#got a master's degree in yap

[areyouwell]

what if... what if MC was there atop the Statue of Liberty with the rest of the team?

and instead of Erik pointing Logan's claws towards himself, he pointed them into you...?

and he had to make a choice between hurting you and saving Marie or keeping you safe and letting Erik enact his plan...

What if Erik forced Logan to choose between saving you or saving Marie?

What if he chooses Marie?

Or worse still...

What if he chooses you?

[tadc-harlequin-au]

RS!H!Caine: *Finally snaps and swears for the first time.*

RS!H!Pomni: *Smiles so hard her mask probably breaks or something before devolving into completely MANIC laughter, pointing at Caine and everything, maybe even moving over to shake him by the shoulders while laughing at his face.*

The fact that this could be interpreted in two ways is fascinating to me

on one hand, it's classic "haha swear funny!!!! He said the bad word!!!" and yes, that is hilarious and that's why roleswap!Pomni's laughing so hard she comes across as manic

On the other hand, she's laughing maniacally and reacting so viscerally because this moment literally defines the direction of where the story is supposed to go and further solidifies the motives of the Jester, and finally shifts the tide of the argument in her favor. This is years worth of trying and failing to prove what Puppets really are, all boiling down to this singular, seemingly miniscule, 'in-the-moment' scenario.

She's just been proven correct by roleswap!Caine's own actions; he swore out of his own volition, as a result of an emotional outburst.

Which implies there IS autonomy existing within him buried underneath mountains and mountains of commands prohibiting him to execute his desired actions fully, but he can still say anything he wanted under the correct circumstances, therefore, making him not an absolute machine, but an individual trapped inside a machine, which has been their entire argument spanning the alternate timeline's story.

And Pomni has finally gotten the ice trapping him inside to crack to be able to let the real him out for a moment , even if just a little bit, and was lowkey out of selfish gain.

She's being cocky about it, because she's right.

But the first option is way funnier so let's go with that instead

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

btw

DETECTIVE AU!!!

im gonna give a rundown (lots of reading ahead!! Tw: murder, suicide, insanity, guns, mania, hanging mention, pink blood/gore)

Chr info:

Basil- Detective (in my words w/ friends, ‘sherlock holmes on all sorts of crack’)

Aubrey- Volunteered Assistant

keep reading under the cut if interested!! (Some of the information relating to policework may be inaccurate.)

basically, in this au, Sunny accidentally killed mari but there were no witnesses. It was his idea to stage it as a suicide.

By the time he’s applied for college, basil has suspected for YEARS that something is up. Mari wouldn’t up and kill herself like that, no way.

He and Aubrey go to college for uhh. Police involved things i forgot what it’s called

anyways Basil got a phd and aubrey got a masters degree (hence her being an assistant, she actually works at Krispy Kreme but shhh)

So basil yaps to their chief of staff like ‘hey theres something up with the suicide of Marianne Suzuki, can we do a case on that’ etc

Anyways they get the case approved and they go to Sunnys house to start investigating!!

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WARNING!! I will be writing a fanfic about this au and if you don’t want spoilers for that STOP HERE!!! ‼️‼️‼️

if not, continue!!

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after about a month, basil’s been drugging himself, drinking, etc. hes passed out multiple times while investigating. Aubrey suggests that he should give up on the investigation since they haven’t found anything. Basil replies that ‘hed rather die. If anyones gonna solve this case its going to be me.’

theres some empty space here (i will not be telling you what happens except Basil’s been getting sick on the job)

eventually, they find out the truth. Sunny wrote it all down in a journal. (Idiot lmao)

Basil, having reached his limit, pulls out his gun and aims it at Sunny’s head.

‘don’t move an inch, coward.’

sunny, naturally, tries to step away, or more accurately towards basil in an attempt to explain. Basil freaks out.

‘GET AWAY FROM ME, MURDERER!!’

and he shoots.

Aubrey, naturally, stands there in shock before calling the station. She gets basil arrested.

he pleads insane at his trial and gets sent to a mental ward.

as soon as he’s released, he kills himself the way he killed sunny. out of guilt.

THE END 🥳🥳🥳

anyways!! Heres some art for the au !! :3

[marsipaniscool]

Santana really did have a shit life. First, his family was massacred. Then he got kidnapped by the murderers and told to become a strong warrior, and when he failed, they just left him there for a minimum of 2000 years. And THEN he woke up to being experimented on, and I'm not sure if he then died or stayed alive but in pieces. Lowkey hope he died and has some peace

RIGHT. gonna talk abt both of the boys because I feel like they bounce off of each other really well, almost foils. under the cut because I love yapping <3

in my opinion, Wamuu and Santana internalised Kars' and Esidisi's actions very differently. Wamuu acknowledges it happened, but his loyalty to his masters runs so deep that he willingly turns a blind eye to it, even though it brings him a lot of turmoil. I think that's a part of the reason he doesn't like fighting women or children, he sees Kars ordering him to kill his mother, and even himself as a child. Something something if Wamuu had been a child instead of an actual baby, he realises Kars would have had him killed too more than likely. He copes with this by proving his worth time and time again on the battlefield, doing quite literally whatever Kars demands. This increased tenfold when Santana was left behind. Yeah Wamuu talks big game about having a code of honour and strong morals but alllllll of that goes out the window when daddy kars demands. Honestly, Wamuu won the genetic lottery in terms of being a fierce warrior, he ends up taller than Kars or Esidisi and appears more well built. I don't think it was the fact that Santana was weak, I think he was just comparatively weak to Wamuu, and ended up being perceived as the weakest link. Kars and Esidisi had milleniums of training and Wamuu was a fighting prodigy, so Santana, who was probably just an average, untrained, pillar person (see:child), was by default the weakest. Santana had to process the information of Kars and Esidisi killing his family in an entirely different way. While Wamuu came to his own conclusion, I can easily see Kars holding that information above Santana's head. Santana had to hear that Kars "saved him from a life of darkness and drab" and how Santana should be "thankful you (Santana) weren't slaughtered like everyone else/your parents/family." When physical punishments were given to Santana, I can see Kars and/or Esidisi telling him how he was just as worthless and weak as his mother. I talked about it in-depth before, so just to rehash my thoughts: Santana was abandoned in Mexico at least 5,000 years ago (K,E,+W went to Eurasia in search of the super aja.) Santana would have looked around 10 years old at his age of 5,000. Picking up here, Santana would very likely stick to the same general area for quite a while before branching out into the greater Central America. Honestly think he became an idol in these areas due to him being bored as fuck with a booming population of humans around him. I see him spending a few thousand years like this, until eventually he got bored/not enough nourishment/whatever happened, and he fell asleep for several thousand years. Really leaning towards lack of nourishment leading to his slumber, he holed himself up in the temple and only woke up to a copious blood sacrifice. He woke up, the events of the show happened, Santana is stone in the SWF again. I don't think Santana is dead, I think they woke him back up and experimented on him. Von Stroheims entire mechanical body is based off of Santana. They may have been able to study him to such a degree while he was asleep, but honestly I think homeboy was awake and just restrained in some fashion while the Nazis and SWF experimented on him. I really hope he passed by the events of part 4 at the latest, but maybe they studied him until they were satisfied, and then kept him turned to stone. Maybe they had Joseph swing by and kill him idk. I just hope he found a peaceful ending.

[cryinginthebigbluehouse]

HEY THERE!!! 🥪🥪🥪

I’m Cheese Sandwich, but please please please.. you can call me Mod Cheese!!

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Here’s some quick Mod Cheese facts…

☆ I use any and all pronouns (she/he are usually preferred) !!!

☆ Genderfluid \꒰･◡･๑꒱/

☆ FANDOM NERD ALERT!!! I have an unreasonable amount of media interests… (CHECK TAGS)

☆ If I were a kitchen utensil, I’d be a BIG LADLE!!!

☆ I’ve got a master’s degree in yapping, forgive me if I’m a yap-yap-yapper!

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I’ve got cheese in my knees just thinking about all the fun I’ll have posting on this blog ^_^ !!!

Toodles for now!!

- Mod Cheese 🥪

[admirxation]

HI ADDY <33

4, 9, 14, 24 and 26 for the ask game (hehe sorry if this is a lot LMAOAO no pressure to answer all of them)

Hiya sweetheart, thank you for the asks <3 !!!! Lmao don’t worry about asking too much, you know me by now, I yap like it’s a full time job haha

4. What is your favourite book ?

Either V for Vendetta or Jane Eyre. I did my dissertation on V but Jane Eyre on my god that was the book that made me continue my degree in first year when I was about to drop out.

Read them both!

9. What do you consider your biggest accomplishment ?

Getting a degree from my dream uni, is forever my biggest accomplishment atm and for a long time cuz I still sit around and think “oh my god. I did that. Me. All me”.

but hopefully in the next year this can be replaced with learning to drive. Cuz I finally got over my fear and started learning, and oh I fucking hope I can drive soon haha

14. What are your favourite apps besides tumblr?

I know ao3 doesn’t count as an app but it’s on my phone tabs like an app so I count it, ao3 is my lover, my ride or die. And my other favourites are Pinterest, especially atm cuz I’m planning a long Levi series and I’m making a board for them. Oh and of course TikTok cuz chronically online haha

24. When did you first feel like an adult

So I went to uni 3 hours away from home, other end of my country and I remember when I was being moved in to my accommodation my parents all hugged me, and my lovely mother cried cuz I’ve never been so far away. I remember I kept telling myself I’m so excited to finally be on my own. But when I saw that car go… I truly felt alone, and was like oh fuck… they’re 3 hours away now… not just next door. And I remember walking back to my dorm, with my things in boxes, and going for my first grocery shop. It felt so weird to have a proper list and not just add things I wanted, I needed to plan and budget. That’s when I felt like an adult, and that was when I was 18, and moving far away does push you to an adult space.

26. How are you feeling right now?

At the moment very sick cuz I have an awful cold and I’ve got a red stuffy nose and all lmao. But in general I’m excited and nervous since I’m starting masters soon and I’m nervous about meeting new people and teachers but also excited to learn ???

Question game <3

[whitehartlane]

Yap master sham will entertain you: im studying english studies 75% and proto and pre history 25% (basically archeology) and i am SO thinking about moving to ethnology from archeology but i LIKE that and now i went to a little counselor and i CANT do 125% (english 75% + archeology 25% + ethnology 25%) NOR 100% but i do english 50%!!! And I'm truly in a big rush to finish this bachelor quickly because EYEEEE want to do an ausbildung or more likely want to study art part time!! (Maybe distance?) And like... THAT SUCKS! because idk if i wanna change my minor from archeology to ethnology!!! And i think i might just do two ethnology courses for extracurricular ECTs .... But like arggggh!!!!! It's still annoying because everybody tells me to enjoy uni like as in go out and meet people and have fun but I'm truly just here to learn and get a farking bachelor and idk if i should feel bad but i like... I don't see myself having that much fun here 😭 like for me that comes after when I'm done .... Like rn i can pick what i do and where ill live but i feel like im more excited for my life AFTER uni!!??

hello master sham 🫡 now as for what to study i can’t tell you that, i quite like your idea about taking two extra ethnology courses if that’s something that really interests you!! what i do want to do is tell you to do whatever feels right for you. the university experience is different for everyone and highly depends on what you study; some people like the partying and clubbing and going out aspect of it and some people are purely there to learn.

as all things in life it’s good to find a balance. i understand wanting to be done with your bachelor’s as quickly as possible especially if you’ve got plans for after and if you don’t vibe with the people there but from personal experience something that i’ve had to learn the hard way is don’t postpone your joy. some phases of life are difficult or can kind of be nail-biting to get through but it’s rly important to not fall into that trap of ‘yeah after this i’ll probably be more excited/happy’ because that ‘this’ keeps changing and suddenly you realise you’ve put your life and your joy kind of on hold. i’m not saying that that’s what happening with you at all but reading through this i was reminded of that bc i felt just like this!

i think it’s rly important that you find your joy in your day to day life more than anything and that you chase that joy. you absolutely shouldn’t feel bad about having or wanting a different uni experience than others and if your perspective on it is that you’re here to learn first and foremost then that is a perspective that should be valued just like anything else and is 100% valid!! your balance can be found in other places, like doing art or going on walks, it doesn’t necessarily have to be the german culture of parties and meeting people if that’s not what you want to do.

university is mostly also just a time of figuring yourself out on a personal level. what you’re studying, what you want to do, that’s all important—but the person you’ll grow into and become over the course of your degree. for some people that’s really major like figuring out their sexuality but for some people it’s more minor like learning how to make a grilled cheese without setting the kitchen on fire. and in the end this is another phase of your life, everything works out in the end even if it seems like you’ve got no clue what you’re doing in the moment, i promise you that! i rly believe firmly that whatever happens in life is a redirection to something else, so maybe you decide you wanna do eng 50% and archeo/ethnology 25% each and that opens up a path, or you switch to ethnology and that opens up another path, or you stick w archeology and that opens another path. in the end you’ll get where you need to go. there are only doors, no right or wrong things, and the good thing about doors is that you can always go back through them. 🤍

(also small tip from me an der stelle: if you’re stuck between two choices that you feel you want equally then take a coin and decide that one is heads and one is tails. flip it and look at the result. if the first feeling you feel when you see the result is a feeling of dread in your stomach then it’s not the thing you want right now. doesn’t always work but it helps!)

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

@sohereswhatyoumissedlastweek replied to your post “Bro i'll have my own kitchen soon. I don't have to...”:

I need the full story!! I don't think I saw it on my dash

​I only mentioned it in passing while yapping about Kierkegaard's philosophy of hope.

Basically I've been living in this student flat since 2017 and it's fine. I am fine. I got very lucky from the start, since I have my own bathroom, living room and bedroom. All together it's around 23m2, so yeet. Then I share a kitchen, a shared space, a washing machine and a dryer with 5 others. And I never thought I'd move, partially because I was supposed to stop studying in 2023 and you need to be a student to live here. But then after finishing my master's degree I added another 2-year master's degree WHICH I then extended into a 3-year master's degree cause stress (lol) and initially I planned on living the full extra years here as well, since again, this place is fine. The location is great. And it's affordable for this city.

But then last December I met up with my ""sister"" who lives in another student flat of the same organisation and her place is around 10m2 bigger with her own kitchen and only, like, €20 a month more expensive. And my mind started thinking. The reasons I never looked into moving before were a) the aformentioned graduation b) the expenses and c) this current one has a separate bedroom from a living room which gives me so much peace for some reason and I was under the impression this was the only building that offered that (as in, the others offer studios or single rooms).

But a) the aformentioned second master's degree + you can live here for around 9 more months after graduation, b) de kale huur scares people but with huursubsidie it's doable (aka the new apartment is even around €100 a month cheaper!!!) and c) my sister showed that there were more buildings that do this lay-out, but with a kitchen.

So since January I have been reacting on places. It's a lottery system, so completely random. A computer puts all applicants in a queue at random and the one who's placed first gets the offer bla, bla, bla. I have been looking at the building my sister lives in. That is the one I really wanted, but not the one I got. Then there was one on campus, aka my second choice. This one I got was my third choice and there was also a fourth choice that I actually genuinely didn't like so oop. So I've just been reacting weekly and hoping for the best (aka Kierkegaard would fucking hate me).

The fact that I got this one is so fucking wild to me, because literally yesterday I had to be talked out of withdrawing my application. And not only that, but I did this application last-minute. I applied every Wednesday, when the new applications opened. The thing is, a week ago I applied for an apartment at my first choice building, only to find out on Sunday that it's an apartment for disabled students. The whole thing was that there were currently no students needing those accommodations, so non-disabled students could apply, but there would be a clause in the contract that says that the moment a disabled student needs the room, you'd move out with the organisation seeking a new place for you. I didn't like that, so I withdrew and then was wondering if I should either sit this week out or apply for my 3rd choice building.

The reason I was doubting is because, as I mentioned, the applicant who places first gets the offer, but if they decline, the offer goes to the second place, and then third, and then fourth, and then fifth.... and I was no. 4 on an apartment of my first choice AND that ad hasn't finished processing yet after 3 weeks, which means no. 1 and possibly no. 2 rejected the offer. If no. 3 were to reject as well, the apartment would be mine. And I really REALLY wanted that apartment. So I did apply, but as I mentioned, I was this close to withdrawing EVEN THIS MORNING (you can before 11:00), because I was wondering if I should maybe take the chance on it. After all, there was a 3% chance I'd get the current one. And this was my 3rd choice. Monday and Tuesday I basically spent all day writing down the pros of this 3rd choice to convince myself to keep the application going. It's a great neighbourhood. It saves money. It's not 10m2 bigger, but around 7m2 and that's still a lot. I HAVE A BALCONY.

And people told me I needed to keep the application running just in case, because that 3% would still be more likely than 3 people rejecting an apartment, especially since a rejection means you are barred from applying for 10 weeks. AND THOSE PEOPLE WERE RIGHT, CAUSE I GOT THIS ONE.

So yes, it's wild to me that I spent months dutifully applying for my first or second choice (or not applying, if they weren't available) and then the week I apply for my third choice and I go on a rollercoaster of emotions because of it, I get it. I was a bit in a shock, and even though it's my third choice, I am still very, VERY elated. I have accepted the offer. They need to send me the contract and then it's official.

FUCK YOU KIERKEGAARD.

[mellyoraa]

ah, melly. saw your update status & decided to give my 2cents.

you have the time, be patient with yourself. it is easy for us to create fictional deadlines in our heads as in how we should (and when) reach certain milestones (graduation, marriage, children, basically everything) because of the influence of social media, and sometimes the people around us (direct or indirect).

but the truth is, there is no rush to have it all figured out. it is okay to struggle and to still be figuring out where or what you want to do in life, work-wise, - if anything, the moment you do finish your degree and get a job (because, you will) it will make that accomplishment all the more sweeter and rewarding 🥹 in my country we have a saying, the harder the climb, the better the view from the top.

please do not mind my yapping - in no way i wish to make it seem like i am patronize you, but i have been in the same headspace last year and had a major ✨️identity crisis ✨️, and accepting that i have to be patient (am not usually heh) and to reject an idea of having it all figured/planned out is necessary before age XY, actually did wonders to my psyche, and i hope it may offer you some comfort as well. your fanfics made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and i figured, you deserve some love as well.

hang in there, you got this 🩵

- vk

i struggle to even articulate how grateful and touched i am that you took the time to write this personal message of encouragement to me 🥺🥺💙💙 (i know who you are and i appreciate you so much). I really do struggle with being patient and feeling like i need to accomplish things within a certain time frame bc i used to be a super high achiever who never failed at anything as a kid/teen (classic 'gifted kid to burned out flop era adult' adhd timeline) and then my disabilities have knocked me down from that pedestal really brutally as an adult. so i'm having a really hard time adjusting to the reality that things might take longer and be harder for me to achieve bc of my disabilities, and i keep comparing myself to my neurotypical peers who don't struggle like i do to manage life. my family try to get me to have a bit of perspective and recognise that it's a huge achievement for me to soon be done with my master's degree in psychology, and that not everyone would have managed to do that whilst struggling with the difficulties that i've faced, but i can only see that it's going to have taken me 8 years when it should have taken 5 years and that i feel so 'old' to not be ready for 'real adult life' at 27. Anyway, I'm so so grateful that you took the time to send me this message 💙💙💙

[emptymanuscript]

Got into lecture mode in writer's group tonight. Which I try not to do because I really worry about dominating the group. I'm the organizer, not the professor.

It's both so nice and so depressing when I get into lecture mode.

I enjoy it and I can often tell that others enjoy it as well AND it always drives home the feeling that I've simply wasted my life.

Had I actually done what I should have done right out of grad school and tried to get a teaching gig, I bet I could have done it. And I would be nicely ensconced in academia teaching writing just like I intended.

It really feels like it is too late now. Not just time-wise, I barely remember anything about academia anymore and I have essentially nothing to show for my time away, but personality wise.

Hard to teach as a job when I can't guarantee I'm actually going to do... well, anything. Am I getting out of bed tomorrow? Am I going to do any sort of paperwork that needs doing? Am I going to do anything I'm supposed to do or agreed to do? Am I going to remember to take my meds? Am I going to bother to take them when I remember? Who knows? I don't. And I'm totally ungovernable when I get reactive. Can't exactly lose my temper, red out, and punch a student. They frown on that, I hear.

*Sigh* I know I'm good at teaching. I'm just not a teacher. And I'm not sure that I would actually make a good one if I actually was one. And it's all a moot point anyway right now. Just kinda wish it wasn't.

I dunno. Maybe I'd hate it if it was actually my job and not just me being unable to stop my yap from flapping. It's got to get boring and annoying after a while. Same shit, different quarter. I just find it so satisfying when I fail to stop lecture mode right now. Someone even said tonight that it was nice to see me animated :/ Need to try harder on all that. Or just get over myself and go for some kind of meetup course in spite of being a nutcase. You know. Whatever. :/ I just hate that the only thing I have to show for my Masters degree in the teaching and practice of creative writing is a piece of paper and a book I can't get anyone to buy. And I've got no one to blame for that except myself. No wonder I don't wanna be me. Feh.

[meisters-kleiner-fuchs]

HOT DAYS AND PETRE (sorry, I’m in the Southern Hemisphere)

It’s currently 36 degrees Celsius.

I haven’t left the house for a day or two and master is currently away. He won’t be back for a week or two and I’ve done my best to organise a sort of den on his bed (shh he doesn’t know - there is the pillows everywhere 😶).

So, I did go shopping the other day for some food and stumbled across these neat little teething items for pets which were in bone shapes and other pet related shapes. You fill them with water and then place them in your freezer and allow your pet to chew on them. They’re good for teeth as well for non human pets but I think they could be used in a petre setting.

It’s got me thinking about a pet regression day for summer.

1) Be aware that you will need to put sun cream on your pet and appropriate clothing for outside (I’m not ok with public petre- so the garden is best for this… unless you have permission for public play- personally, being a solitary creature: it’s a no from me).

2) always make sure your garden or space is safe. Appropriate paw pads and knee protection always - you never know what is in the grass. There could be insects that bite, wasps, bees, broken glass etc etc. this is also a massive safety precaution when your partner has negative reactions to bees and wasp stings.

3) water play- this could be interesting. You can set up a kids pool for your little in the yard. Use the hose and let them chase the water. Fill the pool with waterproof toys. Waterproof nylon collars- a must.

4) have a resting space like a picnic blanket. This should be sun shaded. I’ve had second degree burns from sun burn - it ain’t pleasant. You can have pillows inside but remember to put a towel inside if you will be using the kids pool.

5) frozen treats! Frozen blueberries in yoghurt and other fruits. Cold sandwiches with cold meats. The fun healthy stuff for your pet!

6) bring a bag of gummy bears and train your pet to wait by placing the gummy bear on their nose.

7) a beach day could be fun- if you are lucky enough to be solitary on them. Play retrieval games and dig in the sand. Let your pet chase seagulls and run from the waves.

8) dig holes in sand pits or in garden beds- although you might get scolded by your CG

9) if you have other friends who do petre, invite them! Chase a ball! Play music to cover up the yipping and yapping noises if needed.

10) if it’s your thing… roll in the grass!

Space rules:

1) don’t allow your pet to relieve themselves in the play area. If they do, they get time out. Get them to notify you with a signal if they need toilet time. Leg cocking can act as the signal. You can either a) stop petre for a toilet break or b) take them to another spot in the yard (if you allow this).

2) no digging up pot plants and stay away from the compost bin.

3) sun cream as per the directions on the bottle.

4) keep an eye out for sun stroke or heat exhaustion. You both need to be kept safe. Plenty of water and shade.

5) wildlife may be present so be careful. Keep an eye out for snakes etc. make sure your grass is cut low for this reason. Rushing your friend or lover to the hospital would not make a good day of summer petre.

[kawaiicatsposts]

I got a master's degree in yapping

[rikas-things]

Hello, everynyan! 😺🩷

This is my master list! Things you'd like to see, as well as info about me, will be here!

I'll mostly use this for my artwork and to introduce myself, so I hope you'll be intrigued to see about it.

More under the cut

🩷About Rika💜

Name: Rika, Rika M

Home: America

Hobbies: drawing, edits, making memes

Favorite color(s): Pink & purple

Favorite food(s): sweets 🧁

Least favorite food: potato salad 🤢

Favorite show(non-animated): Heat of the Night, Matlock (I'm prolly showing my age here lol)

Current obsession(s): Twisted Wonderland, Diabolik Lovers, Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen

(the ones in color are the biggest obsessions)

Other facts: I used to use Wattpad religiously, but after the site went to Hell and back, I've been trying to find alternatives and am currently working on sending my stories to Archive Of My Own (AO3). I'm trying to get a webcomic started but haven't thought up a proper plot yet...

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OMG, this series has a choke hold on my like none other!! I've played the game off and on for like a year and I've just recently gotten Rollo's card a few days ago, which also happened to be on my birthday! Best! Gift! EVER!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Ahem, even though this gatcha game has gotten so popular I'm sure everyone but the neighborhood dog knows about this, but in case you don't, I'll explain:

So Twisted Wonderland is this world centered around Disney. Particularly the villains, who are turned into these super beautiful anime boys who are all super capable with magic but have varying degrees of trauma. They all have to go to this school for magic to become official mages, and here's where you come in: you're a random who got transported into this world via horse and carriage, and after nearly getting burned alive by this talking cat and trying to explain to the very irresponsible and weird man with the mask that you ain't from here, you are allowed to live on campus until he "finds a way" to get you back home. Oh, and the crow dude's the Headmaster of the academy, by the way.

Loh story short, he has you be a free therapist for these gorgeous but dangerous bishie boys and you get rewarded with stuff to fix the dilapidated dorm the headmaster forced allowed you to stay in. I may or may not have butchered a bit of the initial plot but I hope you understood it. Blah, blah, blah, there are cards you need to collect and or strengthen through lessons, blah,blah, blah, the more power they are the prettier the art is- OH BUT YOU CAN'T DATE THE BOYS!

....yeah, this ain't an otome(girl's dating) game. It's a visual novel, but that won't stop the characters from flirting with you at random moments. Nor will the fandom stop from making them datable. La, la, la, can't hear you over the sound of my Idia x Reader getting over 200 reads!! ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Ahem.

Yeah, so this is the section for my fic. Sorry for the yap session (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠):

There's only a few of these available, and I'm not sure if I'll ever continue them. But if you'd like to see more of my amateurish writing, then I'd be glad to do so.

My artworks are here:

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Ah, Diabolik Lovers. For many, this series needs no introduction. But for a few of you who had not known about this franchise, I'll gladly tell you.

I first learned of this through the laughably bad "anime", which had me in such a blind rage, I barely remembered it before learning it had adapted from a game of the same name,.which, while I do have my own misgivings of the initial premise (the source material is DARK with a capital D) the anime does the series a great disservice.

Not only do the boys get scrubbed clean of anything that made them interesting, save for their sadism and their desire to drink Yui(our unfortunate heroine) dry, Yui herself is not even a person. Lots of the reasons and ideas behind her character are thrown out of the window for a cheap and lazy cash grab. Same for the second season.

That being said...

I'd be lying if I said this series didn't have me in a chokehold for the LONGEST TIME.

The game art, story, and generally everything else is far superior, and, with the exception of More, Blood-

And I dearly enjoyed everything involving it's characters, as well as the fandom and the funny meme content (Laby fans, where u at 😏)

And I've actually made my own interpretation of Diabolik Lovers in the name of Diabolik Alcoholik!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy your time on this silly little blog of mine and hope to see you soon!

[willowtalks]

Chapter 01: The beginning of 2024

I promise to my self. I will comeback here every weekend to throw up all the blabbering inside my heads. Sorry not sorry for every grammatical mistakes that i wrote here, if you are a judgemental grammar-nazi kinda person, please.... repent. HEHE

I inspired by a figure who keep writings in his medium about his day, story and his life which i wonder how was that real between all the business that he had. Beside of it, i figure out my new hobby since my hobby in arts and drawings are related to work, somehow its hard to find the satisfaction anymore. Well, that is why i come back here to get along with the words as what i did before.

I believe one day my writings will bring out some restropective feelings when i read this again someday. For my friends who read this, I know for sure that you are in your boredom, mischievous and idk what ure figure out since I rarely share about this on Tumblr, but if you read this, please tell me! (even though the writer-me-my self don't want to be found)

In the end of last year, i had made a big change to transform my self which i never regret my decision. I signed out from my previous company to have a sabatical rest to re-store and re-stack my brain. Gratefully, i figure out all the challenge that my psychologist had told me before. I get closer with my family, especially to understand about my mom and dad, i found a plenty of new friends with new perspective which was more conservative than my circle in Jakarta and also i got a chance to experience what-people-said the butterfly inside stomach. I re-arrange my routine with exercise and jogging. Now i know my self more, even i understand how to handle the sound inside my brains, (even though sometimes they still won the war.)

As the first child of the family, i should face the reality of living my adolesence life, therefore i applied to the new company where i can evolve more than before. Not so long after my job seeking time, i got job in NGO which concerned in education field. I have vision that this company could be my stepping stone to get master degree and scholarship. (Amen!)

The beginning of 2024 is the real battle after i hid out from all the responsibility. Welcoming the new era of me and my work as a graphic designer, the back and forth revision and yap maintain the interaction with the work-mates. All in between, i also need to maintain my mental health so i could still be a functional as a person even though the monster feels like want to jump out to hold the knife. LOL. At first, its hard until the time im writing this paragraph, i still keep the battle inside, the time of living alone but i know i would passed all this conditions.

Gunung Putri, the place that i lived now. Actually, its a liminal space for me. The chirping of the birds, church bells and people's laugh reminiscence me with the childhood memories that had been living inside me. The place where i experienced the first traumatic era of my life, where i figure out how the adults could be such a living evil. I still remembered how the kid inside me said "Im scared" when the first time i took a step on that holy yet traumatic building. Now i could release the forgiveness toward all the things that happened in the past, but im not sure if i can clearly actively comeback. Nothing has significantly changed in here, i still love the scenery, the shady trees, muddy soil that is still there from the past. Its giving me a sound of solutide (sometimes) Its better than living in the middle of metropolitan city. I guess!

[mudmushrooms]

all i do is yap. i got a degree in yapology. a phd. a masters. nothing but that womp whomp whomp sound from charlie brown. forever.

[hermionefae]

Stage Door - Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader

“Darling, shouldn’t you be leaving for the theatre?” I called out to upstairs. Bobby didn’t even stir, he just left his soft head snuggled on my lap, contented from his long walk and food I had given him earlier.  

“Yes” called down Tom “I just need to find....”

“Your phone?” I answered for him, picking up the slightly cracked mobile from the table next to me “it's down here.”  

Tom thundered down the stairs into the living room and took his mobile from my outstretched hand “what would I do without you Darling?” he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “What are your plans for this evening?”  

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably finish the third series of Queer Eye on Netflix.” Suddenly Bobby gave out a loud snore that attracted both our attentions “I know this little one won’t want walking later” I joked. Even in his sleep, Bobby’s ears twitched as if he could hear the magic word whilst unconscious. I tilted my face upwards and kissed Tom’s lips “Have a good show.”  

“Thank you, y/n, see you later.” Returned Tom. He gave Bobby a quick stroke and then left in the black car which had just pulled up outside the house. Bobby took this opportunity to finally wake up. He jumped off the sofa and onto the arm chair that was in front of the window. He placed his front paws on the back of the chair and watched his master get driven away.

“Daddy’s gone to work Bobby and I’m going to surprise him later.”  

When Tom had been cast in Betrayal, I was extremely excited. Harold Pinter was my favourite playwriter, having studied his plays in college and I had performed Pinter’s play One for the Road during my drama degree in Uni. Tom had naturally invited me to the press night but I had to go out of town for work and I was gutted that I couldn’t come back in time. Tom was disappointed but understood. That’s why we worked so well as a couple, both of us were married to our jobs but we still managed to find time to see each other. I was also grateful that he had got this job in London. It meant that we could actually spend some proper time together with Bobby.  

Whilst I was up in Edinburgh for work, I had secretly bought a ticket to see Betrayal, Front Stalls, Row K, Seat 3. It was close enough that I would get a good view but not close enough that Tom, Charlie and Zawe would spot me in the audience and ruin the surprise.  

The play would start at 7.30pm and it was currently 5.30 so I had a bit of time to get ready. I rushed upstairs into our bedroom and dived into my wardrobe to try and decide what to wear. Eventually I decided on a long, blue patterned silky dress with a plunging neckline. I washed my hair, dried it and put it half up in an updo and curled the bottom half. I applied a subtle 1920s inspired makeup look on my face and slipped on my favourite pair of heels.  

I returned to the living room and got out my ticket from the side drawer, cleverly concealed in a leaflet I had picked up a while ago. I turned to Bobby “what do you think?”

He gave a sharp yap of approval and I gave him a treat in response. I threw on a light jacket, made sure I had my Oyster card and left for the train station.  

Eventually I got into Central London and was face to face with the Harold Pinter Theatre where my other half, Tom Hiddleston was currently getting ready for his performance. Suddenly I heard my name being called at the side of the theatre, I whirled around to see Zawe’s face poking out from the other side.  

“Zawe, Hi! You should be backstage, shouldn’t you?”  

“Just stepped outside for some air” Zawe embraced me “Tom didn’t say you were coming tonight”  

I shook my head “he doesn’t know. Don’t tell him please, it’s a surprise” Zawe nodded and put her finger to her lips. “I won’t breath a word, enjoy the show!”  

I watched her leave and then dived into the foyer in case I saw anyone else. I took my seat and just listened to the conversations around me whist reading the programme I had bought. They varied from the posh twats who were attending the theatre because they had seen the amazing reviews in the Guardian or the Telegraph “oh you really must come Yoga Skiing with me, we do a yoga class and then hit the slopes.” said women directly behind me.  To the mid twenty-year olds on a night out with their friends who may have studied Pinter in school like me. “Oh, I don’t know if he likes me or whether he’s just being a typical guy who just wants to fuck” whined my neighbour to her red-haired friend. To those who just bought a ticket to see Tom, the Hiddlestoners “I don’t know if Tom gets naked in this, but we live in hope” Giggled the teenagers in front of me, I nearly laughed out loud at that one.    

Eventually, the house lights went down and I saw the Betrayal projection come up on the black curtain, then the curtain rose and there Tom sat on a chair with Zawe and Charlie in a tableaux. The play began and I was captivated with Tom’s movements, they were fluid and almost predatory. I found myself straying from the scene with Zawe and Charlie to just stare at Tom who was leaning up against the far wall. So still, so sexual, Jesus I was going to need a cold shower when I get home.  

The hour and a half went by really quickly and in no time at all the lights had gone black signifying the end of the show. I found myself rising to my feet as others did, joining in with the building standing ovation. I felt a slight dampness on my cheek and realised I had been crying towards the end of the performance. I remembered what had set me off. It was seeing Tom be so gentle with the little girl who played his daughter. She had fallen asleep in his lap and he had carried her off the stage. For the first time I found myself wondering if we were ready to start trying for a child.  

My thoughts ebbed away whist the trio took their bows once more. I watched as they left the stage and then considered what to do. Originally, I was going to find the duty manager and tell him to tell Tom that I was here but then I had another idea. I followed the Hiddlestoners around the building and joined the queue for stage door. I started to regret choosing such a light weight jacket. I was shivering all over, or was it from nervous excitement?  

Once Tom had emerged from stage door it didn’t take long for the line to go down, however my surprise was slightly ruined when he clocked me from three people away. His blue eyes sparkled and I saw surprise flicker through and then amusement. He clearly had come up with his own mischievous plan. The Chinese girl in front of me had her picture taken and finally it was my turn.  

“Well, hello there miss” said Tom, clearly, he was playing the I don’t know you game we played every now and again, it gave us a bit of a thrill, it was like meeting for the first time all over again.  

“The play was amazing” I blurted out, suddenly feeling nervous.  

“Why thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it” he winked at me and took hold of my phone. He smirked at my phone background, it was a picture of him and Bobby I had taken one Sunday when they had both fallen asleep together after lunch. “Oh, look it’s me!" He muttered. I sniggered; I really wasn't doing very well at this game. He held out my phone and we took a picture together.  

“I'll see you in a minute, wait for me at home.” Tom whispered in my ear. His voice never failed to give me Goosebumps. I nodded and left Tom to the rest of his adoring fans.  

It wasn’t long after I got home and greeted Bobby did I hear the doorbell go. I opened the front door to see Tom standing there looking as alluring as ever. “Forgot your keys again Mr Hiddleston?” I asked cheekily.

“Ehehe, something like that. There was a beautiful girl at stage door tonight, wearing the exact same dress as you.” He crept towards me and I stepped away to allow him to come inside the house “in fact, she looked exactly like you.”  

“Oh really?” Was all I could say; Tom was giving me the look. The look that made my insides squirm in delight. His voice would go low and dangerous and he knew there was nothing I could do to resist him, not that I wanted to. He did the same look in Crimson Peak and still can’t get all the way through that film without having to stop, it's even worse if he’s actually in the house at the same time.  

He kissed me passionately and we found ourselves in the kitchen. I hoisted myself up onto the breakfast bar and locked my legs around his waist. I worked off his jacket and shirt and he hitched up my dress and worked his hand up underneath it.  

We made love on top of the counter, not for the first time and once we had finished, we lay on the floor of the living room, holding onto each other. “So, you enjoyed the show then?” Tom asked again.

“Meh! It was alright” I joked making Tom chortle and he held me closer.