loudly. As you watch Jungkook go at your pussy like a man starved, you canât help but have a humorous thought drift through your mind.Â
âI canât believe I finally found me a munchâŠâ
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Fontaine Characters Headcanons/Theories
Some of this info is known cause the siblings info got released but still:
Focalors
Hedonist
Really only in it for entertainment (sheâs justâŠ.kinda a loser đđđđđđ)
Hot-headed, a little childish, gives Neuvillette a hard time (yeeeah)
Would give up her Gnosis in a heartbeat if it was needed to place a bet
But would fight tooth and nail to get it back if she lost the bet
Hydro Archon (confirmed)
Hydro (confirmed, duh) /Sword (confirmed based on her Statue of the Seven)
Arlecchino
Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers
The Knave
Used to be an actress
Method actress, used methods so outlandish she was kicked from theater
From Fontaine originally (HAH I WAS RIGHT)
Used to be an orphan
Runs an orphanage called House of the Hearth, uses it to recruit Fatui agents (!!!!!)
Those aren't gloves on her hands, she bears a curse or she's been turned into a non human entity
Pyro vision/Sword (leaks confirm sheâs a Polearm!)
Cryo Delusion
Neuvillette
Stone cold serious type (heâs literally the sweetest I love him????)
Huge proponent of justice (yup!)
Chief Justice of Fontaine
Puts up with Focalorsâs attitude (Pretty much đ)
Loyal to Archon (or is he)
Descended from mermaids (YALL YALL APPARENTLY HE'S THE HYDRO DRAGON SOVEREIGN???????!!!! WTF OMG)
Waiting for Wriothesley to slip up so he can put him in the slammer once and for all (political rival mayhaps idk)
His name deconstructed means "new city": mayhaps he's awaiting a moment to dethrone the archon and reconstruct Fontaine?
Hydro/Sword (apparently he's a Catalyst user,,,,missed the opportunity to give him a fencing sword as a weapon but whatever ig)
Clordine
Assistant to Neuvillette
Bodyguard (yeeeah)
Prosecutor of Fontiane
Detail oriented, nothing gets past her
Vicious and Merciless (literally kinda the opposite but kinda not)
Eventually goes up against Arlecchino
Navia is her arch nemesis, seems as though Goldilocks is the only one having fun with their game of cat & mouse (the way I was off)
Electro (confirmed) /new weapon: Gun (Sword!)
Lyney
Super protective of Lynette (rightfully so holy shit)Â
Loves the chase
Cunning (eeeeh)
Very street smart (I mean kinda yeah)
You canât tell whether heâs putting up a front, actually enjoys his web of lies, or a little bit of both
This man's gonna get used while thinking he's using the person that's using him at some point (oh Arlecchino I swear to god you better not)
Pyro (confirmed)/Bow (confirmed)
Lynette
Something has happened to her in the past (âŠ..well that was dark)
Sheâs not temperamental at all (yup)
She doesnât smile too easily (mhm)
Strongest bond with Lyney (they twins lesgo)
Perceptive and agile (very!)
Lynette escapes her brotherâs net of safety to save the traveler at some point (not so likely)
Anemo (confirmed) /Sword (confirmed)
Freminet
Youngest sibling (yup)
introverted/enjoys personal space and quiet (lmfao I knew it)
Love for the water
Renowned Diver of the Court of Fontaine (confirmed)
Silent protector of both his older siblings (idrk)
Highkey that smartest book-wise out of the siblings (again idk)
Cryo (confirmed) /Claymore (confirmed)
Sigewinne
Healer
Alchemist
Provides treatment for Wriothesleyâs visual impairment
If not treatment, then she prefers sweet tasting drinks and Wriothesley prefers bitter but she still tries to get him on her new concoctions
Sibling dynamic/found family w/ Wriothesley
Hydro/Catalyst
Wriothesley
May or may not be somewhat visually impaired
If so, not particularly compliant with treatment
If not treatment, then he prefers bitter tasting drinks and sometimes humors Sigewinne by trying her new concoctions, mostly just pretends heâs converted to sweet and then goes for coffee or tea anyways
Likes to tease Sigewinne
Sibling dynamic/found family w/ Sigewinne
Investigator for Fontaine justice system (woeful news, he's a police officer. like not even a detective dude?)
Seems pretty chilled out, strategic, could be leading the organized crime w/Navia in secret
if he is secretly running robinhood-esque crimes with navia, then...Neuvillette sniffs something suspicious but never has the evidence to back it oop
Pyro/Claymore (Heâs a Cryo Catalyst but his fists go boom boom like Heizou)
Navia
Gives off Focalors vibes (was very wrong)
Playful (yeah I mean yeah)
Career Thief OR
Notorious organized criminal in Fontaine (literally what was I on)
Robin Hood of the sewers (I mean I was kinda sorta a tiny bit right)
Crafty, craftsman (ummm I guess her mind is?)
Super sweet, wonderful character (loved her so yes)
Loves messing with Clordine by making her think she's got her but escaping right in the nick of time (âŠ.needless to say I was way off)
Geo (confirmed)/Catalyst (claymore actually)
#fontaine#final feast#overture teaser#genshin#genshin impact#navia#Wriothesley#Sigewinne#Freminet#Lynette#Lyney#Clordine#Neuvillette#Focalors#arlecchino#hc#headcanon#if we really think about it#navia is sampo and clordine is gepard
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đđđđđ đđđđđđđđ (michael kaiser)
pairing: michael kaiser x gn!reader
contents: flirting, foreign language (german), teasing, petnames, enemies to lovers, mistaking attraction for hatred, reader has anger issues
w/c: 2.486 (istg this was meant to be short,,,)
summary: kaiser is infuriating. there is just something about him that made your blood boil. and when the boy started teasing you in german, knowing damn well you had no idea what he was saying you could only imagine what type of things he was saying about you.
a/n: oh look itâs my favourite trope. mistaking attraction for hatred. <3 kaiser speaks german in this one because *looks at hand* i do what i want :)) youâll find the translations for what he says at the bottom of the post. they are pulled from my own brain (this is me trying to say i am in fact fluent in german shshshhs) also writing some of kaiserâs lines made me cringe bdhdh ngl he thinks heâs so hot đđ and he is also the title is lowkey highkey misleading hahaha
Kaiser got under your skin like no one else did. He always had that particular skill. No matter what he did, no matter what he said, the boy infuriated you to no end.
Everything about him down to his stupid smirk, his playful tone, his insufferable confidence and sometimes even just the way he would look at you⊠there was nothing in the world that managed to rile you up as much as being stuck in the same room as that boy.
Unfortunately, this was something that happened quite often. Kaiser and you being forced upon each other, like the universe was playing some twisted game, waiting to see who of you would break first and go at each otherâs throat.
And you were pretty sure you were losing.
If getting the chance to choke Kaiser could be classified as a loss, that was. Maybe it would be a blessing. Maybe you shouldnât look a gifted horse in the mouth. Maybe you should just wipe that arrogant smirk off his smug face forever and call it a day. Then youâd be rid of the pest called Michael Kaiser.
The boy who managed to bring out the ugliest side of you. An angry side, a spiteful side, a childish side. A side you did not like about yourself. A side youâd rather ignore, push deep deep down to the depths of your subconsciousness and never let see the light of day again.
You had no idea what you did to deserve this. Why the universe decided to punish you specifically was beyond your comprehension. Havenât you always been an upstanding citizen? Havenât you always tried your best to not be an asshole, to not let your anger get the best of you? And yet, and yet, here you were once again, standing in front of Kaiser, who was regarding you with one of his trademark smirks, while you were struggling to keep your cool.
The boy knew exactly how to push your buttons and he never held back. No, he seemed to bathe in your attention, all satisfied smirks and gleaming eyes, and your anger only spurring him on in his mission to be the most infuriating man on the planet.
You didnât even know who started it this time but you were blaming Kaiser anyway. After all he was usually the one breaking the unspoken rule that was put in place for the two of you that said you were not allowed to interact. Because of how little you got along you were also advised to avoid each other as much as possible.
Regardless of who was the initiator today, it didnât matter. The damage was already done. The âdamageâ being you, standing here, chest swirling with burning hot anger and Kaiser, who had nothing better to do than make it worse.
Like fucking always.
You hated Kaiser, and most days you were sure he hated you, too. Still, it was always you who got upset with him and it was always he who liked to make a joke out of the whole situation. Probably because he knew it would only infuriate you more.
The boy loved pushing your buttons.
âWeiĂt du, du bist echt sĂŒĂ,â Kaiser purred, tilting his head to the side as he regarded you, âEinfach zum AnbeiĂen.â
You frowned, jaw clenching in irritation as you glared at his smug face, the mocking tone of his voice not going past you.
Even when he was speaking another language. Despite knowing full well you couldnât understand him and that you hated it. He loved it, though. Speaking German when you were already angry, knowing it only made it worse.
Whatever insults he spout at you or names he called you in the other language, with a fake smile in place, you couldnât possibly know. But you expected the worst.
âMichael,â you warned.
His eyebrow ticked up at the usage of his first name.
That was only a small triumph. He preferred being called by his last name, especially by you. He was a weirdo who got off being addressed with the title of an emperor, and you werenât an exception. You knew it made his skin buzz, could see it in the way heâd lit up.
Kaiser nodded, seemingly to himself as he leaned his shoulder against one of the lockers of the dressing room. Why you were even in here was beyond you. Maybe today was the day of bad decisions.
âUnd dann ist es noch so einfach, dich sauer zu machen, fast schon witzig,â he continued, not dropping his smirk.
His eyes narrowed at you mockingly, hands pushed deep into his pants pockets. He seemed to look relaxed but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, waiting for what youâd do next. If youâd leave, like you did many times, storm out and slam the door shut behind you or if youâd talk back, something you often couldnât resist either.
Your jaw ticked. Knowing that Kaiser was well aware of how easy you were to anger and provoking you anyways was something that got your blood boiling like nothing else. Your heart was already thumping wildly in your chest, the sound of it rushing to your ears. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, spurting you to act, to run or to argue or maybe to punch him. And worst of all, you could already feel the onset of shivers.
It was such a nasty betrayal of your body.
Whenever you got upset, you started shaking. It was most likely the adrenaline but if driven to a certain point of anger itâs something you couldnât help. Your hands and your shoulders and your legs would start shaking and youâd stand there looking like a stupid chihuahua â at least Kaiser loved to compare you to one of those.
He loved to make fun of you for it. He loved to make fun of you for a lot of thingsâŠ
Your body moved before you could think.
âYouâre a fucking jerk,â you hissed, stepping closer until you were stood right in front of him and digging your finger into his chest.
Kaiser didnât appear appalled or the slightest bit worried about your trembling form. His grin was sharp, eyes narrowed with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Your anger, like so often, only seemed to spur him on.
He leant forward, pushing off the wall, weight against your finger on his chest increasing as he came face to face with you. Before you knew it his hand was on your face. His fingers found your chin, pointer finger gently lifting it as his thumbs graced your cheeks.
You froze, heart skipping a beat in disbelief at the audacity of this man. Your face flushed, you could feel the anger in your cheeks now.
âWenn du meinst, Schatz,â Kaiser mused, emphasizing the last word and leant closer, your noses barely a breath apart.
Your hands tightened into fists by your side. You should move. You should push him away, maybe slap him while you were at it but you found yourself frozen, completely shocked by the intrusion of personal space. That was unfair. He couldnât do that when you were angry.
Wait, no! He couldnât do that at all!
Kaiser hummed, watching the conflict wash across your face with interest, lifting your chin up higher and dipping his head lower.
That was the moment your brain decided to bid its goodbye, your brain cells frying with its departure.
You had no idea what was happening. Whether Kaiser had just seen something on your face and gracefully decided to take it upon himself to remove it with his lips, or if he had finally thrown his last bit of dignity out of the window and was planning to bite you.
Which didnât make much sense, because out of the two of you you were certainly the one struggling to keep yourself from being violent with him. He had never even come close, unless he was as good at hiding it as you would like to hope you were.
Kaiserâs face was still moving closer.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what the only logical follow up to this action was and you stopped, not moving away when you easily could have, waiting for Kaiser to seal your lips with his.
But before it could come to that Kaiser stopped, waiting a moment, before drawing back, observing you out of hooded eyes and taking in yourâŠwhatever expression you must be making that moment.
If you had to guess it was probably similar to whatever a crashing Windows would be looking like.
âYou look like you really want this âjerkâ to kiss you, though,â he murmured, still only centimeters away from your lips.
Before you could decide to do anything, like actually push him away or maybe pull him closer or any other insane thing, Kaiser giggled, fucking giggled, before pulling back. He didnât withdraw without planting a kiss against your forehead, though, making you flinch.
What the-
You gaped at him, blinking. Then you realized what just happened.
You had almost let Kaiser kiss you.
You. had. almost. let. Kaiser. kiss. you.
You had almost let Kaiser kiss you!
No, wait, this wasnât even all there was.
Kaiser had almost kissed you!
Kaiser, the most infuriating man on the planet, the asshole that got off on fighting with you, had almost kissed you. No, he did kiss you! On the forehead. He had planted his lips there, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which it wasnât!
Who even did that? Who kissed theirâŠtheirâŠenemy anywhere?
Your hand touched the space above your brows his lips had touched, as you stared at him. He gave you a challenging look.
âYouâreâŠ.youâre so? Youâre unbelievable!â You stuttered, completely out of your depth.
The both of you had entered new territory with this action of his and you had no idea how to act.
âOh? Am I?â he asked unconcerned.
You glared at him, raising your finger then changed your mind. Instead you turned around and started stomping towards the door. You could not be dealing with this right now.
You simply refused.
Kaiser chuckled, snatching your wrist. âCome on, donât be like that. If you wanted me to kiss you you should have just said so.â
You clenched your jaw, somehow managed to talk yourself out of actually hitting him and instead only ripped your wrist from his grip.
âI didnât !â
âMh?â
âI didnât want you to kiss me, you asshole,â you bit out, turning to look back at him over your shoulder, face lowered and eyes narrowed to give him your best glare.
Kaiser looked unimpressed.
âIs that so?â He tilted his head to the side, grin cheeky.
âOh now you can speak a language I understand,â you growled, winning the inner fight against your voice of reason and facing him again.
âMagst du es nicht, wenn ich deutsch fĂŒr dich spreche?â He feigned hurt, placing his hand over his heart. âDas verletzt mich echt.â
You wanted to bury your face in your hands and scream. But you didnât. Because you were strong. So, so strong. And so brave about it.
âYou know I hate that. Stop being so fucking infuriating.â
He snickered. âWhy are you even so mad at me all the time?â
âBecause youâre infuriating!â You deadpanned.
âAnd yet you find me irresistible.â
âIrresistible not to beat up.â
âHow crude.â
âShut up, already?â
With every moment the urge to wipe that self-satisfied grin from his face became stronger and with it your resolve to hold back slowly started to crumble.
Kaiser seemed to notice. Just like a shark who smelt blood he could always detect your weaknesses.
âOr what?â The challenged, stepping closer, voice lowering into a murmur, âYou know, if you donât stop being so rude I might actually have to kiss you to shut you up.â
You gaped at him, trying to step back and gain more distance between you when he took another step forward but your feet were rooted to the spot.
Was it really so easy to catch you off guard? Was Kaiser really capable of reducing you to such a mess with the threat of a kiss?
The boy laughed softly, enjoying whatever expression you must be making with your face right now. Maybe this time it was similar to a cornered animal.
âI said shut up,â you repeated, but your words had lost their heat and your face wasnât just flushed from anger anymore.
A few moments ago you had fantasized of punching Kaiser in the face, and nowâŠnow he was saying those confusing things like they had been on his mind for a while now and you were unable to shift your focus anywhere but his slowly approaching lips.
Why did he even think of kissing you? You hated him. He hated you. What kind of fucked up game was this?
Kaiser bent forward again, suddenly directly in front of your face. How he had managed to get so close again was a mystery to you.
âMake me,â he murmured, a challenge visible in his eye.
You snarled, your anger finally taking the upper hand as your arm shot forward, fingers burying themselves in the fabric of Kaiserâs collar. You considered pushing him away, forcing him to give you space. Instead, and for no reason you were able to understand you pulled, yanking him down. Then you pressed your lips to his.
Kaiserâs mouth felt warm against yours, lips both chapped and soft, the hand now on your waist firm. He pulled you closer, returning the kiss with fierce
You shouldnât question this. Not right nowâŠmaybe never. Yeah, never was probably for the best.
âMaybe you donât hate me as much as you pretend you do,â Kaiser hummed against your lips.
The words managed to bring you back to your senses. At least partly. At least enough for you to realize what you were doing. And what you were doing was kissing Kaiser, you, who had been given a chance and still chose.
Had you actually just done this?
âYou! I- Fuck you!â You hissed.
This wasâŠYou hated Kaiser. You hated him. He made you angry. On purpose! What were you doing hereâŠkissing him?
You loosened your grip around Kaiserâs shirt and used your flat palm to push him away. The boy didnât stumble, barely took a step back when you had already turned around, ready to run off.
Kaiserâs amused laughter followed you as you pushed through the door and rushed down the corridor. His last shouted words, âBye Schatz!â accompanying you as you disappeared behind the next corner.
You couldnât believe what had just happened.
You had kissed Kaiser. And the worst part about it? You kinda wanted to do it again.
translations:
âYou know, youâre really cute. I could eat you right up.â
âNot to mention how easy it is to rile you up, itâs almost funny.â
âIf you say so, honey (=verbatim âtreasureâ).â
âDonât you like it when i speak german for you? That hurts me.â
âBye honey (=verbatim âtreasureâ)â
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#bllk#blue lock#kaiser blue lock#michael kaiser#michael kaiser x reader#kaiser x you#kaiser x reader#bllk x reader#bllk x you#bllk oneshot#blue lock oneshot#kaiser oneshot
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i need a mark lee drabble so bad like hes soo attractive đ«Ąđ«Ą
I highkey owe yall a mark fic so even though this was submitted after closing i'll indulge lol.
Hes a little drabble from a WIP im supposed to be working on lmaoooo. I have no idea when it will be done, but nothings set in stone so if you wanna see certain elements in this fic lmk and ill put em to the side once i get to writing this.
Baby, I'm a rockstar Mark x reader sneak peak
âYou only joined to get back at me!â Mark insists, his tone a mix of frustration and accusation.
âHmm, not quite. I also joined to sleep with Jeno,â you reply, shrugging nonchalantly as you lean against the wall, trying to mask the flutter of nerves in your stomach.
Markâs band, Limitless, had recently lost its lead singer, Yuta, who had been signed to a major label, effectively sidelining the rest of the group. The sudden vacancy left the members feeling tense and unsure of their future as a band.
Mark posted about the opening along with the audition details, you felt an irresistible pull to be there. It was a chance to reclaim some of the passion you once shared with musicâjust as much as it was an opportunity to confront Mark again.
Your relationship with him had ended on shaky terms; he had chosen the band over you, pouring himself into rehearsals and gigs, and leaving little room for anything else. You often wondered if he had ever truly cared, or if you had just been a distraction from his ambitions. Now, it was hard to resist throwing barbs his way whenever possible, letting him know exactly how you felt about his choices.
Mark crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. âRight, because you couldnât possibly be interested in the music.â
You canât help but smirk. âOh, please. I live for music. But letâs be real; having a shot at a date with Jeno is a nice bonus, too. Just imagine how awkward thatâll make it for you when you see us together.â
His face twists in annoyance, but you canât quite tell if heâs more irritated by your boldness or the idea of you moving on without him. You relish in the tension, eager to remind him of everything he lost. After all, he left you for the band, and now you were back, ready to disrupt his world just like he had disrupted yours.
âYou're childish! You're wasting my time. I know you donât really care about this,â Mark snaps, exasperation etched across his face.
âIt doesnât matter what you think,â you retort, arching an eyebrow. A smirk creeps onto your lips as you continue, âYour band members agree. They voted me in, remember?â You watch as he clenches his jaw, trying to reign in his frustration. âAnd the last time I checked, you needed a singerâand now youâve got one.â
âYouââ Mark starts, but then he stops mid-sentence, clearly grappling with his emotions.
âHuh? Whatâs that?â you prompt, leaning in slightly, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. âExactly.â
For a moment, the air crackles with tension. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that wants to lash out versus the part that knows youâre right. Itâs almost satisfying to watch him struggle, to see the realization that his bandâs fate now rests in your hands. The smile on your face widens, fueled by the thrill of the challenge and the satisfaction of reclaiming your voiceâboth in music and in this ongoing rivalry.
âLet me catch you slip up, Iâll give you hellâ He spits, shoulder-checking you on his way out of the practice room.
Oh you were going to have so much fun fucking with him.
#mark lee smut#mark smut#mark lee x reader#mark lee fanfic#mark lee imagines#nct dream smut#nct dream fanfic#nct dream imagines#nct 127 fanfic#nct 127 smut#nct 127 scenarios#mark lee#mark lee hard hours#nct dream hard hours#nct 127 hard hours
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Slasher House Part:âŸïž
âšHow itâs like living with the slashersâš:
I swear itâs like a bunch of teenagers!
The others have attempted any times to teach Micheal modern slang and technology (For fucks sake he has stuck a fork in an outlet and the DAMN TOASTER)
He has lots of candy stashed in random spots throughout town and the old Myers house
Micheal is very fond of âšCanDy CoRNâš sour gummies
Also Micheal and Jason are VERY MUCH on the spectrum!
Bubba is very childish when you get to know him but is very short tempered
NEVER comment on how he looks or stare for too long
Sam is just like a kid so we must preserve the innocence (Freddy taught him no no wordsđ)
Ghostface is also very friendly, and a joker
Highkey reminds me of deadpool in a twisted way
Art is another ball game⊠(gaslighting is his middle name)
Pennywise does his own thing most the time but is quite friendly and fun to be around.
Out of all of them youâd feel safest with Sam and Jason they are teddy bears
Sam is the least problematic one there along with Jason itâs like the two toddlers found eachother
Freddy likes to bully everybody except for Art and he tried with Sam â
Art fucking pulled a flamethrower out last time he tried to pick on Samâ
Ghostface and Freddy have karaoke nights (much to Michaelâs dismay) Sam is raging in the background
My man Michael needs his 8 Hours
Pennywise and Art also bunk together in the basementâŠdonât go down there! (Art has the good kush itâs MINEâ)
The playground and clown cafe are a vibe I just canât get the damn âšSONGâš out my headđ€Ź
Pennywise is a recluse we forget he lives here sometimesđ€·ââïž (He Sleeps A LOT)
The đ circle with Art is lit as fuck!
Ghost is very funny and his room is a vibe he can go on for hours about scary movies (Imagine purple and orange lights with tons of movie posters and his collectibles on shelves đ)
Family game nights are banned now, everyone fought with eachother
Micheal is not allowed to operate any stoves or toasters⊠HE SHUT THE POWER OFF OF THE NEIGHBORHOODđ
NO ALCOHOL for Jason (the FBI still can decipher what happenedâŠ)
Art may or may not have dared him to shots and he just took chilled waterđ (Jason is a virgin to alcohol)
Art sends Sam to do his dirty workđ Sam took all of Freddyâs left shoes and threw glitter in all of Michealâs drawers đ Art also gave Sam a lighterđ
Micheal is the only one with Law and Order he is like the father of all these damn children
The people voted and I answered MANY wanted the slasher house to continue, Iâve added a couple more into the house and I just realized I fucking missed the chance to make Fourth of July headcanons for them forgive me councilđ I hope everyone enjoys this dumpster fire and again requests and recommendations are open!
Love You Sick Things!
đ€Maverađ«¶
@michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherwife @slasherfxcker @getmeoutofhell @gloopunknown @slasherhaven @arttheclown-coveredinblood @rosehilol @spookystree @michaelmyersleftfoot
#creative writing#lgbtq writer#writers supporting writers#writingblr#slasher love#horror#halloween 1978#horror icons#michael audrey myers#nonbinary#the terrifier#art the clown terrifier#sam trick r treat#trick or treat#dead by daylight ghostface#the ghostface#scream#texas chainsaw massacre#nightmare on elm street#pennywise#welcome to derry#slasher headcanons#headcanons#lord save me#damien leone#woodsboro#haddonfield#clowns#clowning#halloween is everyday
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Hi, this is just to spring off of another TLOU blogâs post, which I thought was aptly worded: Please find that post here! and please find the original twitter thread on Pro-Palestinian resources here!
I just wanted touch on how inappropriate it is to use a genocide as an excuse to morally posture over other people in our community because youâre itching to play an own ego-stroking game of âwhose a better activist than who.â
Outside of the strikes, and days dedicated to raising awareness coming here to say asinine, innapropriate comments such as âYâall canât stop posting about pixel pussy?!â Is extremely unhelpful and is just something that sows undue resentment in our community. When you do things like that, we know what youâre really saying, and itâs not nice. What youâre really saying is âYou guys are shitty people for still having any remaining vested interested in this community, unlike me, someone whose an enlightened online activist. Iâm above caring about that childish little 2D lesbian and the sapphic community it brought forth, despite the fact that my initial interest in her is why I was ever even apart of this community Iâm mocking to begin with. Iâll pretend my corrosive virtual-signalling insults and jabs are coming from a âgood place,â and arenât rooted in being self-serving at all! Iâll pretend that Iâm not using this genocide as a vehicle to stroke my own ego for rising above âpetty, immature thingsâ like sapphic media, sexuality and community. Iâm highkey so much better than you all, Iâll just refuse to admit that outright. Instead Iâll continue to subtly mock your intelligence and distract away from helpful posts about this genocide, and hope you wonât see what Iâm doing for what it is. My favourite activity during genocide is not to educate people and commit myself to Palestinian liberation, but rather throw stones, hide my hands and demean well-intentioned posts just because it makes me feel good. Realistically, not one person in Gaza was tangibly helped by the insults I left in the TLOU tags for people to see, but I wonât stop because Iâm just a girlâŠ.obviously.â
Hey, listen: Iâve been to protests where the organizers, MY PEERS, were other university students who were 18-22, who have had the diligence to remind everyone in the crowd to NOT ENGAGE WITH ZIONISTS. Why? Because it wasnât safe, because their goal was to inspire a conflict in what is intended to be a united camaraderie in support of PALESTINE đ”đž. If those young adults can keep steadfast to their goal of mobilizing for Palestine, then I believe these bad faith actors on TLOU tumblr should learn not to sow shame in people for simply posting a drabble (when not striking) in a community whose fiction they lavished the fruits of, not too long ago. Why? Because itâs not helpful. Because instead of posting helpful resources to aid Palestinians and educating your followers on the zionist Neil Druckman, and to remain mindful of the Zionist themes in the game, youâre using that voice, the tlou tags and itâs reach, just to demean people. Itâs such a wasted opportunity to speak up. Hey, if youâre going to say anything in regards to Palestine, then say something helpful to them! Thatâs an easy enough ask. The yellow jacket community on twitter figured out what pro-revolutionary activism looked like as a community, and Iâm proud of them.
Iâll put this in the Ellie x reader tags because I know people who say things like that, either tend to frequent the tags or the tumblr algorithm will push it because of their interests.
#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader#Ellie#Ellie Williams#the last of us#the last of us x reader#tlou x reader#tlou2#ellie tlou2#tlou part 2#tlou#abby anderson x reader#free palestine#free gaza#the last of us x you#the last of us smut
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Time to be a little hater HEHEH this my rant on the Kotlc sub reddit
I HATE and I mean HATE THIS REDDIT ONG homophobia has tow down a bit but ughâŠthis sub RedditâŠ.is depressing as hell
Like LIKEEEEE uh thereâs a lot of things I dislike that Iâm going to explain here Iâll try not to make it long but Iâm a yapper SOO no promises (also there will be so many spelling mistakes erm)
Ok First things first
They hate the books like genuinely hate it, itâs wild. And not in the way weâre there just criticizing like Iâve seen on here. Iâve seen some very good points and discussions that have been overall respectful and you can tell they still enjoy the books even with the criticism. Like Iâve eaten up every book but still had the things I like to nitpick. But on the sub RedditâŠitâs such a different vibe man.. like they find it childish (crazy itâs almost like it was made for 12 year old ) and just dislike every book except like the first. They constantly talk about how much they think the newer suck. They hate the plot and most of it writing. At this point donât read it????? You clearly do not enjoy the books why are you here???
And the worst part is there are a lot of younger kids on there then here.. like these are kids who want to find a space to talk about there favorite books and your just complaining all the timeâŠUUGHHHGBHBHH
PART TWO
The homophobiaâŠ. Sighhhhh itâs Reddit idk man but Iâve seen a few things erm.. yeah itâs gotten better like a lot Iâd say compared to Pinterest but still itâs gross.
Part three my favoriteeee part! (Lies)
The Sophie hate. (Oh that hurts my soul)
Now Iâve seen criticism of Sophie on here before! Itâs normal! But this is actually hate likeâŠOng why
Letâs just start of with the fact the if you go on there now I guarantee if you scroll down a bit you will find a post hating on Sophie. Itâs all the same stuff to âI miss the old Sophie! Sheâs such a brat now!â Sheâs so annoying she doesnât deserve Keefe!â âI hate how rude she is in stellarlune !â That pretty basic and toning ïżŒ it down a lot . But you get the idea itâs that all the time with a few more things obviously. They think sheâs a Mary sue they hate how many powers sheâs has they call her weak and are annoyed with the fact that she canât ever beat the neverseen (itâs almost like she 15 with very little training on how to fight and no one ever offers except until FLASHBACK. when they finally are like hmm maybe we should teach her how to defend herself! REALLY NOW? AFTER ALL THIS TIME??) they give very very little grace.
But it keeps going now there is hate for fitzâŠbut I feel like the hate for Sophie is worse.
That brings us to our next part
There highkey misogynistic .. NOW HEAR ME OUT OKK get it they can dislike a girl character thatâs fine! (Itâs not /j) but hereâs why I think that
fitz defenders on there and they are interestingâŠlike I love fitz lovers on here there very cool and are respectful
Not Reddit!
A litte while back I saw post talking about sofitz break up in legacy and wellâŠthey blamed it all on Sophie!!! How sweet đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„° now this isnât me saying she wasnât at fault at all during that time BUT neither was fitz they both were they both had there struggles and it was clear to me that Sophie wasnât ready. But they want on a long rent about how most of it was her fault and how much she ruined the relationshipâŠoh my. And yes itâs there opinion but when a whole sub Reddit is in favor of the man more then the womanâŠâŠâŠ.ïżŒI just thinks itâs weird and maybe this isnât very misogynistic
But! Iâve seen Keefe lover on There ranting about how bad sophie is for Keefe and how much they hate the idea of them together. Iâve seen multiple post loving both of those boy and ragging on Sophie they praise the boys and hate her itâs itâs soâŠANNOYING holy crap I hate it. It feels so misogynistic the way they treat those two boys with so much love and affection even though Sophie shows sighs of similar behavior as both of them BUT NOOOOO sheâs annoying bratty B and deserve nothing not like my Keefe who deserves the worldâŠâŠâŠ.
Iâm sorry if Iâm not explaining well and Iâm getting things wrong this is fully just me needing to rant about that stupid sub Reddit.
Iâm not done btw um
Also I saw this person post such an innocent and nice question on why they hate Sophie so much. They were like Iâve seen a lot of hate on Sophie. And Iâm a big fan of her can anyone explain to why? No hate I respect your opinion! Something along those lines
And manâŠit was all the stuff I said before long messages about why they hate her ⊠SIGHHHHHHHH
Anyways besides that there boring thatâs all they ever talk about is this and that and there litte hot takes that are just straight up hate Radom person who nos nothing about it and is like ask me questions u have no idea what this book is about! And that fun until you look at the comments and there just annoying about it..And itâs just gahhh
Anyways my wrist hurts and that pretty much the end of my rant feel free to discuss! But please be respectful this was just my frustration that I needed to get out its not that deep I swear
#I swear itâs misogynistic I just suck at explaining!#I swear you have to believe me!#anyways yeah thatâs all#sighhh#if there anything I got wrong or missed let me know!#kotlc fandom#kotlc#kotlc thoughts#sophie foster#kotlc discourse#keeper of the lost cities#Reddit#I hate you keeper Reddit#with my whole heart#I did zero fact checking I just went of memory LMAOAOAOAO
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Not only do you show favoritism towards gojo in mln but You show sm favoritism on discord đŁ
Highkey can yâall hop off my dick.
Firstly; thereâs no favoritism in mln, Iâm following a storyline.
Secondly; I have friends on disc that I talk to damn there every day & have been friends with (some of them) for MONTHS, if not abt a year now. If it seems like I show âfavoritismâ, pls grow tf up. I either talk to you or I donât, itâs not that serious (especially if I literally dk you). Lastly, from what ik, I talk & vibe with anyone and everyone on there so I really donât know wymâŠ
This is mad childish yâall, hop tf off.
#kamiversee!answers#kamis!haters#and next time literally just dm me on disc instead of hiding behind anon
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sorry it highkey annoys me when ppl CONSTANTLY talk about harvest moon characters who âlook/act like childrenâ (most of the time they Literally Dont theyâre just short and/or dress in ways people consider âchildishâ) and immediately they say itâs a pedo thing likeâŠâŠHey girl do you know who this game is marketed to
#pansy rambling again#I DONT THINK THAT WE CANT CRITICIZE THESE THINGS BTW BC THERE ARE PLENTY OF OCCASIONS WHERE ITS VALID#but the amount of times people bring it up nobodys even actually criticizing it properly they just sound like a broken record#like Yes We Get It they look young#you are Not the first person to point this out actually#but like you do realize this game is. For children right#bokumono#bokujou monogatari#harvest moon#story of seasons
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