#anyway! I've survived the first week of classes

[beenovel]

Anyway last week my professor told the class "coworkers will put up with poor technical skills but they won't put up with weird" and after class I just went and sat in my car and cried bc how am I supposed to survive if I still don't seem "normal" even though I've been doing behavioral therapy since first grade but masking hurts so goddamn bad that I'm only doing two classes a week rn but I'm still falling apart and barely functioning every day and barely getting my work turned in bc i come home from class and collapse for days at a time and its just not fair, its not fair, why do other people get to be the normal, why do jobs get to be easy for other people, why are 66% of autistics unemployed/underemployed its not FAIR

[suguann]

✎. you aren’t happy about your roommate’s party until you meet the attractive guy down the hall.

tags. fem!reader, future installments will contain smut, age difference, original characters, college student reader, one-night stands, angst, dirty talk, hurt/comfort, size kink, unplanned pregnancy

featuring. simon

It’s your first semester living off-campus, and Finn is boundlessly enthusiastic about all things that involve cheap liquor and crowded spaces, even more so now that she roped you into being her roommate after promising to split the cost of furnishing an apartment that’s probably too expensive for two undergrads working part-time, low-pay jobs.

You don’t like parties, really. 

Movies and the social connotations surrounding parties have always made them seem like some monumental proverbial chip in your college experience; the real thing, once the bright-eyed shine of trying something new wears off, is more or less a bunch of random people packed into a room like sardines who abate their social awkwardness with alcohol and loud music.

So, no, you can’t exactly say that you enjoy the thought of Finn’s friends (and everyone she hardly smiles at) cramping up your already tiny apartment—especially when one of them is Miller from one of your business classes, who gives you the creeps. 

And leave it to Finn to invite him, anyway.

"Now he knows where I live," you grumble into your bowl of cereal—something probably too sweet and (definitely) full of sugar for breakfast.

Finn shrugs, not at all worried for you, as she pours more sticky orange batter into the hot pan on the stove. "The guy has a crush on you. I think it's cute. And he seems harmless."

“Harmless until I end up in a ditch somewhere.”

You don’t have to see her face to know she’s doing that thing with her mouth whenever you say something she thinks is ridiculous. “If you’d agree to split the Netflix bill, you wouldn’t be stuck watching horror movies. Why do you only own horror movies, again?”

"That's easy for you to say.” You roll your eyes, ignoring her question. “You don’t have to sit by him every week.”

(As if that would ever convince her to change her mind.)

"Ow! Shit!"

You look up right before Finn drops a steaming pancake onto her hand and rushes to the sink to run it under cold water. The mutilated pancake lay forgotten with the others that didn't survive her last several attempts.

"Finn, I think this is unnecessary," you tell her after swallowing a mouthful of cereal. "Can't you do something more practical? Like sticking a note to their door?"

Finn looks up from the sink, her wild, red curls bouncing from the movement. "Oh, come on! Don't chicken out now. I've already made fifteen of these things." She points her pink spatula at the tower of not-quite pumpkin-shaped pancakes on the counter. "Plus, who's going to turn down free food? Now, go put on your costume and hand these out."

You shovel another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, scowling. "I'm not wearing the costume you picked out. It's so...inappropriate."

You’re pretty sure Finn picked out your costume from the dicey sex shop down the street rather than an actual Halloween store—the amount of mesh compared to solid fabric only solidifies the theory.

Finn finally turns the water off and gives you a stern look, amused eyes set under a furrowed brow. "I can find the one you own in the children's section at Costco."

You roll your eyes. "I really don’t feel like flashing my tits to the neighbors while offering them breakfast.”

She grins, wide and teasing. "You have nice tits, though.”

"Yeah, I'm sure the old woman down the hall would love to see her neighbor in the equivalent of a thong and nipple coverings at the start of her day." You don’t think you’d ever be able to look her in the eye again.

"Miss Yado is cool,” Finn says, returning to the stove to continue cooking. “She'll probably just tell you to wear a jacket or something."

You pick up your empty bowl and lean over the counter to put it in the sink. "I didn't know you talked to our neighbors."

Finn shrugs, flipping the pancake in the skillet. "She normally walks her dog while I'm heading to class. I stop to talk to her sometimes when I'm not running late." 

“Oh?”

She shoots you a wry grin over her shoulder. "You'd know the neighbors too if you didn't scowl all the time."

In response, the corners of your mouth tip down. "I don’t scowl."

"Now, would you go change? These are getting cold." 

Several minutes later, you come out of your room wearing the same costume you'd worn the past two years. Finn pouts when she sees you forwent the one she had picked out. However, she doesn’t do more than shake her head and shove a handful of food containers full of pancakes into your hands.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember to smile,” she tells you before the front door closes behind you.

You start on your end of the hall, going door to door and handing out the small containers. The whole time, you’re wondering why Finn couldn’t do this herself, considering you’re hardly a people person as is. Thankfully, nobody seemed too annoyed about being bothered on a Saturday morning—only one neighbor shut the door in your face before you could say anything.

But it’s fine. You’re not going to let it ruin your day. Plus, you only have one person left.

There’s a small pit of nerves in your stomach when you knock this time—half expecting another door to the face. What you don’t expect, however, is the tall and imposing guy who answers.

Who also doesn’t appear to be any less annoyed.

Your mouth opens and closes helplessly, all words stuck to the back of your tongue, watching as stray water droplets drip down from his wet hair and travel down the side of his face before dispersing into the dark stubble lining his jaw.

You stare. And stare. Eyes, most likely, bugging unattractively out of your head.

How did Finn never mention the super hot neighbor who lived six doors down the hall?

He gives you a once-over, and part of you suddenly wishes you’d gone with Finn's costume instead. Only because here, at that moment, you’re willing to admit that maybe the one you have on looks like a six-year-old picked it out—especially when this guy, who is way out of your league, scrutinizes it for a second longer, mostly your frilly crew socks. 

"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice low as if he hasn’t been awake for long.

You blink, mild embarrassment rushing through you from the sudden realization that you’ve been standing there and saying absolutely nothing.

"Hi, um, I'm your neighbor from down the hall. My roommate and I are throwing a Halloween party, and we're inviting people in the building." Annoyance slowly melts off his face.

"Thank you,” heavily tattooed arms cross over his broad chest, and he leans against the door frame (and you definitely don’t stare at how his biceps seem to strain against his black t-shirt). “But I think I'm getting a little old for parties."

The corners of your mouth tip up in what’s the beginning of a smile.

"Okay, sure. You're, what, twenty-five?"

It’s a stupid joke, and for a moment, you panic, afraid he’d been unimpressed, but then his lips quirked slightly. "Not quite. Nice costume. Let me guess, fairy?"

"Witch, actually. I’ve always gone with something more original," you babble and bite your lip before you can say something else.

"It’s cute." 

Cute?

You’re unsure if you should feel elated that he thinks so or self-conscious—that he might be making fun of you—so you settle with a mumbled “thanks.”

"So, what's with the container?" he asks, nodding toward your hands.

"Oh, um, my roommate thought she could bribe people with food to come to the party." Truthfully, it’s to prevent potential complaints from the neighbors, but you decide not to mention that part, although you think he knows by the way the corner of his mouth subtly lifts.

You give him the plastic container and watch as he stares into it with a furrowed brow. "It's a... pancake?"

"Er, yeah. My roommate likes to go above and beyond for everything."

"What's it supposed to be?" he asks, glancing up at you.

"Um, a pumpkin..."

You look between him and the container and find Finn had accidentally mixed up her presentable pancakes with the throwaways. And the pumpkin shape is...well, it isn't.

"Ah, I see," he nods, his slowly drying hair falling onto his forehead. "That makes more sense."

You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles to the surface. "You think you can do better?"

"Yes, actually," he grins back, all cocksure, with a flash of white teeth. "Maybe I’ll bring some over some time."

"I won't tell her you said that." However, you can't wait to rib Finn later.

"Right, it probably wouldn't make a very good first impression." Then he sticks out his free hand, "Simon."

You shyly shake it—ignoring the little skip in your chest at how big his hand is compared to yours—and tell him your name, too.

His eyes flicker down to his watch, and he curses under his breath. "Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to finish getting ready for work."

Only then do you take note of the tactical pants and heavy boots he’s wearing.

When you meet his gaze again, you find amusement there, and you consider, with a new rush of mortification, that it probably seemed like you’d been openly eyeing his crotch. 

You clear your throat, the back of your neck feeling hot, and you pointedly pretend your voice doesn’t hitch when you breathe a soft, tremulous, "Okay, sure.”

"Tell your roommate I said thanks for breakfast."

"Yeah, I'll tell her. Um, I guess I'll see you around." No longer able to make eye contact with him, you turn away and begin walking (though it’s probably closer to running) toward your door.

And you definitely don’t look over your shoulder to see if he’s still standing there.

You spend most of the party hanging out near the front door, quietly hoping Simon might show up—even though it seems unlikely. After all, he did mention that he’s too old for parties, and a small, insecure part of you wonders if it was his polite way of turning you down.

"The guy was running late,” Finn had tried to reassure you. “I'm sure he was thinking about how to beat expressway traffic before the lunch hour rush hit. Not about the crazy lady in a witch costume running away from his door."

That was the initial deciding factor between your witch costume and the one Finn’s been trying to force you into—only so you don’t have to hear another person call you cute just to seem nice.

And leave it to Finn to jump at the opportunity to help you get ready, though she nearly freaked out when you popped into your joint bathroom with an old tube of mascara that you rummaged out of your nightstand.

"Do you know how many germs are probably on that thing?" Finn’s nose scrunched up as she threw it away in the waste bin near the toilet. "Please tell me you haven't used it since you bought it?"

You had rolled your eyes. "Probably not."

Finn sighed, then smiled. "Luckily for you, I own more than a crusty mascara tube." 

You were about to argue, but when Finn told you to sit on the toilet lid with a dangerously sharp liner pen, you’d clenched your jaw instead, unsure what you were more scared of when Finn brought the pen close to your face: that your friend might potentially stab you in the eye or that you’d come out of the bathroom with raccoon eyes.

Thankfully, when Finn finally finished, neither was the case, except the number of looks you’ve been receiving anytime someone stops in the kitchen to get more drinks is something you hadn’t anticipated—especially when one of them happens to be Miller.

You’ve been avoiding him and his overly bare chest from the moment he walked through your front door. It grew more challenging after Finn left your side (the traitor) to talk to a guy you’ve seen her hanging around with on campus a few times. 

And with the apartment feeling smaller than it already is, you’re only option is to blend in with the group hanging around your kitchen island.

You’ll be fine, Finn said.

Right, you think as you adjust the scanty tube top under your mesh shirt, trying to cover more of yourself with what little fabric you have at your disposal, and you wonder if it’s too late to change—

A knock at the door makes you perk up, regardless of how noisy the room is, with eardrum-shattering music and loud college students. You pull it open, expecting to see Simon on the other side, only to be disappointed when it’s one of Finn’s friends and her girlfriend instead.

"Hey, Roma." You realize you probably sound rude and attempt to give them your best smile—which is more or less a grimace.

Roma smooths out her extremely short referee-style dress. "Sorry, we're late! I couldn't remember where you lived. There are way too many blue apartment buildings around here..."

Everything she’s saying goes in one ear and out the other when you spot Simon stepping out of the door to the stairway across the hall. You hold your breath, waiting for him to look up from his phone.

But he keeps walking.

"Uh, yeah," you say distractedly before speeding up the conversation. "Hey, Finn is in the living room, but I'll see you guys inside, okay? I need to do something."

You step around them to catch up to Simon, which you learn isn’t easy in heels. So you call his name, hoping he hears you and smiling when he turns toward you. And you don’t miss how his gaze trails down your body slowly.

It makes something inside you quiver as you nervously play with the short hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” he says, sounding every bit as tired as he looks—his shirt from that morning now wrinkled with bluish hollows under his eyes—though he tries to hide it with what you think is an attempt at a smile.

And your cheeks burn because you feel guilty. 

"Hey," you repeat dumbly. 

Your eyes lower as his smile melts into one of faint amusement at your lack of tact. You fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Maybe, you think, you should have let him walk into his apartment before you could embarrass yourself further today.  

After a moment, you meet his gaze again. 

"Uh, I just wanted to see if you still wanted to come over…But I imagine you're probably not up for it, so I’ll leave—"

Simon surprises you when he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Sure."

Your mouth gapes, unsure if you heard him correctly. "Wh-what?"

"I just need to shower and change, and then I'll be over. Okay?"

"I... yeah, okay," your nod is shy, trying not to betray eagerness.

A lazy grin stretches across his mouth. "Nice costume, by the way," he disappears into his apartment before he can witness how his words make you flush.

And you walk back to your apartment feeling a little more floaty than when you left.

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[mpreg-consandvans]

"Hey, you're Kris Eichmann, right? I think our daughters are in the same class," Arvind said to the gray-haired man as the attendants of the PTA meeting began to filter out of the gymnasium, "I'm Arvind. Sara Chaudhri is my daughter."

The gray-haired man shook his head and grinned as he took Arvind in.

"Close, but no, I'm Vance Eichmann. Our daughters are in the same class, though, assuming you think my daughter is Louise."

Arvind blushed slightly.

"Ah, my bad. 50/50 shot and I got it wrong. Yes, I assumed you were Louise's dad. Either way, nice to meet you."

He extended a hand and received a firm shake from Vance.

"Likewise, man. Louise told me that she'd just met another girl with two dads last week and I was wondering when I'd get the pleasure. Not too many of us around these parts," Vance said, raising an eyebrow meaningfully.

Arvind shrugged in a non-committal way.

"Yeah, as far as I know, our kids are the only ones with two dads in the grade. I think there's a boy in another class with two moms, but yeah, a little lonely out here," Arvind said.

"It's tough! Small town politics, you know. The kids are easy and the teachers are fine with it. It's the other parents you have to watch out for. Lot of sneaky little snakes in the grass in these parts. Anyway, Louise told me that you guys are new in town. Where did you move here from?"

"Pittsburgh! My husband Tim is an oncologist and he was working for the University of Pittsburgh. Housing prices were out of control there and we've always wanted to be in the suburbs, so Tim took a job at Our Lady of Mercy and we made the big move. It was also precipitated pretty heavily by uh...this," Arvind said, cradling his baby bump, "We hadn't really planned on another just yet, but life happened and we had to speed up our timetable."

"Ah, I was wondering. I'm also in the family way, as you can see. This'll be number seven for me," Vance said, patting his belly from both sides.

"Whoa, big family!" Arvind said in surprise.

"Ha, yeah, though only the third I've given birth to personally. Kris is my third spouse. Two kids each with both of my ex-wives, the youngest of whom is now seventeen. Louise is my eldest with Kris."

"So you're bisexual or...?"

"Nah, I'm definitely gay, hence the two divorces, but it took me until 40 to figure that out. Wasn't gonna let that stop me from being a dad!"

"Hey, good for you. You like being a dad a lot, then?"

"It's the freakin' best. Even better when they bake in your own oven. I love my older kids dearly, but these young ones...oh, it's different. Breastfeeding was the first time I really felt it. Pregnancy is so abstract, but when you have a real human baby in your arms who's drinking straight from you to survive, you can't help but fall head over heels."

"Gosh, that sounds amazing. This is actually my first time carrying for us," Arvind confessed, "Tim was hellbent on carrying at least one of our children, despite the fact that he's 80% of our household income and was finishing up residency at the time, so Sara was his one. I'm excited to get my chance."

"Arvind, my man! Oh, dude, you're gonna love it. How far along are you?"

"Just hit 30 weeks."

"Ahhh, about a month ahead of me. You're in for a fun time soon. This is right when the hormones start to mature and your birth canal begins to stretch. Your husband's gonna take notice and be all over you. Make sure you let him go to town on you at least every other day, starting in about a week. It'll help build up some muscle tone and it makes birth a lot easier."

Arvind blushed again in embarrassment as he checked to see that nobody else at the PTA meeting was still in earshot.

"Yeah, I guess I can try that with him, maybe," he said, unsure of what else to fill the awkward silence with.

Vance smacked himself on the forehead, realizing his faux pas.

"Ah, sorry. Me and my big mouth! I'm realizing now that you probably think I'm some hypersexual weirdo because I said that without telling you my job. I'm a sex therapist specializing in queer sex and pregnancy; I don't have a lot of shame when it comes to talking about traditionally taboo topics. Ignore me!"

Arvind chuckled as he realized the error.

"You lead an interesting life, Vance Eichmann."

[stujet9rainshine-blog]

I find enemies to lovers TigerGhost pretty funny because I get the idea of Danny being between Taking Him Seriously and also Not Taking Him Seriously. Because yeah, Manny commits plenty crimes and Danny always assumes his enemies are willing to kill to get what they want, however, Manny’s still alive. He’d be so easy to kill if Danny either wanted to or had to, and then he’ll gladly kick his ass again no matter what he comes back as — skeleton or ghost.

Also because of the difference between Amity Park and Miracle City, Manny would probably try to flirt with Danny during fights and they make me think of these lines;

Manny: Danny, I…

Manny: I love you!

Danny: Not my problem.

That’s just how they are in the beginning. What are your thoughts on Enemies to Lovers TigerGhost?

Okay. So I've had a lot of thoughts on this and I'm starting a multi chapter fic on this.

It's so messy and I'm screaming my head off.

Anyway here's chapter 1 of enemies to lovers teenage tigerghost!

Rating T

Title: Messy like a Pollock Painting

Danny was tired.

Sure, that was his default state, but today felt worse. Another sleepless night, another rogue ghost, another morning dragging himself through school like the walking dead.

It was only the second week of junior year—barely September—and Danny was already convinced he wouldn’t survive until summer. Honestly, he was amazed he’d made it this far.

"You know, the mullet really isn’t helping your case, dude." Tucker snickered, ruffling Danny’s hair like a proud older brother.

"You’re the one who told me to 'embrace Fun Danny,' Tucker," Danny said, swatting his hand away.

Tucker chuckled. “The hairstyle is not what I meant, and you know it.”

"It’s a start. Take what you can get," Danny shot back.

"I mean, we could get a bit more personality out of you," Sam chimed in.

"Now you’re asking for too much. My personality is already peak perfection," Danny snorted, flipping his mullet like a Disney princess.

The trio burst into laughter. Maybe he could survive this school year after all.

Danny dragged himself into his first class, flopping into a desk squarely in the middle.

Not too close to the front—where teachers actually expected things from you. Not in the back—where it looked like you were hiding something.

The middle was the sweet spot. The place where people forgot you existed.

Sam and Tucker were scattered across different schedules this year, which sucked. But at least they had the same lunch period—which was all that really mattered.

Because if there was one universal truth in high school, it was this: eating alone was social suicide.

As he pulled his notebook and pencil from his bag, a snippet of conversation made his ears perk up.

Paulina and Star were top-tier gossips. Every piece of school news passed through them first.

Danny wasn’t interested in Paulina like that anymore, but as a student just trying to survive—and as a hero always looking for an edge?

Gossip was power. So he listened.

"Did you hear about the new exchange student?" Star asked, filing her nails like it was the least interesting news in the world.

"I did!" Paulina squealed. "I heard he’s from Mexico."

"Oh, yeah. Apparently, his parents are rich and famous and pulled some serious strings to get him in," Star said, chewing over the words like even she didn’t believe them.

Danny barely held back an eye-roll. That made zero sense.

What kind of parents sent their rich, Mexican nepo baby to Amity Park, Minnesota?

"Oh, yeah! That’s right," Paulina hummed. "Too bad he’s a sophomore. Otherwise, he’d be total A-list material."

Danny shook his head and let the conversation fade into background noise.

Because yeah. That was exactly what Casper High needed.

Another rich, snobby A-lister.

Danny hadn’t spared a second thought for the new exchange student—not until he saw him in the hallway.

He looked out of place.

Short but stocky, dark skin kissed by the sun, freckles dusting his face. A noticeable scar over his left eye. A leather jacket.

And a wide, cocky grin as he laughed with a group of underclassmen.

Yeah. Danny knew that look.

That was just another Dash Baxter.

Danny rolled his eyes.

He’d bet money Paulina would be all over him by the end of the week.

Danny flopped down at the trio’s usual lunch table outside. It was still warm enough to be tolerable, and he planned to soak up every last bit of sun before the inevitable northern cold set in.

Sam and Tucker hadn’t made it out yet, but Danny settled in anyway. They’d show up eventually.

He’d barely taken his first bite when someone sat down across from him.

Danny looked up, expecting Tucker or Sam—and promptly choked on his food.

Because that was not one of his friends.

It was the new exchange student.

Danny forced the traitorous bite down and scowled. "Can I help you?"

The guy grinned—wide and almost sharp. "¡Sí! First day, new school, I didn’t see you sitting with anyone—so I figured I’d join you!"

Danny glanced around.

Plenty of open seats. Underclassmen. Popular kids. Literally anywhere else.

He turned back to the intruder and frowned. "I’m not alone. My friends are just getting their food."

"Ay, okay! You can introduce me when they get here." He said it like it was already decided. Then he stuck out a hand, grinning like they were already friends. "I’m Manny! Manny Rivera!"

Danny’s lip curled as he eyed the outstretched hand with pure disgust. "Don’t you have someone else you can bother?”

If it discouraged Manny, it didn’t show.

His hand stayed in place. "Maybe. But you seem like the most interesting person here."

Danny let out a dry, disbelieving laugh. "Wow. Okay. No need to commit this hard to the bit. Who put you up to this? Dash? Kwan?"

Manny blinked. "Uh?" He ran a hand through his hair—like he was trying to act casual. "I don’t even know who those people are." His voice slowed, confusion creeping in. "I just wanted to say hi."

Danny opened his mouth, already lining up another cutting remark—but that’s when Sam and Tucker arrived.

Both of them had trays of food in their hands. Both of them looked pissed.

"What do you want?" Sam snapped, immediately clocking Manny as trouble.

"Yeah," Tucker chimed in, his tone sharp as he backed her up.

Manny blinked, glancing between the newcomers. "A place to eat lunch," he said, like that should have been obvious.

Danny leaned forward, resting an arm on the table, his eyes narrowing. "Go do that somewhere else."

Manny stared at him.

For the first time, he actually hesitated. His face darkened, and Danny thought—was that a blush?

"¿Qué carajo?" he muttered under his breath, standing up abruptly. "Sure. I can do that."

His eyes flickered—Danny swore they flashed green for a second.

Then, with zero warning, Manny’s arm snapped out, lightning-fast—and Danny’s tray went flying off the table.

Danny blinked.

Sam gasped. "What do you think you’re doing?!" she barked.

But Manny was already walking away. "Going somewhere else," he said coolly, throwing one last glare over his shoulder.

Then, with narrowed eyes, he added, "Enjoy your lunch, gringo."

And just like that, he was gone.

Danny turned to Sam and Tucker. They had matching expressions of shock.

Slowly, all three of them looked at the upturned lunch tray.

"Well. That’s another missed meal." Danny finally broke the silence, voice flat.

Sam and Tucker sat down, immediately offering up pieces of their lunches.

Danny smiled. He had good friends.

"I’ll just show Mr. Lancer the crime scene," he muttered. "He might take pity on me."

"Probably," Sam snorted. "Though, what the fuck was that?"

Danny threw his hands up. "You know as much as I do! I was just starting to eat when the nepo baby exchange kid sat down next to me."

"What a jerk," Tucker parroted. "You must radiate ‘Bully Me’ energy, dude."

Danny snorted. "Isn’t that the truth."

He stood up, sighing. "Let me try to grab another tray before he comes back and throws that one too."

Then, with the distinct aura of a pissed-off teen boy, he stomped off toward Mr. Lancer, already piecing together the best excuse for a new meal.

Danny managed to score another lunch, thanks to Mr. Lancer.

The man was more than familiar with Danny’s stupid, never-ending streak of bad luck. Thankfully, no fight required.

Sure, Danny could have survived without eating. Didn’t mean he wanted to.

He was more annoyed than usual as the day dragged on—tired, stomach still unsettled from eating too fast.

But at least he was surviving.

Maybe, if he was really lucky, he’d make it to the end of the day without a ghost attack.

"So, your name is Danny, right?"

Danny yanked his locker open too hard, startled by a voice behind him.

His eyes snapped to Manny Rivera—leaning against the lockers like he was starring in a cologne commercial.

Pure, effortless confidence.

Danny frowned, irritation from earlier doubling down. "Yeah. Don’t get used to it."

Manny nodded, eyes glinting with something wild. "Ah, that’s okay! I can come up with plenty of nicknames for you instead!"

"I think I’d rather die," Danny said flatly.

Yeah, years of ‘Fentina’ and ‘Fenturd’ had not warmed him to the idea of getting nicknames from the kid who literally threw his lunch on the ground.

Manny chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning in like he was actually interested in Danny’s response.

"Are you sure, guapo?" He dragged the word out, like he was testing it.

Danny had no idea what that meant. He frowned anyway. "Take your nicknames—" he gestured vaguely at all of Manny "—and leave me alone."

Then he slammed his locker, maybe too hard, and stalked off to class.

~

Manny blinked slowly, watching Danny retreat.

He glanced around, half-expecting someone to pop out with a cue card or a sign from the universe.

Nothing.

He sighed, running a hand through his curls.

"Okay. Strike two."

Manny shook his head, trying to piece together what went wrong.

He was just trying to befriend this broody, untamed, wild-energy-having guy.

It didn’t make sense.

He’d never had trouble making friends before.

Why was this time different?

He went through the checklist:

Was it his English? No, his English was fine.

Was he rude? Probably not. Then again, he wasn’t in Mexico anymore.

Did he have something on his face?

He checked a mirror.

Nope. Still hot.

So what was it?

Maybe Danny was just having a bad day.

Yeah. That was probably it.

Manny sighed, rolling his shoulders back.

"Alright, Rivera. Next time, be more gentle. Soft. Like a cloud." He was not soft. Or gentle. Or cloud-like.

But he had to try.

He was in a new place. A new school. Away from everything familiar.

And if he didn’t make a worth while friend soon… This was going to be a long, lonely year.

Manny walked away from the locker, plastering his usual grin back on.

Danny Fenton was officially his next challenge.

Manny had annoyed his way into plenty of friendships before—this wouldn’t be any different.

People could only resist the Rivera Charm™ for so long.

As he headed toward his next class, someone fell into step beside him.

"Danny isn't exactly the friendly type."

Manny glanced to the side to see Paulina Sanchez, easily the most popular girl at Casper High.

She was one of the only other Hispanic kids in the school—though she was American-born, and she carried herself like a queen.

She was watching him with sharp, assessing eyes, clearly interested.

"Him and his friends are losers of Casper High," she declared, like she was doing him a favor by warning him.

Manny raised a brow. "Eh, he just seems interesting," he said, still turning over the conversation in his head.

Paulina laughed, raising a manicured hand to her mouth like some cartoon villainess. "He's about as strange as they come!"

Manny nodded slowly. "Uh-huh. You sound like you really don’t like the guy."

Paulina flipped her hair. "He used to follow me around like a puppy. Kind of pathetic, honestly. He’s been quieter lately, but he’s still a loser. And that mullet?" She wrinkled her nose. "Definitely not an improvement."

Manny hummed, only half-listening.

If Paulina was this against him, Danny must be way more interesting than he thought.

Yeah. He was definitely doubling down on this friendship.

~

Danny yawned as he walked toward his locker, mentally bracing himself for another school day.

Yesterday had been a bust.

At least he’d gotten a little more sleep last night, so he was slightly more prepared for another long, miserable day at Casper High.

Coffee always helped.

He took a slow sip from his thermos, books balanced under one arm as he trudged toward first period.

Then he heard it.

"¡Hola Danny!"

Danny paused mid-step, exhaled sharply, and looked up at the ceiling. "Ancients help me."

He turned, already glaring, and found Manny Rivera, grinning like an over-caffeinated maniac.

"What do you want?" Danny asked. He did not trust any teenager with that much energy this early in the morning.

Manny blinked, then immediately rearranged his face into something softer.

It was probably supposed to look warm.

"Oh, I just wanted to see if I could walk with you to class!" His voice was noticeably calmer.

Danny narrowed his eyes. "You’re not even in any of my classes."

Manny leaned in slightly, still smiling. "Well, it’s polite to walk with people!"

Danny opened his mouth to protest—And then, suddenly, his books and coffee were airborne.

Danny watched in stunned horror as his coffee thermos hit the ground, lid popping off—hot liquid splattering across the floor.

His science textbook took the brunt of it.

Pages soaking, curling at the edges.

Ruined.

Manny blinked down at the disaster. "¡Mierda! ¡No quise hacer eso!"

Danny’s eye twitched. He turned to Manny, voice snapping like a whip, "What the actual fuck is your problem?!"

The hallway went dead silent.

Several students froze mid-conversation.

Danny Fenton did not yell.

Danny Fenton was a sigh-and-pick-it-up kind of guy.

Manny, however?

Manny looked delighted. "Oh! So you do talk to me!"

Danny saw red. He shoved Manny back. "Leave me the fuck alone."

Then he dropped to his knees, aggressively scooping up his ruined textbook and empty thermos.

This was going to cost him.

He’d have to pay for a new textbook.

He’d have to track down the janitor.

He’d have to beg the librarian for a replacement.

And now he was late to class.

And he had no coffee.

Danny did not even spare Manny a second glance as he marched off toward the library, seething.

"Did you see Danny shove the new kid?"

"Yeah, what the hell?"

"That's not like him!"

"What a dick!"

Danny heard the whispers following him down the hall.

He was not having this.

What was that fucking exchange student’s problem?

His brain immediately pulled up the gossip he had overheard.

Manny’s parents had to pull strings to get him into Casper High.

That meant he must’ve gotten kicked out of his last school.

Great.

Just what Danny needed—a troublemaking nepo baby who was clearly targeting him.

Maybe the shove and the yelling would scare him off.

It worked on Dash.

The one time Danny shoved Dash back, the bullying got way less physical.

Sure, the meathead jock still bothered him, but now it was mostly verbal.

Plus, Danny was taller than Dash now, which probably helped.

Then again… Manny was tiny.

Easily eight inches shorter than Danny.

And yet, he didn’t seem bothered by that at all.

Because Manny was built.

Like, actually built.

Danny had a sinking suspicion this guy lifted weights for fun.

He sighed.

What a fucking waste of his morning.

And his coffee.

Danny had missed the entire first half of class thanks to the clusterfuck in the hallway.

His teacher was not pleased.

Thankfully, the librarian had actually given him a note for once.

The teacher looked genuinely surprised that Danny wasn’t just late for no reason, like usual.

But that barely mattered.

Danny was coffeeless.

Fifty bucks poorer.

And a headache was already forming behind his eyes.

Then, something smacked the back of his head.

Danny’s eye twitched.

Slowly, he turned—just in time to see Paulina blinking at him, all wide-eyed innocence.

Great. The A-listers really did stick together. This day just keeps getting better.

~

Danny’s headache from this unreasonably stupid morning had finally started to fade.

He’d caught up to Sam and Tucker in the cafeteria and was ranting about his insane morning.

"That Manny kid knocked my coffee out of my hand and ruined my textbook that I had to pay to replace!" he huffed, grabbing an empty tray.

"Yeah, what the hell?" Tucker frowned. "That really escalated quickly."

"You’re telling me," Danny groaned, shifting forward in line. "And to top it off? I didn’t even get more than a couple sips of my coffee."

"Lame. Well, I heard you yelled at him." Sam elbowed him playfully.

"I did!" Danny declared. "I don’t want him thinking I’m an easy target. The last thing I need is some underclassman making me his problem."

Trays full, the trio headed outside—Then they stopped dead.

Manny Rivera was sprawled out on the picnic bench, tray in front of him.

A comically large bottle of hot sauce sat open next to his plate—His mashed potatoes were practically drowning in it, a violent red mess that looked like a crime scene.

His backpack took up the rest of the seat.

He had been waiting for them.

Danny’s eye twitched.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sam bit out, clearly as over this as Danny was.

Manny didn’t even flinch. "Am I breaking some sacred American seating law, amiga?" he asked, stirring his crime scene potatoes.

"YES!" Sam snapped. "We sit here. You sit over there—with Paulina and Dash and the rest of the A-listers."

Manny blinked. "But I want to sit here!" His grin was all teeth.

Danny clenched his jaw. "You’re in my seat."

Manny glanced around dramatically. "Huh. Your name’s not here, Billy Ray."

Danny’s temper flared. "You did not just call me that."

"You’re the one with the mullet," Manny grinned, twirling his own hair mockingly.

Danny took a step forward. Loomed. "Just… just go sit somewhere else."

Manny just tilted his head, smirking.

Then, deliberately, he threw his legs over the bench—gesturing to the empty space next to him. "You could just sit with me. Since you guys have claimed the table."

Danny’s fists curled. "No. You need to leave!"

Manny shrugged. "Aww, but messing with you is fun, jenga."

Sam also stepped forward, eyes darkening. "I will punch you into next week if you don’t move."

Manny blinked. He looked between the two of them, then sighed dramatically.

He stood—suddenly very, very close to Danny. His smirk widened. "You’re cute when you’re angry."

Then, with a flash of movement, Manny grabbed his stuff and strode off—toward the A-listers, who had been watching everything.

Danny was still frozen. Still flustered. Still pissed. "What the actual fuck was that?"

Sam slumped into her seat. "I have no idea. But he’s gone now. Let’s just eat before he comes back."

Danny had a sinking feeling this wasn’t over.

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What class does Professor Arc teach at Beacon anyway?

I've actually thought of this alot, and I would say he kinda rotates by day. partially because he has to go out on missions but also because his classes aren't necessarily ones that need to be practiced all week.

Monday, Outdoor Survival (Basically teaching the students how to set up cramp, navigate in woods, gather, forage and good practices to have in out in the wild with Grimm like rotating sleeping schedules)

Tuesday, Tactical Combat This would be similar to Combat Class, but more focused of preparing them for unfair circumstances like facing someone without aura. without their weapon, no semblances allowed (Since Semblances like Mercury's dad could neutralize them) or even just facing a overwhelmingly more powerful opponent like whole teams vs him or other teachers.

Wedsday, Aura/ Semblance Control Theory Jaune has a unique perspective since he remembered having to learn about aura a lot quicker then most. and due to the nature of Aura Amplification he can actually help his students experiment with their semblances and even give feed back and observations based off them and how they might work with other semblances (Because of his circumstances he considered this)

Thursday, Free Period

Friday, Leadership Jaune offers this specialized class to the leaders of each team, it helps them learn how to manage and navigate a team on the battlefield and with paperwork, mission assignments and such, first years are always the leaders of said team while in the second year it rotates and he instead gives a similar education to said leader's partner's, and so on for the next two years with the remaining two members so by the end each can capably lead a team if necessary

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The Valentine's Fiasco (1/?)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: T (for now)

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 1287

Warnings: hotel screw-up, fluff, Valentine's Day fic, vacation fic, bed sharing, there was only one bed, rift - what rift?, canon divergent au

Summary: When the hotel double-books Lex's reservation, will he be able to survive a week of sharing his bed with Clark? Will Clark?

A/N: written for the Year of the OTP challenge.

To think, Clark had been happy and carefree just a minute ago when he and Lex had stepped into the hotel lobby. He had a week off from classes after a grueling round of midterms, and Lex, seeing that Clark desperately needed an excuse to get away from the co-ed campus as Valentine's Day crept closer, had invited him on a sort of bachelor retreat. At a luxurious resort on the California coast. He'd found he didn't mind heights so much, not when he was sitting in first class, with Lex beside him working his way through his second glass of scotch before the plane even started down the runway.

Now, as he stood next to a Lex who was growing increasingly irate with the apologetic check-in clerk, he felt his stomach rising up into his throat.

“What do you mean they double-booked our suite?! You do know who I am, don't you?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Luthor. I really don't know how this happened, but there's only one room left.” The harried young woman typed away at the computer, her gaze flitting nervously between the monitor and the angry businessman staring her down. “Everything is full for the holiday, and not just here. I've looked to see if I could find you alternative accommodations at any of the nearby resorts, but they're booked solid. The nearest hotel is a Holiday Inn thirty miles down the coast.”

Clark watched Lex shudder and scoff at the notion of having to stay at such an inexpensive hotel.

“Fine. At least tell me the room has two beds.”

“It's a single. A queen. There is a couch, though.”

Lex looked like he was just barely holding himself back from letting the curses fly and causing a scene. Clark knew that only the prestige of his environment was keeping him from showing off the more colorful side of his extensive vocabulary.

“Lex, it's fine, really. I don't mind sleeping on the couch for a few nights. Especially in a place like this.”

Lex looked over at Clark, and sighed, deflating.

“I finally get a chance to give you a gift you can't return, and it gets screwed up anyway.”

“If the room is anywhere as nice as the lobby, it'll be perfect. Heck, Lex, we could stay at a Best Western and I'd be happy. Getting away from Metropolis was the point, spending time with you, it doesn't matter where.”

The receptionist looked between the two young men and wondered to herself why they would even need two beds, anyway. If the young Mr. Luthor couldn't see the way the brunette was beaming at him, maybe he wasn't quite the shrewd businessman all the papers claimed.

“Sir? Will you be taking the room?”

“Yes, yes, alright. We'll take it.” Lex pinched the bridge of his nose, and shook his head. As the woman resumed typing, he fixed his gaze back on her. “You wouldn't happen to know who it is that got my room, would you?”

“I'm sorry, sir, we're not at liberty to divulge information on other hotel visitors.”

“Right.”

The receptionist handed Lex a pair of key-cards and he passed one over to Clark as a bellhop came up behind them to help with their bags. Clark shook his head in disbelief, still not completely used to being waited on. Typically, when he hung out with Lex, he kept things as close to normal for Clark as he could manage. Minimal staff had been kept in both the mansion, and later, the penthouse. When they went to dinner every other weekend, respective workloads allowing, Lex would alternate between the fancier restaurants with menu items that Clark still had some trouble pronouncing, and the diners and burger joints that Clark had discovered since he had moved to Metropolis. Outside of Lex dragging Clark to some important gala or a new exhibit in the Luthor wing of the Metropolis Museum of Art, he didn't overly flaunt his wealth and privilege with Clark. This trip was definitely the most money Lex had thrown around for Clark's sake in quite a while, and it was a bit of an adjustment to take in the splendor of the resort and the way the hotel employees were so attentive.

He and Lex followed the bellboy into the elevator, and Lex had to stop himself from pressing the button to the top floor, switching at the last moment to two floors below it with another heavy sigh.

“I'm sure it'll be fine, Lex. How many times have I fallen asleep on your couch watching movies? I think I can manage it here.”

“I know, Clark. I just wanted your first trip out of Kansas to be perfect. Your own room with a giant bed, more living space than that pitiful dorm of yours…”

“Lex. If that was the point, we could have just holed up in your penthouse for the week. This place is huge. It's amazing, and I've only seen the parking lot and the lobby. We fled Metropolis to have fun, and spend time together where we wouldn't be hounded by overpowering women who won't take ‘no, thank you’ for an answer. Stop worrying so much.”

The bellboy watched them discreetly in the mirrored walls of the elevator, trying to figure out why the tall brunette was consoling Mr. Luthor about the lack of his own room. From the way they had interacted since walking through the lobby doors, he had no doubt that by the end of their stay, neither would be worried about it. Maybe he should get a betting pool going with the rest of the staff on how long it would take these two to finally give in to whatever the hell it was that radiated between them.

The elevator dinged its arrival to their floor as the doors slid open, and Clark and Lex followed the bellhop out and down the hall to their suite. Lex scanned his key-card and stepped back to allow the young man in ahead of them to roll in the luggage rack. Once the suitcases were set aside, Lex handed the man a tip as he rolled the rack back out, Clark wandering further into the room to take stock of his surroundings.

As the door snapped shut, Lex went in search of Clark. As he stepped into the living room portion of the suite, he came to a stop behind the younger man, another sigh issuing from his lips.

“That's not a couch, that's a love-seat! I'm two inches shorter than you, and I wouldn't be able to fit on that horizontally. Hell, Chloe would get a crick in her neck sleeping on that!”

“Well, the lady downstairs did say the bed is a queen, right? That's more than big enough for two people, and we're both adults, we can share a bed for a few nights without being weird about it. Right?”

Lex pinched the bridge of his nose, jet-lag and undue stress starting a headache behind his eyes. He looked at Clark's nervous, expectant face, and gave him a weak smile.

“Yeah. We'll make it work. Just do me a favor? Next time I want to plan a trip on my own, remind me of this disaster so that I let Anna handle it.”

Clark broke into a sunny smile and picked up the suitcases, heading towards the bedroom off to the side. Shaking his head, Lex followed after him, half-tempted to sneak his way up to the top floor to find out who had snagged his suite. Having to share a bed with the object of six years worth of fantasies was a particular torture Lex wasn't sure he could survive.

~~~~~~~~

@leatafandom

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IM BACK BITCHES !

⟡ so as you can tell from this post, im officially back from my hiatus!

i honestly could have come back sooner but i just wanted to ride out the month of october so i didn't feel overwhelmed if i came back when i thought i felt better and not at 100%.

but yes a month long break was necessary for me and my mental health since i had been on tumblr consistently for a good 3 years at this point without one, so it was a long time coming.

but now im feeling a lot better and ive been slowly just easing myself into using the site again and exposing myself to my activity tab (r.e my hiatus announcement) and now i don't feel any kind of anxiety when seeing it so its progress! (i have yet check it thought but as soon as this is posted, i will be sorting through it)

with not being on the app/site, ive had some spare time open up for me and i've been utilizing it and i got back into journaling which was something i had been trying to do for the longest time but i treated this place as my digital one but clearly it didn't work out the way I wanted.

anyways moving on, I also was able to write quite a bit while on my break and i feel good about them because i didn't have the pressure of posting them right away.

but since i did write some fics! im so excited to share them with you guys so i made schedule of what/when im posting them and that'll be posted later today!

speaking of fics i made a poll before i went on hiatus about making a tag list for my fics and the majority of votes wanted me to make a tag list so i made a separate post for the tag list and how you can be added! [taglist has been posted]

with the housekeeping out of the way. yayy im back!! life has been great this past october and as sad as i was that i couldn't give you guys live updates, ill post them some of them here :P

i've made some more friends in my classes and I went to my first concert ever! it was a conan gray concert and ill make a separate post about my fit and the experience since it was so fun! other than that it was a relaxing month and my brother was in town and visited for a week and a half so having to share my room with my sister wasn't the best time but nonetheless we survived nonetheless LOL

anyways enough rambling! i have to say that i can't wait to binge everyone's kinktober and just the fics i've missed on here in general! im so happy to be back and im just so excited to share the things i have planned with you guys! (i'm so back guys ahhh!)

ive missed you all so much and i hope that everyone was doing well when i was gone <3

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tagging some of my moots to let them know im back: @sammyluvr / @ohsc / @s4wdvator / @sylvia-plaths-fig-pie / @arjwrites /

@heliads / @percyluvr

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What I read This Week: 01/05/25

I am a librarian, and unrelated to stereotypes about my profession, I do read a metric shit-ton in a week. Most of it is fanfiction but hey, I thought maybe it's time I share my reads?

This is what I read this week:

1. Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX Chapter 8-13

Summary: Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedication and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise, can also fall…and fall he does, cast from the Heavens again and again and banished to the mortal realm.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time. Now only a lowly scrap collector, he is dispatched to wander the earthly realm to take on tasks appointed by the heavens to pay back debts and maintain his divinity. Aided by old friends and foes alike, and graced with the company of a mysterious young man with whom he feels an instant connection, Xie Lian must confront the horrors of his past in order to dispel the curse of his present.

I've finished book 1 and am just into book2. I'm reading about a chapter a day and live blogging the experience. you can follow along on the Bloopitynoot reads TGCF tag

NO SPOILERS PLS.

So far I am loving it!

2. if you don't have your own boyfriend, rented is fine by nyoomerr (86,177)

Summary: After being turned away by the nice Shizun of that other world, Luo Binghe finds himself in the modern world where he can find a new nice Shizun for himself. Instead, he finds Shen Yuan, who could not possibly be who he's searching for - he's crass, and inelegant, and looks only vaguely related to Shen Qingqiu.

Luckily for both of them, Shen Yuan mistakes Luo Binghe as a cosplayer for hire, and asks to rent him out as his very normal new boyfriend.

The miscommunication is juicy in this.

There are a lot of cringe moments- but there really wouldn't be without these two anyways.

Lots and lots of character growth- on both sides!

A solid read.

3. pride is not the word I'm looking for by Tossawary (408,442)

Summary: Shang Qinghua goes to take a self-indulgent peek at his baby protagonist son and gets a kick to the shrivelled heart for his troubles. He gave up on changing the story years ago! Yet he finds himself helping his protagonist son's adoptive mother anyway. Just this one change won't matter too much, right?

One little change leads to more. Shang Qinghua never meant to care, but he becomes invested in making sure that his new family survives the looming plot. With the changes to the world cascading around him, with his position as a traitor pulling him between his sect and a certain ice demon, and with the protagonist growing up so quickly, how is one displaced author meant to ensure that everything turns out all right?

A Pre-Canon to Canon Divergence story.

This is truly an epic! This part is just over 400K and the first of a long series

Super cool premise- less bingqiu and more moshang, which did make me hesitate BUT there looks like there could be a bingyuan budding relationship (I don't want to spoil anything!)

totally recommend it was an incredible read, the author is a talented writer!

4 Fruition by sami (15, 695)

Summary: "One day I will conquer all England and grind their ruling classes beneath my heel," Arthur said.

Legend records that Arthur was the noblest of princes, the greatest of warriors, and the manliest of men.

He wouldn't lie about something like that.

okay I know this is a weird summary for an mdzs au but TRUST.

This is part of sami's ridiculous future bullshit series that follows the time travel fix it series the Same Moon Shines; all of these are AMAZING.

Pls this is the most historically nerdy thing I have ever read in my life. It is so damn good.

Also the wildest triad pairing i really don't want to spoil- it makes sense in the context of the future bullshit story

Honestly everything sami posts is amazing <3

5 ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real by Tossawary (6, 842)

Summary: Pre-canon Shang Qinghua from a Canon Divergent AU meets post-canon SVSSS Shang Qinghua. It's kind of weird to see where he started versus where he ended up.

A non-canon extra for "pride is not the word I'm looking for".

Part two of Pride is not the word I'm looking for

we love an au of an au

a small little ficlet centered on Shang Qinghua that is so good- I love it when they meet their alt selves in svsss

6. you had me at hello by Tossawary (5,153)

Summary: In which Luo Binghe bumps into someone else with a lot of questions about Su Xiyan at the third Immortal Alliance Conference.

A non-canon extra and Canon Divergence AU for "pride is not the word I'm looking for".

part three of Pride is not the word I'm looking for

Another canon divergent au of the part 1 au but binghe's pov

I am unsure if more was written for this au, but I hope! It has such a solid ending.

7. forgiveness for whose sake? by Tossawary (47,726)

Summary: Luo Jiahui's life is going so well, until a figure from her past pays an unexpected visit, and then she ends up even more unexpectedly meeting with the abusive family she left behind. She never wanted her past to become present like this, but she hopes she's grown enough to handle it.

An extended epilogue / multi-POV look into the world of "pride is not the word I'm looking for" several months after the end of the main story.

Part 4 (canon continuation) of Pride is not the word I'm looking for

The growth in this fic is so good. I also truly love how the author handles familial relationships- especially not so good ones.

This was truly such a warm coming into yourself type of fic.

definitely recommend (provided you've read part 1 or you'd be very lost).

8. Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (15, 236)

Summary: Wei Wuxian's spirit lingers.

holy shit this fic. I sobbed ngl, but it was very much worth it.

this was rec'd to me by my pal @futuretimelord-468.

I dont even want to say more in case I spoil it, but happy endings all around :'3

I do wish that this universe had more because I love everything about it.

9. love to the ones I've never met by Tossawary (82, 834)

Summary: Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua are doing their best to prepare for the protagonist's vengeful return from the Abyss, only to be visited by a strange woman seeking their help. Her name is Luo Jiahui, adoptive mother to Luo Binghe, and she's terribly lost. This isn't her world.

An extra for "pride is not the word I'm looking for" in which SVSSS meets PINTWILF.

Last part, Part 5 extra of Pride is not the word I'm looking for

This was such a solid fic; I love when universes collide on svsss fics. Especially when it makes both worlds better

You definitely need to read part 1 to know what's happening in this story.

Heartwarming/hopeful ending :'3 for both universes

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i dont use tumblr for a week and i come back seeing the shit tons of new posts thinking they were stories :'). in all seriousness i hope you are doing ok and nice new pfp :D

Thanks, I'm doing dandy! Especially that I'm quickly bouncing back from my illness. The right medicine can do wonders, I tell you - and so does food actually. I've sustained myself on liquid yoghurts, bananas and rye bread through the worst times, but after I got the strength to make a proper meal and eat it yesterday - simplified spaghetti with sausages instead of minced meat, sacreligious I know - I have so much more energy now. Who knew?

Well, I'm the same guy that recently learned that plants need the sun to survive... My fig tree was losing leaves and I couldn't tell why, but as soon as I moved it towards the window - boom, no more greenery shed. Fascinating. I learned it in primary school of course, but even witnessing something so simple first hand feels totally different from just being told that it's the case. I, no joke, was really happy to learn what the issue was for my tree. Why didn't I feel the same when my teacher told me about photosynthesis? Oh I know. It's because I along with all the other kids was herded like cattle and forced into uncomfortable school benches, told to supress my youthful energy and curiosity and simply, excuse the language but I think it's appropriate here, shut the fuck up and listen to what the Master has to say to us idiotic piglets. If we didn't behave, we were stigmatised with complaints about behavior, negative grades or be pulled up to the whiteboard to be humiliated in front of the entire class through the teacher asking difficult question, simply to prove we were idiots. First primary, then high school, and now uni. Same shit different day. And less and less empathy the further you go.

As you can tell, I really love formal education. And I continue to love uni in the same exact way.

Anyway, the character in my pfp is the reader character from Equals - also known as Factorial. He'll replace Y/N in the AO3 version of the series since it's true that I had a specific character in mind for that. Nonetheless, I'm happy to keep it x reader for you guys on Tumblr.

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nct 127 as cursed college profs

very partially based on stupid shit i've had the pleasure and misfortune of seeing in my own classes. happy finals season girlies </3 i rise from my casket of inactivity to bring you the shit post i wrote on the subway on the way to an exam. whose class do you think you'd survive?

cw: cynical college humour because i'm coping, adult humour

taeil: not even that old, but barely knows how to use technology. spends the first 15 minutes of lectures trying to figure out zoom, then the rest of the time poorly explaining quantum mechanics from a textbook written 20 years ago. trips down the stairs two days into the semester and goes on medical leave, only to be spotted on vacation a week later. no one even gives him shit for it.

johnny: originally the cool, chill prof who occasionally went out for drinks with his classes, until he realized he was cool and tried to get even more hip with the kids. now he uses bad memes in his slides and films tiktoks in his lab. the number of students who ask to get drinks with him significantly boosts his ego, but no one tells him they’re doing it just to cross “drinking with a prof” off the frosh bingo card.

taeyong: the sweetest, loveliest, kindest soul you will ever meet—except he’s only taught twice in his life, just got put in as a replacement for a prof who tripped down the stairs, and gives you the most god-awful final exam known to man. he’s also stressed out (on your behalf) at any given moment, to the point where he just passes everyone with an 80 and calls it a day.

yuta: the hip, fashionable prof who only serves looks and random commentaries on society in the middle of his lectures. undergrads fight to the death to join his research group, but the ones who make it eventually realize he spends most of his time partying with the department’s money. yet still, groundbreaking work comes out of his lab every year…

doyoung: retired from research a few years ago to teach full time, but not a single person knows why. he may offer the clearest, live-saving explanations in his lectures—but he constantly looks like he wants to go home and will decimate your entire existence with a single look if you ask anything about the syllabus two weeks into the semester.

jaehyun: the hot single prof. every single freshman girlie has a sickening, concerning, fanfic-esque crush on him. some go as far as nearly failing his class and then booking office hours with him before finals, only to find out that he’s been using Doyoung’s teaching material for years, without credit. he is very much horrendous at teaching on his own. and very much gay.

jungwoo: wanted to go into early childhood education, somehow got coerced into doing his masters, then his phd, then post doc, then— still fulfills his dreams by treating his students like kindergarteners. this includes gentle parenting of frat boys who won’t shut the fuck up during class, handing out healthy vegan treats, and encouraging “mindful moments” while you write the hardest exam he has ever administered.

mark: refuses to teach because he doesn’t think any of the kids will take him seriously, is forced to anyways by the department. as a prodigy so fucking removed from what it’s like to be stupid, he ends all his quantum lectures with “this is pretty straightforward,” and books it back to his lab on an electric skateboard. yes he built it himself. no he won't let you try and ride it.

haechan: shares an office with mark and spends most of his free time figuring out which organic compounds he can mix together to perfectly recreate the texture and smell of cum. if he doesn’t show up to class, it’s because he’s terrorizing pigeons on the street for science. shows gruesome videos of explosions and chemical fires for a chemical safety lecture. has had the fire alarm pulled on him at least twice.

[havendance]

Help! I was Reborn as Robin's Father!

Chapter 1

ao3

Fandom: Batman

Wordcount: 2400

Summary:

I was just an ordinary university student until I got in a car accident and woke up as Jack Drake! Now I've got to figure out how to be a dad to Robin and also how to survive my inevitable death. I'm sure I'll figure it out. I hope.

Hey, remember that time I mention writing a Jack Drake self-insert isekai fic? Well I wrote the first chapter back in february and then it proceeded to rot in my drafts while I was at school until now. Not sure if I'll continue this, but I do have ideas and this chapter was fun to write. This isn't one of my priorities though.

Excerpt:

It was a Thursday when my life suddenly derailed. Garfield may rail against Mondays, but let me tell you, Thursdays are the really rough ones. On Mondays you can still be optimistic about the week spread out before you. By the time you’ve gotten to Thursday, though, you’re worn out and ready for it to be Friday, only it’s not, so instead you suffer. Also, Thursdays are my long days, so that doesn’t help either.

This particular Thursday was pouring and miserable. I would much rather be curled up in a cozy corner with a warm cup of tea and a good book, but instead I was driving down the freeway before the sun was even up because I had an 8am class I needed to get to. I hated commuting. Sure, it was cheaper than living on campus, but it was an absolute pain, especially in times like this when everyone forgot how to drive. 

I was mentally cursing the US’ lack of public transportation options that meant I had to do my own driving, when suddenly the car in front of me spun out of control. I slammed on my brakes, but with all the rain coming down, I found myself losing control as well. Shit, shit, shit. God, help me—

Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt stop. There was a crash, a flash of pain, and everything went black.

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My head was fuzzy. There was a… beeping? Some sort of noise in the distance. Was it my alarm? Was I late for school? There was also… a voice? Maybe? I couldn’t make out who was talking or what they were saying.

I was tired. I was really tired. I felt like my body was made of lead. Like I’d used too many blankets and was having one of those dreams where I was trapped and couldn’t move. Opening my eyes sounded like a truly monumental task, and I didn’t want to go to school anyway, so I didn’t and let myself sink back into sleep.

The next time I drifted towards consciousness, it was quieter. There was still that beeping itching away at me, but nothing else. Barely conscious, I felt fuzzy and separate from my body. My hand though—I could feel the barest sensation of another hand in mine. As soon as I had finally put that together, the hand was gone. I wanted it back. Was it my mother’s? I tried to call out to her but I couldn’t speak and soon I fell back asleep.

When I finally managed to wake up, it was bright and I couldn’t see. Eventually though, my eyes adjusted. Mama wasn’t there. I was lying in a hospital bed. I felt tired and weak and could barely move. There was a nurse in the room with me. She brightened when she saw I was awake.

“Mr Drake!” she said. “You’re awake!”

Keep reading on ao3!

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Tidbit Tuesdays: And We're Back

*slides in with a coffee and sunglasses to hide the dark circles under my eyes*

It hasn't been two weeks since I posted, I don't know what you're talking about.

Anyway, an emergency root canal, a crown, and quite a lot of money later, I'm back on my LaDs grind. Truth be told on top of everything else, I'm going through writer's block, so WIPs is just about all I've got.

Can't commit to anything, like my teeth can't commit to my mouth.

If you've survived this rambling, bless. This week's WIPs are just a random assortment of things. And if you're new here, this is where I post things I'm proud of, just generally like, or am currently working on.

If you enjoy this (or just generally appreciate people) please leave a like or a reblog! It lets me know people like what I'm doing, and encourages me to keep writing!

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Notes: first up is Zayne and Kiri, my MC. I recently finished catching up on the new (!!!) main storyline additions, so this is your spoiler warning before I continue.

I loved where the story went, and so decided to do a "what if" in which Kiri temporarily has her memory restructured by the Protofield and the Myst, dropped into a dreamscape that reflects Dreamwalker's world.

It's fun. It's SUPER fun. I should get back to it soon.

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Kiri’s day ended like this:

Akso hospital had strict regimented shifts to combat the constant wave of abominations. At the end of hers, she got scanned, tested, and questioned before she was allowed to leave. A pair of military men in uniforms escorted her down out of the hospital campus, waiting with her until someone could come pick her up.

They never needed to wait long.

Zayne was almost always perfectly on time.

The black silhouette appeared silently through the thick mist, her escorts tensing before realizing who it was. She patted one on the shoulder, saying her goodbyes before stepping forward.

Her hand found Zayne's before she'd even said a word.

“How was work?” He murmured. In his other hand were groceries, the plastic sack sagging with the weight.

Kiri sighed, pulling her hair loose from its bun. “Long,” she replied. “Three more cases today. The ACU ward is overflowing already, and Chansia hospital can't take anymore. They're bursting at the seams.” She leaned into him, her pink scrubs brushing against the wool of his coat.

He frowned at her. “You took your jacket this morning. Where is it?”

“Hm?” Kiri blinked in surprise. “Oh. Someone needed it more than I did.” She smiled at his exasperated sigh, tugging on his sleeve. “Come on. I have you to keep me warm, don't I?”

Zayne shook his head, a slight smile forcing its way through his irritation. “Still. The nurse can't help people if she gets sick, can she? Your health has to come first.”

She hummed, neither agreeing nor denying it. He huffed in response. “Let's go home, my moon.”

Kiri had worked at Akso hospital as long as she could remember. She'd graduated top of her class, with perfect marks, and settled easily into her new life. Work in the Abominations Containment Unit was intense, and it seemed her coworkers were on a revolving door roster. Few people stayed as long as she did, with cases increasing every day.

It was at some point during that that she met Zayne.

A former patient of hers had cornered her in an alley, begging for help before turning into an awful, monstrous thing.

A sudden explosion of black ice had been her saving grace.

The man in black had vanished as quickly as he'd appeared, and, well…

As if following a thread of fate itself, she chased after him.

It was unconscionable for a nurse and someone like him to fall in together. Kiri was well aware she was breaking the code of ethics, not to mention the oaths she'd taken.

Yet here they were.

It felt like it had been forever since they'd gotten together.

It felt like it had been no time at all.

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Notes: This one's been in the mental WIP for a while. I usually let ideas ferment in my head for a while before I bake them into fics, like a good sourdough.

This one focuses on Kit and Sylus, Kit being his second in command and NOT the MC. If you've been here a while, you know her. Anyway, I wanted to do a "what if Kit got hurt" thing, and as usual, they can't help bantering even when she's been stabbed. Go figure.

Fair warning, this one does feature some gruesome imagery. Not a lot though.

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The remains of the building shuddered, dust and sheetrock crumbling down. Sylus ran his flashlight over the rubble, keeping an ear out for any voices.

“Keep a low profile,” he murmured to the twins. “It's not just Kit that might be down here.”

The twins nodded firmly.

The building was a winding, gray mess, shadowed corners scurrying away at each sweep of the flashlights. Every once in a while, they would have to make a wide berth around slowly seeping pools of red, checking the remains for identification.

So far, there were only strangers.

“Fan out,” Sylus murmured. “We'll get more coverage that way.”

The twins and the other men he brought along nodded, splitting up into groups of two. All of them had radios, but it was a shot in the dark whether they would keep working in the lingering metaflux.

It was eerily quiet down here.

The rubble blocked all outside noises, leaving nothing but the occasional whisper of dust or the clatter of stone.

At last, he came to a room that was nearly intact.

It appeared to be a lab, the viewing windows completely shattered. A single threadbare bulb struggled to stay lit, swinging to and fro as it flickered dangerously.

Sylus carefully stepped inside, his feet crunching softly on the broken glass.

A body lay inside, the head twisted unnaturally. A badge on the lab coat proclaimed this to be someone who worked in the building.

The position of their hand was odd, and he leaned closer to examine it. There were faint marks to indicate they'd tightly gripped something before they died.

A second later, his instincts screamed for him to move, and he rolled out of the way, just as someone dropped down from a ceiling panel.

He swiftly got to his feet, ducking left as a shot fired, cutting through his jacket. With a lunge forward, he slammed his hand down, disarming his opponent.

A blade kissed his throat from their other hand, and he looked down into the cold, wild eyes of Kit.

“It's me, sweetie,” he said breathlessly.

Kit blinked. Her hair was messy and dusty, falling out of its usual braid. She held herself strangely, almost curling forward as she gripped the blade.

“Prove it,” she snapped.

Red mist yanked the blade from her grasp, pulling her into his arms. Sylus let just enough power through to make his eye glow without invading her thoughts. “How's that?”

She hissed in pain, grabbing his jacket to steady herself. “That works,” she grit out. “Someone had a doppelganger evol here. They looked like Evan, our diagnostics head.”

Sylus swore, thinking of the nervous man he'd spoken to before. “He might have made it out. I just spoke to Evan before we entered. Are you alright?”

Kit shook her head. “Took a piece of rebar to the side. I didn't have the luxury of keeping it stuck in there, there were people trying to kill me. How did you of all people not notice Evan?”

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Occasionally things do escape me, kitten. It's harder to tell when the man in question is always sweating like he's in a sauna.” He glanced at her sidelong. “Speaking of, you bring up a good point. What's to say you aren't a doppelganger? A good one, but one nonetheless.”

She reared back, offended. “Excuse you! Are you implying my fighting is on the level of any average person?”

Sylus smirked. “Your ability with firearms does leave something to be desired.”

“You motherfu- eep!” Kit squeaked as Sylus picked her up, his arm settling neatly under her bottom. She clung to his shoulders as a scarlet flush swept across her skin.

He chuckled. “There's that beautiful full-body blush. No imposter after all.”

“If I survive this,” Kit snapped, “I'm going to do my best to choke you out.”

“I look forward to it.” He stepped out of the room, grabbing his radio. “Twins, can you read me?”

The radio crackled for a moment before a reply came through. “Loud and clear, boss. Has mama bird been located?”

“I take it back,” Kit muttered. “I'm killing them first, and then you.”

Sylus smiled at that. “Mama bird is with me, yes,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the murderous glare she shot his direction. “We're exiting the building now. Withdraw and rendezvous at South Tower.”

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Note: Ahahaha. Our last one is Omegaverse. That's flustering and fun. This one's less suggestive, mostly due to the fact that I was jotting down headcanons for Omegaverse AU and it turned into mini fics. So this one is Zayne and Kiri.

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For some reason, the universe decides to bless Kiri with the worst possible heat to go along with her myriad of health problems.

In the week leading up to it, she feels exhausted and sick, throwing up food easily and sleeping poorly.

Previous doctors have told her that it's because she has an extremely high hormone production rate, and it means she's extra fertile.

That she should be grateful.

She had to hold herself back from strangling them.

It also means she can't take suppressants.

Zayne, at least, is sympathetic. Even long before they begin a relationship, he reaches out through his connections to find her hormone specialists, people who can help her manage her symptoms.

And after they start dating, well.

He spoils her rotten.

Zayne can only really take the week of her heat off, with how vital he is to operations in Akso Hospital. However, the clean house, fresh linens, and hot food he gets for her goes a long way towards helping.

She always tries to protest his help after his shift is over, stating that he already works enough.

He just does it anyway. All her plushies get scented, her favorite pastries are bought, and her extra expensive jar of tea is left out by a new mug on the kitchen island.

She could just cry from how sweet he is.

When her heat strikes, it's similar.

Kiri becomes very particular about her nest, only choosing the most recent articles of clothing he's worn. She gets exhausted very quickly, and Zayne purchases scent blocking candles to light throughout the entire apartment.

(He's seriously considering how much it would be to get a house outside of the city. If he catches another Alpha lingering at his doorstep or below his balcony window, he's going to break his doctor's oaths on purpose)

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Thanks for reading, and have a good Tuesday!

[sephiqueheart]

what is that? more random yaps no one asked? oh sure!! ^^ I've got plenty of those

BEHOLDDDDDDDD MALLIE VANROUGE!!

just some lore stuff, I promise that's all 😭, ALSO BOOK7 SPOILERS HERE

okay so, I haven't even gotten to book7 tbh 😭 but I already saw a lot of spoilers... anyways uh,,,,, that conflict between humans and faes ended up destroying her village, she only survived bc of her powerful and string magic that she dienst even know she have bc of the blot rocks, she even tried to protect her creator, but they of weakness with no food or water for days

once child Malleus found her hunting and called Lilia, this was literally not even a week after they found Silver 😭 so like, Lilia already had three kids to take care, he only got something for her to eat and was planning on leaving, but she followed them like a stray cat and made them keep her (if u watched dungeon meshi, she's just like izutsumi, demand for food and help and later pretends like it was their choice to keep her when she actually just followed them around)

sometimes she would watch Silver and Sebek's training and try out by her own, until Lilia found out about that and decided to teach her too (but she escaped most classes, saying it wasn't fun any more now that it's an obligation and not something she can watch when she wants)

also when Lilia found her she was about like,,,, 4/5 years on a human age, no idea about a fae are tho.... don't ask what kinds of fae she is... no one knows tbh 😭 bro she was created with magic...

bc like,,, there was sole crazy fae out there wanting to study this strange rock they found somewhere after killing a monster, and also that crazy fae had a daughter, buttttt his daughter died bc she was sick of whatever magical fae thing, and somehow while trying to bring her back that strange rock got into the mix andddddd yeah, boom, mallie was there

but she had no memories of that daughter, ofc she still had a feeling of foundness and love towards her father, but no memories, it was like, a total different person now

but yeah, she was trained with Silver and Sebek to become one of Malleus knights, due to being raised with him and seeing him since baby, she sees Silver as a brother and like, she kinda seed Malleus as one to? dunno tbh, but she sees him as family someway! she doesn't care about her training but would give her life to protect Malleus

also, no one at nrc knows about her connection with that blot rock, maybe not even Lilia knows, he just knows there's something very very strong inside her and that she has some strange rocks on her face that burn to the touch 😭

with Sebekkkkkkk hihihi she's actually dating him buttttt, that's something for another yapping session heh

well uh,,,, her first ever inspiration was suposses to be maleficent's spining whell and her thorn forest, which leads us to mallie's unique magic!!

Poison Thorns - allows the user to create thorns on their body that can be poisoned or make the victim sleep

other random character inspos for her personality were: Hu Tao from genshin, Kitty and Maddie from ever after high andddd ofc Izutsumi from dungeon meshi

this yapping isn't very long ueueueue I just wanted to post something about any of my ocs and she was the victim hehe

hubby tag: @dollrndo

[aching-tummies]

Citrus Latte

(In terrible 90's commercial cheese-y announcer) Back, for a limited time!

Jokes aside, I've been slowly getting settled into my new life. I won't go into details but my non-min-wage part-time job kind of got the ball rolling on me furthering my education to maybe get certified to do more work in that field, eventually. I've still got the min-wage food job and I'm attending courses as an in-person student for part of the week. Basically, I signed my life away for the foreseeable future, committed to having no days off unless it is a government-mandated holiday where the post-secondary institution is required to be closed and neither one of my jobs calls me in for such a day.

Trying to get used to my new life has taken a few weeks and it's been a grueling few weeks. Lots of nodding off in classes or in transit, napping between classes or trying not to fall asleep at my food-job. Trying (and failing) to go to bed earlier and try to be asleep before midnight. All that jazz.

Sleep is out of whack so I've been surviving on coffee. Doing my best to brew at home because prices on campus make me think that it isn't tuition or lack of working hours driving the 'broke student' trope. Seriously, a slice of pizza and a fountain drink together go for more than the standard minimum-wage on-campus. I refuse to support that kind of gouging so I've been committing to staying up until 2AM meal-prepping to ensure I can grab and go at 4AM to catch the first buses heading to my campus. No, my classes are not that early. But transit in my area leaves much to be desired and when the bus is scheduled to show up once every hour--and often skips two or three buses, a frazzled student's gotta do what they gotta do.

Today was one such day where I was running on coffee and panic. I'd forgotten to get my coffee stuff laid out for me to easily use in the morning so I scrambled to make anything that would be my sweet-treat drink of the day and settled on powdered iced-tea mix. It's got sugar and a bit of caffeine so I was hoping that it'd do the job. 4AM, off to catch a bus that may or may not show up.

By around 3PM I was flagging after having basically chugged the iced-tea in hopes the sugar would revitalize me. When I nodded off in my class I knew I had to take drastic action, so I ran down to the nearest coffee shop and committed to paying way-too-much for a hit of the good stuff. I got some Caramel Latte concoction or something and it was divine. I went and attended my last class of the day while trying to ration that precious water of awakefulness.

Our last class decided to let out early so we wound up being done around 5PM. I had plans to rush home, deal with what I had to deal with, and maybe hit sleep-ville by 8PM.

As I was packing up my school stuff, classmates kept on approaching me. Some to chat casually. Others to ask me for help proof-reading their assignments or to ask about a specific section of the lecture that they couldn't hear very well and were hoping to compare notes with mine (I'm considered a keener and open about trying to help everyone pass the course so people approach me often). While I normally don't mind this kind of interaction 'cuz the more of us that pass, the less I have to worry about making friends in future semesters…today just wasn't my day.

For those that do not know what a Latte is…here it's basically a shot of espresso with the rest of the cup filled with milk. A shot is not a lot of liquid so probably only 1/8th of my cup was coffee and caramel and the rest was all milk.

Milk normally doesn't play nice with my guts anyway, but today the milk had trickled into a system completely saturated with lemon-y, sugary tea. My guts were cramping and twisting like an angry viper for the last 10 minutes of class and I was in a hurry trying to pack up my things to beat a hasty retreat before my stomach decided to void itself by any means necessary.

I stayed behind to chat with a few classmates, not wanting to be rude, but the second all my stuff was in my bag I basically booked it out of the room and down the stairs.

My stomach hurt so, so, so, so bad!

I nearly tumbled down four levels of stairs because my stomach hurt so bad and I just wanted to curl up and rub it…or rip it all out to get rid of the problem completely. Plans to rush home were immediately dashed and I bolted in the hopes of finding a less busy washroom.

I had started the day out on an upset stomach. Stress, lack of sleep--etc. In the morning, I'd had the sense to find a washroom hidden in a corner of campus that had no classrooms (just an out-of-use office) so that washroom basically experienced zero traffic and likely only ever saw single-digit visitors throughout the course of an entire day. I got to use it in peace in the morning.

Unfortunately for me, my last class of the day was diagonally opposite that secluded washroom and my cramping tummy was making it very clear that it would not let me clear campus. I ended up rushing into one of the more busy washrooms and doing my business there. I definitely stayed there longer than I needed to just to wait for a lull when the washroom would be empty so that I could beat an exit without anyone giving me weird looks.

I ended up getting home maybe an hour and a half later than I'd planned because transferring on transit amplifies wait-times. Being 10 minutes late to the first bus you take snowballs into having to wait another 40-50 minutes for the next one, which snowballs into waiting 20 minutes for the next transfer, which snowballs into 20-40 minutes for the last transfer--and that's my route to and from campus…so…like…being in the washroom for an extra 10 minutes has a domino effect on timing.

I'm home now. Luckily, my stomach didn't embarrass me on the ride home. I got home, rushed around my place trying to get things in order. I've let laundry pile up for three weeks, haven't put away my socks or whatevers, and needed to sort out clean from dirties and figure out which items had to be hand-washed and air-dried. Once I got all those stressors out of the way and finally allowed myself to sit down, I finally had the mental capacity to pay attention to my body. My stomach is hurting again.

Send me your best responses? My stomach's been upset all day and chugging lemon-tea and following that up with a latte that most definitely curdled going through my citrus-y guts has done it zero favors. Any ideas on what to do to the mess that is my achy tummy?

[thatoneluckybee]

Bee im so sorry to terrorize you with this crackpot theory but what if Ryoko is the mastermind?

She has canon sprites, is mentioned on Kai’s laptop as being someone to keep an eye on and despite that has not once shown up in the death game and easily could have gotten close to Sara and Joe as preparation for the death game.

I’m sorry but IT MAKES SENSE

CHAOS

CHAOS

THIS IS THE LAST THING I SAW BEFORE PHONE AWAY FOR CLASS I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING CHEMICAL EQUATIONS BUT NO I WAS HERE THINKING ABOUT RYOKO MASTERMIND THEORY I SWEAR YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEEE. (It's alright I was able to focus okay on the work kinda so :P)

ANYWAYS

This is likely a joke but you know me :3 I'm taking this too seriously (art block for like a week in an art c l a s s so I'm doing nothing but scrolling Pinterest for literally any decent ideas rn anyways)

Inhale

This would be strange to say the least. I can't remember Kai's laptop mentioning little miss Hirose at all but if so it's likely because Ryoko, being a close friend, could be seen as a threat (Sara and Joe harder to kidnap when with a friend, could fight back, etc etc.) However I will note I've found it a bit strange that she never really gets brought up.

There's a lot of obvious reasons why this probably ain't true. I highly doubt the Hirose family has any ties to Asunaro. Even if they DID, Ryoko herself probably isn't at all aware or involved considering Sara went this whole 17 years without realizing she was literally being trained to be a lethal weapon. It would be possibly underwhelming as Ryoko hasn't been teased at all, unless Nankidai pulled off a tremendous Rube Goldberg and showed how ACTUALLY she's been here this whole time wow. I'm not spending time on the reasons why not. This is funny to me though so I'll list potential "evidence" for a maybe crack not so crack theory.

I doubt it, BUT there was a Reddit post a while ago comparing Megumi Sasahara and Ryoko's sprites. Megumi's sprites are interesting as she is REMARKABLY similar to Sara in appearance! Both have their three quarter view arms on hips look, similar body figures, etc etc. Even their personalities are similar. I've seen some speculation that Megumi's tie to Asunaro (she may have one or at the least knew more than she was supposed to) was that she was a sort of Beta attempt at recreating the Memorrandum (HOW IN TF IS THAT SPELLED) Girl, if one busy the theory that Sara was raised specifically to recreate the Hades incident's Memorrandum Girl. That theory claims that the survivor of the first death game, overcome by his affection for the teen girl, is the mastermind or at least an instigator for the current Asunaro Death Game, hoping to rewrite the story where the girl survives. Regardless, Megumi's likely connected. The Reddit post has less of a foundation to stand on, simply saying Megumi and Ryoko look similar (pose and black hair) and could be potentially related. This is unlikely, BUT for the sake of this crack theory we'll assume there's a possibility the Sasahara and Hirose families are acquainted or related somehow. This would give Ryoko a connection to Asunaro.

But what if Ryoko, though likely not the mastermind, was somehow AWARE of Asunaro? We see that Ryoko and Sara interact as children in Sara's minisode. They've been within one another's vicinity for a WHILE. We know all the YTTD Cast have been! Kai worked for Mr. Chidouin, Sara fought Ursheen and Shin at a card game, Joe probably was the boy who tried to cheer up Kanna in a flashback and got probably beat up by Kugie, Shin and Kanna are siblings, so are Alice and Reko, some think Miley could be Gin's mother, Mr. Policeman who Keiji shot is probably Joe's late dad. There's a LOT of connections! Asunaro has been pulling puppet strings for a while though they hide it well. If the Hirose family was in cahoots with Asunaro, there's a chance Ryoko found out. I highly doubt Ryoko is malicious as she is literally a child. However, she could, in this wild goose chase theory, be helping behind scenes unwillingly. Maybe her family or Asunaro pressured her to gather information, who knows! The only scene I can think of to back this is at the end of Ryoko and Joe's date in I believe it was Sara's minisode. Ryoko says "I'll see you tomorrow!... Right...?" Or something like that and looks almost sad. Or maybe that was guilt. Even if she didn't know what Asunaro was, she could've sensed that something was wrong, or had a feeling that something bad would happen, and felt guilty knowing that she didn't or couldn't help. Or maybe she was feeling guilty for "playing" with Joe and Sara's feelings if she was gathering intel.

All in all I don't really buy it but with a LOT OF HEAVY SPECULATION and some maybe huge plot twists on Nankidai's part, as well as blind faith in a lot of popular and more underground theories, it's still very implausible but NOT IMPOSSIBLE I GUESS.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Heyyy early(?) Yap session because I haven’t slept in almost two days and I’m feeling impulsive :P

It’s Charlie this time tho. I hate to admit it, but I’m honestly kind of jealous of Vinnie when it comes to you two (or the discord server, but less so). I’ll never admit that again though. Ummm yeah anyways. Yap.

-Sigma Anon C

Hello Charlie! :D

First of all, please sleep more, sleep is important And second, jealous??? :0 Why be jealous? /gen You asked for yap, so I shall Yap.

So, since I haven't mentioned it you specifically yet, I've applied to a couple places for joby, and I've gotten accepted. I had my blood taken on Monday for bloodtests to see if I'm not sick and to see if I have immunity to some other diseases. So I woke up real early, had no breakfast, and drank a lot of water, because you have to have bloodtests be done on an empty stomach, otherwise the results won't be perfect. So that was fun. Had breakfast at my grandma's who lives like a street away from there (and the place is also where I'll be working at), played with her dog and then went home :}

But enough about boring stuff, I wanna ramble about Moongleam's work in progress TSAMS fic titled For You (we both have mentioned it a couple times in the past) So, quick rundown, there are a bunch of dimensions with a bunch of people in them. And obviously most of them are the same person's different dimensional variants with at least some differences. Like personality or design, or purpose. And the person who has the longest list of different variants(?) is funnily enough Killcode. He has the biggest range in heights going from like, doll sized to something so gigantic it dwarfs a regular Killcode who is already a giant! Like, over 12 meters (a bit under 40 feet) tall! So the heights of Killcodes in that fic go between like 20 centimiters (7.9 inches) to over 12 meters (39.37 feet), which if you ask me is hilarious. He also has a lot of, well, cursed variants. Like the doll sized one ( he still doesn't have a codename) cause he may be pocket-sized, but he still got that incredibly deep voice a regular Killcode has, then there's the Virus (I named one of my many minecraft axolotls after it :3) and that one is kind of disturbing, especially for a fix-it fic. It is from a dimension titled Survival Horror :) Also since Moongleam has been getting a lot of asks about baby Eclipses (well, SEA Eclipse to be specific) I'd like to mention that if For You there'll be 3 different baby Eclipses! And they're all different flavours of angry potatoes (and might I add, adorable) Enough rambling from me though, I'll be giving the mic to Moongleam now! Also do not forget to Yap back at us!! ^^

Hello Sugarcake! Good to hear from you! :)

It's Sunray's birthday as you know, and I'm woefully behind on their present xd I'm slowing down in my old age thanks to responsibilities and aching wrists and other stupid weakling stuff like that lol. I should just pop my wrists off and get new ones

At the very end of this month I'm finally graduating after six years in the same hellhole :D After this comes uni, which will mean I have spent 17 years of my life in the education system, and this is without counting kindergartedn, which is another extra 4 years, so 21 years (that-that's my current age help-!)

So I'm a bit anxious haha! But also so relieved! I have gotten so many major mental health issues from this blasted place! And the end is so close now! Next week spring break comes, and after that I won't have to go in! :D I will still have some real hard exams, so wish me luck lol

It kind of feels unreal you know? Never really expected to actually get to this point. My class still jokes with another extra year being added to ours like this 6th year was too (only went for a 5 year course, ended up staying 6 cuz of school changing variant midway through)

But yeah, I'm just sitting here, trying to process. Kinda hard going, but it's gonna happen

Now it's your turn to yap at us dear! Let us hear what's been happening with you! :) (Also don't think I forgot the whole I haven't slept in thing. I'm onto you! Sleep!)

Btw, I'm also wonderin why you're kinda jealous. Though that might just be because I don't know enough to analyise you yet. I'm coming for you too /silly