#does anyone else have that problem with the app? sometimes it just doesn't want to upload my stuff

[i-need-some-advice-on]

How can I make my sister back off without looking like I'm suspicious?

For starters, I'm a good person, and I don't search for bad stuff. But I sometimes write my feelings on an app on my phone and I read fanfiction (it's not the smutty ones, but just the fact I read fanfic usually is embarassing. And sometimes I write book ideas too (I'm working on a sci-fi novel rn), but I don't want anyone to see it.)

So, my older sister has a really unpolite habit. She can't think about anything without asking/looking to someone's phone. I will explain and give examples:

If we're talking about a tv show, for example, she can have a question about the casting or a date and if she doesn't have her phone next to her, she will be like "let me search it". Okay, I put on google and let her search. What's the problem with that? After she's done, she feels like she has to close the Google tab/flap on my phone. The bad thing is that when she does this, it makes her see the flap of whatever else I was doing before going to google grrr. Sometimes when she's closer to my phone than I am, she even goes like "Oh, I'm gonna search it" and literally takes my phone without my fucking permission.

Or when I'm laying in my bed and she randomly comes to lay on my side to hug me (I like her hugs) but she looks at my screen. That detail annoys me, it's like she's trying to find for something. Sometimes she does that when I'm drawing on my sketchbook, it's annoying too.

The bad thing is that I'm too afraid to tell her to back off or try to fix this rude habit because she will think I'm doing something bad (yeah she's like that, for some reason. Not even my parents distrust me but she has the urge to act like this. She was like that too when she was younger.) Today, for example, she asked for me to search something (she was beside me) and she saw when I quickly closed the notes app on my phone (I was writing my book), I'm sure she wondered got curious. I don't know what could be worse: if she didn't saw what was on it and it made her suspicious, or if she did see what was written because then I would be embarassed.

So, any sugestions?

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[juni-ravenhall]

sso vs the concept of good gameplay. yeah its another fucking book length post >:3

thoughts from someone with a brain full of what good game design means and tons of years of studying and analysing that topic etc, bc of game design being one of my main interests.

basically the major thing i want to say about the hollow woods update aside from "yay forest kinda pretty :)" is that most of it doesn't really consist of what i would call gameplay. this is ofc something u can argue back and forth that im also open to, bc respectful analytical discussion is healthy.

the firefly stuff id personally call something more like "satisfaction play" than gameplay (idk if there's a widespread term that anyone else made up already). there is zero challenge to gathering fireflies - it's on the level of poking a glitter slime simulation app. it might feel satisfying to collect them, but there is no practised skill needed, no thinking or planning or anything. so i don't consider this "gameplay", but "satisfaction play" in itself isn't a bad thing, either. it's not that "gameplay" would be inherently better than "satisfaction play" in every case.

the puzzles are gameplay, i think - not very challenging gameplay (the answers are right there as soon as the puzzle is presented), but it *is* arguably gameplay, since we do call puzzle-solving "gameplay" in general. there is some argument there to be made about what a "puzzle" really means, and what is a simple "request and task" rather than a "puzzle", or what "knowing a real life fact" (what is 180 degrees?) versus "having to figure something out using information available inside the game" might mean for how we view what is or isn't a puzzle. but that's not specific to sso at all (a question for tons of various "puzzles" as seen in tons of various games).

there's nothing wrong in itself with satisfaction play, or with easy puzzles. sometimes that's exactly what an audience wants. but sso has a bigger issue, in that the main gameplay until now has been races (or courses, tracks, but let's say races) and that those races are not especially well designed. that there is very little of really challenging, fun, satisfying, rewarding gameplay in sso - in the terms of what people usually expect from videogames (of the gameplay-based type, not satisfaction play-based).

don't jump to conclusions here, but: i often make a comparison to mariokart, a game with a primary race mechanic. i used to play mariokart a lot because it was just really fun. it was fun alone or with friends or strangers, and it was fun to try to beat my best score, and it was fun to explore different ways of beating the same track. when you design a game, you have to think really heavily about: is the core gameplay loop fun? what makes people want to play this? to *re*play this? does it feel satisfying and exciting? is it better or at the same level as its competitors? what kind of things appeal to the target audience? and so on.

somehow sso has never felt like mariokart (except that one rainbow race, obvs), and i don't mean that sso could just "copy mariokart", this isnt the point. what i do mean is that there has to be a way to make your racing mechanic (if it is a primary mechanic of your game!) actually fun, engaging and challenging in the right way - the good game design way, not the clunky, frustrating and broken way. (yes, i know the engine is spaghetti garbage. no, i don't think that's a get-out-of-jail-free card for every problem that sse has.)

they made some progress with this when they added a completely out-of-place, more challenging race in one of the more recent story quests (i forget exactly when that was, but the race was in hollow woods). the problem then was that within the context of sso and what they have taught the players about their game, this race was thrown at us with no preparation for its challenges, which is bad game design. you want to introduce your player to different challenges and allow them to practice and learn, which didn't happen when we jump from "races with basically no skill needed to pass" to "a race with new things happening everywhere you need to react to while also successfully following a new path" out of nowhere. the intent was good - more challenging and exciting, dramatic races - the execution wasn't great.

they also made some progress with this when they revamped a few of the champs. the revamps aren't perfect, but they're good, and it was a good step towards improving core gameplay mechanics, that not only are genuinely enjoyable to many players but also *fit into the theme of the game* (as in, beating others at horse sports is a common theme within the equestrian theme). (i'm personally in shock that we don't have more champs across the map since all of these years, and that they aren't better already, since it's one of the most "regular videogame quality" content this game has and it shouldve been relatively easy to add more as well as maintaining and improving what was there).

so, back to the new valedale stuff.... sort of. there have been some puzzles in sso before, and some random gameplay (the click timing of searching for gold). the stuff we've had before: it's usually very basic puzzles and random gameplay, partially on behalf of that - for a long time - there doesn't seem to have been that much resources put into fighting with the engine to create new things that weren't in the code before, and partially because of a view held by some people at the company that games for young girls don't need to have any actual well-designed challenging gameplay, and that it's better to make it ridiculously easy so that nobody ever really loses or gets stuck on anything. you don't have to practice to beat any of the races - you might have to practice to get a top score or win a champ, but none of those are required for progress. similarly, there wasn't any real challenge that i remember to the absolute majority of non-racing quests, either. you might have to hit a thing with the right timing once in a while, but it's always easy (other games do this too - see QTE in certain AAA games!), or you might have to remember a number or a word for a minute and answer a question or type in a code correctly.

more or less everytime that there were puzzles in sso, they held your hand through it - whether you wanted to or not. the same is true for the rune puzzles, which have their solution blatantly in front of you as soon as they load. there is no changing actual difficulty level to make it more fitting to the player (which doesn't necessarily have to be a literal level setting - it can come organically, such as giving extra explanations, or slowing a timer down, after a player has failed a task 3 times, etc). yes, you can make the rune puzzles more complex in some sense - a bigger grid, or choosing the type of moves you are worse at - but the solution is always right in front of you, regardless. they hold your hand whether you like it or not, by the type of puzzle that they introduced.

races in sso have a "gold, silver or bronze" system, but we don't actually see that the races have been correctly playtested to properly reflect what a time worthy of each medal should be, and we also don't really gain anything from reaching any medal. i never feel a thing about getting this or that medal, because they mean nothing. it might be a good thing that we're never asked in a quest to "complete this race with a gold medal" or "complete this race under a certain time" or "complete this jumping course with no faults", since that could lock some players out of completing quests (while this is the case for most other games, there is also an important discussion happening around accessibility in game completion).

there are ways to make the medals in races matter, feel accurate, and feel rewarding. there are ways to make races more challenging or more interesting without just being more clunky or frustrating. there are ways to do that while keeping them more or less grounded in reality, and ways to do that while incorporating non-realistic elements that are fun and feel fitting (remembering that this is a game with magic and fantasy from the start). they could have added faults to jumping courses forever ago, they could have added dressage forever ago, and improved on gameplay like pole bending and barrel racing, and so on, and all while allowing players at all skill levels to still complete tasks and complete races, but also allowing players to challenge themselves for rewards.

if the core gameplay - around races and championships, around horse care, horse bonding and horse training - or around magic and protecting what's dear, or around rescue missions with the rangers, or tons of other stuff i can think up that would fit this game - if that stuff felt like actually well designed gameplay, something fun, not frustrating and buggy, challenging in the right ways and rewarding. if all that was done well, then adding some "satisfaction play" with fireflies or some simple puzzles with blatant solutions wouldn't be as easy to criticise.

the closest thing we got to challenging gameplay that you can really clearly *lose* at - that there is a risk and a skill involved - were some of the druid training missions. they still suffered from some clunky frustrations and non-ideal design decisions, but it was an attempt at more regular gameplay (among the non-racing gameplay). comparing the new gameplay in valedale to the druid training, you can see that the risk of failure has gone down a lot or been removed completely, rather than being built upon any more. they also didn't continue to update druid training in any way afaik or to build upon that foundation for other gameplay. (i'm open to that druid training may have been too difficult for a small subset of players, and that's a valid discussion. but i also think it was optional?)

i don't have a really nice tidy thought to end this with, and im really sleepy rn and going to bed. but the overall point is that if sso had other, well-designed and well-functioning gameplay that felt satisfying and rewarding for players, the flaws of the new valedale stuff would be less glaring. as things are, the lack of challenge and the lack of fun gameplay are really glaring problems with it, as well as the lack of reasonable rewards. (it makes very little sense that you have to purchase the items you unlock, but this is the same company that charged whatever x starcoins it was for those recoloured balloon pets, so.)

[afro-elf]

I think the problem with the article is that it doesn't give out solutions when it is written as though it does. Comparing collecting toys vs liking harry potter vs lip singing are odd comparisons. Harry Potter actively harms people. The other stuff doesn't, not necessarily. If it does I would hope the author explains it but like most of the article it loses these points rather easily

well not every article has to offer solutions. it seems like the author just wanted the readers to consider their points, reflect, and come to their own conclusions. again, if you want solutions i would like everyone to consider what "adult fun" means to them personally. for some it's collecting, larping, physical play, sex, arts and crafts. something that is outside the scope of like consumerism. i don't think the article said that having toys or lip syncing harmed anyone, that's a bit of a jump to conclusions. the thing that having toys, lip syncing to the voices of toddlers (which is what the article said) or even those tiktok songs that riff off nursery rhymes, and liking harold potter have in common is that they are very consumerist behaviors that signify childhood. and because children are very vulnerable to advertisements it's concerning that so many adults have decided that like "getting in touch with your inner child" means buying things and then defending your right to buy things. for me, feeding my inner child means working on my confidence, trying to build an adulthood that isn't miserable, and being involved with my family and friends. my stuffed animals don't feed my inner child, who also had stuffed animals, and no judgement to those who find toys very cathartic and comforting, but like i think the catharsis and comfort comes from something else like being touch starved or lonely or understimulated, and buying things that evoke nostalgia can only do so much to heal that. y'know? sometimes what you need is to like... feed a squirrel or call your mom or make an elderly person laugh. we shouldn't allow capitalists to lock the joys and pleasures of life behind a paywall or a franchise or an app and then, like children, not interrogate that

[unproduciblesmackdown]

had the thought process again like "winston should get to do the 'i'm evil now (shutting microwave door unflinchingly)' Not People Pleasing thing....oh right that's what he always does already where this is regarded as what indeed makes him so evil sicko Arrogant Rude & deserving of whatever backlash for existing & doing anything not on request" & he's only Humiliated (i.e. thwarted) in the end of scenes or moments or whatever b/c why else does a character like this exist, right....but also if a character Does more regularly anticipate the backlash & preemptively avoid it, which is definitely Good thank you less Arrogant of you of course, like say, ben, then well at the end of the day they're sitll too much of a Pussy, oops, had to be Born superior really. & then naturally like the smh about how for taylor to be "correct" they have to defer to whatever wendy wants to do, like hey doesn't matter that like in season 4 with wendy's clearly textual "ah my moral compass returns" (as she Immediately is like hey can someone bribe the ethics panel away from creating Consequences where i can't look into stealing some employee's organs & shit? thanks) arc there being thanks to taylor, but that doesn't matter, nor does taylor kicking axe out in season 5 only to be chastised by wendy (& throwing that at rian too, who knows why that role was involved but good thing she can be like "wow wendy is correct" & Another alleged moral compass who also manages to be perfectly [the average asshole by billions standards] but also often worse, hmm. lot of Moral Chastisement thrown at taylor from every last rando in ways other characters aren't dealing with, like why tf is even chuck lecturing them sometimes. lord) but like when it's time to take down another central man, taylor's not going "you see?" at wendy & billions isn't going "yes, axe is Good now, taylor was wrong to shove him out of the way" yet still taylor just has to sit back in endorsement as wendy fucks around doing whatever, badly, now why would they take the helm here? why wouldn't ultimate form moral center & champion wendy turn to them or go "truly, my ostensible goals of Reforming axe or anyone like him with incremental moments of encouragement that if he ignores i still have his back no matter what & if he goes sicko mode even at me specifically, well, that's his prerogative as such a deserving man with his psyche that is so endlessly complex (it's: doing whatever he feels like whenever, usually to feel superior to others. done) may not have been the way" like no. no need for any real Reflection even after she decides nvm she doesn't feel like doing the moral center thing & will now be a ceo of whatever random 5 week old app will have her. & then we get to leave off with her unprompted like "oh hey taylor, you know i treated you like a peer b/c i'm saying i see you as one. here's my approval, which you need. you're welcome that i was in charge of your life" and then taylor has to be like "sigh yeah thanks for being in charge of my life. you Had to do that" and wendy's like "yeah haha i did. you're welcome. yes" like good job taylor for accepting the aba & how you're so Not a pussy that you Don't want to hug people but that's also a problem :/ a bit too much of a weirdo :// accept all these unprompted hugs & touches always. as rewards for dutifully serving your role propping up More Normal ones whenever it really counts. that's another thing wrong with winston, he would only dutifully support Weirdos including taylor & tuk & [rian whenever not completely ignoring him, including to be abusive to him or be aware he's trying to support her] while thinking a hero like wendy is untrustworthy & not wanting or respecting her righteous aba Best Self instruction. scoff. he understands nothing

[sintiva]

https://www.tumblr.com/sintiva/713501252251746304/and-look-at-how-eren-got-all-the-black-folk-on

I don't necessarily think it's going against the "black community" on here to critique a canonically white character speaking AAVE and always being a drug dealer/plug/stoner. Or not even that just speaking on how a character is always portrayed. There's no variety. And compared to every other character except maybe Connie (like Levi, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Porco, etc.) Eren's always the main theme that occurs on here.

Some anons are being dumb asf with the reaching but people are gonna talk anyway about fiction regardless. I know black writers get hate on this app for dumb shit but people shouldn't be shut out for just voicing their opinion on fiction.

Some people eat it up and some people don't. Personally I think it's weird because why make a white man say AAVE (not mama, but like "ma", "shawty", etc.) and give him stereotypical hood ***** characteristics like being a drug dealer, toxic, cheater, guns, or like the fics themselves being struggle love, cheating, etc.

You or anyone else accused of this don't have to change how you write him, but obviously reading the tags and seeing this all the time gets kind of depressing to read because the y/n we read gotta go some BS to be loved.

This post also explains that Eren doesn't even have to be less of anything I or anyone else got a problem with, but couldn't he be more down bad for black reader like he is in canon? Like why does it have to be struggle love/situationships?

https://heartdevil.tumblr.com/post/713487049503719424/lets-talk-about-the-epidemic-that-is-niggaeren

And not saying you said this but like I know the: "well the white y/ns sometimes do dubcon/abuse/dracophilia/etc. but y'all never call them out for it" argument but that doesn't solve the case neither. They both got problems. And since we're all black we're more likely to look at the "eren x black reader" tag and point out issues than the yt ones.

this entire ask overwhelmed me so bad😭

(i say y’all a lot, but i’m not talking about you specifically nonny)

but overall this whole concept of nigga!eren is so tired?? the way y’all are talking about this seems like y’all only believe a black men can have these negative ass sterotypes, and why is that…. MEDIA?? y’all saying only niggas can have struggle love, use guns, be plugs and so fourth?? what are black men? fucking degenerates??? i’m not liking how people are using all these traits they see in eren fics and simply saying he gives black man. y’all are playing into the stereotypes by thinking like that. y’all talking bout struggle love relationships??? are y’all reading on mf wattpad 😭😭, i’ve read tons of eren fics where that’s not the situation at all, so i’m genuinely confused in where these fics are found. and tbh i could care less about what white folk write, every community/group/fandom has their own problems but seeing the black community get continuous back lash is exhausting. but i do understand how seeing constant toxic renditions of eren fics can be distasteful, i feel that way myself, but at the end of the day people will write what they want to write. i don’t like how it’s perceived that people are just basically writing a black man version of eren, but 🚶🏽‍♀️

[soyboysace]

tmi maybe? just some thoughts i had after seeing a tweet just now. nothing unique but just wanted to voice out what i felt about this especially after having lived in a healthy space for a while now.

but honestly it feels so good to now be in spaces that affirm me when it comes to discussions about sex and relationships. like i used to be in spaces and on apps where hypersexuality and hooking up was so normalized that u were the odd one out or straight up bizarre for not doing the same. or u would be viewed as odd for not being comfortable to send those types of pics or vids so freely either. sometimes even to the point where i'd be labelled as asexual for not wanting it on a daily basis which isn't a bad thing but it isn't what i am. and u shouldn't label somebody for them when they know their damn selves better than anyone else in that regard.

sex positivity comes in many forms. just because ur definition of sex positivity is more, more, more does not mean that its the same for someone else and vice versa. just because they aren't the same in their definition, doesn't mean that they are prudes either and it absolutely does not give u the right to alienate someone as well.

in general, people crave at different levels which isn't bad. what makes it a shitty feeling is when people start to make u feel alienated and invalidated your own personal preference and that's not right. i may have had people pleasing tendencies in the past but i'm certainly glad i never fully caved into that culture that i know is not for me even if i tried because i know i would've gotten hurt in many ways to a certain degree if i had. i only caved a bit and honestly? i think i'm still recovering from that because in retrospect, i never wanted it but because i forced myself into it because of these past pressures, it has become a dark and hollow memory for me instead.

same with relationships. i used to have this whole mindset of oh no everyone keeps getting into a different relationship immediately after another and u start to worry that ure the problem and that ure an outlier for not developing feelings all that quickly for people which then drives u to force urself into relationships that u don't really care about or u force urself into liking certain people in order to "catch up" with the spaces ure in. which then end up turning into rushed, painful and similarly hollow experiences. that's until u actually start to put urself in spaces that are more diverse and u come to realize that that isn't the norm and u were just seeing life through only one lens. and it sucks that i put myself or ended up falling into that mindset in the past. but i'm glad i'm able to move on from it and view the world in a more understanding and forgiving perspective in relation to the life i choose to live in these regards. it's not a race and no one should have the right to tell u to speedrun ur way through experiences ure not necessarily chasing at the moment because at the end of the day, when u eventually get to the end of it, the prizes u end up winning will just feel all for naught.

[mmoxie]

So, the first character I want to hype up is one that's lived in my drafts for well over a year. You know how sometimes you only get to a concept through venting? This was one of those, and I just kept adding more and more layers to her by venting over and over.

y'all remember dustforce?

Here's the short version: Retail as an industry is a relationship between cheerful rich people, cheerful people with non-retail jobs, and serving as an intermediary, the most beleaguered, miserable, irate, arbitrarily punished class of people still capable of just barely affording an apartment.

This character is one of those intermediaries, and she answers a simple question- what if you were so goddamn angry at your job that you started breathing literal fire?

In I Promise You I Have Given Up, a short story that exists in the Google Notes app on my phone, we meet Dani. Dani wakes up every morning, throws on an apron with a nametag attached, and watches the building she's in try to burn itself down for ten hours. Somehow, it's always her fault. She's gone through the stages of grief about it, or so she thinks.

She's about to roll the odometer.

She doesn't notice as she slides through denial, promising herself that she's fine, she's fucking fine, alright, as her boss rearranges her schedule without warning, as she cuts her own lunch short because nobody else could cover her position for one earth hour, because someone took a jar of pickles all the way to the children's clothing section and smashed it open on the carpet and now it's her problem,

And then she's asked a simple question, while she's doing a little sweeping outside. She doesn't smoke, so she doesn't get smoke breaks, but if she takes a broom with her, she can have a little peace and quiet and while looking busy.

"Is there a reason the display at the front is full of holes?"

Not- god forbid- "Did you know we're selling a lot at the front?"

Not- could you imagine- "Hey, Dani! Your display is really moving product! You're gonna need a refill up there, great job!"

Not- what a world- "Were you able to check on the front display today? I know you keep pretty busy, but it's selling down."

None of those, but is there a reason? That it's full of holes?

Dani considers this for a long moment. Her shoulders are still smoothly rocking, sweeping a rut into the concrete. She feels a quiet peace for a moment, and then... nausea. Heartburn, even. Head for the first aid kit, it's time for a shot of pepto, she thinks.

She opens her mouth to reply to that offending question, and the only thing that comes out is a pressurized blast of eradicating fire. In an instant, there is no boss. There is no question.

For the briefest moment, she was the angriest human being on the face of the earth- and it came out of her, after months and months of suppressing it.

She was relieved at first- a great pressure actually had gone out of her- but then she was terrified. She had just literally reduced her boss to a thin cloud of loose carbon and reeking, atomized effluence. There weren't even bones left.

Was that good or bad? Could she... pretend she didn't know what happened?

Probably not. And she should probably just tender her two weeks' notice before anyone figures anything out. Move across state lines. Get a different job, maybe even change her name.

This flashpoint puts Dani in a strange position. She absolutely doesn't want to hurt people- but what does it mean? Can she be pressurized to that point again? Should she live her life avoiding it, or should she try and... get out of retail by going public and teaching seminars on how to become a dragon?

But her world, as it turns out, is full of small, cumulative injustices. The endless reminders that you aren't good enough, that you didn't do enough. That if the company could make a machine that mashed you into paste, and that paste sold for more than it cost to pay you, they'd be ushering you into the fucking machine!

There will be a follow-up post that talks about Dani in a more objective way, but this post exists so I can link back to it as a primer for her character.

[jupitermelichios]

i put some stuff in the comments but i ran out of space so i'm reblogging

firstly, lying about the tuition isn't great, but i can't say i wouldn't have done the same in your situation, especially at your age. being 20 is fucking hard.

secondly, your dad sounds like a piece of work, and you would be absolutely 100% justified in lying to him about not deleting your discord. a) you're a full grown adult who can make their own decisions, b) the idea that having social media accounts makes people fail exams is some technophobic nonsense, and c) it kind of sounds like he's trying to isolate you which is really not okay. lie to his face about it without guilt, just be careful. definitely delete the app now rather than waiting for him to check, password lock your devices if you haven't already, get in the habit of closing tabs when you're not using them so you don't accidentally leave discord open, and stick to incognito tabs or clear the browsing history if you're using a shared family computer at all

second-and-a-half-ly, medical care is confidential, if your dad does decided to seek mental health treatment no one but he and his therapist ever need to know unless he wants them to, don't worry about it hurting his reputation.

thirdly, i hope you'll accept some tips from someone who also really struggled with physical and mental health all through university, and ended up having to repeat a two years (but got there in the end)

a lot of people irl are probably going to tell you some real bullshit about yourself and your situation (maybe not, for your sake i hope not, but it's unfortunately more likely than not based on my experience). so you need to look yourself in the eye now and accept that no matter what anyone else might say, you did the best you could. yes even though you didn't sit the exams. yes even though you didn't get the grade you needed. you did your best, and the fact that you didn't end up where you wanted to be is no kind of moral reflection on you. you did your best in a crap situation, and you should be proud of yourself

but, and it's kind of a big but, accepting that you tried you best also means accepting that 'next year i'll work harder, be healthier, be better at the things i struggle with' isn't a plan, it's wishful thinking. accepting it means sitting down and making a plan for how you cope if things don't get better, because sometimes you try your best and things still end up being crap.

that doesn't mean they won't get better of course, and it doesn't mean you haven't grown or learned important stuff over the last semester that will help you cope if things get bad again in the future, and it doesn't mean you're giving up, even though i know it can feel like it at times. think of it like putting on a lifejacket before getting onto a boat. you might not need it, but promising yourself you won't crash the ship won't do anything to stop a storm blowing in, and trying to get back to land to collect one after your boat is in trouble is going to be really fucking hard. putting on a life jacket isn't you giving up on being a good sailor, it's just taking reasonable precautions. so you make a plan now, and then you've got it ready for when you need it.

there's four main things you need in your plan:

1. getting medical support if at all possible, and getting it now while you're relatively okay, so that it can help you stay okay, rather than waiting until a big crash comes. see if your university offers any kind of student mental health services (they often do in my country but every country is different), and if it doesn't, try to find services yourself. without knowing your country i can't advise on what that would be, since every country is different

in addition/instead you can look into what doctors recommend people do for themselves to manage your particular flavour of mental health problems, and try to incorportate that into your daily life. don't try and fix all your problems yourself, or set huge goals (it'll just end up being a source of stress when you inevitable struggle if you aim too high), find something you genuinely think you can do most of the time, whether that's a guided meditation app, mindfulness excercises, going for walks (i know it sounds like bullshit but unfortunatly all the resrarch agrees it helps with most mental health stuff), yoga, drinking more water, whatever the research recommends and you think you could do on an average day. the point isn't to cure yourself, it's just to reduce the chances of a big crash and generally give yourself a bit more mental energy to deal with problems if or when they do happen.

2. talk to your personal tutor if you have one (i don't know what other countries call this - universities here assign students a lecturer to act as your first point of contact for any concerns or academic issues you might have, we call it a tutor), and when you know what classes you're going to be taking this next semester, talk to the lecturers, as soon as you can. let them know now that you have some chronic health problems. that's scary the first time, but it gets easier every time, I promise. if you prefer not to do it face to face (and having a paper trail can be useful anyway) you can write up one formal email and then just tailor a few details and send it to each tutor. you don't have to tell them anything about what your health problems are, although it's best not to actually lie because you might need to produce medical evidence at some point down the line. just tell them you're looking forward to their class, and you wanted to let them know in advance that you have chronic health issues which can occaisionally impact your studies. you don't anticipate it being a problem, but you wanted to check, if it does impact you ability to attend class, whether lecture notes/slides are shared anywhere online, and if not, whether they would be willing to email them to you, and whether there will be classes (such as practicals/labs/presentations etc) which can only be done in person this semester, so that you can plan accordingly.

this works regardless of whether you actually think you'll need the slides or whether there will be in person classes, because the actual point isn't the slides, it's a) to make sure that if things get bad again and you have to ask for accomodations there's already a record of you having issues, which usually makes people more likely to accept you're being genuine, and b) make sure they know that you're pro-active and eager to learn, so they'll want to help to you if you need it.

(and since lecturers are only human, and sometimes humans are unfortunately dicks, it also lets you know which lecturers are the most likely to be kind and understanding)

3. find out now what the policy is on extensions to deadlines for coursework or homework. it might be university wide, or it might be department by department, or it might be lecturer by lecturer (in which case you can incorporate it into your email above). if you have a personal tutor, start there, or ask the university office who should be able to point you in the right direction, or if you have a student union, they probably have someone who can help. find out if you need medical evidence, and how much in advance you need to request the extension, so that if you do end up struggling, you know in advance what to do.

4. take a serious look at the last semester, and the one you dropped out of before, and try and figure out what the big stressors are. i know it probably feels like the answer is 'all of it', but there will be some stuff that stresses you out more than others. if you're living away from home, is it stuff about that, like cooking for yourself, or washing up, or laundry? do you have a friend who stresses you out every time you talk? is there a specific class or type of class you really struggle with? is it having too many exams all at once? did you have to do a lot of academic reading you found difficult? did all your classes combined involve more outside study than you had time for? do you really hate having to chose what to wear to class? have you used alcohol or drugs in a way that's stressing you out? are there noises or smells that you find seriously unpleasant? is it a person you live with? sometimes surprisingly small things can have a big impact. I have to limit how many crime stories i read, which sounds kind of silly for a 33 year old adult, but for some reason they happen to be one of the things that sets off my anxiety really badly. brains can just be assholes like that sometimes.

figure out what your stressors are, and then you can start figuring out ways to reduce or remove them. don't worry about what a "normal" person would need, who cares about them. everyone everywhere needs some kind of accomodation or has to compromise between that they think they should do and what they realistically can do, it's just that it usually happens behind closed doors so we don't see other people do it. it's not weak or shameful to alter our lives to fit what we need, it's a sign of maturity. and there's almost always at least a partial solution to stressors or mental health triggers. if you can't think of one, try searching online or asking people because there are no new problems, and chances are you're not the first person to ask. if the issue is about the number or type of classes, try and mix up what classes you take to balance out the ones you find particularly hard with easier ones (if you don't get told in advance automatically what coursework or exams will be like, or if you don't know what the lecturer will be like, ask other students - if the school has a message board or forum online for students you could ask there, if you don't know anyone irl to ask - there's usually someone who'll know).

and then, with these done, if things do get bad again, you know the process for asking for extensions, you've primed lecturers to support you if you need to skip class or ask for extra support (and in the unfortunatle situation that any of them didn't respond well to the email you know which classes to prioritise if you have to let some things slip), you'll have coping strategies and ideally professionals to support you, and you'll know what makes things worse and you can take steps to temporarily remove it from your life while you get back on your feet (for example, if you know cooking is a stressor, you can't permanently remove it from your life because you need to eat, but if you hit a bad patch, there's no shame in living on bananas and sandwiches for a few weeks to remove that stress from your life until you're feeling better)

good luck! you've totally got this 💚

AITA for asking my parents to pay my tuition for the semester, lying about how I lost my scholarship, and then planning on lying to my dad regarding his requirements in exchange for him paying the tuition?

My (20X) college has a scholarship for offspring of faculty members, and I was lucky enough to have my application accepted by the college that my dad (53M) works at. This means that I get a full ride scholarship; if I graduate within 4 years, I won't have to pay a single penny to my college (books and supplies not included, of course).

Unfortunately, the scholarship does have two requirements; I need to have taken at least a certain amount of credits semester before (not a ridiculous number), and for that semester, I need to have gotten over a 2.0/4.3 GPA. Easy enough, right? Who can't get a GPA over 2.0?

Well. I suffered a mental health downfall the past semester and I ended up failing half my classes. I was unable to sit my finals. I know this wasn't smart of me, and I think I should've done something about my academic situation other than just wait for the semester to be over, but I had quit a semester due to my mental health decline previously and I didn't want a repeat of that. In any case, I got a GPA of about 1.6. I'm not on probation but I did receive a warning.

Fortunately, this doesn't mean I lost my scholarship for good. I just need to fulfill those requirements in the upcoming semester and I get it back.

I realized I did need to pay my tuition this semester two days before tuition fee acceptance closes and I debated telling only one of my parents. My mom wants me to finish college no matter what, and my dad has told me that he does not care anymore as long as I don't stress him out. He's also told me he no longer has any expectations for me whatsoever. I did also consider talking about it with my brother and borrowing money from him to put together the tuition fee.

I figured I'd bite the bullet and just told my dad, who I know has been stressed about my future and how badly I'm doing in college. I just casually dropped it as I was making breakfast for myself and then we had a lengthy conversation that my mother (51F) joined when she got back home.

I don't remember much of the conversation (I may have memory problems) but the AITA mentioned part is that I lied to my parents and told them I did sit all my finals and try my best. I didn't. I tried that for mid term exams but I had nothing to write, so for finals I didn't sit them at all. This happened with three of the classes I was taking. I just didn't take my finals. My dad was suspicious of my claim; he said that as a professor himself he wouldn't fail students who at least submitted homework and sat their exams to write anything at all, but I maintained that I tried.

The conclusion was that my dad would be willing to pay my tuition if I got my shit together and also deleted my social media, which he thinks is a drain on my time and energy. He's not wrong. I deleted my Twitter accounts immediately afterwards (which my parents don't know about) because I've been thinking about it, but I can't really bring myself to get rid of Discord, where so many of my friends are. People I've met while studying internationally, long-term friends who moved to other countries; Discord is the only way to contact these people.

This is the AITA part; if my dad follows up on that particular requirement to check if I deleted Discord, which he particularly dislikes (he has previously confiscated the electronics I bought with my own money that I earned, after he saw me on muted call at night with some friends), I plan on deleting the app/program on my devices but using it anyway as a website. This would be a betrayal of my dad's trust in me, but there's no love lost between us anyway. He's already told me he doesn't love me unconditionally. (Yes, I'm his biological child and he did raise me.)

I also feel like an asshole because I could've settled this with the help of my brother; I'd pick up a job during the winter break to pay him back, but it would have been done eventually. Or I could've just gone to my mom. She works her own job, and we could've figured it out together without telling my dad. I told my dad anyway, wanting him to pay the tuition, even though I knew that talking about having to spend money on his kids stresses him out deeply.

My mom also told my dad to go to therapy (in detail, so I know it wasn't just something she said as a throwaway thing) during the conversation. It did get heated. I don't disagree, but I don't know if that'd be okay; mental health is stigmatized where I am, and my dad as a grown adult man and a respected professor if seen going to therapy could have his reputation kind of effected. It wouldn't have happened if I just brought up this whole situation quietly up to my mom, or just my brother.

So I lost my scholarship, I lied to my parents about the technicalities of how that happened, and I'm asking for some amount of money from my parents but also planning on lying to them in regards to the terms they set out. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[siranghae]

Hide and Seek (m)

Word count: 4,413

Content: Jimin smut

A/N: only three days left before Halloween! Are you guys excited?? I was really in the mood for a little Halloween scenario and watching Dope for the 3 millionth time definitely was an inspiration for this haha. Hope you like it ;)

“A sexy nurse costume? Really?!”

You pull down the hem of your dress with a red face. “I wanted to try something different this year.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes locked with yours. You can tell that he’s having a hard time not looking down. “Okay, but for real - who convinced you to wear this?”

You step into his apartment, trying your best to keep your legs covered - as if that’s even possible. “N-nobody, okay?” Stupid Jungkook and his terrible ideas for Halloween costumes. You can still see his mischievous grin that he gave you as he pointed at the picture of the platinum-blonde haired woman with boobs bigger than your self-esteem. You promised yourself to kick him in the face as soon as possible - without accidentally revealing your ass to seven guys that basically acted like prepubescent boys who’d never seen a girl before in their lives.

“Was it Jungkook?” Taehyung asked from behind you as he follows you into his kitchen. It’s a mess in there, as usual, but a few skeletons managed to find their way onto the walls. It surprises you that he even put up any decorations in here at all. “You know you shouldn’t let him manipulate you like that, Y/N.”

You open the fridge and lean forward, scouring the shelves for a bottle of tequila. When you realise that your dress creeps up your thighs like this, you leaned back with a jerk. To avert attention from you, you say: “It’s not like your outfit is much better. I mean, what are you even supposed to represent? A student? A fuckboy?”

Taehyung straightens his bow tie. “I’m a detective,” he responds with a smirk. “Looks good, right?”

“Did you forget to buy tequila? Or did you just not read my texts?” You turn around and pout. “Also, holding a magnifying glass does NOT make you a detective. If you didn’t have that, you’d look like a schoolboy.”

He rolls his eyes. “Firstly, I do read all your texts, but everyone else voted for vodka. Secondly, if you shade the others like this I’m going to kick you out.”

“I’m just being honest!” you protest, as he pushes you out of the kitchen into the hallway. You nearly trip over your own feet. Why did you decide to wear high heels again? “Wait, don’t tell me they all dressed the same way as you.”

“You’ll see, you’ll see.” He opens the living room door for you and bows. He chuckles when you roll your eyes at him.

“Y/N!”

Three voices scream your name at the same time, and before you know it a pair of hands grabs your face. “Jungkook, don’t you fucking dare ruin my makeup.”

The boy chuckles. “You came in the outfit! I knew you’d look great in it~” The playful look in his eyes is so provoking, it takes you all your willpower not to throw one of your shoes at his face. “Happy Halloween, noona-”

“Stop calling me noona, kid,” you sigh as you look around the room to find the sources of the other two voices. Soon, you notice Hoseok and Jin, both beaming smiles at you. You wave shyly as you pull down your dress once again, and again when you step towards them. They saved a spot for you between them - how sweet. “Happy Halloween, guys.”

Hoseok pats the free spot next to him. “You look great, Y/N!”

Jin nods, though his eyes never stray away from your face. You’re grateful for this politeness and quickly sit down. “Thanks Hobi.”

That’s when you finally see him.

Park Jimin.

You hesitate for just the briefest moment when your eyes meet. His dark, piercing eyes that seem to stare directly through everything, these honest eyes that make you so uncomfortable. You swallow, quickly looking back at your two friends to see if they noticed anything. Fortunately, they didn’t. Not that they would have any reason to believe you and Jimin were anything but friends.

You knew better, however.

The first time Taehyung introduced you to his flatmate wasn’t really the first time you met.

Even though you’re not looking at him anymore, you can still feel his gaze rest on you. It’s almost as though you can feel his gaze grab your body in places where not even Jungkook would dare to touch you, no matter how shameless he is. Your heart skips a beat when you imagine him, Jimin, doing this to you.

“Y/N?”

You jolt up, finally realising Jin has been staring at you for a while. “Hm? What did I miss?”

He looks confused for a moment, but then repeats his question. “What do you want to drink?”

“Drink? Oh! Oh. U-uh…” You bite your lip, not able to think of an answer at all. “I’ll get something myself.”

Jin looks even more puzzled than before. “I was about to get something for myself too, so it’s-”

You stand up while pulling your dress down again, even more aware of how much skin you’re actually showing. You press your thighs together, waddling towards the dining table like a penguin - a penguin wearing a sexy nurse outfit with hearts on your nipples. Just great. You grab a cup with shaking hands, pouring yourself some vodka with lemonade. You don’t even like vodka. Fucking Taehyung. Not only was he the reason that Jimin was always around, he didn’t even do what you asked him to. What a great friend.

You almost choked when you turned around. When had Jimin gotten up from his seat? When had he gotten this close? You tried to step back, bumping into the table. He smiled too casually for a situation like this, his eyes slowly moving down your curves. “Happy Halloween.”

“Hey J-Jimin,” you stuttered. When he didn’t say anything back, you moved away from him as quickly as possible. How no one had noticed that you were a big mess around him for the two years you’d known each other for, you had no clue. Perhaps it was because the only one that acted strange was you. Jimin, on the other hand, never got nervous around you - or anyone for that matter. Even when he giggled his iconic giggle, he exuded confidence. He was too aware of how he made you feel for his own good.

Perhaps that’s why he was cocky enough to brush the back of his hand against your ass as you passed by him.

“Sheesh, Y/N, your face is really red.” Jungkook. The kid grinned an evil smile as he sat down on the armrest next to Jin. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you snapped. “What I’m more curious about is this: why are you dressed as a cop?”

Jungkook clapped his hands. “Ooh, you know what I’m supposed to be! See Tae? My outfit was a way better idea than yours.”

“Shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung laughed.

You looked at the other boys’ outfits - avoiding Jimin on purpose. “I guess it does fit the theme of professions, but let’s be honest: you’re nothing like a cop.”

“Whaat?” Jungkook pouted. “I totally am! I like superheroes - superheroes are like cops.”

You facepalmed. “Whatever you say, Jungkook. Whatever you say.”

He crossed his arms, though Jungkook wasn’t really ever insulted. “You and Jimin are probably hardest to recognise! Namjoon is obviously a hotel porter, Yoongi is a military officer, Hoseok is a race car driver and Jin is a doctor - but you two? No clue.”

“I’m obviously a nurse!” You protested, pointing at your outfit before realising that you’d never seen an actual nurse who was dressed like this. “And Jimin…”

You hesitantly looked at him as he sat down next to Yoongi. You weren’t sure what he was supposed to be, no, but whatever it was, he looked stunning. His fake glasses framed his face perfectly, and his white button-up shirt revealed his delicate neck. For some reason, you wanted to pull him closer by the black tie he wore to complete his outfit.

When you didn’t finish your sentence, Jimin raised an eyebrow - accompanied by a subtle smirk. “I’m an office clerk.” He straightened his tie as he said it, somehow with such confidence that it made your knees weak. The look in his eyes is nearly identical to the one he gave you the ‘first’ time you guys met. Even though it’s been so long, the same tension is in the air, an electric current between you two that only you two seem to have noticed.

“See? Y/N thinks it’s unconvincing too! Just look at her face.” Jungkook sits down on your lap, and for once you’re glad about it. He pats your head and sticks his tongue out at Jimin. “You should’ve bribed her sooner.”

You frown. “Bribed me?”

His eyes widen. “Oh right, you have no clue! Well, after you mentioned in the group chat that you liked tequila, Mister office clerk went out of his way to get a bottle! Isn’t that right, Jimin?”

“Yeah I did.” You can’t believe how shamelessly he says that, without a hint of secrecy. He bought something for you - the only person he’s not friends with in the whole group. You glance around at the others, but no one cares. Except for Jungkook, maybe. “Wait, lemme get it for you.”

He reaches for his bag, but before he can take it out, Jungkook claps his hands together and stands up. “Guys, you know what we should do?”

“We’re not going trick-or-treating again,” Yoongi groans.

The boy squints. “Whaat? It went really well last time! I got tons of candy.” He grins a triumphant laugh and sticks out his chest a little bit. Fucking Jungkook.

You chuckle. “Yeah, because you fit right in with the ten year olds.”

“Look, I just wanna know if you all wanna play hide and seek, okay? No need to be jealous of my candy-collecting skills.”

“Are you serious?” you scoff, crossing your arms in protest. “That sounds like-”

“I’m up for that.”

You frown, turning your head towards the sound of the voice.

It’s Jimin. Of all fucking people.

“Yeah, me too!” Hoseok says, as Jin nods along to his words.

“Really, guys?” you despair. “Are we really going to do something Jungkook proposes?” As your last resort, you look at Yoongi and Namjoon. You know they won’t betray you. They’re just as level-headed as you. “Yoongi? Namjoon?”

It’s like the world has turned against you. Yoongi just shrugs. His expression says it all: at least it’s not trick-or-treating. Namjoon, on the other hand, hesitates a bit. “Sorry, Y/N,” he says, smiling apologetically.

“Traitors,” you mumble under your breath. “Okay, fine. You win, Jungkook.”

The youngest boy does the superman stance with a big, annoying little grin on his bratty face. “I knew you’d give in, noona~” Somehow, Jungkook always manages to convince his friends to do exactly what he wants - you wish that were you. Not even a sexy nurse costume is enough to convince them otherwise. “I’ll be it this round!”

You groan, pulling your dress down once more. “Where are we even supposed to hide? There’s no-”

But it’s too late- Jungkook has already started counting down from fifty. You want to protest, tell him that fifty seconds is too little time, when you notice everyone else has gotten up. You bite your lip, hesitating just the tiniest bit - why did you give in, again? - and then run after the six boys as fast as you can.

“...thirty-nine… thirty-eight…” you hear Jungkook mumble as you run up the stairs towards Taehyung’s room. Would hiding under his bed work? It’s the only place you could think of that iss even remotely clever. You saw Namjoon and Yoongi ran into the kitchen just now, and you can see Jin open the bathroom door. So no one else has thought of your idea yet. You can’t help but get a bit excited - until you notice that both Hoseok and Taehyung leg it into the latter’s room. Fuck. You stop, looking around as you panic. Either you can hide with them, and risk getting found sooner because they’ll obviously take the best spots, or you can try… no, you won’t. Never in a million years would you want to be found in Park Jimin’s room. But what else can you do?

“Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…”

That’s when you notice it - another door, slightly ajar. You’ve never seen it open before. In that split second, you run towards it, right as Jungkook reaches the number five in his countdown.

“I’m coming~” the young boy shouts, right as you pull the door shut behind you.

“Phew,” you sigh, triumphantly smiling. This is an amazing hiding spot. Jungkook would never look in a room that he thinks is locked, and besides, it doesn’t even have a door-handle. He’d have to pry it open, which isn’t something he would even think of, if he even considered looking here an option to begin with. Got you now, you think to yourself. It was kind of fun to get revenge on him. Finally the tables are turned for once. You turned around, wondering what this room really is. You have all the time in the world to find out, after all.

You nearly scream when you bumped into something - or rather, someone.

“Y/N?” a voice whispered.

It is too dark to see a face, but it doesn’t take you long to realise who it is. It can’t be Jin. Or Taehyung. Namjoon. Yoongi. No matter how much you want it to be Hoseok, it isn’t him, either. You would even be content with it being Jungkook, but even this last resort isn’t an option.

Fuck.

You step back, almost bumping into the unlocked door and revealing your hiding spot in the process. Maybe that would be better than being trapped with… him.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck?” Jimin whispers. You feel his breath against your cheek - he’s that close to you. Closer than you ever let him get to you.

“Uh…” you bite your lip. “I-I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here, that’s all.”

He stays quiet for a moment, which makes you incredibly nervous. You regret all your decisions you made today. “Well, we can make this work.” You aren’t entirely sure if he’s talking about hiding with someone else, or about you being so close to him. “But do get away from the door, please.”

You swallow. You’re pretty sure that he’s just saying that to get closer to you, but you don’t really have a choice. Slowly, you take a step back, , doing your absolute best not to brush up against him. Being this close to Park Jimin is something that makes you so terribly self-conscious - which is only made worse by the fact that you’re wearing a dress that barely covers anything. That’s when you remember - the dress. With one hand, you attempt to pull down the back of your dress. You shiver when the back of your hand touches him. You pray to God that it’s his stomach, nothing lower than that.

Then you feel it.

You reflexively pull your hand away and then step back without thinking, which only makes you get closer to him. Your whole face turns red when you feel it again, this time poking against your ass. This can’t be happening. When you turn around, the fabric of your dress brushes against him once more, and he utters a quiet moan. “What the fuck, Jimin?” you snap, trying to keep your voice down. You can’t believe that he has an erection - even just thinking about it makes you feel strange. You can feel his eyes on you in the dark, and in that moment you decide you’ve had enough. “I’m leaving.” You take a step forward, your hands reaching out to push the door open.

“Y/N, please…” His groan sends a shiver down your spine. One of his hands wraps around your stomach, and he pulls you back into him.

“What are you doing?” you gasp, though you don’t fight him. Why aren’t you trying to fight him? What’s gotten into you? “We can’t-”

He groans again when you try to turn around in his arms. “I’ve had enough of your fucking games,” his fingers press into your stomach, making you feel a burning sensation inside. Your body responds out of habit, remembering a moment just like this one when you don’t want it to remember. You can’t believe how heavily you react to the thought of what he did to you so long ago.

“W-which games?” you stutter, trying your best not to think of anything. His hand moves down, making you swallow in anticipation.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” He grabs your dress and pulls it up ever so slightly, uncovering more of your thighs. “I could’ve told Taehyung so much sooner. But I never did. I thought you’d tell him one day, so I waited. I told myself that you’d realise you can’t hide it forever, too. I’m done with waiting for that time.”

Your dress is up to your stomach at this point, pressing against your breasts. His hand slides down until it reaches your panties. You gasp for air, but your lungs betray you. “I-I didn’t know you still wanted me, Jimin.” It takes you every ounce of strength inside of your body not to moan as his hand finds its way between your legs.

“You didn’t know, huh?” he growls, his voice suddenly husky and dark. He brushes his lips up against your neck. It’s so familiar, you can’t believe it has been so long since the last time he did it. Not that you think about that in the moment - every nerve in your brain is busy processing the way this makes you feel.

“You don’t see how I look at you, huh? How badly I want to push you up against a wall and fuck you every time you’re close to me? Really, Y/N? You’re a fucking liar.”

You moan as his wet tongue moves across your neck down to your collarbone. He still knows all of your soft spots, finds them so quickly that you can’t even prepare for it. No matter how hard you try to avoid the memories, they are like ocean waves that try to drown you. You put your hand around his nape and close your eyes in a weak attempt to stop you from experiencing this much desire. This only makes you picture things that he’s done to you before that no one ever has. “F-fuck…”

That’s when he starts to move his hand between your thighs. “God, you’re so wet already,” he mutters into your skin. “I knew you’re just as impatient as me.” He pulls down your collar, revealing your breasts to him. He bites his lips at the sight of them. “I can’t wait to slam into your little pretty ass.”

“W-wait, what if Jungkook hears u-us?” You say as you remember your surroundings. You attempt to push Jimin away, but he doesn’t give in.

Jimin spins you around, making you cry out in surprise. His hand finds its way to your mouth faster than yours. When you look into his eyes in that brief moment, your heart stop beating. He looks at you like his prey. A wild, hungry look deprived of any empathy for you “I don’t care,” he says, right before he puts your nipple into his mouth.

You groan into his hand. Trying to calm yourself, you put your hands in his hair. The way his tongue plays with your sensitive skin makes you almost faint from pleasure. He’s gotten better, something you didn’t think was possible. Every time you slept with Jimin in the past, you were left breathless, numb, in delirium. What you’re feeling now doesn’t even compare.

The hand between your legs dips into your warmth - first with one finger, then two. Your mind goes blank from how he pleases you, and you pull him even closer to you. “Please fuck me,” you moan in desperation, your fingers shakingly trying to hold on to his hair. You can’t wait for him any longer.

He pushes you up against the wall with such force that you bite into his hand. A groan escapes his mouth, and he bites his lip to stop himself from making more noise. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he removes his hand from your mouth. “You’re so fucking hot.” He briefly kisses you, messily and longingly with too much tongue, making you almost choke. After that, he lifts your ass up with one hand. Playfully, you pull his tie, making him come even closer to you. He licks his lips and reaches for his zipper, finally undressing himself. The way he takes his pants off is impatient and clumsy, but when he’s done, the look in his eyes is serious. In one swift gesture, he moves your underwear down just enough to uncover you before he thrusts himself into you.

His hard cock stretches you out around him as he goes all the way into you, showing his impatience. It hurts so much more than you remember, making you frown deeply as he stops moving. He breathes heavily, not used to how tight you are. You move your hips up slightly, trying to accomodate for the pain, which just intensifies the pleasure you feel. Jimin gasps. “D-don’t move,” he moans into your neck, and he shivers.

“Hm? I can’t hear you when you’re whispering,” you joke, even though you’re not doing much better yourself. Teasingly, you move your hips again, making him mutter a swear. “You fucking tease,” he growls as he pulls back, readying himself for another thrust, and another, and another. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

Your bodies seem to fuse together as he slams his erection into your warmth. As you wrap your arms around his back, he changes his rhythmic movements, which catches you off guard. He quickly presses his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan in the process.

That’s when you hear footsteps.

You’d completely forgotten that you weren’t by yourselves. Hearing Jungkook’s soft humming makes your heart jump out of your chest. You dig your nails into Jimin’s back, trying to make him stop - but he doesn’t. He looks into your eyes with a devilish expression, the kind of expression you’ve never seen him bear. It’s like something has taking him over - an animalistic desire that he can’t control.

“Jimin,” you mouth, hoping that he’ll come to his senses.

Inch by inch, he grinds his length into you, all in an effort to make you moan. You open your mouth, about to succumb, but you press your hand against your lips. You can still hear Jungkook, inches away from you, moments away from catching you in the act.

You don’t want to know what happens if he opens the door.

Your eyes roll back into your when you feel Jimin’s finger press against your clit as he fucks you rhythmically. Your legs wrap around him, which only makes him go deeper inside of you. You can’t believe that you haven’t made any sounds yet, because every part of you wants to scream out in pleasure. Every breath you breathe sounds like a moan. You press your mouth against his neck and bite into his delicate skin. When your teeth sink into him, he nearly whines, and he can’t help but make a strangled sound.

“Found you!”

You freeze, waiting for the moment the door opens. Every millisecond that passes makes you more anxious, until you’re about to burst. He’s found you.

“Was I last?”

You hear the muffled voice, coming from down the hall. Taehyung. Two pairs of footsteps echo through the hall, down the stairs, as Jimin slams into you once more. You try to listen, but at this point you can’t focus on anything but his cock sliding in and out of you.

Jimin puts his tongue on your nipple again and plays with it, as you focus on the muted sounds of the boys downstairs. You can’t hold back much longer - by the look in Jimin’s eyes, he’s close too.

You moan into your hand right as you hear Jungkook call your name. You tighten yourself around Jimin’s cock as much as possible, anticipating your climax, and as Jimin thrusts into you again, your vision goes dark, then colours purple, blue, orange. You feel his body slam into you a few more times, carrying you through your orgasm before he, too, climaxes.

“There you are!”

Jungkook crosses his arms when you enter the living room, followed by Jimin. You prayed a million times that you wouldn’t blush, but it was in vain. Your makeup is smeared too, but your nurse costume is good enough of a distraction for them to not realise.

You sit down between Jin and Hoseok as fast as you can, trying not to look directly at anyone, though you noticed they both look confused. “Where were you?” Jin says, more oblivious than you ever expected him to be. “Jungkook was getting tired of looking for you two.”

Jimin straightens his tie in that moment, smiling nonchalantly. “We were hiding in the cupboard, but Jungkook is too stupid to notice that it’s open.”

“Heyyy that’s not fair, hyung!” Jungkook protests. “You were cheating, okay?! Besides, what were you even doing for all this time? I called your names several times. Why didn’t you realise it was done?”

You open your mouth, but close it again before you said anything. What could you even say? It’s not like you’re good at coming up with excuses. Otherwise you’d have told Taehyung an excuse about Jimin and you a long time ago. When you glance at Jimin, he furtively smiles. Maybe he’s not that nerve-wrecking after all. You smile back. “We were having a very interesting... conversation about something,” Jimin says, and shrugs. It’s a miracle that you don’t start laughing.

“A conversation? About what??” Taehyung asks, tilting his head to the side.

The look in Jimin’s eyes tells you everything you need to know. “Oh, nothing important. We’ll tell you about it later,” he explains, winking at you. “Let’s just say it was a lot of fun for now.”

What you wouldn’t do to play hide and seek again.

[equizona]

Otome Reader with Dateables too? Maybe a platonic Luke in there as well? Not sure why he'd play an otome game, but maybe he just watched someone else and got secondhand enjoyment from it? Maybe Simon wanted to join in but still lacks phone knowledge so he asked Luke's help? Just an idea for that part. I love the bizarre thought of even the stern lads playing and simping for an otome character. It's such a fun thing to think about. Also makes me think "what if sentient" but that'd be for another time.

— "OTOME CHARACTER MC"

— OBEY ME! : Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon

— NOTE: Sorry, but I won't be doing Luke! Anyhow, I almost forgot I ever did the Otome MC thing, haha. Also these are much better than the brothers..

๑DIAVOLO

When he realizes that some of Lucifer's brothers play and enjoy the game, looking at Asmodeus and Leviathan, he's quick to download the game and give it a try.

He's confused, and doesn't know what he's doing since he has never interacted with games, let alone otome games. He does some searching around the internet and asks Leviathan for his expertise, and after a while he understands and is able to play!

He doesn't immediately flock to your character, and probably has someone else as a 'favorite' for a while. He probably didn't like a specific character much, and just enjoyed the game play and plot.

Probably some small interaction in an event catches his attention to you, and he starts digging more into your character. He's quick to find he really likes you, and from there on you're the Devildom prince's favorite character!

Whenever he gets extra lonely, you're a go-to for comfort. He doesn't really have anyone, and here you are, loving him unconditionally. He gets depressed sometimes, at the realization that the only person who will ever love him isn't real at all.

Well, whatever. He doesn't have much luck with your cards, but he is rich and just buys so much to get the cards. He doesn't have luck and it could take him nearly an hour to get the card, but his money comes in handy!

He gets foods, or items similar to what you like in the game, to feel closer to you. He also, just like Lucifer, sends large donations to the game company and your character's voice actor.

Uses the game to ignore his duties as Prince, much to Barbatos' annoyance.

Also, you and the plot for the game is probably what inspires him to do the exchange student system.

๑BARBATOS

After a while of Diavolo repeatedly skipping his duties in favor of a game on his phone, Barbatos naturally gets curious on what's got his young prince so excited and restless. Of course, he already knows the name of the game and the character Diavolo likes, so he has no problem finding the app and downloading it.

He spends most time with you, but not because he likes you, but because he wants to see why his young master is so excited about your presence.

He's probably the slowest to like you, or the game for that matter. He doesn't have much time to play, and it didn't really catch his attention much? He's much more busy trying to get Diavolo off of the game so he can study..

After a while, Barbatos gets used to the game being on his phone and playing whenever he has free time. He gets involved with other characters when he starts doing it less out of curiosity and more from enjoyment. He does end up returning to your character, after getting to meet the others better.

He most likely gets an aesthetic card from you, which makes him study your character more. After getting to know your past more, he comes to learn that you're his favorite. He knows now why everyone is so infatuated with your character.

He is the only one who knows that Lucifer plays the game, though Lucifer doesn't know that he knows.

Barbatos plays any songs that have you involved while he works, or he'll play phone calls he has whenever he's busy, he finds it makes him feel a little less stressed. Or just makes things better.

He makes food based off of your character. Decorates and makes cakes and other pastries to your liking, drinks and dishes that are themed around you, you name it. He finds it very fun, and if you have a canon favorite food he's sure to make it as often as he can without making it weird. His young master is always delighted!

He, again, doesn't have much free time so he doesn't have many of your cards, but whenever there js one he really likes he's always lucky and gets it. It's a bit scary how lucky he is with cards pulling, actually. He usually gets what he wants on the first try, often on the free pull.

๑SIMEON

Everyone was talking about the game so much, and while Simeon wasn't actually planning to play it, Asmodeus and Leviathan managed to convince him, saying it was one of the 'best games out there' with some of the 'best characters out there' and it would surely 'give him inspiration for TSL'.

Simeon ends up giving in, and downloads the game. Much like Diavolo, he is very confused and Leviathan and Solomon spend a lot of time trying to show him how the game works. He still doesn't quite get it, but he's having fun so it's alright.

Depending on how you are, and how the other game characters are, Simeon might like you really quickly, or take his time. I don't doubt he'll eventually dub you his favorite, but the characters around you are what decides how long that takes.

He has horrible luck with cards, and he can never really get the cards that he wants, which makes him feel a bit sad, but that's alright! You know what he is good at? Getting money and gifts for you, as well as leveling up his intimacy with you. Out of everyone, he has the highest intimacy levels, despite not being very good at the game.

This makes some of them jealous.

He doesn't really know what's going on majority of the time, but you best believe he makes a character inspired by you, and writes fanfiction to further indulge his affection for you.

He feels a little ashamed with how much he values a fictional character, but nobody has said anything about it, so it must be fine, right?

๑SOLOMON

Solomon was probably one of the first who was playing the game out of everyone, so he takes joy in gatekeeping the others, saying how he has been playing longer than them, so he knows you better! Of course, it's only for fun but watching how upset Satan is makes everything worth it.

Will make outfits that are inspired by you, just lien Asmodeus does. Hell, maybe he makes some with Asmodeus! He does try following Barbatos, too, but everyone whines that his food is horrible so he keeps his dishes to himself. He bets that you would have loved his cooking!

He does join Satan when Satan has a theory on Lucifer playing the game, and they're both now investigating Lucifer on whether or not he knows you and the game or not. They have nothing solid yet, but just you wait! They're getting there.

Solomon loves whenever you give him a gift. He might try to find an IRL item that matches what you gave him, to feel better! You're so cute, even if you aren't real.

He spends a lot of time trying to help Simeon understand what he's doing, and is amused to watch Simeon fall for your character too. Really, he enjoys watching everyone who is open-ish about being part of the MC fan-club that's unofficial so far.

He has on various times bribed the others with merch of you, and he is as successful each time even when they whine about how 'unfair he's being'. Solomon isn't upset.

Solomon hoards your merch like a dragon, he has almost all of it. Who needs cards when he has your merch. He is also absolutely the type to give donations to the company or your voice actor, or things you liked whenever he can.

He often imagines going on cute or elegant dates with you, just you both forever. He can be seen daydreaming quite often, making potions through muscle memory. He doesn't mind, at all.

[starrycassi]

Whenever Neil runs, wherever he goes, he always stops.

He stops, and comes back, sweaty, and looking sick to death.

It doesn't matter if him and Andrew have been married for two years, or if they've been dating for four weeks. He comes back to him.

He comes back, his voice is gone and so is the fucked up feeling that fogs his mind from time to time. Sometimes, it's like a raven trying to get his claws in his throat. Sometimes, it's like a very heavy axe trying to cut down his breathing.

Andrew hates it whenever Neil runs. It's a thing they're working on, but sometimes there's no other option than to let his idiot run for a moment, because staying there forever is a hard thing to do for Neil.

It's tiring, sometimes.

Sometimes Neil gets tired. Of his life, of this life, of Andrew, of himself.

Depression had said Betsy Dobson.

Fucking hell with that shit. Why can't he be in peace now? He went through all of that. He got through it, fuck it. He did it!

So why, why, why? Why does he have to live with that heavy feeling on his shoulders and chest? Why does he have to wake up some days and wish that he had died instead of Mary? Why does he have to feel so fucking guilty when the weight of his own problems are too much to even try and look at Andrew without wanting to shove him away?

It's horrible, really. He wishes it would stop.

So he runs. He runs and when he sets himself in motion, everything else is too slow to keep up with him. He runs and the reminders of the pain he went through fade for a split moment so the new waves of adrenaline can fill his entire body. He runs.

But whenever Neil runs, wherever he goes, he always stops. There's something worth stopping for now.

Maybe he's been out running for hours. It feels like days. Maybe it's already night, and the sky is horribly dark. Sometimes is so early that the sun is still hiding away, and Neil feels envy for a moment. Maybe the sky is painted with so many pretty colors that he feels like crying, because he's fucking alive and this is unbelievable.

But he stops.

And he goes home. Sometimes he has to call Andrew and beg him to pick him up. Sometimes he gets worried about the fact that maybe Andrew decided that this is finally enough. That this is the day Andrew leaves him alone, because sometimes their house turns into a bomb of time waiting for one of them to set it on.

But Andrew shows up. The new, shiny and expensive car stops next to Neil.

Sometimes Andrew looks mad. Sometimes he just looks tired. Sometimes he's in a good mood and mocks Neil in their way home.

But usually Neil doesn't really call. His phone has a tracker app in it, so Andrew can feel safe about where his idiot is while said idiot walks back to home.

And then he comes in, panting. Sometimes he brings ice cream and gets ready to face yet another figth. But in those cases, some softly spoken but hardly said words are enough. In the really bad days, they give each other time and space before putting together every little piece of the puzzle that their relationship is.

So when Neil gets into the house, when he's got enough of running, he will always murmur, slowly, carefully, painfully.

"I'm in my home"

For anyone, it may seem like he's alerting Andrew. Telling him that he's back. But Andrew already knows that, the tracker app was his idea.

No, this isn't for Andrew.

This is for Neil.

Neil, who needs to remind himself that there is a home. Who needs to be able to understand that this is his home. The one he shares with the man that has caused him the more heart pains in his whole life, but also the one that comes to the living room with a coffee. Even when they figth. Even when Neil feels like he doesn't deserve it.

Yet, his blond problem comes. Sometimes relieved and relaxed, sometimes so furious that Neil feels bad for the mug, sometimes looking like he needs more time to think.

But this is home. The horrible arguments that unleash from time to time, the bad days where they can't even stand the sigth of each other because they simply can't stand being alive. The days where Neil has to make sure Andrew is never alone because something about him seems off and Neil would rather die than leave Andrew hurt himself again, even if in some way he could be the cause of the pain. The badly cooked eggs they eat in silence after a night of bad memories because neither one of them is feeling okay enough to try and do a decent breakfast. The tears that they shed in silence next to one another, the ones that no one else is allowed to see. The screams of pain when the memories mix too much with reality and then Neil feels like the knifes are there again. The "get the fuck out of this room" kind of days, when Andrew is too caught up in his own mind to be able to reasonate with Neil. The weird conversations because neither one of them knows how the fuck they are supposed to handle this, but they try and try again, and then again. The fact that this house has three bedrooms in use, because even if sleeping together is okay in most of the days, sometimes they both need their own little corner to hide in.

This is everything he has.

The hugs and soft hands on each other when they feel like reminding the other of their love. The warm, cozy room that shields them from whatever the fuck the world tried to throw at them, because they both know that they're protected in there. The mountains of candy bags that Neil gets to his problem, laughing while he tells him what a good day this one was. The murmured percentages Andrew throws at him, and the fact that those percentages being able to get so long means that they're been together for a long, long time. The "It's over now" that they quietly whisper to each of or to themselves, because it really is over now. The kisses while they're in bed. The laughs Neil can't help but let out because in some days he's just so incredibly happy that this is his life; fuck, it's rough and gross, but it's his.

This is everything he needs.

So, when Neil, tired and defeated, but ready to get up and figth against the world says "I'm in my home", then Andrew will nod, and answer back "Yes. Yes, you finally are"

And that's everything someone like Neil could ever ask for.

[kojoty]

BOH:

Wash: one of two head chefs. Runs a tight ship. You clock in and thank God that it's him heading boh that night, bc he knows how to delegate those tickets. Is anal about tickets, though. 'can I get a cup of ranch' is met with 'did you ring up a ticket?' which means having to run all that way back to the pos and waste time. No fucking menu subs. Manages to not let anyone else get in the weeds, but will act like every inconvenience is putting HIM in the weeds even if he's only like. A minute behind. Catch him on a good day (slow) and he might be persuaded to goof off, IF Tucker and Donut are both foh that night

Grif: other head chef. He hates being head chef. Tries to get demoted to line constantly. the problem is he's really good. Also delegates well, but it's more in accordance to his smoke breaks than ticket times. Thinks menu mods are okay is he personally thinks it will taste good, but will make fun of the server if he thinks it's a dipshit culinary idea. Weird inappropriate relationship with server Simmons. (are they flirting or fighting? who fucking knows)

Kai: comes in on Saturdays to expo. She's not good at it, but it's the only time grif will bust his ass. And repeat table orders. To make sure she doesn't get fired. known to tell guests that the food they ordered is , like, not her favorite and it kind of sucks, but if you like it, then whatever. gives business cards to guests promoting whatever side hustle she's currently involved in.

Tex: line cook but she might as well be head when wash or grif is gone. she's That Bitch who gets shit done and sometimes will 'accidentally' make too much of an app and leave it out on the expo line for everyone else to snack on. gets away with this because church (manager) has a weird blindspot for rules when it comes to her. will whip up the craziest desert specials anyone's ever seen. Even blows Grif away. they both get wild with menu specials and sundays tend to be when they just get weird and wild in the kitchen, and everyone loves it.

caboose: Dish pit and busser. He loves his job. He loves it. he's that dish guy who is filthy constantly and wants hugs even in his filthy apron but is absolutely killer. uncanny ability to get silverware done right before someone gets cut. tex loves making food for him. he makes so many tips as a busser because guests love him and under the table tip him out and he forgets to add it to the pool. he gets tipped out by the servers anyways because he is ON TOP OF IT.

york: line cook in the 'im very fun and awesome to work with but watch out' variety. don't ask what he's doing in the bathroom. we all know. pocket vaper. is good at his job and is in charge of the aux whenever wash is head since wash plays depressing music and york plays fun music. it's 50/50 when grif is head. they battle it out. york usually wins. bring him an energy drink and he'll be your best friend . will sell you weed. makes 'distracting church' more of a job priority than getting salads out on time. makes 'distracting carolina', if she's in, more of a job priority than anything else. him and grif are like. weirdly best friends.

lopez: line cook and very good at what he does. He comes in early for prep usually. has 100% command over aux when he's in, because not only will he make service 9000% times easier on everyone with how much shit he preps, but if you catch him in a good mood, he will prep family meal for everyone. you know it's gonna be a good day when you get in the hour before service to open and the kitchen is blasting the happiest norteño you've ever heard. caboose comes in early sometimes to help prep and him and lopez work REALLY well together. sarge will hand deliver a beer to lopez in the back every shift.

FOH:

church: manager. should he be the manager? probably not. he gets stressed out so easily and is prone to pissing everyone in the building off, and also doesn't seem to care that much about the guests, but his dad, like, owns the business, so it's like. duh. that said, if it gets busy, he will put the apron on and wait tables. expos most of the time, which really helps everyone else out. him and wash get into insane fights in the kitchen. watch out. tex WILL distract him and he turns into a pushover. anyone some inane rule needs to be ignored, they just sic tex on church to distract him. or york, if tex is out, but tex at least will keep working while she distracts church. york will completely forget his tasks in favor of church-time.

carolina: doesn't actually work here. but will on occasion come in to manage when church is either having an atrocious day or dad wants to verify things are running smoothly. no one likes when carolina manages except for church (in his office, migraine, freaking out, thank you lina, don't let tucker say anythjing to you), and york (puppy dog eyes, everyone tells him he's just like church and tex it's gross ew it's worse than doc and donut). she runs a tight ship, but-- if it's a particularly heavy service night and they finally all close and start to party, SHE is the one, a couple drinks in, who will make the fateful 'wanna go to another bar' death sentence that means no one's going home till 3am at the earliest, much to church's chagrin (will have to deal with hungover everyone the next day).

doc: host! he's a neurotic host who will make you wait your turn thank you very much. very good with his charts but if he gets shoved into the weeds he might panic and accidentally swipe the board with his hand and ruin all his dry erase marker notes. gets annoying when there's anything larger than a 10 top. o'malley fronted once and put every table larger than 5 in tucker's section just for fun and tucker almost fought him in the parking lot over it. if it's slow, donut WILL be leaning over the host stand chatting his ear off and distracting him.

donut: server and bar. he runs bar on fridays and saturdays and is about as catty as you'd expect but he gets drinks made. will absolutely tear you a new one if you ring in 8 snickertinis at once, and will bitch you out like YOU ordered the drinks, but get him a shot halfway through service and he'll be your best friend in the entire world. absolutely the best marini's and manhattans you've ever had. he's a GREAT server in short bursts and makes mad tips. but he's the kind of server that will sit at the table with you as he takes your order and acts like your best friend; old women LOVE him. young men on dates with a girl less so. makes mocktails for caboose in the back. will exchange fireball shots in BOH with york in exchange for fries. will flirt salaciously with doc (real), york (fun), wash (two gay best friends), church (joke). him and tucker get into Legendary Passive Aggressive bitch fits. the verdict on who wins is 50/50 depending on how bitchy church is that night.

tucker: between donut and tucker, they're definitely the strongest of the servers. tucker is very 'ugh it's so slow just fucking cut me already' and 'dont you fucking cut me there's a pop coming i can feel it, simmons go home so i can actually make some goddamn money tonight.' is basically secondary manager if church isn't here, and they go to his office all the time for impromptu management meetings (ie, tucker smoking in church's office while church rants to him about the drama he can't air out in front of the rest of the staff, and for like two days afterwards, church is the best manager ever bc he just needs Tucker Ranting Time). him and wash go at it all the time, but tucker always brings those stupid kombucha bottles wash likes during next service and wash always forgives him. tucker's the only person who can convince wash to on-the-fly condiments and sides without a ticket.

simmons: simmons why are you a server. you are so anxious for this. you drop your tray at least once a week. simmons how did you get your apron this dirty this fast. simmons-- oh wow you sold the most specials out of anyone, you can really upsell anything, that's impressive. grif has first cut privileges for BOH and simmons loves getting cut first, so on slow nights, if it's 8pm, they're already cut and sitting at the bar critiquing the servers around them and getting Donut-Pours from the bar (donut makes strong drinks.)

sarge: bar. now, he would never admit to it. but he's really really really good at making all the fruity cocktails. even if you don't have a name for it. he can whip up some tropical alcoholic god-send. his... old fashioned is a little weak, all things told, but he'll tell you it's a man's drink and isn't supposed to taste good. bitches at grif from the bar, and gets on simmons for his ticket ring ups, but will always have a drink at the end of the night with everyone and buy them a round. doesn't make simmons rering fuck up tickets, just tells him to tell him what he needs and it makes simmons' life 800% easier. does not know how to work the tvs and makes church put one of the tvs to soap operas or the big bang theory. he has regulars that have been coming to this restaurant for twenty years at this point.

Should.... Should I explain rvb restaurant au

[dreaming-twist]

2. WEB

Some random oneshot for TwstOBer ~ Enjoy please xD

“Sebek, you need to find some other hobby. Do you want to try playing with my PC?”

“Human inventions that have nothing to do with magic? Hmpf! Sounds disappointing.”

“Well, well, at least give it a try, okay? It maybe surprises you.”

“... If you say so, Lilia-sama...”

That was how it all began. A simple proposal from Lilia had been his first and until now last contact with that world. And he still didn't know how he had gotten to the point where he was right now.

That day, in Lilia's PC, he found a program on the web that caught his attention. "Pass on your thoughts or knowledge!" It said. Sebek arched an eyebrow, and ended up creating an account outnof curiosuty with the first nickname that came to mind (Best Bolt) until he came across a recording function. Then he realized what this must be.

“I understand. It should be something like a journal, but instead of writing it by hand, you speak directly to it. Interesting invention, not bad for humans...”

And then, after clearing his throat and hitting the 'Record' button, he began to speak.

“... Hello? ... I don't know how this works, but I will try to adapt. This is my first time using one of these... inventions. It's interesting, but... Hm? Wait, why is there a light that is blinking on the side? Okay... I'll try to fix it. I don't know how the recording is turned off...”

Sebek began to investigate what happened to the computer, and in that time he wasn't seeing suddenly the counter of 0 that appeared on the side of the recording screen went up to 1, then to 2, and thus it began to rise. increasingly.

Once he finally fixed it, he returned to his starting position.

“Done. It was not a problem for me. What could I talk about today... Huh?”

As he was thinking, he suddenly saw an alert glow red on the screen, next to a speech bubble. Sebek brought the mouse to it and opened it, finding the words: "You can talk about anything you want."

“I understand. It even gives you suggestions... What a useful program... I'll talk a bit about myself in that case.” Despite this, Sebek decided not to speak the names of anyone he named... for his own sake. He didn't want to be embarrassed later if he listened to his own diary... “Right now I don't live with my family, so to speak. It's not that I get on badly with them at all; I went away to study and to fulfill my duties and my work. So now I'm living somewhere else, surrounded by... ahem, people. However, the ones I am closest to are... the family of a person I have known since childhood.”

He leaned back in the chair.

“One of them treats me almost as if I were his son, and sometimes I think he cares too much about me and pampers me too much. He has taught me so many things, and I feel that every day I learn a little more from him. I respect him a lot... although he sometimes takes advantage of me and plays practical jokes on me. I don't know if he wants me to feel comfortable and enjoy all of this despite being away from my family... or he just wants to play with me. He left me all this... equipment to test it and 'have fun'. Hum. I think once again he was right. His advice is always helpful.”

He made a mental note that he should thank Lilia.

“And then there is... the one who is the only person my age who has always been by my side. He is a very decisive... person, and too calm, I'll say. That is what makes him fail so much in many things. However... he is the person I have been with the most since children, and despite his failures and the fact that we argue so many times... he is very important to me. We do not consider ourselves nor have we called ourselves 'friends' before, rather it is that in addition to being one of the same rank as me, he is my rival and someone I like to continually surpass. I think he may feel the same way.”

For some reason he was saying things that surprised even him. He had never spoken so openly about Silver. How was this happening? Was he so comfortable talking to himself...?

“And there is someone else, who is who I am doing all this for and for whom I strive every day. He is the most incredible being I have ever met. Always correct, with the greatest power I have ever seen, diligent, perfect... It is directly my reason for being, I am SURE of it. I want to become stronger for him and be by his side to serve him whenever he needs me. I'm lucky that someone like him recognized my worth. He is my role model... Although...”

He bit his lip.

“... I think I'm not good enough to help him, protect him, and still be worthy. But I will be. Not because I started showing results later than others am I going to give up. That is something I am not going to do. I want to make the world see that I can become the best in my course... No; the best ever. And prove that he was not wrong with me. It doesn't matter where you come from, whose son you are, or if your power came to light sooner or later... WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS YOUR PASSION, AND STRIVE EVERY DAY TO KEEP WALKING!”

After blurting that out with a big smile and clenched fists, he soon realized that he had lost his composure a bit. He returned to his starting position, clearing his throat.

“... Ahem. For now I feel like I'm on the right track to achieve that goal. The first step is to be the best in my course. Or so I think. The people I... hang out with, from the same course as me are... peculiar. There is one who seems to be pursuing the same goal as me. But he still has a lot left. I notice conviction in his words but I don't see any improvement in his studies. However, he is stronger than I expected at first, and he excels at P.E. There's another... thing who wants to become the best too, but... I'm not even going to talk about him. That one is a lost case. There are two more who instead appear to be quite normal, but one only seems to have an interest in one thing, and the other... honestly, I don't know what to think of him, but he's very strong. And besides the four of them there is a... person who does not seem to want to improve on anything at all. Or rather, he doesn't seem to have an interest in it. But he is not an idiot, rather he seems like one, and I have learned from other sources that when he proposes it to him, he is capable of being the best student in his class. Perhaps he is the most suitable to call him a 'rival' among them. Although as long as he continues to seem so bored of everything that comes his way, there should be no problem... He also shouldn't like me too much. Although he keeps talking to me. He is an interesting guy.”

Sebek then took a breath to talk about the last person he was missing, after talking about Deuce, Grim, Epel, Jack and Ace.

“And lastly there is this… ahem, person, that came along all of a sudden. They doesn't have the capacity to be here, but they somehow got in and we're on the same course. When I learned of their existence, I felt that I had tried very hard to get here, while they had a special ability, although not the one that everyone else possesses, was able to enter without problems. It was unfair. I have ever thought that they were making fun of everyone.” He paused. For some reason, even though he had blurted it out, he didn't feel good about himself... Was that the whole truth...? It was then that he recalled certain moments that he spent with them from then on. “... But they are very clumsy. I feel like I have to be there to hold them if they falls. Studying with them is not unpleasant, they are capable to follow my advice and understand things quickly. I do not dislike those who strive to achieve their goals...”

Another notification appeared on the side of the screen. Sebek stopped speaking, a half smile adorning his face, and looked at the message, taking advantage of the stop in his monologue. Would it be another suggestion from the program...?

“How beautiful is love.”

The boy jumped.

“WHAT?! NO!!” He yelled at the screen, totally flushed. “H-How can a program say these things?! This is a joke?!”

The notifications came out again and Sebek managed to read some.

“Program? What are you talking about man?”

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with you liking someone, I support you!!!”

“Is Story Time over? I was really enjoying listening to you, Best Bolt”

“I have become a fan of yours! Will you talk about more things another day?”

“Your words are very inspiring!♡”

“Best Bolt u r the BEST!”

Sebek began to check the screen, and saw that next to a symbol that represented an eye appeared the number "5000".

5000... eyes?

WERE THERE 5000 PEOPLE LISTENING TO HIM AT THAT TIME ?!

“Hey. Did you listen to Best Bolt the other day on this popular app with podcasts that premier live?” Ace asked, as he ate his burger.

Sebek stopped eating when he heard that.

“No, but I have heard people talk about him to class people. He seemed interesting” Said Epel.

“I had listened to podcasts, but few that talked about personal life... And he spoke so calmly and in such a sincere and focused way... I wish I could do something like that” Deuce commented. Epel smiled at him, he felt the same way.

“I don't know who you're talking about” said Jack confused. (Y/n) and Grim were just like him.

“He cut the recording suddenly the other day, something may have happened to his PC... But hey, if he comes back I'll let you know for sure.”

Sebek ate without saying anything, next to them, who were talking so happily about Best Bolt, until...

“Sebek, youuuu... well, I don't even know why I ask, in Diasomnia you all are very old-fashioned, right? You don't use technology much... except Lilia-senpai.” Ace started to say, looking at him.

Sebek tried to avoid him as best he could.

“HUH?! A-Ah... No, n-no, I don't have interest in that kind of human-made things...”

“Heee... Well, I'll let you know when Best Bolt comes back anyway. Maybe it surprises you.”

“Y-Yes, okay, thank you” He replied, looking away... where he met the watchful gaze of (Y/n), quite close to his face.

“Sebek, are you okay?”

That was the last straw. Sebek quickly rose from his chair.

“PERFECTLY! AND NOW IF YOU ALL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO SEE HOW THE YOUNG MASTER IS!”

And with that said, the boy ran towards the exit, while everyone else looked at him.

“... Hey now that I think about it, doesn't Best Bolt look a bit like Sebek? That way of speaking, and everything he said...”

“Ha, ha. Good one, Deuce.”

[tokugou]

Hi. First: I love your GIFs! They're pleasing to see on my dash (and sometimes gives me niggling ideas for creating GIFs of my own but almost never do it cuz procrastination and my creativity sucks haha 😅)! Please keep creating! <3

Second, genuine question (and out of curiosity): Why do you self reblog your posts often? People can see your posts on their dash, and even on the search thingy. The search thingy doesn't let people see your self-reblogs (just the original post). Even though I've kinda been on and off of Tumblr for years, I don't really get how it works, so I'm a bit confused as to why you and other bloggers self-reblog your/their own posts?

You don't have to answer if you don't want to, though! I'm just genuinely confused and I don't know who/where else to ask/search 😅. Thanks in advance! Have a nice day! <3

I honestly don't know what I did to get dragged into this discourse

Thank you for polite question, I honestly don't know if I can help you a lot and if my answer will explain it as you expect. I also was on and off tumblr for a long time and often, but I can answer it based on my own experience on this becasue it was confusing to me too when I first met with self reblogging.

Long reply under read more so to not trash other people' dash

first of all self promotion isn't a bad thing and i'm staring to think some of people here see it as a crime

compared to old one nowday t/mblr is a mess, lot of people left this site and most of them were content creators (either artists or gifmakers) and back then it seemd more welcoming to editors? People would rb your stuff no matter your popularity becasue hey it is content from my fav series i wanna see more i wanna keep it on my blog and show it to others so there was no need for people to self reblog becasue it circulated around a lot on its own.

new people who join this app are raised on i/stagram t/itter and/or f/book where LIKES means everything, you show your support by liking posts THIS NOT APPLY TO TUMBLR AND NEVER DID [you can check this amazing post about rebloging]. As nice as it is to get likes on your post becasue it is like a pat on a head - it is only a pat, doesn't mean anything on a long run. Reblog = spreading. If people don't spread it we stay unnoticed and we tend to self reblog more.

another thing that changed is: people no longer scroll from top to the last post they saw before going to sleep, cos why would they? You wake up in the morning open app while eating breakfast or drinking coffee and you sroll past ten or twenty post or an equivalent of hour or two of your absence - you dont go deeper cos it would be a waste of time - again, I say USUALLY, some ppl still do this and it is ok either way - which leads us to main point of self/reblog:

DIFFERENCE in TIME ZONE not all of our followers live in the same time-zone, when I post something in my free time it doesn't mean others have it too, most of them are probably sleeping or in working place at that hour. We self reblog so people who were absent (and we think might be interested in - becasue why not? they follow us for a reason right?) can see it when they get back on here. By reblogging ourself multiple times, that puts the post back on the follower’s dash and hopefully gives them a chance to see it.

most of people follow ton of blogs (one of my friend I met here told me they follow over 1k blogs) imagine even half of these blogs posting regulary, a few things per hour, the dash is messy and crowded OUR EDITS TEND TO GET LOST IN IT. Most of people follow a lot of blogs and might miss our posts becaue their dashes are WAY more active than these who follow five or ten blogs.

t/mblr fandoms aren't welcoming to new creators in my experience, to get notes you need to be popular/have lot of followers but you can't have lot of them if your posts aren't spread/seen and so on and so on it go in circle (a lot of ppl also only reblog popular posts and avoid these with litte of notes - don't know why it is like this, maybe they think these posts are suspicious?) so with self reblog we also give some of these fake notes to make a post more appealing, i guess? this one is just speculation.

the search function you mentioned is very rarely used tbh people don't go to search for things daily, they usually only do this when they join new series/ship/etc to check if there is something. People usually stick to what they see on their dashes. AND most importantly this option doesn't work as it should. It is some type of algoritm that promote post that are alive/active - even if your post is relativy new it might not show in search becasue it died quickly (as if it wasn't interacted with for some time). With search option it is 50/50 your thing either show there or not. ALSO REMEMBER search option is a terrible promoted thingy that doesn't show you everything so you better stick to /tagged/ thing you can enter manually while on dash if you are using web t/mblr.

people no longer go straight to specific blogs to check if they missed something, they might do it for their besties (as they call it) but other than that DASH is all people see and focus on, so the more often content creators self/reblog the higher chance followrs will see it.

we are not paid for what we do and it come to everything: edits, gifs, arts, writing, video and META POST we are not paid for it and no matter how many people say notes are just numbers these numbers are our motivational payment, the less you get the less you create because you just don't feel the point of sharing your creations if it is not received well or at all.

when I started posting I used to post new content daily even twice a day, nowdays seeing most of my edits not being well recieved in fandom I lost motivation to the point I was thinking of quiting because it didn’t give me joy anymore and I'm still considering it.

I personally never felt bothered seeing self rebbloged post, I follow a bunch of content creators, some of them sr twice a day some each hour, some more or less often. It often helped me to see something I would missed becasue I wasn't here and personally it often give me joy to see the post I remember seeing that had 2 notes when I rb it and now it is 500 or more.

to anyone who read it and still think self reblog is a bother: do not tell people to stop self reblogging. If you genuinely have a problem with self reblogging, just unfollow or block the person who does it and don’t make a fuss over it!

I hope I managed to answer you at least partly? I probably lost the point somewhere between first sentence and second but... well

[jessicaroffe]

You know when you have an idea of ​​nothing and you share it with your friend and she tells you that the idea is very interesting? my friend and I had an idea of ​​what a crossover between Sherlolly and Good Omens would be like. We are still working on the chapters but I brought you something to get an idea of ​​what it would be.

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Between Heaven and Hell

1.

He placed the book in its respective space on the library shelf, sighed in satisfaction as he admired the shelf and saw it well organized, he was proud of his work and one of his greatest treasures; he heard the bell at the entrance of the establishment ring, walked to the free space he had at the entrance of the library seeing Miguel and Gabriel standing like real dizzy cockroaches, Aziraphale felt sorry for his brothers when they walked on Earth, as they did not know about human customs they knew how to behave and when they "tried" to deceive mortals it was very weird.

Gabriel spoke up -We came to deliver a .....

-Fanfic! -Michael added.

-Exactly, fanfic.

Everyone present at the place looked at the two as if they had mental problems, Aziraphale looked around in embarrassment.

-P-please come with me. - went to a reserved area of ​​the place, when Aziraphale confirmed that there would be no one around Gabriel started.

–We received reliable information that the incarnation of Eve and Adam are here in the city.

Such information surprised the angel, Eve and Adam were their first mission on Earth after they left and never heard from him again, the news was really unexpected.

-That ... it's ... it's good ... isn't it?

-Go if they come to the light side. -Miguel replied with pride talking about heaven.

-It was just that? -Aziraphale asked hopefully.

–Aziraphale, you as a good child of God must know that just as the actions of Adam and Eve had an effect in the past, they can have an effect again now, perhaps more drastically than before, there is a prophecy that says that if Eve is not influenced by correctly, chaos on Earth can occur and only the love of your life, Adam, can save you. –Gabriel added.

At that moment Aziraphale was already wondering why Gabriel and Miguel were telling him that, he was going to have to do something, he sure would.

-You have been here on Earth for a long time and have always been efficient in your work, we will give you the mission of making the two stay together, so that chaos does not occur, we had to take such measures, because the opposite side decided to act and interfere with the natural line of events and sent a demon to do the job. –Miguel explained.

-So I will be a cupid?

–What is a cupid? -Gabriel asked.

-Nothing, forget it.

–Anyway. -Gabriel snapped his fingers and a folder appeared in his hand. -We found out the whereabouts of the two and they are here in London, another reason why it was you, their names are Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes, all the details of them will be here.

Gabriel handed the folder to Aziraphale, before leaving the folder in full possession of the angel he warned him.

-We trust you Aziraphale. -The angel swallowed, a little terrified by the subtended threat, he knew that this mission was not just any one, peace on Earth depended on him which worried him, because if the punishments failed, they would be severe.

Gabriel and Miguel left the room and the first one shouted.

–Thanks for my fanfics!

Aziraphale leaned against a table he had there to process the information, what did he get into? He soon remembered that he would be fighting with a demon who would be there to disrupt his plans, he took a deep breath.

-I just hope that the demon is not Crowley.

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Molly promised herself that she would get back on top with her passion for Sherlock, she would move on and meet other people, she was never a woman to have many dates, she also didn't want to appeal to modern relationship apps, so she thought an agency that held meetings in the dark, made the registration by email, made its due demands regarding the person who would have the meeting, the man could be a little older, nothing more than five years older than her, who had a good musical taste, a good conversation, and was red, yes, red! Molly had even thought that the best way to forget someone who doesn't return their affection for her would be to cut off any resemblance to the next one, no dark brown hair then.

On the day of the meeting he left the office at Bart's and went straight home, he wanted to have at least a few extra hours to get ready calmly, this was his first date after he broke up with Tom, which in the case had been two years since do not go out with someone, I was not nervous, it was something different, perhaps an anxiety, I hoped that those who knew today could give you a thread of hope.

She chose a red skirt and a white blouse with cherries as prints, as it was summer in London, she didn’t need a coat or something, she did light makeup and styled her hair with a braid on the side of her head and her inseparable ponytail, picked up her bag and headed for the meeting place. On the way he wondered if it was the right thing to do, had he not given up on Sherlock more easily? He had already demonstrated a few times that he cared about his feelings, but she couldn't wait for miracles to come from him, there were times when she asked God to send her concrete signs that what she felt for him will one day be reciprocated “maybe not this time. life. ”, the chestnut thought a little discouraged.

Upon arriving at the restaurant where the meeting would take place, he introduced himself and asked the attendant if the person who booked the table with her had already arrived, as the establishment was a partner of the agency, all the attendants were already used to the routine of the place, he led to the round wooden table with a U-shaped sofa where an apparently tall red-haired man with dark glasses (who covered the entire side view not showing any crack in his eyes) then he saw Molly's presence and soon stood up .

"Hello!" Said Crowley excitedly. "You owe me company tonight," he finished by kissing Molly's hands.

- Hello, - he said a little embarrassed. - I'm Molly Hopper and you are?

- Anthony J. Crowley, at your service.

While talking Molly found Crowley very interesting, enigmatic with those sunglasses (which she really didn't know why he was wearing this time of night, would remind me to ask him later), funny, talking about things as interesting as if had lived thousands of years.

- So Molly, what do you do with your life?

- I'm a pathologist at St Bartholomew's Hospital.

- Wow. It must be a difficult job.- he said smiling.

- Until not, the dead are not the problem, the living that appear there wanting information or sometimes clues. Molly said and took a sip of the wine in her glass.

- And this guy would be a coworker or ex boyfriend ?!

Molly laughed at Crowley's questioning and shook her head.

- No, no, let's say he's more like a co-worker than anything else.

Well, if I can say something, he's an idiot. He doesn't really know what he's missing. ”Crowley smiled seductively and Molly bit her bottom lip and let a red appear on her face.“ I don't know about you, but here's boredom, come on.

Crowley got up leaving the money on the table, Moly was confused by his sudden action, but decided to follow him.

-Where are we going? Hooper questioned.

-You must spend a lot of time inside a morgue that doesn't do any good to anyone, let's have fun, do you dance?

"I'm not much of a thing," Molly said sincerely and found it too crazy for a first date in the dark.

- No problem. I'll teach you. Come on.- the redhead held out his hand to Molly who accepted.

Outside Crowley, he made his way to his car. Molly was feeling like a real adventure, a mixture of fear and excitement was running through her blood, she barely knew the guy next to her and they were already going to a nightclub, what if he were to traffic her? Or drug her and leave her on the street? "Stop paranoia Molly" Molly scolded herself in thought.

- So, how do we go to this nightclub you talked about?

 

- Let's go in my car. - The taller looked at Molly, at that moment curiosity hit her, she imagined what such a car would be like an ordinary car like all the others, but when Crowley approached a Bentley Molly she couldn't help but show surprise! - Then? What did you think? - is leaned against the car.

- He's very, very different.

- Is this different good or bad?

- It's a very good different. I never rode such a model.

- Feel free, miss. Crowley opened the door and pointed into the car like a real gentleman.

-Thanks.

As soon as he closed the passenger door he went around and got into the driver's side.

“So where's this club at?” Asked Molly.

- Stay in Soho, I discovered this place a few years ago.

- Hmm looks cool.

Upon arriving at the nightclub that was packed with songs from the 70s and 80s and with all the themed decor of those decades, with lights, a dance floor and everything else that was entitled to a themed nightclub.

Crowley took Molly's hand and led it to the center of the floor where he was playing “Night Fever” by

Bee Gees and making a few steps the redhead approached as if calling to join him in the roar of the music.

- Wow, I ... I like to take a few steps but I'm not much of a thing.- Molly said sincerely and found it very crazy for a first date in the dark.

- No problems! I teach you! Come on.- the redhead held out his hand for Molly to rise from the table.

Crowley insisted on paying the dinner bill and then headed out of the restaurant.

- So, how do we go to this nightclub you talked about?

 

- Let's go in my car. - The taller looked at Molly, at that moment she did not know what to expect, imagined that it would be an ordinary car like all the others, but when Crowley approached an old car model Molly can't help but show surprise! - Then?! What did you think? - is leaned against the car.

- Wow! He's very, very different.

- Is this different good or bad?

- It's a very good different. I never rode such a model.

- Feel free, miss. Crowley opened the door and pointed into the car like a real gentleman.

-Thanks.

As soon as he closed the passenger door he went around and got into the driver's side.

“So where's this club at?” Asked Molly.

- Stay in Soho, I discovered this place a few years ago.

- Hmm looks cool.

Upon arriving at the nightclub that was packed with songs from the 70s and 80s and with all the thematic decoration of those decades, with lights, a dance floor and everything else that was entitled to a themed nightclub.

Crowley took Molly's hand and led it to the center of the floor where he was playing “Night Fever” by

Bee Gees and making a few steps the redhead approached as if calling to join him in the roar of the music.

It was not possible to notice that they were being watched by a certain consultant detective who was sitting on the other side of the establishment.

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The question now is this ... Does this fic have a future? I'm dying to know your opinion.

[punkscowardschampions]

Hathor & Sekhmet

Hathor: About to slap myself so you'll feel it Hathor: wherever you are ain't where you should be Sekhmet: what im sleep Sekhmet: 😴😴😴 Hathor: wake up 👊🏽 Hathor: you asked me to meet you, remember? Sekhmet: I think that's tomorrow Sekhmet: I said Wednesday, right Hathor: That's today Hathor: you blackout past Tuesday? Sekhmet: You're joking Sekhmet: well then, that means I've got a deadline I gotta meet and not a whole lot of time for brunch dates Hathor: you're joking Hathor: I cancelled on a fine boy for you Sekhmet: it's so early you got time to hit it back Sekhmet: I know I didn't tell you I'd meet you at the crack of dawn Hathor: you didn't and you're late af still Sekhmet: chill sis, I'll make it up to you Hathor: yeah Hathor: anyone else'd be offended you don't ever want to have a sober conversation Hathor: but I'll see you in the club Sekhmet: girl, chill 😂 Sekhmet: how fine was he that you're all kinds of vexed with me Sekhmet: don't even care how I'm gonna make it up to you, oh my days 🥴🍆🧠 for real Hathor: he's got prospects, I'm not saying any more than that if you're not coming out 👅 Hathor: I'll care how you're gonna make it up when you next show up for real Sekhmet: ugh! living up to your name 🐮 Sekhmet: bitch I'm busy 😏 the juggle is real Hathor: you know I don't say that shit lightly except once in a blue moon, however fine a lad be looking Hathor: but if you don't wanna hear it Sekhmet: is he 🧑🏾🧑🏿 Hathor: 🥛 Hathor: nobody is more surprised than me Sekhmet: 👏🙌 yay Sekhmet: I told you, white boys are the best Sekhmet: they treat us like 👸 Hathor: It's his Irish accent tricking me Hathor: I gotta take a trip back and cure myself Sekhmet: awh, you're homesick, precious Sekhmet: now it makes sense why you wanna tie me down Hathor: can barely understand him he's from so far north, more likely that Sekhmet: throwback 📟 📠 📺 📻 Hathor: get the psych dept to pull their shrink shit on me about it Sekhmet: You wanna be just like Vee, sorted Sekhmet: take my PhD now 💁 Hathor: be more disrespectful! first you stand me up and then put that out there Sekhmet: 🤭 you've got a ways to go, even if you're rolling mad extra today Hathor: I didn't ask 👼🏽💘 to 🎯 me up in the 🍑 Hathor: got my own things I'm busy with Sekhmet: love is magic 💖 Sekhmet: don't be complaining in my inbox when I'm tragically single Hathor: I've been serving and swerving him for long enough I thought I'd succeeded, there's the complaint Sekhmet: 🙄 you can't ❌ feelings bitch Hathor: white boys are a different animal, I ❌ the fear of Sekhmet: 😍😍😍 Hathor: I'm not here to be treated like a 👸🏽 if that's one step away from being called 'exotic' Hathor: there's nothing sexy about a power imbalance Sekhmet: most girls would disagree, babe Sekhmet: why do you wanna be run of the mill every day when we been #blessed with this 🔥 Sekhmet: all black guys wanna chat about is my light-skin privilege and their black man struggles, I can't 🥱 Hathor: fetishization like that ain't foreplay I'm interested in Hathor: 👑 me for other reasons than my melanin Sekhmet: insecurities SNAPPED, I'm sure he likes you for more than your skin, you crazy Hathor: he likes me for how I pour measures rn Sekhmet: racial Sekhmet: that's why everyone likes you 💃💃💃 Hathor: on account of being a poor student not Northern Irish, don't be biting the hand that feeds your blackouts Sekhmet: my white boys always pay Hathor: #blessed innit Sekhmet: 👸😇 tings Hathor: which white boy you with ignoring your deadline then? Sekhmet: whoever it is they've gone to work Sekhmet: but they left a 💳 with their cute note so I know I'm in a good postcode still 🙏 Hathor: so come meet me and spare mine, that's the right thing to do Sekhmet: just 'cos it's good doesn't mean I'm not lost still, damn Sekhmet: hold on and let me get dressed and get my bearings Hathor: if your phone ain't drained I can use it to get your bearings while you serve a look Sekhmet: who doesn't have a charger in their hoe 👜 PLEASE Hathor: you didn't know what day it was, can't blame me for 👶🏽ing Sekhmet: where would I be without you 😘 Sekhmet: mum hasn't phoned me in ages actually, it's so rude Sekhmet: I missed the last few but still Hathor: I hit her with your highlights, creatively Hathor: like how I won't mention a white boy making me feel like a baby 🐮 that can't walk Sekhmet: 😶😶 Sekhmet: dad would 😥 Hathor: and she'll 🙌🏽 harder than you've done Sekhmet: facts are facts Sekhmet: look at her dad, Vee's... Hathor: cliches are tired and stereotypes are damaging Sekhmet: @ your white boy with the 👋 then booboo Sekhmet: I think dad's in town working today, you wanna come for dinner with us? 🥂 Hathor: he's not mine to command in or out 👅 Hathor: yeah 🍾 will help Sekhmet: I'll teach you Hathor: those twin stereotypes are damaging too, like Sekhmet: oh hush, I only tried to 💋 you ONE time and we were like babies and that boy was the first great love of my life Sekhmet: anyway, you're like hot but not my types type these days, you know Hathor: that boy was trash Hathor: you levelled up fast though Sekhmet: awh, don't be rude, I have fond memories Hathor: I have loads of him trying to ask me out at the same time Sekhmet: oh yeah Sekhmet: I forgot that happened Sekhmet: his hair was gorgeous though Hathor: it was Sekhmet: good times Sekhmet: my new guy, not this one, the actual one, looks like old school Leo, I SWEAR Hathor: Yeah? Sekhmet: like Leo and a bit of River and Ryan Philippe in Cruel Intentions Sekhmet: 🥰🥰🥰 Hathor: love of your life material Sekhmet: definitely Sekhmet: he's a trader in the city and his apartment is 😱😱😱 Hathor: what's the age range this time? Sekhmet: he's only 26, it's mad how successful he is already Hathor: he sounds like the full 🎟 Hathor: any catch? Sekhmet: only technically Hathor: technically he's a 🤖? Sekhmet: ha, he totally has the stamina of one Sekhmet: he can keep up with me, almost 😉 Hathor: 👌🏽 he's perfect Hathor: fucking hell Sekhmet: no need to be jealous when you're 🥰 yourself Sekhmet: what does he look like? Hathor: Tall enough Hathor: more like a 🥊 than a 👼🏻 Sekhmet: you really do wanna do great grandpa Sekhmet: jk, he sounds so you Hathor: he does work for the main brewery that supplies us, maybe I do Hathor: Jesus Christ Sekhmet: 😂😬 processing that Sekhmet: not really though, every boy I've ever dated has been like dad, it's unavoidable tbh 💁 Hathor: in our postcode nobody's trying very hard to be anything else Hathor: 💰💳💎🍾 Sekhmet: why would they? Hathor: they wouldn't and they aren't, it'd be terrifying for any of those boys to step out Sekhmet: 🙄 you aren't going to throw yourself down a ladder when you're at the top, babe Hathor: wouldn't kill them to give other people a hand up though, they just act like it Sekhmet: 🥱 when's your deadline? Hathor: my work's done Sekhmet: then button it, loser Sekhmet: you wanna eat out on this nice rich boy's 💳 Hathor: ETA of 15 on getting to you Hathor: you best 🚿 Sekhmet: way ahead of you 🛀 Sekhmet: door's unlocked, our breakfast will hopefully be on the table when you get here Sekhmet: love ubereats Hathor: 🙌🏽 Sekhmet: you can bring it through, the view in this bathroom is immense Sekhmet: thought getting the driver to bring it to the tub was unlikely Hathor: he probably would but it's unlikely I'd recover from walking in on it Sekhmet: 😘 Sekhmet: do fuck with an asian boy Hathor: you don't know he will be Hathor: might not even be a lad Hathor: but if it is, guarantee they'll send the most unexpected one Sekhmet: it usually is, your stereotypes be damned Hathor: what are you gonna bet? Sekhmet: the Belgian 🧇s Hathor: you're on Sekhmet: sometimes you shock me with how green you are, Hath Hathor: back to putting disrespect on me, what a nice truce while it lasted, like Sekhmet: I mean, you know I can see the driver on my app, babe Sekhmet: no points for guessing where Hassan is from Sekhmet: you can have the 🧇s anyway Hathor: you know I can read your thoughts, the playing field is level Hathor: and anyway I like green, that's my boy's eye colour Sekhmet: been gazing into them longingly across the bar have we🤭 Hathor: maybe Sekhmet: so cute Sekhmet: hope this one doesn't have a fiancee Sekhmet: or a maid who thinks we've broken in Hathor: if he does he better break that eye contact with me Sekhmet: I meant Mr Black Card, don't worry Sekhmet: he's a student, yeah? he won't be Hathor: he's only got a year on us, I don't predict an engagement Sekhmet: yeah, doubt it Hathor: outside of our family people aren't usually that extra Sekhmet: some of the asian internationals are but they usually cheat if their intended ain't here yet so Hathor: Yeah Sekhmet: what even does an engagement mean anyway Sekhmet: not much, right Hathor: a flash 💍 Hathor: what's my course teaching me if I don't know the statistics on how often a wedding follows? Hathor: shows how outdated it is Sekhmet: he gives me that anyway Hathor: I'd take a phone number and be happy with it for now Hathor: but it's probably the party and that whole flex too, right? Sekhmet: the dress Sekhmet: but it's irrelevant if it doesn't happen, like you said Hathor: 🎁🎁 even if it doesn't if people bring them for the engagement as well, but you're not going short of any Sekhmet: right Sekhmet: 😥 if you need a wedding for attention Hathor: Jay's birth mum QUAKING Sekhmet: omg I bet that's EXACTLY what his fiancee is like Hathor: does he ever speak about her? Sekhmet: obviously not Sekhmet: but she must never come up from wherever they're from because I'm like ALWAYS over so Hathor: maybe she doesn't know about this place Hathor: old school Sekhmet: Who knows Sekhmet: can't be my problem Hathor: Yours is the day you've missed, like Hathor: what's the assignment? Sekhmet: design some sportswear line Sekhmet: got to get the sketches in by 5, but all I ordered for me was a shit ton of coffee, it'll be fine Hathor: more productive if I stay or go? Sekhmet: you've already missed your date, you may as well stay Hathor: okay Hathor: am the sportier one Sekhmet: how are you 😂 Hathor: ⚽⛹🏽🚴🏽🥊 Hathor: why dad loves me more than you Sekhmet: now I know you're talking nonsense 😏 Hathor: True, he loves Vee and she never gets off her chaise Sekhmet: and she doesn't even love him back Hathor: poor dad Sekhmet: yeah Hathor: what time's dinner with him? Sekhmet: I'll ask him when he wants to go Hathor: about to come up, so whatever you were planning for Hassan, this is me Sekhmet: regrettably noted