#genuinely i had so much time to do my homework and prepare

[kingkat12]

how i look at myself knowing i spent too many hours writing fanfiction and now i’m not prepared for college tmrw

[moralchampion]

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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ꒱ 김동현

summary : you and your boyfriend were truly opposites, but the saying has always been that they attract, hasn’t it?

genre : fluff, leehan x afab!reader, college!au, slice of life tws : language, zombies (yeah..), pet names, mentions of not eating (could be linked to a eating disorder but also idrk) author notes : cringe couple alert (that should be me) word count : 1.4k

your hands were covered in clay, grey-brown coating your skin. you could feel the uncomfortable, but familiar feeling of it drying on your wrists, and you were glad you wore something you were okay with getting messy; because today you had done so many pieces, you were covered in muck.

you had just finished a vase, the bottom a thick sphere, tapering off as it furthered to the top. you spread the wire, after picking it up from beside you, and ran it along the stone. you picked it up carefully, grabbing the damp sponge to smooth out any finger prints.

pottery was your hobby, and you were glad you majored in art. you loved doing pieces on the wheel, and you loved sculpting unconventional things. it never felt like homework to do, and you often found yourself forgetting all about time and spending hours in the schools basement; dusty and dirty, haired tied back, back and shoulders sore, and sweats caked over.

that being said, you also often forgot to have meals as collateral to your happiness, spend time with your friends, and do things that people would deem normal. you hated the saying that you weren’t like other girls but truthfully you’d rather be in this dimly lit room than a club, like the people your age were.

but there was also one person who refused to let you starve to death in this poorly decorated room. and truthfully, he hated the flashing lights just as much, if not more than you did.

“y/n,” you looked up, a smile plastering to your features at the sight of your boyfriend who had been doing work on his computer waiting for you to finish for the last however long. “you’re done?” you nodded, moving the piece to the side, preparing to take it over by your others waiting to get glazed and fired. “it’s pretty.”

“i was thinking about painting little fishes on it and putting it inside our apartment after it gets graded, what do you think?”

“only if you eat first.” he stated, making you laugh in response. “going to die in this ugly place one day, y/n. i swear i’m going to find your body, and that wheel’s still going to be spinning.”

you walked over to the sink, opting to listen as you felt your stomach growl at the thought of eating something for, maybe, the second time today.

“my girlfriend would be a zombie, oh my god, an artsy zombie. wait, what does that even mean?”

you tried your best to scrape the clay from under your nails, however you both were used to finding it in weird places—laughing about it like it was an inside joke.

“actually, i think you might be hot like that. imagine all the rotting skin—you’d never have to do skincare ever again because it’d be falling off all the time—messy hair, but i think you’d hate this being your forever ghost outfit.”

you made a grossed-out face at his obvious jokes; however if he had said this to, or around, anyone else, it would’ve seemed genuine due to his monotone nature and straight face.

“you’re so strange, donghyun. if zombies were your type, i could’ve done my makeup differently.” you pinched his cheek with wet fingers. “but i love you anyways… even if you wouldn’t make a hot zombie.”

“what?” he exclaimed. “no way you think this!”

you were taken aback. “i didn’t know you were so serious about us being zombies… we could be a silly-little zombie couple if you want.” you giggled.

he scoffed. “how romantic, y/n. truly,”

“shut up.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “what’d you bring today?”

he took out a glass container; because he refused the plastic ones, saying something about the consumption of microplastics and fish long before you two had even entertained the idea of being in a relationship, to which you replied, save the turtles, and thrusted your fist in the air.

“leftovers from last night.” he stated, uncovering the pizza you two had shared over a couple episodes of game of thrones. you were late to the hype, but you liked the show nonetheless. he had fallen asleep on top of you after your hand had made its way into his shaggy hair, half an episode in, small snores echoing against the drama.

you two woke up on the couch in the morning.

“do you want me to heat yours up?” you questioned, motioning to the microwave that was probably older than either of you. “you know i’d rather have it cold as leftovers… but if you want me t—”

he took a bite, focusing back on his laptop. “don’t worry about it, love.”

you, too, took a bite. “what are you even working on?” you asked curiously, looking over his shoulder.

his face was inches from yours when he turned. “can you chew any louder in my ear?” you scoffed, pushing his head lightly to the side, and mocking an obnoxiously loud chew at him. it was probably the least sexy thing you could do. he laughed. “it’s my research final. twelve pages in. i’m writing about aquaculture and its impacts on the environment—did you know that they’re actually bigger than agriculture? not that either are greatly sustainable.”

you admired how different you two were, but you loved listening to him go on and on (and on) about the ocean and fish, even if you had no idea what anything truly meant. he really did suit being a marine biology major in your eyes. his enthusiasm was your enthusiasm.

you did love his little fishtank though. and despite him denying it, you knew he loved that you named them all.

“my final is much better than yours,” you laughed, watching his eyebrows furrow behind his glasses. “all i have to do is make a couple pots—which we’re gonna use for our herb garden after! our green onions and garlic are getting so big!” you cooed. “i was thinking about using their old pots for our basil and rosemary plants, do you think that they would work?”

he took his last bite, using both hands to type now. “i think that would be fine, love.”

“and we can use our new vase as our table centerpiece? your mom’s going to come over for dinner soon, i think she’d like it—maybe i’ll make her one.”

he knew that once you put your mind to it, there was no stopping you. “i’ll get you some pretty flowers for both of them.” he was just glad that you had eaten something before the idea popped into your head.

you pondered. “what’s her favorite color, baby? do you think i should make her a couple mugs or a vase? or a cutesy little plate collection? or a pot? fuck it, i’ll just do them all, she has a gar—”

“y/n,” he cut your ramble off. “you’ve already made her a cutesy plate collection for christmas, and a mug for mother’s day, and a couple pots last semester.”

you pouted. “but those plates are deco—”

“make her the vase, love. her favorite color is purple.” he smiled sweetly. “i’ll help you paint it after you’re done turning it. we can give it to her as a slightly-early birthday present when she comes over, yeah?”

“we’ll get her calla lilly’s, right?” you pleaded.

his hand rested against your cheek, taking a break from the keyboard. “yes, and you can tell me all about the meaning while we stand in line.”

you grabbed his wrist. “great… now c’mon!” he eyed you as you pulled him up with you. “you made me watch that fish documentary with you the other day, so i’m going to show you how to make this vase now.”

“baby, i have three pages left,” he tried to compromise, but you blocked it out. “i’ll just help you paint it.”

“no,” you whined, which he found more adorable than annoying. “she’d love it so much more if you helped me spin it, don’t you think?”

he knew that there was no use arguing with you—after all if this whole art-thing didn’t work out, law had always been your alternative.

“fine,” he gave in, sitting down on the stool as you happily skipped over to grab him an apron and collect an adamant amount of clay. “but if i find clay inside my keyboard after this, you’re in for it.”

“terrified. so scared. i’m shaking in my boots, donghyun.” you shuddered playfully. “i guess you’ll actually get what you want if that happens—a zombie girlfriend—luckily for you, though, this zombie girlfriend of yours has a toothpick and a lot of love for her living boyfriend.”

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[delewlew]

coke with lemon: oscar piastri x hijabi black fem! reader

request: hi there I would love a make an request for Oscar and an hijabi reader where Oscar is a simp for her and Lando loves to be near her to annoy Oscar. Thank you. @animeandf1lover

warnings: none

authors note: thank you so much for the request! this is my first time writing for a hijabi reader so i hope i portrayed this respectfully. i did a bit of homework to make sure i was doing your request justice so i hope you enjoy it. if there's anything that is incorrect, offensive, disrespectful, etc please let me know immediately and i'll be more than willing to fix it. lastly, comments and messages are always appreciated and encouraged!

you were a friend of lando's and he'd told you about this guy he knew called oscar. every time lando brought this oscar up in conversation you were quick to shut it down, insisting that you didn't want to date anyone and your friend needed to stop trying to set you up. little did you know, oscar was the one asking for a chance to meet you.

you'd crossed paths at a party and you noticed him staring at you then looking away when he was caught. part of you thought it was creepy but then again why would lando invite a creep to his birthday party? so you approached him to see what his deal was.

rather quickly you came to the realization that he was the oscar lando had told you about- tall, brown hair with a side bang, kinda awkward, and australian.

you liked the way his eyes met yours then darted elsewhere every now and again when you spoke to him. the way his ears turned red and a smile fought its way onto his face when you laughed.

he'd asked if you wanted something to drink and you absentmindedly agreed without specifying what you wanted. so you just watched him from a distance and mentally prepared yourself for having to turn something away.

but then you noticed the bartender handed him two glasses and he handed you one, "it's just coke with lemon, is that alright?"

and when lando found you both talking he was quick to make it known that he'd been trying to make this happen for months. oscar was quick to shoo him off, "i think i see one of your lady friends looking for you over there. how about you go see if she's alright."

months passed and you and oscar had gone on a few dates, alternating between who picked the place.

he might be a little awkward but you both always end up having meaningful conversations without any problem.

he showed genuine interest in you and everything about you, asking you about your favorite things and committing them to memory.

you didn't know too much about f1, but you'd known some from being friends with lando. however, you became an expert within a week because you were just that interested in oscar.

he asked you to be his girlfriend one night after you'd texted him that you couldn't sleep so he came over and you went on a walk before he walked you back home.

lando took credit for orchestrating the entire thing the minute he found out and you and oscar just let him have it.

you noticed the the ways oscar showed his affection towards you like walking on the outside of the sidewalk, listening to you go on rants about that show you watch that he doesn't understand, opening doors for you especially in the car, giving you small gifts here and there just because.

he made the mistake of buying you flowers when he was out with lando once. he'd seen this bunch of pink and orange tulips and he grabbed them for you. lando assumed it was for a specific holiday or something but instead oscar reasoned that he was getting them because 'they reminded him of you'.

so when you received them lando was sitting there with a stupidly big smile and whispering to him, "why don't you tell y/n why you got her these lovely tulips."

oscar's face was beet red as he exhaled and admitted, "i thought they were beautiful which reminded me of you."

you found the whole thing adorable but oscar found it as a reason to avoid lando when he was doing anything for or with you.

complements aren't exclusive to 'you look beautiful' he tends to bring up things you wouldn't think someone would notice. like when he was asked about you by a host during a podcast and he highlighted that you were hardworking, determined, genuine, selfless, and that he loved your outlook on life.

lando was there for that one too....yes he was quick to send you a voice note mimicking oscar's accent and reciting word for word everything he said.

oscar tended to be very focused on race weekends but the second you let the nickname "ozzie" slip he was done for. absoultely anything you wanted or asked for was going to be given, all you had to do was bat your pretty little eyes and smile.

lando absolutely loved to bring it up, claiming that if you asked him to jump off a cliff that he'd do it. oscar couldn't deny it either all he could say was "why would she ask me to do that?"

the first time you held his hand he smiled the entire day, and yes it was a race day and yes it did in fact go viral, and yes lando didn't let him hear the end of it.

every single weekend the first thing you did was tell him how proud you were of his performance during the race.

it was evident when you'd seen him before press and when you hadn't because he was only ever smiley after seeing you.

and of course lando teased the hell out of him for it, insisting you stay by his side all the time to keep him in a constant good mood.

but he couldn't help it, he was in love and you were too.

[chrisweetheart]

apocalypse

mentions of sex, cursing

the popular mean girl is failing in her classes, her teacher forces her to hire a tutor otherwise she wouldn’t make it into her dream college, what happens when she accidentally falls in love with her tutor?

900+

“your lips, my lips, apocalypse”

7/100.

written in bright red with a circle around it on the front page of my maths paper. i sigh disappointingly and looked up at my teacher. he did not look impressed.

“i swear i tried my best this time!” i dishonestly stated, flapping my paper around and crossing my arms like a child. truthfully, i spent absolutely no time revising or studying for this test, i didn’t even know it was happening until i walked into my maths class a few weeks ago.

“you clearly aren’t trying hard enough, are you? this is your sixth fail in a row.” he said unhappily, “i have also not received any homework from you this week, it was due 2 days ago.” shit we had homework? i don’t understand the point of homework anyway, everyone just googles the answers or uses ai nowadays, including me, when i could be bothered to do it. which was never

“look, if you keep this up then your going to be looking at a rough future for you, young lady, these grades are not good enough to get you into the college of your dreams, miss.” mr adam’s exclaimed whilst neatly tidying up his desk for his next class. he sounded let down.

seriously? i knew i wasn’t doing great in school but i was sure i wasn’t doing that terribly. “look sir i’m sorry, i’ve just been so stressed and caught up with my cheerleading lately, i had no time to revise!”

“your education is more important than your cheerleading.” he stated, very matter-of-factly. i knew it wasn’t, cheerleading was my passion, i was good at it, so that meant i cared about it more, a lot more.

“whatever, i’ll start studying more.” i rolled my eyes discreetly, hoping he wouldn’t notice my annoyed tone.

“it’s too late for that now. i really would recommend you hire a tutor, i’m sure it would help you improve your grades greatly,” mr adam’s replied, his voice laced with genuine concern.

a tutor, are you kidding me? i burst out laughing, “are you serious? i can’t have a tutor, i would be the laughing stock of senior year!” as much as i hated school and didn’t care about my grades, i needed to be perceived as perfect, no one could know i’m secretly dumb. if anyone knew or saw me with a tutor my life would be ruined.

“i know your popularity is very important to you ma’am, but unfortunately you have no choice now i’m afraid. i will be setting you up with a tutor next week, be prepared.” he added and shooed me out his classroom without giving me a chance to complain.

𝜗𝜚

“your fucking kidding me!” i threw my arms up and frowned, about to have a tantrum as i looked down at my phone, staring, almost as if i couldn’t believe it’s true, at an email from mr adam’s.

“it’s okay! it wont be that bad i promise you!” my best friend, emma, stated trying to make me feel better. she knew full well it was absolutely not going to be okay. emma was the one person i could trust with my life, i had a bunch of “friends” but none of them i really liked, i knew they were all fake and using me for my popularity and money, emma would never do that. we are complete opposites but i think that’s what makes us click so well, she is a straight A+ student and has never missed a day of school. opposites attract after all.

“matthew sturniolo? who the fuck even is that? he sounds like a fucking geek with greasy hair and buck teeth! my life is completely ruined, shit!” i yelled out, wanting to collapse and breakdown in the middle of the school corridors.

“sturniolo..” emma said in deep thought, “i recognise that last name from somewhere,” she added gazing off into the distance. “oh wait! it’s those twins last names! you know, chris and nick?” emma blurted out.

chris was the most popular guy in school, i had a small meaningless thing with him when we were in sophomore year but i cut him off before he ever had the chance to fuck me, he probably has about every STD known to mankind, the way he runs through girls faster than i go through energy drinks. he was very attractive though i had to admit and had every single girl at his feet, begging to suck his dick.

nick was also very popular, but not for the same reasons as chris, nick was the one person every single girl in our year wanted to be friends with, he knew all the gossip about everything and everyone. he was also very enticing and basically every girl had a crush on him, although everybody would admire him from afar and not ever dare make a move since he didn’t swing that way.

“i wonder how matt is in relation to them, maybe a distant cousin?” i questioned, not expecting an answer or wanting an answer to be honest.

“i’m not sure, when is your first tutoring session?” emma asked quizzically, while taking books out of her locker and stuffing them messily into her bag.

“today after school in the library,” i groaned dramatically.

“i’ll make sure to keep you in my prayers, now i have to go, i can’t be late, love you!” emma smiled brightly at me and i waved back and sighed as she strutted away confidently, every boy staring at her, drool practically hanging from their lips the way they looked at her, like a predator looking at its prey.

this is going to be a long day.

@ CHRISWEETHEART

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[yourfavepookiebear]

This is my first time making a request so sorry if this makes no sense.

Self aware Twisted Wonderland with a player who randomly gets transported into their world. For Characters I was thinking about Azul, Malleus, Leona, and Riddle.

If this is too much you can ignore it.

A/n : This request has been sitting in my inbox for 2 months so I decided to finally answer it 😭 also sorry anon, for the extremely late reply 😅 for some reason I feel like I'm writing a fairytale for kids or sum lmao, also I wrote this while simultaneously doing my homework jsyk , it took me a lit to write this if you can tell, but can you tell I wrote this in 2 different days ?

Cw: Leona being lazy and a bit unhinged, bad writing, short asf, not proofread, Riddle kinning pomeranians and chihuahas, Malleus just being Malleus, ooc, inaccurate character depiction

It's the day after Yuu appeared in twisted wonderland, the second day of school. (It's been a long time since I last played or read twisted wonderland so bear with me) for plot purposes and diversity, each character will have slightly different plot, like time and place.

◇ Leona Kingscholar

It was just another irritating day for Leona, as he was sleeping in the botanical gardens, skipping class as usual. His tail swished left to right, as he tried to fall asleep. For some reason though, much to his annoyance, he couldn't fall asleep. Normally he had no problem dozing off, but today was different. He grits his teeth and glares at air particles, then he sits upright and stares at a random direction. Suddenly he hears footsteps, and the familiar voice of Ruggie approaching his location.

Leona rolls his eyes just as Ruggie emerges, not even sparing him a glance. Ruggie sighs and walks towards Leona

"Hey Leona, I got your sandwich"

Ruggie then hands him a sandwich and glances at him

"What's wrong ? You seem pretty down-in-the-dumps today. Not that you're usually a ray of sunshine, but still."

Leona just huffs and plucks some grass from the ground, then answers

"I can't sleep."

Ruggie blinks owlishly, then tilts his head to the side

"Woah, THE Leona Kingscholar, unable to sleep ? That's a new one.."

"Tsk, whatever."

Is all Leona says, as he rolls his eyes and lays down on the grass once again, closing his eyes. Ruggie takes the hint and walks away, going back to wherever he came from.

About an hour later, Leona wakes up to the sound of footsteps, yet this time they're not Ruggie's. In fact, they're not familiar at all..

Leona opens his eyes but stays still, a bit curious to know who this mysterious person is. On one side he doesn't give a shit, but on another side he's curious because, just what could a stranger be possibly doing at NRC ?

Suddenly someone jumps on top of him, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He jolts awake, bewildered and shocked.

"What the-"

His eyes widen as he recognizes the person who's crushing him with their weight..holy shit, what the hell is the player doing here ???

"Player ?"

He says, baffled, he genuinely doesn't know how to react. One minute he was peacefully sleeping, the other he wakes up to the player suddenly spawning on top of him ?? His thought process is cut off as his ears are flooded with high-pitched screaming and shrieking

"OH MY LORD, LEONA ????? AM I DREAMING ?? HES SO MUCH HOTTER IN PERSON OMFG"

He blinks, once, twice, thrice, his mouth open and his eyes wide, his ears twitching

"Player ?? What..."

(I'm gonna end it here becuz Im lazy asf and I have to go sleep soon, the rest is up to you and your imagination sorry pookies)

◇ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is in the mostro lounge, he finishes making a deal with some random student, he bids them goodbye with that shady smile plastered on his face, and as soon as they leave he looks over to the clock. 7pm, it's still early yet it's already dark outside. He sighs and grabs his stuff, preparing to go back to his dorm room. Suddenly, he feels something brushing against his leg. He frowns and looks around, confused as to what it may be.

He hopes its not a prank from the twins, as he shrugs it off and continues what he was doing, until he feels it again.

He gets up from his office chair and looks under his desk, only to find...

What ? There's someone asleep under his desk ?? He pulls them out from under his desk, and immediately recognizes that face. It's the player !

He is absolutely baffled. How did the player randomly spawn under his office desk, asleep and in pajamas ?? This is very confusing..

◇ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was in his room, studying whatever the hell subjects they have in nrc.

He gets up to go drink a cup of natural mineral water with a 100% recycled bottle, then somehow trips on something.

He looks down and jumps 10 meters back, eyes blown wide as saucers and lets out the loudest and longest scream on earth, so loud that even I am put to shame.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

Somehow though, for plot purposes, no one hears him. Tatatatata, he looks over at the thing that was on the floor and is shocked to see you, the player, asleep on his floor, snoring like, so hard every single one of the prehistoric cavemen (Leona included) would lower their heads in respect.

(Anyways skip I'm lazy)

◇ Malleus Draconia

As we all know, Malleus loves walking around at night, and that makes a lot of people think he's some insane psychopath who's gonna stalk them then impale them with his horns.

After his nightly walk he came back to Diasomnia dorm just to find, you, aka the player and the one he thinks of so religiously every single day. He takes a step towards you, which isn't a lot since he's at the start of a hallway and you're at the end but whatever.

And that was his first mistake. Lo and behold there were you, at the end of the dark ass hallway, staring at him like you just witnessed some middle aged guy take off his pants and wip out his d*ck, then smack you across the face with it, oh and as if it was so long Drake would be put to shame.

You screamed like a banshee and ran away as if you were being chased by Drake's pipe.

Then you yelled out louder than Leona's snoring "MAMA MIA WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE" -Player's last words, may they rest in peace and remain forever remembered.

Jkjk you just ran into the wall and passed out. And Lilia was just watching the whole time and laughing his ass off. But you made Malleus sad tho :(

You woke up in Malleus's bedroom after having a nightmare about Drake's elevator.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, July 26: Paris Olympics Opening Ceremony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[starmessngr410]

NCT WISH Scenarios - Types Of Crushes At School

Requested? Yes / No

My Own Idea? Yes / No

Disclaimer: These imagines are in no way depictions of the idols actual personalities, these are strictly for entertainment purposes. In these scenarios, the reader is gender neutral (as much as I can try) and is around the same age as Ryo and Sakuya. This I simply because I'm around that age, and it feels a little difficult to write it any differently. Also, I'll be writing with the mindset of a mix of an American and Japanese school, from what I've experienced and what I've heard from people. Let's also pretend that all of them would be able to go to school together for plot purposes. Also, sorry if some of them are a bit lackluster, I really just wanted to finish this in the time frame I set for myself. But, I hope everyone enjoys!

SION; Your kind upperclassmen - Sion is in your math class and sits near you. Near enough for you to develop a crush on him. But you would never tell him, of course, you would never tell anyone, except for your friend. You walk into math class early in the morning again, and you see Sion there as usual, but he seems a little tired this morning. You sit down at your desk and whisper over if he's alright. He says that he stayed up studying for a test in a different class and ended up forgetting to finish the homework. You tell him that he can look at your homework to get an idea before class starts in 10 minutes, and he asks if you're sure, but you assure him it's okay. You go through the rest of class and have a field day thinking about it all day. The next day, you walk into class and see something in your desk. It's a note and [your favorite fruit] juice, thanking you for the work saying that he would help you with anything you need when you need it. Man, if only he wasn't nicer, you wouldn't keep falling for him...

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RIKU; Your cute art partner - First meeting Riku, you never thought that you would get along like you did now. This is because, at first, he seemed to be very much into his own abilities, constantly hyping himself up. This, once you got know him however, was false. He mainly did it as a joke with his friends, and was genuinely just talented at most things. You found yourself being drawn to him more and more, he was also talking to you more, you noticed. You ignored this though, as you've never been so lucky for someone to like you when you like them. The next day in art class, Riku surprises you and asks to be partners for the next project. Though you both aren't extremely close, you aren't strangers to each other. And though Riku always usually pairs up with his friends for projects, he decides to pair with you the one time there's a romantic theme, oh how the universe hates you. You two meet at the library Friday after school so you both can work with extra time. You're already at the library, when you see him walk in with a bunch of art supplies. When he sits down, you tell him you're surprised he chose you for the project and that he brought so much stuff. He tells you first, that he wanted to get to know you more because he's noticed you don't talk a lot in class, and that he just wanted to be prepared with the supplies. This catches you off guard, 'you didn't know he noticed you in class before, had he looked your way without you knowing?'. You nod in acknowledgement, and get to work. Later in the day, you start to get a bit tired because you've been at school all day and it was getting colder, and Riku actually lends you his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You're actually able to fall asleep a bit easier now that he was closer. He ended up stopping as well, and taking a nap right next to you...

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YUSHI; Your funny but nice P.E. partner - You were never good or confident in physical exercise, so Yushi always offers to be partners or do the exercises with you. Even though you guys only talk to each other during P.E. because of the shared class, you still find your heart fluttering a bit. Whenever he helps you, he's always so nice and patient. Today is no different, as this time your class is learning a new sport for the month. As usual, Yushi steps up next to you and offers to help you again this time. You, of course, agree, and he helps you stretch before the group game starts. You both start doing the activity and and you almost get hit by the ball, but as usual, Yushi hits the ball away from you. You thank him for protecting you and blocking the ball from hitting you, but he stops you and says that it's fine because he wanted to protect you. This made your heart fluttering a bit, but you convinced yourself that he was just being nice as a classmate and that that comment meant nothing. But you kept thinking about it, until the next day. When you get to P.E. the next day, Yushi's not there, but his friend is there before class. He gives you a note from Yushi. It says to meet him behind the bleachers after class!...

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JAEHEE; Your caring baking partner - You're new to the school, and you got into baking class. You're excited, but you don't know much about the school. That is until you get put in a group with Jaehee. You used to know Jaehee before when you were both little, but ended up losing track of each other. When you finally meet him again, you guys catch up and start being able to keep in touch again. The next day in class you both talk before you have to start baking. The whole group did a great job working with each other, the baking teacher even said that your pastry was really good! However, the dishes... No one wanted to do them, and sensing this, both you and Jaehee volunteered to do them. You were a bit annoyed at first, but eventually you both start to have fun cleaning. When you both get to the dishes, you decide to wash while he dries. You start talking about how you two were so close when you were little, and how you missed spending time with him. This makes Jaehee pause, 'what did you mean by that?'. He was about to ask you, when one of your other group members walks back into the cooking room, and tells you both to hurry before the bell rings for the next class. You look back at Jaehee one last time and say goodbye before leaving and taking off your coat. You tried messaging him when you got home from school that day to tell him that you were sorry for running out, but he didn't respond or open the messages to show it was read. This made you worried, 'after just getting back in touch again, did you make him upset by leaving early?'. The next day in baking class, you see Jaehee is already waiting for you before class like always, but he looks deep in thought this time. You notice he's holding something in his hand, 'is it for the teacher?', you think to yourself as you make it over to where he's standing. He stops you before you can even answer, and gives you the letter he was holding while looking slightly away from you. You accept the letter but look up at him in confusion, 'is this a confession?'...

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RYO; Your friend from childhood - Ever since you and Ryo were young, you've been inseparable. This continued into high school, you both luckily having most of your classes together. You both sit down in science class together and start talking about what you'll do after school. He suggests you both go to the arcade to play games together like you always do. You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes. After school ends, you both basically run to the arcade from the front gate of your school. Ryo beats you through the door of the establishment and brags the whole way to the counter, with a smug look on his face. When you both find a game (a racing one), you both sit down and put your tokens into the machine and choose your cars. When the game starts you both focus so intensely, you almost don't notice the mini crowd gathering around you both as a few minutes pass. As the last couple of laps end, they start to cheer, as you both get up from the seats the mini crowds start to clap and congratulate you both as you move on to the next game. One of them says something about someone beating their boyfriend in the game, and though you did beat Ryo that time in the game, you both aren't dating. And you guys are just best friends, right? But, when you both finally finish playing and walk over to the ticket counter, the person at the counter says that you and your boyfriend did well, to you. This caught you off guard, and you looked towards Ryo who was already looking towards you with a tint to his face. This caught you even more off guard, did...Ryo like you too?...

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SAKUYA; Your generous desk mate - Sakuya sits next to you in history class, and he always eats bread in class, which the teacher never says anything, so you think it's okay. He brings other snacks as well, like chocco cookies, and shares them with you. And since the teacher lets you pick your partners for projects, Sakuya always chooses you because you're not as greedy as your other classmates are with his snacks. When you two arrive at the café near your school early in the morning on Saturday, you already have all the supplies you'll need for the project. You both sit down and order while you work on the project. Sakuya orders a plate of crossiants and a cappuccino, and you order a slice of strawberry shortcake and a strawberry flavored drink. As you wait, Sakuya asks if you want to share his crossiants when they come, but you refuse and say you couldn't take any of his precious bread. When you both get your orders, he gives you a crossiant anyway, and you trade with a piece of your slice of shortcake. He eats the piece, and you eat the crossiant. You both don't say anything about it. The next time you both see each other in class, Sakuya shares his bread with you, and you think nothing of it. You get to the end of class and find out that Sakuya never shares his bread with anyone except you. Sometimes, you hear your classmates talking about how Sakuya might have a crush on you...

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[daenakills]

His dark eyes.

Tom riddle x fem!reader

part 1

part 2. i will make more so don't worry this is kind of short. english isn't my first language so lmk there's any mistake. this is for fun.

You calmly wrote down your assigned potion's homework. Slughorn always found a way to assign tasks that, although they seemed difficult at the beginning, ended up being easy, and you even got a reward at the end. That was your favourite part.

The door opened suddenly, revealing a slightly upset Tom, which wasn't strange but at the same time, when you consider it, it was. He usually didn't show it so openly, you realized you knew him completely, or at least that's what you thought.

“I notice you're upset, my love.” Anyone who heard this phrase that you had addressed to Tom would have thought that it was just a loving nickname, but he knew perfectly well it was just irony. “Has something happened?” In response, he slowly turned his head to look at you.

“Where are my books?”

“I don't know, probably in your room. I highly doubt they're here. Besides, I cannot understand how you manage to get into the ladies room.” He ignored your question, and started searching through your clothes and things. No matter how much you could tell him to stop, you knew he wasn't going to, so you didn't even try. When he finished searching for what he wanted, he left without looking back.

It was depressing. It was depressing knowing that you were being used, and you cursed the day you decided to confess to Tom Riddle. Likewise, it had been almost a year. You could have had such a nice future, maybe fallen in love and married one of your classmates, but no, you decided to confess to the psychopath. You hoped that one day you could travel back to yesterday and return unscathed. Curled up in your bed, you allowed yourself to cry, and your voice was never louder.

Already in the dining room, with your mind blank and already recovered (not completely) from your little cry, the girls were trying to find conversations with you. You were wondering why. Usually when they talked to you, it was to get information from you about something that interested them. In fact, before becoming Tom's girlfriend you had never talked to so many people, apparently they didn't find you interesting. You kept questioning yourself internally what they wanted from you until one of them finally made her intentions clear.

“And… we were all wondering if you've had… you know, with Tom.” You were stunned. He had not prepared you for that type of question, and not in a thousand years would you have been able to answer it. The others who were around told that girl, Martha, to have a little more filter when she talked about those things.

The truth was that you hadn't had your first time, not even with Simón, he died before they could make that breakthrough. Everyone in your class had already had relationships with their boyfriends, and it was logical that those who were single (and those who were not also) were interested in knowing how good the beloved Tom Riddle was in bed. Obviously, you couldn't tell them that you felt an extreme repulsion towards the man who was your boyfriend, since that would completely damage their plan to deceive the professor. That prompted you to find him and ask him a question.

“Do we really need to stick with the plan?”

You had taken a while to look for him but when you found him he was talking to Professor Slughorn about a topic you didn't know about. Tom said goodbye to Slughorn, saying that he was going to attend to his beautiful girlfriend. You wondered if he was the teacher Tom talked so much about.

“Obviously, we must continue with the plan, dear.” He said with that voice that used to drive you crazy. “Why are you asking now? Is there another Simon out there?” He laughed sarcastically, you hated that laugh since you knew it wasn't genuine, it was genuine mockery and that was another topic.

“I just think everyone already understood that you love, you don't need me any more.” While you were saying those words you fixed your eyes on the floor, your gaze did not connect with his, it intimidated you to look at him. His penetrating gaze activated all the alarms in your body, telling you to leave, that something bad was going to happen. But you stayed to wait for his response.

“Okay. Let's do it, let's finish it. I can easily find a replacement. Do not think you're the only one. You're not, you're just another one of the bunch, who they are just going to use and throw away when they get what they want from you. People like you will not survive in the world I am going to create.” Your eyes were flooding with tears, you didn't want to blink since you knew that if you did, the sea of ​​tears would come to light. “Stop crying, you know I hate seeing you cry!” He grabbed your face and crushed it in his hands, “You look horrible when you cry, you look weak, and you lose the only notable quality you have.” He finally let go of you. Adjusted his robe and left, leaving you alone with yourself.

Already there, in your state, you went to your bedroom and sank into the sheets.

The morning of the next day was no better, in class everyone couldn't stop talking about how you and Tom had broken up. Your assumption was that Tom had broken the news to them, and you were right. What perhaps hadn't occurred to you was that he had subverted the story slightly. He had said that he had broken up with you since you were unfaithful with Simon a while ago, but that he refused to accept it. Now, he was the victim of the story, the poor guy who refused to accept that his girlfriend was cheating on him. And you, anyone who dared to deceive him.

Nobody talked to you any more like they did when you were his partner, apparently they no longer found you interesting. That depressed you but not enough to cloud your common sense that told you that it was better to be alone than in bad company. And it was true. Even though no one appreciated you and everyone hated you, you managed to make it to the Easter holidays, even though it seemed like a short time, you needed to go home. You were excited to finally be able to go home freely.

With your bags already packed you were heading towards the exit when Tom arrived at your door.

“Hello.” He said, sitting on your bed as if it were his house.

“Hi.”

“How has your life as a social reject gone?” He smiled arrogantly.

“Well, the time alone has served me well to think and reflect.” You weren't going to let him see you badly, let him see you vulnerable once again.

“I imagine that once again you are going to stay here, I know perfectly well that you don't like being with your parents.” You knew perfectly well that he had already noticed the suitcases, but that he says it to bother you.

“I'll see how I deal with it.” I can't stand being in this castle any more, I'll ask my parents to give me classes at home, I can't stand being at Hogwarts any longer, you thought.

“You're not leaving Hogwarts, you are not going to study in your house,” he said firmly as he got closer and closer to you, until he caught up with you and choked me, pushing me against the nearest wall. “You know, I've let you be alone for a while because I think you need it, but I swear, you're never going to be free of me. Never. Do you understand me?” You nodded repeatedly, waiting for him to release you. When you had got out of his grasp, he picked you up and threw you against the bed, forcing you to give him your arm. You had already let him do whatever he wanted so that he would finally leave you alone.

And at that moment, with a knife that you had no idea where he had got it from, he marked your left arm, leaving a line of blood on you.

You could tell he was going to do something else if he hadn't been interrupted by the knock on the door. Alarmed that he would be upset by the interruption, you decided to stay silent and not respond.

“ Are you there? I need your help to fill out some paperwork!" Oh, god, it was your classmate Samantha, she didn't usually talk to you about those things, but it seemed like she did now.

“Don't even dare answer.” Tom murmured putting his hand over my mouth once more.

After a while Samantha stopped knocking on the door and left. It was then that Tom finally let go of you.

“You're going to finish your school year whether you like it or not.” You were left dumbfounded in your room, you were trying to understand Tom's outburst, but you couldn't. Couldn't understand how someone felt a pathological need to ruin lives.

You grabbed your suitcases and decided to spend the Easter holidays at home. Where he couldn't reach you, or well, that's what you liked to think.

[seokmthw]

daisy | sung hanbin

this is part of the zb1 flowers series!

⇢ meaning: daisies represent new beginnings and innocence

⇢ pairing: hanbin x reader

⇢ warnings: exes to lovers, angst, fluff

⇢ synopsis: after not having time for each other in your college years, you and your boyfriend break up. by some twist of fate, you meet again a few years later.

⇢ word count: 2.4k

⇢ note: hanbin is genuinely so perfect and so easy for me to write for. i hope you all enjoy this little addition to the flower series, up next should be matthew! i am loving writing this so far :) this was kind of inspired by for the first time by the script so if you wanna listen to that while you read you can!

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“i just don’t think this is working out, hanbin.”

those were the words he never wanted to hear from you, although he knew deep down that there was a strong sense of truth behind them. you both were going to college and invested in your own extracurricular activities, you had to go to classes and do homework and projects, and you also had to work in order to survive throughout your schooling. 

the harsh reality was, there was never really any time for just the two of you.

you were pacing the room back and forth, your eyes flitting to anything and everything that wasn’t hanbin, because you knew the moment your gaze met his, you would start crying. you didn’t want to have to do this, you wanted so badly for it to work out, but all of your attempts had proven this entire situation to be a lot more difficult than it originally seemed. 

you huffed out of frustration, finally deciding to sit down on the edge of the loveseat in hanbin’s living room. you found interest in the way a corner of the throw rug curled up, desperate to find the words to tell him that you didn’t want this to come to an end, but they never came. instead, your wants died in your throat and were replaced with the words you never dared speak until now, “i think we should break up.”

silence clung heavily to the air surrounding the two of you. hanbin knew it was coming, as did you, but it didn’t prepare you for the utter heartbreak either of you felt. you blinked, and a stray tear dripped down onto your cheek, much against your will, and alerted the boy next to you. 

in all honesty, he was trying to keep himself together too, but the moment he saw you crying he was able to easily forget about himself. within mere seconds he was on the floor in front of you, one of his warm palms made its home on top of your thigh, “hey, don’t cry, it’s okay.”

“that’s the thing, bin,” you sadly laughed, glossy eyes finally meeting with his, “it’s not.” 

he sighed, soon taking a seat next to you on the cushion of the loveseat, pulling you into his chest. almost immediately, you were a sobbing mess, and hanbin would be a liar if he said he wasn’t crying too, but it was mainly because he hated seeing you hurt so much. the two of you sat like that for a while, relishing in the last moments you would have as a couple, because you knew you would never get this back. 

it just wasn’t in the cards for you. 

the room had gone silent once again aside from an occasional sniffle erupting from the both of you. managing to get the strength to make eye contact with him, you couldn’t help but feel tears well up once again the moment his expression softened and the look of adoration in his eyes was reflecting back to you. 

parting your lips, your voice was barely above a whisper as you said, “i’m so sorry.”

“please don’t be,” hanbin was quick to respond, “you don’t ever have to be sorry for something like this. i know this is for the best. right person, wrong timing, right? maybe someday in the future, you and i can start over and see where it takes us, yeah? for now, we can just focus on college and trying to get through the next couple of years.”

you nodded, albeit reluctantly, and leaned up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, “i will always love you, hanbin.”

“and i will always love you, y/n, no matter what.”

after breaking up with hanbin, it was rare you were ever able to actually talk or see each other. college got far too busy and overwhelming for the both of you, and the little time you’d had to see each other before was completely diminished the more time went on. 

your heartache was finally beginning to subside, and you even attempted dating a couple of times since hanbin, but none of them worked. you’d managed to end up with people who you just didn’t have chemistry with or who were complete assholes, there was really no in between when it came to that. 

with college graduation coming up, you knew you would see hanbin. he would be walking across the same stage as you, having his name called, and his face plastered on the big screens around the arena the ceremony was being held in. 

he looked good, there was no doubt about that. he always did. you couldn’t help the way you gawked at him, or how well his graduation gown fit him, or how his hair was perfectly parted to the side how you remembered liking it to be. part of you wondered if maybe he did it on purpose, knowing you would be there to see, but you knew he wouldn’t be petty like that because you ended on such good terms. 

you didn’t expect to get so teary eyed seeing him for the first time in a little over a year, but you were dabbing away tears moments before you walked to receive your diploma, managing to play it off as being proud of yourself and your accomplishments.

you knew it was better off this way, but god, did it hurt.

as you were walking back to your seat, you made eye contact with him, offering a small, shy smile to him as you did you so. he returned it, his eyes forming into the pretty crescent shapes you loved so much, and he gave you a nod of acknowledgement, hands coming up in front of him to give you a clap. 

but little did you know, the moment you were out of his sight, he burst into tears.

“shit, shit, shit,” you hissed under your breath, one hand gripping your iced coffee and the other rummaging through your bag for your keys, but they were nowhere to be found.

this was the icing on your cake today; you’d missed your bus this morning, somehow managed to break the printer at work - which would be coming out of your paycheck, by the way - and had now lost the only way to get into your apartment after a long and stressful day.

you groaned in frustration, looking through your belongings once more before finally admitting defeat and deciding to walk back downstairs to the front desk in hopes of them having a spare so you could crawl into your bed and sleep for the rest of the night.

you messed around inside your bag as you walked, not paying any attention to the path in front of you, and inevitably ramming into someone, your coffee exploding in your hand and soaking your clothes and most likely your neighbors’.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you exclaimed, eyes scanning the damage that had been done, feeling a pang of guilt wash over you at the sight of a giant wet patch on the stranger’s crisp, white t-shirt.

there was a chuckle from the other person, “that’s okay, y/n.”

your head snapped up at the use of your name, eyes nearly falling out of your head from how wide they had gotten at the sight in front of you. sung hanbin, your ex-boyfriend, and now the person you spilled a cold coffee all over. to say you were surprised to see him was an understatement - you had thought he was abroad somewhere to broaden his teaching practices.

“h-hanbin?” you managed to stutter out, looking around the hallway to see if anyone else was around and whether or not you were imagining this, “do you - do you live here?”

“i do, i suppose we’ve just never run into each other,” he flashed the same smile that still somehow made butterflies go crazy in your tummy.

you blinked slowly, somehow still unable to believe that this was happening to you, “how long has it been since we last talked? a couple of years maybe?”

he nodded, “i think so,” he quirked an eyebrow up in question, “if you don’t mind me asking, what were you in such a hurry for?”

you laughed, defeatedly looking back down at the mess you’d created in your haste to get downstairs, sheepishly replying, “i kind of lost my keys and was going to see if there was a spare available.”

hanbin chuckled, and you knew by the way he did so he was about to say something you didn’t want to hear, “i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the front desk is closed for the weekend.”

“of course it is,” you remarked, “this is just how my day is going.”

hanbin appeared to be contemplating something, almost as if having a battle within his own brain, before finally stating, “if you need somewhere to stay, you can stay in my apartment for the weekend. you can have my bed and i can sleep out on the couch.”

if there was something you would never, ever forget about sung hanbin, it was his kindness. no matter what the situation was, he was always putting others before himself and offering a helping hand whenever anyone needed, and you were sickeningly reminded of how he’d always treated you so well when you were together despite not getting to spend much time together.

you were baffled, to say the least.

“i don’t wanna be a burden or anything, so i-” you began but he cut you off almost immediately.

“i knew you would say that, and i promise you that i wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t mean it.”

your gaze met with his, and the sincerity behind his eyes was hard to miss. you tried to suppress any past feelings for him that threatened to rise up as you nodded, merely following him to his front door and into his apartment, which was so wholeheartedly hanbin.

it smelled of his cologne and was neat, not a single thing out of place, just like it had been in his college apartment. you shyly walked in behind him to the living room, taking a seat on his plush couch the moment he motioned for you to do so.

“is there anything i can get for you? i want you to be as comfortable as possible while being here,” hanbin asked, taking a seat next to you, his eyes glittering in the dim lighting, taking shape of those pretty little crescents you remembered so vividly.

“i think i’m okay for now,” you answered honestly, “i just appreciate you letting me stay here, you honestly saved me a lot of trouble.”

a little while later, after a small debate between the two of you broke out about borrowing one of hanbin’s shirts since yours was soaked with coffee, a comfortable silence had fallen between the two of you; he was cooking up a meal in the kitchen and you’d found interest in a book he had sitting on his table.

you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him every once in a while, having memories of moments exactly like this from your college years flooding your brain. you shook your head, training your eyes back onto the words of the page you’d reread over and over because you just couldn’t focus.

“am i right in thinking you don't like onions?” he asked, eyes now gently trained on you as you registered his question in your mind.

how he remembered such a miniscule detail about you blew your mind, though you tried not to let that show, “yeah, they’re disgusting.”

hanbin chuckled at your response before he finished up making your dinner plates and sat down next to you on the couch, handing you the meal he had made for the two of you to eat. you thanked him quietly, digging into your meal with a content sigh. you couldn't help but take note of the way hanbin’s gaze stared into you.

you finally had the courage to meet your eyes with his, a shy smile forming on your lips as you chewed on your rice, “is everything okay?”

“can i say something, y/n?”

you nodded, nervous for what he might say to you. maybe he was just gonna tell you to find somewhere else to stay for the weekend, but you knew hanbin, and your thoughts couldn't have been further from the truth.

“i never got over you from college, you know,” his words were carefully articulated, making sure to get his point across, “and seeing you a few years later, i think i’ve fully come to the conclusion that i never will.”

you swore you were going to choke on the bite of your food you had just taken. you blinked a few times, finally managing to spew out a response to him, “really?”

he laughed lightly, “of course. when i said i would always love you, i meant it,” he paused to gauge your reaction, “you’re just as lovely as you were back then.”

“i think i could say the same about you,” you answered honestly, having now set your utensils down on your plate, fully engaged in the conversation, “i’ve been thinking it since i ran into you in the hallway.”

hanbin had mirrored your actions, though he had set his entire plate on the coffee table. he scooted closer to you, hand finding it's home on your cheek, and you instantly melted into his touch. his gentle demeanor was something you missed so dearly, and feeling some form of physical contact with him after so long was something you didn't think you needed.

he leaned forward, a small smile adorning his lips before he met them with yours, causing your stomach to do backflips. you inched slightly closer to him, resting your hands on his chest, and allowing him to fully kiss you the way he intended.

he pulled away, pressing his forehead against your own, and asked, “would you like to try us again? see where it goes? maybe do all of the things we never got to do together in college?”

“i would love that.”

“good,” he responded, kissing you once more, “because you’re stuck with me regardless."

[chosen-hero-inari]

Whumptober Day 8: Sleep Deprivation

5 Times The Phantom Thieves Didn't Sleep + 1 Time They Did

I

Hey, let’s meet up at Mementos today.

Yusuke’s ashamed of the tension that goes through his back at that text. The literature professor had decided to give them all a surprise take-home paper to write and turn in by tomorrow, and he really needs to work on it.

But, he can’t let his grades come before making sure his friends are ok, can he? Or the people who made those requests. It’s not a problem, he can just work late tonight. And take some time to work on that piece for class.

He’ll be fine with only a couple of hours of sleep.

II

“Makoto?” Sae asks. “You’re back late.”

“Sorry, busy with some work after school,” Makoto replies, yawning. If it’s resolving a Mementos request for another student, then technically it’s Student Council work. It’s her responsibility as Student Council President to resolve it at least.

“Are you prepared for your exam at cram school tomorrow?”

Makoto blinks. “Huh?”

“Makoto! I’m paying for you to go and–”

“No, I meant, erm why would you even bother to ask that?” Makoto chuckles. “Obviously I’m ready for it!”

“Good, even if it’s a practice exam, it’s important to be confident now so you’re even more prepared for your entrance exams.”

Makoto goes to the kitchen and makes herself a pot of coffee. She shouldn’t be up too late.

III

“Does this shit make any sense to you?” Ryuji asks.

“Nope,” Ann sighs. Putting the math textbook down. Two heads are supposed to be better than one, but maybe math homework is just too powerful for that.

“God,” Ryuji says, “I feel like you’re gonna call me a shithead for this.”

“I call you a shithead for a lot of things, what is it?”

“It fucking sucks that Ren asked us to go to Mementos today.”

“Honestly? Hard agree.” They’d invited Ren to their homework session today, but he’d never gotten back to them. Not that he needed it, but you know, it was always nice to hang out.

Except they wanted to do this in the afternoon, when they’d have more time and could meet at a cafe.

Instead, Ren decided today was the best day for requests.

“What if we blocked off Mementos for like, Wednesdays?” Ryuji suggests. “Then we can schedule around it better?”

“But what if a request is urgent. Plus Palace stuff.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

Ann flops back and lets the textbook cover her face.

“Ann?”

“Yeah.”

“I kinda hate that I can’t tell him no.”

“Yeah, I know but like, it’s whatever?” Ann says. “That’s just part of being a student and a Phantom Thief, I guess.”

IV

Haru practically dives for the phone when she hears it ring. “Futaba-chan?”

“Hey, I got the info you wanted,” Futaba says. “This investor seems pretty clean.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” Haru says. “I’m supposed to get this report in to the investors tomorrow and I can’t ask for a delay and I wasn’t sure who to trust and–”

“Hey, no problem!” Futaba says. “Just don’t tell them you heard it from me.”

“Thank you, I owe you so much, Futaba-chan.”

“No prob, I’m probably gonna pass out, how about you?”

“I can’t, there are still things I need to arrange with my father’s will and then I’m meeting with lawyers in the morning, goodness I need more coffee!”

“How much have you had?” Futaba asks.

“Oh, four or five–”

“Cups?”

“Pots.”

“Holy shit, Haru!”

“I know, I know,” Haru says. “I was going to do all of this after school but then we had that Mementos run and now I have to do it all before morning.”

“You should have just told Ren you couldn’t make it! He gets we have lives, it’s not like he hangs out with us every time we ask.”

“Mementos is different Futaba, you know that. I’ll talk to you later.” Haru hangs up and gets back to work.

V

It’s not wrong to hack her friends’ phones if she’s genuinely concerned for their well-being, Futaba tells herself.

Besides, taking a quick peak at their calendars is like, barely snooping. She could text and ask them but she’s really hoping they’re asleep.

She’s not, but she doesn’t have school in the morning. She can go to bed at 7am and still get the proper eight hours of sleep a growing girl needs.

She and Morgana are the only ones who aren't students and Phantom Thieves though, and oh boy is being a high school student busy.

Let’s see, Makoto has an exam at cram school tomorrow, Haru had that meeting they were just talking about, Ryuji and Ann were texting (ok texts were a bit more snooping than calendars, but like, it’s important!) about meeting up to do a bunch of homework they’d put off while they were clearing Sae’s Palace, and Yusuke had an email reminder from a teacher about an essay.

And none of them had brought any of this up when Ren asked them all to go to Mementos today.

Damn, looks like Futaba has to be the responsible one.

+1

Ren doesn’t know why Futaba suddenly suggested group movie night, but hey, it’s always good when she wants to be social, and his schedule’s free now that they’ve finished up the requests.

They all gather around the attic, and Ren’s a little worried about them all watching the tiny TV, but it’s not really a problem, because pretty much everyone else falls asleep by the fifteen-minute mark.

“Wow, they’re tired,” Ren says. “Guess they don’t have Mona to tell them to get to bed early.”

“Uh, Ren about that?” Futaba asks. “Do you ask if anyone has stuff going on before saying to meet up for Phantom Thief stuff?”

Ren blinks. “I mean, I guess not but I figure they’ll tell me if it’s super urgent.”

“Ok, but see, I think they don’t,” Futaba says. “I actually asked all of them about it, and they feel really bad about canceling Mementos plans, so they push all their stuff back and do it at night. Like none of them got any sleep the last couple of days.”

Ren furrows his brows. He kinda, hasn’t thought about how his friends are always willing to show up when he calls for a meeting, even on days they’re not normally free to hang out. He just, you know, figured they did the same things he did. He doesn’t have a problem getting everything done before going to Mementos.

Then again, he’s the one picking Mementos days because he has nothing else going on.

“I’m a shit leader,” Ren says head hanging back.

“No, I don’t think you’re shit!” Morgana says. “We just gotta tell them they don’t have to come to Mementos if they’re busy, it’s not a problem to push it back.”

“We could like, make a group calendar?” Futaba suggests. “Plan ahead a little bit? I mean Palaces and emergencies are one thing, but I dunno, maybe everyone can plan better and say if they super duper can’t?”

“Yeah,” Ren says. “But uh, let’s do that later. They look like they need their sleep right now.”

[himluv]

Veilguard Critiques?

So. I've been thinking about it, as we approach the two-month mark since Veilguard released. Obviously, my feelings about the game are overwhelmingly positive, but I wanted to share the few things I felt less than thrilled about with the game. I dunno, for like, transparency? Or like, just because? Because there are a few things I didn't love.

Spoilers below, and also, don't be shocked if these are uhhhh pretty superficial (I fucking love this game y'all).

A giant complaint of mine that I've already talked about: Lucanis's SERIOUS lack of chest hair. I'm sorry, but that's just unacceptable. Thank you modders for fixing this almost immediately.

Trophies/Achievements. I think this is a very subjective complaint, but I've never hit 100% on a Dragon Age game in 15 years. They're all over 90% but there's stragglers. There's more to go back to. More to hunt. I like trophy hunting and having a silly reason to return to the games and play differently. So, to complete the trophies in 1.5 playthroughs felt... disappointing? That isn't necessarily the game's fault, it's the trophy list? But also, maybe it was an effort to make the trophies more accessible? idk man but I wish there were more to get, okay?

Similarly, the bugged Codex count and the chest counts on certain maps. These can probably get fixed with patches, but it still feels bad man.

Here's the doozy, the one that I think is my biggest and possibly most valid critique. Veilguard's nuance and depth relies WAY TOO MUCH on tie-in media. I spent over six months re-consuming all things Dragon Age (games, books, comics, and film/tv) before Veilguard launched. I steeped myself in Dragon Age to prepare for this game (mostly as a refresher because I've been here the whole time!). So, I was primed and ready. I had everything fresh in my mind, and I was fully prepared to consume Veilguard with as much information and lore knowledge as possible. And I genuinely think my experience was wildly improved because of it. BUT, you can't expect the typical player to do MONTHS of homework to prepare for a game releasing 10 years since the last installment. That is... just, not gonna happen for most players. And I think the overall reception of the game suffers because of it.

And... that's it. That's all that I felt genuine irritation at or critical of. There are things I wish we had more of – Rivain in general, more of the Crows that aren't Dellamorte, Cantori, or de Riva, more about the other Evanuris – but if I've learned anything in fiction critique, wanting more is rarely a bad thing. It means the reader/player liked what they had and want more. It's up to the writer to decide if adding more of those things actually serves the story being told. And in Veilguard's case, I don't necessarily think so. I think it would add more potential side plots and give more room for player choice, but when the base story is already ~80hrs, I can see why things had to stay tight. I don't find that to be a source of criticism, honestly.

[inventors-fair]

EDH Redesign Commentary: Rise and Shine

I think this was a really strong week overall! Let's get the highs out the way first: I've been in a deckbuilding spirit, and I've been feeling really great about how the best cards here made me want to build decks with them and/or build more into the design process. I'm not surprised that a few of the same mechanics made appearances, like myriad, and how cards made it clear whether or not they were more interactive or more self-contained with a multiplayer mood. There was so much variance this week as well!

With that variance, I feel that some designs got mildly myopic in their balance and explosive factor. Many cards had very interesting ideas that for whatever reason missed the polishing mark because of wording, minor exploits, or overcomplication. But that's part of what designing for a format like Commander entails. Lots of past precedent means you're essentially designing for Vintage where thousands more cards happen to matter. Each designer also brought something that they love about their multiplayer experiences to the forefront. I greatly appreciate contests where we can let a little bit of that loose, let people feel freer. Constraints are fun, but there's gotta be love behind it.

Judge Picks (and one other card, we'll get to that) are cards with specific qualities that I wanted to highlight and/or cards that were close to podium-ing. Clash on!

@bergdg — Livonya Silone, Mythcarver (IT'S-COMPLICATED PICK)

I don't usually venture into the workshop during the weeks where I run contests. If I had, I would've seen The Master, Multiplied and the rules complications going into that card. I had written at the beginning of the week all of this card's ambitions, the rules citations for how it wouldn't work, yadda yadda, and I completely missed the fact that yes indeed, this card works and it works very, very well. That's entirely my fault for overestimating my rules knowledge and intent without proper background checks.

Had I done the proper work, this card probably would've been a winner, so here's an inaugural award for Winner By Default, The Default Being Abelzumi Didn't Do His Homework. Card time. I am genuinely sorry about that.

Of course this card kicks ass. How could it not? The ability to have multiple swings with equipment switching turns an otherwise volatile Voltron strategy into a massive and precise distribution of power on the board. Everyone has to be prepared to block but everyone's also at the mercy of Livonya's trigger deciding to hammer this or sword that. The mono-red equipment build has been tried and true with other commanders such as Godo. The difference is that maximizing you damage output becomes so much more intense and thoughtful. It's a fantastic card to build around that just begs for broken things to be done with a rich skill ceiling and an accessible floor of "put all your best stuff on the field and switch as you want to." Bringing back a relatively unknown legend with metal flavor and a metal name was already a strong choice, but this card also asks everything that a legendary creature can of its commander builder. I liked it even when I was wrong about it and I love it now.

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@bread-into-toast — Defame

The design sense is strong per usual. This card in particular is just kind of weak for the cost. Basri's Solidarity + Cower in Fear isn't a weak combination by any means, but as a rare for a weird overload, I'm a bit on the fence about it. Honestly, if there was somehow wording for one more mode then I'd be down. As it stands, slightly better sorcery-speed Subtle Strike isn't grabbing me as strongly. as it could. Compared to other five-mana effects for the cost, you can see how there's room to push.

That said, let's go back to the design sense, because this is an excellent card from that perspective. The modal methodology still allows for you to benefit if you don't need both, but with the overload there's no reason not to choose both either way. Getting around creature hexproof/ward is fun as well, although paying five mana for that, well... All the same, I also love the flavor that you've put into this Silverquill student. Either they go after the specific vendetta, or they're going to slander a whole clique. Excellent name for the flavor and a great comparative sense of their spellcasting.

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@corporalotherbear — Lazav, Dimir Guildmaster (JUDGE PICK)

Super inconsequential note: I'm personally of the opinion that Flash should always be on its own line because of what kind of keyword it is—like the first printing of Samut. Regardless of whether or not that's precedent, we have a really interesting card here at the very least. What I like the most is this card's ability to be a great limited build-around. Legends-style drafts are apparently out of vogue, but if you're in a graveyard shell you can use this as your commander and have any kind of graveyard-midrange strategy at the ready. Lazav has always been kind of a one-and-done dude in terms of his designs; personally, the OTJ one is the most creative to me, but that's just me.

The more I think about this card the more I'm warming up to it. There's more than just stealing cards, because if you're building around it, then you can stack your own graveyard with powerful ETBs and have the myriad actually matter. Other Lazav builds kind of rely on general value to become the best commanders that they can be, and it's a lot less interesting than what you've made here. I think that there were a lot of mechanical intersections this week, but I want to commend this card for doing a pretty cool take on a character that otherwise doesn't have a lot of variance going for them on official cards.

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@dimestoretajic — Bruvac, Illustrious Orator

So if I'm not mistaken, any kind of non-legendary clone skirting makes this infinite. Because you don't specify "this ability" to me "any iteration of these words among cards you control," you could argue that a Spark Double'd Bruvac can mill, then trigger the other, and then that one triggers the copy, and so on and so forth. I understand what you were going for and it unfortunately breaks under that kind of scrutiny; with the right hand of mana rocks, it's a consistent turn three table kill.

What kind of wording would make this not infinite? My go-to would be to limit the trigger to once a turn, and then you could make it a little stronger, like: "Whenever an opponent mills one or more cards, you may have each other opponent mill that many cards. This ability triggers only once each turn." Then you could have the second ability be somewhat more relevant to the milling, because as it stands it's a little less exciting than it could be. I mean, yeah, it's Bruvac, it's not supposed to be an exciting character, but there could be at least a little hint about what to build besides just mill. Exiling cards from graveyards to goad creatures? There are options. The only other thing is that I don't hate the notion of the flavor text but it feels more like a sarcastic aside than an in-depth look at this Azorius character. What place does he really have in the world as a commander now? I'd like to see a little more of that.

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@hypexion — Elesh Norn, Grand Praetor

I was a little freaked out about the costs for those abilities until I remembered that there were the "compleated" planeswalkers, and then it's like, oh, that makes sense. And here we have Bant Phyrexians, a shard commander. From a mechanical perspective, this card's bonkers. I—hold up, what? Sorry, I'm doing a Scryfall search, and Blightsteel Colossus has been errata'd to a Phyrexian, but Consecrated Sphinx hasn't? That's dumb. Anyway. I'd want to build this deck, so that's a solid thumbs-up. There are lots of options and ways to build, great proliferation tech, and she's going strong.

Is the power level comparable to other Praetors or iterations? I mean, if someone told me, knife to my throat, "build a Bant Phyrexian commander deck," Chulane would probably be my go-to. But if this card were an option, yeah, I'd go for it. Just straight Phyrexian, though? That's a bit tougher. Sheer value is only as interesting as the imagination. In the end, I think I'd have a fun time building. The thing I want to understand more is how you're justifying the colors here. Honestly, it would make more sense for both symbols to be Phy-mana. Part of the Praetors' identities are their indomitable xenophobia even within their spheres. There are multicolored identity minions and whatnot, but the Praetors in their own perfection? Character-wise, I'm not buying the argument. If I was a more pedantic Phy-fanboy I'd also say that the Praetors also need to have punishing effects but I actually appreciate that you went a different direction here and broke from precedent to make a good card.

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@justicefortyvarkell — Depala, Determined Racer

I was wondering "Why not just Vehicles myriad when you crew them?" but there would be some weird wording changes that you'd have to do. Let's see... "Vehicle tokens you control are Creatures in addition to their other types. // Each Vehicle you control has myriad. (RT)" Well, I'm sure there are other ways like the one that you did, but the only reason I would suggest something like the former is for wording/mechanical condensation. That said, the way that you wrote this card does make it fairly obvious what the intent is, and I respect that part of it.

In terms of Boros vehicle commanders, the original Depala is still probably the go-to for a lot of people for the consistency, although mono-white and Grixis AC decks are also up there. This card carves a bit of a niche in the multiplayer-specific aspect. I think myriad is going to be a mechanic a lot of people will use this week (I say, while writing this before every submission has come in but after already seeing at least two myriad cards). While it's not doing anything absolutely new with the concept of multiplayer damage, I personally enjoy Vehicles and would use this as a Commander if I played more multiplayer games. Great for ETBs, great for general smashing.

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@melancholia-ennui — Dakkon the Avenger

Dakkon is a cool dude and one of my current Oathbreakers (remember that format? Good stuff!) and I wouldn't worry about the grandfathered lands-matter aspects of his cards. I buy it. Wild that Dakkon is still alive... Anyway, reading up on the soul-stealing aspects of the sword, I totally understand where this card is coming from and how powerful it can be. For this cost and with these abilities, I feel that you could have gone so much more aggressive with it. Six mana for an otherwise creature that has to connect combat damage and pay even more mana for the effect... This card demands a push that isn't quite there yet. I might be 202X-Magic jaded, but right now it almost feels like an uncommon. Not a bad one, mind, but not a rare power-wise.

Complexity is another issue, though, and I don't mind where you've gone with it. The thing to keep in mind is that, well... It's not a trigger. It's a replacement effect, so the last sentence isn't necessary. Even if it was a trigger I don't think it would be necessary. Lemme brainstorm... The first version I came up must be blocked and destroyed smaller creatures to turn them into lands, same kinda role. There are lots of cool ways to have this cool idea come to fruition. In my opinion, this one's a little clunky and overcosted, but has a solid core. I'd like to see an artifact-Voltron deck that runs an updated version of this dude.

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@misterstingyjack — Craterhoof Yearling (JUDGE PICK)

I think this is one of the strangest, strongest, and most imaginative base designs that I've seen this week. There's a lot to be said for how much power you can pack into mono-green smashing, and the callback to Craterhoof Behemoth is awesome. The ETB here is strong; I actually don't know if this is the kind of finisher that this effect needs. Compared to where you want to play this in the game, it honestly feels like you can push the power a little bit more into a consistent finisher. A semi-Overrun effect is definitely strong. Where C-Behemoth is a one-and done demolisher, I think this design space has some more options.

The first thought that comes to mind is have this be both a enters for the +2/+2, and then at the beginning of combat on your turn the additional commander damage boost comes into play. It encourages long-term combat, especially if you're at parity in a Legends/Masters draft format. Explosive ETBs are fun, but I love the ability to have an even stronger board presence that immediately puts a target on you. In a 1V1 Commander game, it's kinda rough if you've already dealt any amount of damage, but putting a clock on as opposed to a one-time boost can raise this card to the power levels of contemporary Commander in a way that doesn't break it. I love this space, actually. What could other colors do with it? What would those effects look like? I'd love to see more.

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@nine-effing-hells — Taranika, Regent of Akros

I think this card is totally fine as an experience counter Boros big thing, even if Otharri says thankyouverymuch and annihilates the battlefield with it. Maybe it's not the absolute most imaginative thing for RW to do, but it does it well, and I want to respect that aspect of it. It was pretty close to being up there this week, I'll be honest; there's also the reality of making big attacks bigger doesn't have the most complexity to build with. How would one want to make this deck? Put in haste, get a few creatures, maybe a little protection, and it's an easy damage out. Of course you can build more into that notion, but the width and depth are at odds.

Still, what more could RW do with experience counters? The use of experience counters at all is, to the best of my failing and exhausted memory, the only one that we've seen for this particular contest. It's one that's very much exclusive to having creatures as your commander (unless, like me, you've been watching too much LSV and how the aforementioned Otharri goes into cube) and it's hard to spread out. I'm sure I could brainstorm other options, but I like the way that you chose to incorporate a flavorful mechanic to the Akroan troops that's been away for a hot minute. The whole card's feelings are absolutely radical, so let's put that icing on the cake. And of course, it's powerful as all hell. Assemble the Legion, anyone? I want to hear more about what could've been changed to make it more unexpected. What are the reasonable limits of experience counters, especially in this color combination?

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@sparkyyoungupstart — Scion of Alara

So if I bring this to a cEDH table facing Urza, Godo, Gitrog, and Heliod, I've got...a trampler. Woohoo! In all seriousness, this is a volatile commander that's asking a lot of playgroups and commits a cardinal sin: discouraging casual playgroups from running certain cards. Sometimes deckbuilding is self-contained and there are just matchups that make card matchups difficult (combo vs. jack, aggro vs. control). Gyruda, as a different example, might make players more aware of what values of creatures are in their decks, but it's not a card that necessarily discourages players from running even-MV cards. This card guarantees that your opponents' keyworded commanders make your five-color pile that much stronger. Or, it ends up being a 9/9 death-trigger card, which is...fine, but only as fun as Child of Alara is already.

Let's be real: Child of Alara is already a pretty wild commander and while it isn't directly designed to do so, the absolute annihilation of its death trigger is pretty well-suited to multiplayer politics already. The fact that nobody gets death triggers but lands get untapped is...interesting? I think there were some interesting ideas in general going for this card but I don't feel the cohesion or direction that I need here. What is this card representing, exactly, and what sort of deck does it want to be? The charitable approach would be a control-ish sacrifice-ish deck. Maybe. I don't know, I don't think this card is meeting me halfway here. Minor FT note: "Each" would work better than "Every" because of the limited/name quantity of shards.

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@stupidstupidratcreatures — Erinyes of Death's Hunger

Maybe it's just the space, but this card feels pretty scant to me. I did put the reminder text on myriad in a mockup, so there's that, but—I mean, Kroxa already has "each opponent" in its rules text. Maybe myriad as a go-to multiplayer balance makes sense in general, but I'm not completely sold on why it needs to be this particular reference. But having nonlegendary callbacks to legendary effects isn't unheard of. I think ultimately I like what this card does, and I'll talk about that in a sec. Justifying it for this contest compared to its origin makes me ask what new thing it brings.

But as it stands, the power level is high and the bar is aggravatingly good. Without evasion, the nontoken version is fairly weak, but I suppose you'd run cards to get around that. It's an immediate target and a real pain to get around if there's even a single hit in. The typing of "Elder" is something I'd change for sure. That's a reservation for legends, and just feels out of place here. The whole card is generally fine and quite strong. Again, I just don't think this reference was the strongest choice.

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@xenobladexfan — Loran, Tocasia's Legacy (JUDGE PICK)

Emry has taught us one thing: casting artifact cards from the graveyard is super cool. Affinity has taught us something else: drawing an obscene number of cards is also super cool and also dangerous. I feel that the ability to generate Powerstones fairly easily will lead to combo cases where you run effectively all colorless eggs, draw a bunch of cards, and then use Unwinding Clock et. al. to untap your powerstones and crack your eggs and... Oh wait. Amulet of Vigor, cost reducer, eggs... Hooooo lordy you could draw a lot of cards. Or at least, with the right untap for Loran you could. So yeah, I want to build this deck ASAP.

I think the first ability should be "Whenever a player casts their first artifact spell each turn" because otherwise you're in a situation of ludicrous Powerstones and draw. Again, I wanna emphasize: with the right generic costs and a sac outlet or whatever, you can draw so many cards during each turn and it'd be impossible to keep up with. This was a card that I'm just worried enough about its power level to put as a Judge Pick, but it's damn close. I love it when there are Commander contests that make me want to build decks that don't exist yet. Even though I really don't get a chance to play Commander these days, I love the notion. Good on you! I also love the in-joke about how she'd want to play an "eggs" deck by holding a spatula. /j

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@yd12k — Sarkhan, Dragon Caller

Not to praise MAT too much, but it did give us a Commander Sarkhan for this niche, even if it wasn't designed for Commander as such. Don't worry, you're not getting docked for that. The reason I bring that up is because there's something about this design that feels a little bit difficult to rectify. The fact that a lot of people won't have dragons on hand—I mean, IN hand—means that you're basically creating an army of 4/4s for everyone right off the bat. Just to be clear: that's a ridiculously fast start to the beatdown even if you're for some reason not running any dragon advantage.

If you are, and if you have any kind of turn-one ramp, you can easily bring out Sarkhan turn two with a consistent advantage of cards like Lathliss, Klauth, Terror of the Peaks, Miirym—the list goes on. Even giving your opponents dragons isn't enough to stop the power you can bring to the table. I don't think this card is necessarily balanced, and I don't really know how to make this approach work for multiplayer in the way that you envisioned. What exactly did you envision for this, actually? I think the design space of everyone-gets-dragons is...in-character for Sarkhan, but gameplay-wise, I'm not sensing where the balance was supposed to be.

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Enjoy the reflections this week, folks. @abelzumi

[moon-alight]

Hiii! Can I request a Nicholas fiction ? Him just loving your big boobs? Playing with them, sucking etc…

Something like you had a bad day and he saw you crying so he wanted to distract you? Maybe also sitting on his lap , him taking your hand and putting it on his hard? Telling you to not remove it.

only if you feel comfortable! you don’t have to if is too much.

Yeah, I hope this is what you wanted. Sorry it took longer, I was looking for inspiration...

MINORS GET OUT! THIS AIN'T THE PLACE FOR YOU!!

Perfect distraction - &Team Nicholas

Synopsis: You had a long and rough day resulting in all your emotions crashing down on you all at once, your boyfriend, Nicholas, knows just how to get your mind off of things.

Warnings: fluffy smut, afab reader, big boobs, boob sucking, nipple play, grinding, handjob (m receiving), thigh riding.

Word Count: 1007

Masterlist

You hated him. Your stupid biology teacher who always gives extra homework, who always gives you detention and who just genuinely seems to dislike you. You don't know what you ever did to make him so annoyed with you honestly.

You had done your homework for today's class, you prepared yourself on the subject so you could talk along and maybe even help some fellow classmates who were struggling and yet you still got detention and a terrible warning for talking during class, even though it was your friend talking, not you.

When you got home, you were more than worn out. Frustrated tears leaving your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. All you wanted was to forget, maybe switch schools but you knew that wasn't an option.

You settled for the couch, sitting down and trying your best to do the biology homework but every time you looked down at the letters, you got so annoyed and started crying again. Your teacher was slowly killing you and you're sure he knows it.

You were too absorbed in your frustrated angry tears that you didn't hear the front door to your place open. You ignored Nicholas desperate call of your name. He must've had a long day too. It's only when he hears your sobs that he finds you, curled up on the couch with papers all over the place.

"Baby?" He asks, walking closer to where you are sitting. He carefully places his hand on your shoulder, you look up at him and the sight makes his heart break. Your eyes red, tear stains on your cheeks and you looked so damn done with everything. One look at the papers and Nicholas knew what was wrong. "Biology?" You nod at his question.

"It just keeps getting worse." You reply, throwing the papers off the couch and wiping away your tears. Nicholas sits down next to you, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. For a moment everything is quiet, you both enjoy the feeling of being close to each other.

Now, Nicholas really wanted to comfort you, he had thought about watching a movie and cuddling you but the moment your chest brushed against his in the hug and he realized you aren't wearing a bra underneath your (his) shirt, he was gone.

His mind going places and he wondered even for a brief moment if it wouldn't be better to distract you from your worries instead of trying to calm you down. You realize his zoned-out gaze and decide to question.

"What are you thinking about, Nico?" You ask, playing with his hair innocently. Nicholas' gaze finds your face, your pretty face. Oh, the things he would do to you.

"Just thinking about distracting my pretty baby from her frustrations." You look at him, his eyes are a bit darker than they were when he walked inside and you see a glint of mischief in them.

"How were you planning on doing that?" You ask, already having a feeling of what he is planning. Nicholas doesn't answer, instead reaching up to press his lips against yours. The kiss is filled with passion and neediness. You whimper when you feel his big hands slide underneath the shirt you're wearing.

He hoists the fabric up and pulls it over your head, immediately returning to kiss your lips as he throws the shirt behind him. His hands find your breasts and start kneading and playing with them. You moan softly, your hands tangled messily in his raven black curls.

His mouth detaches from yours, instead lowering them to your neck and sucking purple marks on your skin. His finger grazes your sensitive nipple, you let out a moan of his name, stirring him on only more. You feel something press against your thigh, you don't have to look to know that your moans got him hard as stone.

His mouth wraps around your right nipple, sucking harshly and drawing a loud moan out of you. Your hips buck against him, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He takes your hand with his and guides it down to his clothed buldge.

"Don't remove it," He whispers to you, his voice low. His hands move to your hips, readjusting you so you are straddling his thigh. "Go on, pretty, make yourself feel good and make a mess and my thigh." Nicholas' mouth returns to your other nipple, your hips slowly start moving, grazing your clothed pussy over the rough material of his jeans.

Soft moans leave your mouth, your hand pushing down a little on his buldge. The whimper leaving his mouth enough to make you do it again and again. Your hand grazes over his hard-on, while you never stop moving on his thigh. Nicholas throws his head back at the feeling, his hands playing with your boobs.

"Fuck, feels so good, angel." He groans out, reaching up to attach his lips to yours. You feel the coil in your stomach begin to form. You're not gonna last much longer, you're sure of it. You start moving a bit faster, speeding up your hand movement as well.

"Please." You beg, resting your forehead against your boyfriend's.

"Please what, baby?" Nicholas asks back, smirking at your fucked out state. He places one hand on your hip and the other stays on your boob.

"W-wanna cum."

"Nothing's stopping you." He flicks your nipple, while pushing you down harder on his thigh, the coil finally snapping and your orgasm washing over you in a wave of strong pleasure. Your hand squeezes his bulge harder, suddenly triggering his own orgasm as a moan leaves him.

You both breathe heavily, trying to come down from your high's. Nicholas is the first to start laughing, wrapping his arms around you once again and hugging you close to his chest.

"Got you pretty distracted, huh?" He asks, teasingly.

"Do you blame me?" You ask back, pulling away a little to look him in the eyes. "You are just the perfect distraction."

[crazylittlejester]

Okay, so firstly, the anons are correct in saying you can take your time. I think everyone's floundering a little bit regarding motivation and inspiration right now due to the general quietness. I know I've been having a hard time transitioning from my school schedule to my summer routine, and it's been messing with my ability to write fics.

i think the real issue with me is i got my ass beat by that last month of school because I made the really fantastic decision to speed run a whole college course in like two days (dont do that) and i had 16 essays to write in those two days, and then the week after I wrote a 14 page paper in a little over 24 hours or something and during all of that I was still writing and posting fics (because i am stupid). And then school ended and I had absolutely nothing to do with myself and I felt like I had a bunch of missing assignments so writing fics became the new missing assignments for me, and then the exhaustion hit me like a bus and i crashed for a bit because I genuinely could not live my life like that anymore 😭

and now that I think I’ve genuinely recovered from all that, it being so quiet just feels weird and is killing my motivation, but like I totally get that people are busy and wrapping up THEIR school years and recovering from that, or preparing for events and stuff

im getting a better at writing because i WANT to because its fun to do and not because im treating it like homework assignments that have due dates, and i spent the last week actually going outside and walking around which was good for me mentally i think.

yknow what i think life would be so much easier if i would stop forgetting to take my fuckin adhd meds- but at the end of the day I’m just a little guy 🥺 (and also a bit of a fucking moron but thats besides the point)

anyways its reassuring (i think thats the word im looking for…?) to know im not the only one who’s struggled with writing while transitioning from school to summer schedules

[lei-lei-writez]

Chapter 2: Kashton

Kashton laid in his bed, struggling to wake up, his exhaustion taking over. That’s when his alarm went off again, after hitting snooze for the millionth time.

“Damn it…” He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. It was still quite early so he had plenty of time to get ready for school. He stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom, turning on the shower and getting in.

Kashton’s life wasn’t the most eventful, he didn’t have much to think about. He thought about what would be going on today, homework was due, he’d might hang out with his friends, maybe even hit the gym, all that kind of stuff. The warm water from the shower really helped soothe his muscles after his workout from yesterday.

As he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his room. He threw on a tank top and a pair of sweatpants for his outfit, nothing too crazy. He went to the kitchen where he made a smoothie for his breakfast and headed back up to his room.

Surprisingly the flavour combo for the smoothie he made today wasn’t that bad, he’d saw a recipe online and decided to try it. As he drank his smoothie he checked his phone, looking through his social media.

He checked his Snapchat, continuing his Snapstreaks and checking stories. “Amy and her boyfriend…Damian got food, shocker. Layton and Xavier…” He paused as he saw Layton’s story, she was with Xavier.

Kashton hated Xavier. He didn’t like how they were dating, Kashton had many bad feelings about him.

“Damn it…Layton, I wish you’d just leave him…”

He frustratedly put his phone in his pocket and picked up his backpack, putting his smoothie cup in the sink and heading out the door.

Kashton didn’t live very far from his school, it was only about a 5 minute walk, as he’d walk some other kids would wave to him or say hello to him, nothing too special.

Once he’d make it to school, he’d go to his class and prepare for the lesson. He’d try to pay attention in his classes, waiting for the lunch bell to ring. Once it did, he headed off to look for Layton.

As he walked down the hall he bumped shoulders with someone and out of all people, it was Xavier.

“Hey! Watch it, Kash!” Xavier also hated Kashton too, but they never showed it in front of Layton. “It’s not a big deal, calm the hell down!” Kashton said in a defensive tone. He gave Xavier another quick shove before continuing to find Layton.

Finally after a bit of searching, he found her, she waved and he waved back, giving her a smile. Sure, he felt like a third grader with all these feelings he had for Layton but they were just how he genuinely felt.

He then suddenly felt himself being shoved out of the way by Xavier, of course. Every time he saw Xavier he just wanted to rip him to shreds, not just because he had Layton but because he was just a terrible person yet Layton couldn’t ever see that. Because Xavier would hide it around her.

Kashton could hear the conversation that Xavier was having with Layton. He could hear all the nonsense spewing out of his mouth while he had to listen. Layton would occasionally say something herself and would even laugh, why couldn’t he be the one to make her laugh?

“Alright bae, I’ve gotta go, I promised I’d eat with my friends today.” Layton understandingly nodded “Alright, love you.” “Love you too.” Xavier gave her a peck on the cheek and headed off, smirking cockily at Kashton while doing so.

“So…you wanna eat lunch with me, Kashton?”

He immediately accepted “Yeah, of course.”

She began walking off to a spot in the cafeteria, Kashton following behind. Once they found a table, they began to eat the shitty food that was served.

“So, Layton? How is volleyball going?”

Layton stopped picking at her food “Oh it’s going great. My team is in division 3 which basically means we are definitely one of the better teams.”

Kashton nodded “Yeah, I still remember how badly I did in gym class during volleyball…”

Layton smiled “Hey, you weren’t that bad, I mean, everyone starts somewhere. I can teach you after school if you’d want to get more into it.”

Kashton smiled and he felt his face getting slightly warm, he always liked hanging out with Layton after school. “Yeah that’d be nice! And when hockey season comes around, I could show you how to skate.” Layton chuckled “You and your hockey stuff, I swear you’re obsessed.” Kashton shrugged “I guess you could say that.”

She smiled and looked down at her plate of whatever kind of mush she had been served, her face saddening. Kashton caught on to this immediately “Hey? What’s wrong?” Layton looked up at him “Oh, nothing. Just tired, I guess.” Kashton saw it in her facial expression that there was more to just ‘being tired’ but he didn’t want to question her any more. Eventually the bell rang and it was time to get back to classes.

During one of his classes which he was totally paying attention to, he decided to text Layton about hanging out after school. She knew she was also most likely not paying attention so he’d might as well take the chance before Xavier would try asking.

Kashton: “Hey Layton? I think we should totally hang out after school.”

Layton: “Alrighty then, I’m fine with that.”

Kashton: “K, meet me at that tree with the bench underneath.”

Layton: “Okee, I’ll bring my volleyball too.”

Kashton: “Sounds good, ttyl.”

Layton: “k byeee.”

Kashton set his phone down with a sigh, finally there was at least something to look forward to.

“Someone’s happy?”

Kashton jumped slightly and looked to the side.

“Dammit, Maxwell! Stop doing that shit!”

Maxwell, Kashton’s best friend leaned back in his chair. “You’re talking to Layton, I assume?” “Yes I am, so what?”

Max chuckled “Someone’s obsessed.”

Kashton rolled his eyes “No, I’m just tryna get closer to her.” Max sighed “Listen, the closest you’re getting to her is being her best friend, she’s with Xavier y’know?” Kashton sighed and nodded, he was right and there wasn’t really any denying it.

Max smirked “The way you look at her is hilarious though. I know I’m your head you’re thinking ‘Damn! I’ve gotta be with her! I wanna fuc—“ Kashton punched him in the arm. “Do NOT continue that sentence, man!” Max rubbed his arm while laughing “Oh come on! I just know you think of that!” Kashton’s face was becoming hot again “Just shut it.”

Max raised his hands in mock defence. “Fine.”

Kashton put his phone in his bag and sighed “Well, now I wait till the end of the day.” Max sighed “Good luck with that, with your level of patience, I can tell it’ll be difficult for you.”

After what felt like an eternity, the dismissal bell had rung and Kashton sprinted out of the school, dashing to the spot where him and Layton would meet. Once he was there, he caught his breath and began waiting for Layton. Kashton eagerly kept looking around, wondering when she’d been there and soon enough, he saw her approaching. He took note of her appearance, despite already seeing her today. The way her hair blew gently in the wind, her dark brown eyes looking up at him, her hips swaying as she walked, she even had her volleyball in hand just like she promised.

As soon as made it over to Kashton, he smiled widely at her, finally he could hang out with her. “Hey Layton.”

“Hey Kashton, I brought the volleyball. So where are we heading?”

“Um…how about my house?” Kashton asked.

“Sure! Let’s go then!”

As they began making their way to Kashton’s place, he tried to reach out to hold Layton’s hand but he realized he shouldn’t so he kept it at his side.