#i mean same thing happened with karma but i felt like pointing this one out first

[lavyyulu]

i think i deviated a little when it comes to Gakushuu's design

[vxnuslogy]

— 1:43 coincidences.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: kinich wasn't one to indulge in the creative waters of writing or english. but for a chance to know you, he'd willing jump into the ocean.

— warnings: none

— author's note: this was supposed to be for his birthday but i got lazy half way through so yeah. this is also a part 2 of 11:11 wishes and i highly recommend you read this one first!! art credits to @.n249g on twt. | 2.3k words.

— tags: @ryescapades @mikashisus @https-sourlimes ; if you'd like to be tagged, please fill out the forms in my pinned!!

english—writing class to be specific—was one of kinich’s least favorite subjects in school. not to say that he didn’t appreciate books and stories, he just simply preferred the more straightforward subjects like p.e. and math. he never really could wrap his head around the ideas of using so many literary devices to make a statement sound flowery. why can’t author’s simply say that the sky was blue or that the sun has set? kinich, more often than not, found them all unnecessary.

until you, that is.

kinich met you by coincidence during one of his basketball practices. a loud shout of his name from the stands and an enthusiastic mualani made him cringe internally as his teammates wiggle their eyebrows. with a roll of his eyes, kinich drops his water bottle on the benches and readied himself for whatever mualani wanted to do. his head curiously tilted to the side when he caught sight of you. 

you and mualani were the same height, you held her bag in your arms as you scroll through your phone. kinich must have stared a bit too hard. you looked, meeting his eyes with a curious but embarrassed gaze. suddenly all the metaphorical pieces of literature he once found exasperating had an entirely new meaning as you flashed him an embarrassed smile. he found himself captivated–unable to look away even when mualani came to obscure his view of you. with a heavy breath, he tried his best to keep his attention on her words, but he ended up missing the way your lips turned upward and eyes turn into small crescents. 

it would’ve been cute, dare he say romantic, with the way you kept stealing glances at him. kinich felt a certain itch at the back of his mind to at least smile back, but he never got the chance to. not when a stray basketball flies past his head and nearly hit you all the way from the stands.

“hey! watch it!” mualani shouts. hands gripping the metal bars tightly, ready to jump down and pick a fight with the player who had nearly hit you. 

kinich stood there, baffled and perplexed about you. he found your way of tugging at mualani’s arm amusing as she yells and points an accusing finger at ororon. you shake your head with a sigh and offer him an apologetic smile when he should be the one doing that. with his own heavy sigh, kinich turned around and crossed his arms, a scolding look in his eyes as everyone avoided his gaze. 

“kinich you better put your team in place or i’ll do it myself!” the volleyball captain in the stands yelled with an angry huff. she copied kinich’s pose and narrowed down her eyes but she simply looked like an angry kitten.

kinich’s ears picked up on your airy giggle and felt the hairs on his arms rise. karma must be coming back to bite him in the ass because now, at this very moment, he wished he’d paid enough attention in english class to find a way to describe the way you captured him with just one glance.

much his teacher’s surprise, kinich finally began to participate in english class. he would raise his hands to answer questions and when called, he’d try to answer even if he struggled. all of his classmates concluded something must have happened—you can’t really blame them for being curious, after all, kinich only took interest in very few things. 

he began to frequent the local bookstore too. drifting from one aisle to another, eyes skimming over the spines of the books he once took for granted. ironically, he found himself indulging in a newfound fascination with how words worked. a certain wish deep in the columns of his chest to find a way to describe you in the same way. that’s when kinich ceased all his skimming. ever since that day, he’s been thinking about you, more often than he should.

he knew you and mualani were close—attached to the hip with the way you grew up together. the council president would often brag about your achievements as if they were her own during breaks from meetings. mualani always had something to say about you—all ranging from nice, embarrassing, and intriguing. you also ate lunch together. kinich would always notice how mualani packs extra lunch and when the bell rings, you’re always outside the classroom. bag slinged over your shoulder, a book under your arms as you entertained yourself with your phone. 

during all of these times, kinich’s eyes will always slide over to your figure. trying to capture your mystique on paper with his rookie capabilities in writing. and for the second time, he must have stared too much because you ended up catching his stare. your eyes glossed over the opened book on his desk, the many sticky notes with messy notes, pens and highlighters matching the book cover, and how he keeps tapping his pen on his notebook. his finger’s twitched, heart lurching forward into your arms when your eyes twinkled with familiarity of his actions.

he was doing an activity for english class. and that’s when it all clicked into place. 

you flash him a smile as mualani tangled your arms together and tugged you to the direction of the cafeteria. no wonder your laugh sounded so familiar, it was the same sound he heard during english when he paid attention to everything but the lesson. the book under your arms had the same colored annotations as his and even the blue bracelet on your wrist looked familiar. you were the student sitting a few seats back from him. 

“what a coincidence,” he murmurs, shifting his attention back to the activity due tomorrow. but his mind betrayed him for the second time because instead of writing down his interpretations in the notebook, the word “beautiful” was instead jotted down. and kinich isn’t talking about the book.

dismissal hours and kinich did not mix well. while others packed their things to go home, he stayed behind to work with the council on the bulletin board. with a thud, he dropped to the floors as the others laugh. mualani ruffled his hair and promised they’ll be quick today, which he highly doubts with the way there was paint on her face and poorly hidden paper planes made out of spare papers. he shook his head in amusement and started getting to work.

by the time the clock hit 5, everyone had bid their farewells and kinich was left alone boarding the last bus of the day. he mindlessly paid the bus fare and looked for any available seats. the grip on his school bag tightened ever so slightly when he caught sight of a familiar mop of hair and blue bracelet in one of the seats. like a sailor being captured with a siren’s song, kinich made his way to you and cleared his throat.

you look up at him with the sun in your eyes. and he wonders if you’re aware of them. “is this seat taken?” a beat of silence passed before he caught the way your eyes widened and shook your head no. kinich swore he could hear the drumming of his heart as the sun sets behind you, casting a golden glow that makes you even more captivating.

“oh no, no! not at all,” you stammer out with a crooked smile. kinich nods in thanks and sits down. this must be the awkward presence of a blooming crush the books he’s read were talking about. he wanted to bury his head in his hand in sheer embarrassment. of course he concludes he had a crush on you as you’re sitting next to him. of course he just had to be awkward as you steal glances at him every now and then, trying to think of a way to strike up a conversation.

“are you done?” you ask and kinich has never reacted to a sound so fast in his life. “with the book review i mean.” another smile, another reason for kinich’s heart to beat. he cleared his throat and looked away, muttering a soft yes under his breath. you don’t speak another word after that and kinich curses mualani for sleeping over at a friend’s house today. 

now, kinich wasn’t one to abuse his position as a council member nor did he ask teacher’s for favors–but there’s a first for everything. with a knowing mualani behind him, he takes a shaky breath in and knocks on the faculty door to excuse his english teacher to ask to be partnered with you.

it was such a bizarre and surreal feeling. kinich was simply about to go to bed after basketball practice when mualani had decided to blow up his phone with messages and screenshots. conversations with you filled with all capital messages, numerous exclamation marks, and sobbing emojis he began to associate with you began to fill his mind as his heart started to expand. 

“ I WISH HE’D BE MY PARTNER FOR THE BIOGRAPHY PROJECT 😭 😭”

kinich never paid any attention to the project despite having more interest in class—he didn’t have any particular interest in anyone, except you. so for you to wish to have him as the subject of your written creativity, how could kinich resist? and there wasn’t any difficulty in convincing your teacher too. a poorly executed excuse of maybe having your creativity rubbing off on him was all it took for the two of you to be paired up.

when he leaves the faculty, mualani greets him with a knowing smirk, her hands behind her back as the two quietly make their way back to the never ending task that is the bulletin board. the girl made sure not to point out the excited glint in his eyes and how a smile threatened to spill from his lips when you passed by and waved at her.

“you’re such a goner,” mualani teased with a shake of her head. she only stuck out her tongue at him when kinich tried to kick her shin. but he didn’t try to deny anything, all he could think about what kind of questions he’ll ask you in the span of a month.

“blue. you were wearing a blue bracelet when we first met and i really liked it.”

“and”

“it suits you”

“is that a weird thing to say?”

it was embarrassing how quickly kinich closed his phone and put it on silent mode. that was something so unlike him to say—even his punctuations and spacing of messages felt out of place. but could you blame him? that damn blue bracelet complimented the tone of your skin, how light seemed to bounce off it and become a magnet–begging for him to hold. 

and was it wrong of him to assume you liked green because of him? he noticed earlier this week that your gaze lingered longer whenever he wore his jersey jacket and this one hoodie xilonen gifted him. “the color reminded me of a calming walk in the forest,” you had said when he sat down in front of you as he asked why you were staring (leaving out the part of the giddy feeling he’s captured your undivided attention with just a piece of clothing. he then wonders what you’d look like if you were the one to wear it.)

could you give his poor heart a break? after all you nearly injuring yourself trying to make it to class wasn’t on his agenda for the day (but he’ll never admit how nice it felt for you to cling to him). he never meant for your fingers to brush as you picked up the papers on the floor, nor did he mean to look away so quickly—missing the way your cheeks turned pink.

kinich’s gaze flickered over to that blue bracelet again as you checked your appearance on your phone, then it moved to your bag, and like a sailor following the north star, he took it from your back and said, “let’s go to class.” his voice was quiet—dare he think shy—as he covered half of his face with a curled fist. 

you denied his offer to bail you out of a lecture from your teacher and he promptly agrees. but kinich knows, deep down in the ocean of his heart that you won’t get in trouble when he’s by your side. maybe it was the adrenaline–or maybe just you–he loved to chase. he took steps and steps in your direction to pluck a stray leaf stuck in your hair. he doesn’t miss the whiff of your perfume—woody with hints of citrus and some cinnamon in the mix.

you smell like sunshine and the partner he wants for the rest of his life.

after the biography project, kinich finds himself sitting with you in a park after classes got canceled. you asked him to push you on the swing set and he complied without much of a fight. 

“i wish you’d be my partner for this project, and wouldn’t you know, it actually happened.”

“oh, i know.”

kinich laughs, something he does more with you, at your dumbfounded expression. the realization that mualani had snitched on you and that he went out of his way to make sure it happened like you wished for sent your cheeks ablaze. kinich loved the sight of you under the afternoon sun as he goes in front of you, on one knee like those cheesy prince charmings in stories you always gushed about.

“be my partner for life, that was my 11:11 wish today.”

if you were to ask kinich what his favorite season was, he would answer summer within a heartbeat. summer was the season when you met, the colors of the sun bathing you in all his favorite colors as you cheered him on from the stands during basketball matches with his name on your back. the many ice cream runs where you both complain about the heat, or when you drop by the council room to try and cool off because the ac is stronger. summer had you in it, but kinich wouldn’t mind experiencing the other seasons with you too.

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[lani-heart]

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parings -> park jay x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hybrid au warnings -> mental health, abandonment issues, etc. word count -> 1.3k

abstract -> in the end we suffer the consequences and not everyone is as innocent as they appear

y/n’s perspective

Why do I care? Why… was he being so distant? I thought we were finally getting somewhere when we got along yesterday. It felt like we took a step forward only to take two steps back. He was so sweet…

“I thought that we were becoming–” “Friends? You’re a loser, I’d never be friends with someone as pathetic as a scholarship student who cheated her way into getting it,” he said and I felt my vision blur and my chest ache.

I could only let out a pathetic smile like I did back then… “Yeah… I guess that was stupid of me” I said as we walked to the apartment silently and had to stop myself from crying. 

He was starting to remind me of her… which I guess made sense since she was his owner for a bit. Just like her, I thought… Was he actually becoming my friend? When we went inside, he went straight to doing his own thing. He was sweet yesterday and now acted… bitter and mean again. 

He went into our shared room… maybe to read. Maybe something happened in class? I’ll have to talk to the teacher, it's perhaps Sunghoon again? I’ve heard of him causing other people trouble because of… I hope she does get better. But then again… I'm experiencing my karma for it.

Maybe… I just need to cheer Jay up a bit? I have a bit of money left over… maybe I could go to the store and make him something while he’s avoiding me?

Maybe he was just upset and had a bad day… Maybe I could cheer him up!

jay’s perspective

Everything can change quickly… and it will continue to do so. I’ll have a new owner by the end of the month and another new one by the next like always… It was a stupid and harsh cycle. 

I soon heard the apartment door close… Did she leave? I hope I wasn’t too harsh but… it's for the best neither of us get attached. She clearly told me she couldn’t have a hybrid. I’d be too distracting and she needs that scholarship of hers.

What I said though… was a little harsh. She’s trying hard to prove she deserves this scholarship. The many books and piles of notes on her desk prove that. It was nice… it was a very different environment than what I was used to. But for some reason, I got used to it too quickly… maybe because she was actually kind and gave me the time of day unlike anyone else. 

I wonder… where I would go next? Maybe abroad? That seems… more realistic. I’d never see her again and I'd never see the other people here like my old owners, Sunghoon, or the people I envy.

I was so lost in thought I heard the door again but I soon heard a lot of shuffling with bags and pans... What was she doing? Was she cooking? I didn’t think she’d know how to… I felt a little selfish. I wanted her to rely on me, it felt nice especially since she seemed to like my cooking and even show gratitude for it. 

But I couldn’t… I’d have a new owner, I shouldn’t have even tried to get used to her. Or even attempt to befriend her just because I was mean to her. I said things to her that I shouldn’t have and she’ll be the same as everyone else and abandon me. The only difference is that this time she won’t be the one at fault.

It’ll be my fault since I'm pushing her away so…

What’s the point of… enjoying any of it?

“Jay” I heard as I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to wake me up. I looked at her clearly annoyed and she gave me an apologetic smile only to excitedly grab my hand and lead me to the kitchen. 

“I was sleeping” I muttered and she chuckled. “I know but food is best when made fresh!” she said and I scoffed. So she did cook that was nice of her but I couldn’t show her that… I soon saw a complete mess. Flour on the floor… or sugar? Maybe both… and then eggshells on the counter. 

She baked… and the kitchen looked like it exploded. 

“I made cookies! They’ve cooled for a bit so they're still really warm!” she said with a big smile on her face and… I took a bite of the cookies and it was overly sweet… obviously, she also didn’t measure correctly but somehow they were the best cookies I've ever tasted. They had the best intention and my bitterness seems to only ruin the sweet gesture

These were better than the ones imported from anywhere as gifts or bribery of other owners… even if I knew deep down it needed some work. It made me feel disgusted by myself. Compared to her sweet personality with my selfish and self-destructive one it seems to destroy everything around me. 

“What do you want me to say? You made a mess and made this?” I said and I saw her face drop from that beautiful smile to teary eyes like how it did earlier when she picked me up from the university. “I wanted to do–” “Do what? Make a mess and a waste of food?” I said and she stayed silent. I knew what I was saying was gonna make her get rid of me.

It was gonna be me finally crossing the line and making her snap. Maybe I just wanted to hurry up the process…

“I’m sorry” she apologized and I had to bite my tongue from apologizing myself. “What did I do to make you hate me?” she asked and I sighed. Nothing… I've just been abandoned too many times. You have nothing to apologize for. 

“How could I not?” I said and that seemed to snap her. She went to our shared room and locked it. I wanted so badly to yell out that I didn’t mean it. To get onto my hands and knees and beg for her to keep me. 

I wanted to be selfish Everyone in the end just leaves me and–

“H-Haechan… this was a bad idea!” she cried out. She was on a call with the boy who I was pushed into custody of. “He… hates me,” she said and cried. 

I don’t… but I do hate myself. 

y/n’s perspective

I don’t know how long I cried. 

I don’t know why I was trying so hard… maybe because outside of Haechan and Mark, I didn’t get to experience stuff outside of studying. 

For a minute when I was talking to Jay… when I thought we could be friends, I genuinely thought maybe it could work. He could be my hybrid… and my friend.

But like everyone else… he hates me.

Even after everything I thought was going good… everything turned around and started to go in a positive light. However… I guess it was only temporary.

I waited for the message when Haechan told me he was here. 

So I decided to confront him a bit… he was just sitting there as if he was waiting for something.

“Jay… I don't think I'm the right owner for you. You should be with an owner you actually like” I said and he didn’t say anything. 

“Uhm… Haechan is gonna come to pick you up. I hope you find a permanent home, you are a pretty bird so it shouldn’t be hard” I said and I saw his eyes widen as if he was shocked by something. He was gonna say something when the door suddenly let out furious knocks. 

“I’ll open it,” he said and I fully expected it to be Haechan or even Chenle but… “You really adopted my hybrid? How pathetic are you y/n? You’re trying so hard to be me still?” e/n…

“You know Jay… I’ll give you another chance since I couldn’t get that mutt. You won’t have to suffer and be trapped with a murderer”

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[radioisntdead]

Should've known better.

Velvette x reader

Song used

Warnings: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW INTERNSHIPS WORK AND IT SHOWS, also toxic relationships and just toxic in general, mutual domestic abuse [????? I don't condone it] took inspo from soap opera tropes, silly fic in general

It started years ago when Velvette and you were interns at one of the most prestigious fashion design companies, a place very strict on who they let intern and who they deem worthy enough to properly hire, the two of you had fought tooth and nail to get here, betraying and snuffing out any and all competition to get here, and neither of you were going to let the other become a full-fledged employee.

I was a bad girl I did some bad things I swear I meant it, but this couldn't be for nothing

Day in and day out the two of you were at each other's throats, stealing very opportunity the other desperately wanted in order to get to the top,

Ripping each other's projects apart, hiding them in places or just straight up tossing them in the trash, accidentally spilling coffee on the other.

Somehow, in-between all the fighting and sabotage, you managed to gain feelings for each other, those feelings coming out during a fight at a Halloween party you both happened to attend.

things were a wrap after that, work enemies during the day, girlfriends at night.

whatever happened it stays a secret when a tree falls in the forest

it wasn't a healthy situation by any means, one moment she was thinking of how she was going to slit your neck and leave you for dead in the breakroom, and the next she was a blushing mess under you as you kissed down her neck.

no one hears it another late night another ego bruised, and I always knew exactly what I do to you I was a wild card you always knew it,

It didn't matter what feelings she had for you, it wouldn't get in the way of her ambitions, love wouldn't get her own fashion line, it wouldn't buy her things, it wouldn't give her the fame she desired.

It was a matter of time

The outcome was inevitable, it was either you or everything she ever wanted, she would never put you above her own desires, so when she saw you slipping, getting soft for her, she took advantage, taking the chance to destroy her enemy that she shared a bed with at night.

I had to do it thou shall not lie thou shall not cheat thou shall not get caught or you'll end up six feet deep

Your portfolio was destroyed, worse than anything Velvette had done before, sketches upon sketches of designs ripped apart, finished projects for the company missing, projects that would've landed you as a full-fledged employee, that would've jumpstarted your career gone.

karma's a bitch

you were a wreck, asking her if she had any idea what happened to it, you didn't think she would do this, maybe before everything that had happened not now.

but she did, the way your boss walked up to her and praised her for your her projects told you she did before the aforementioned boss asked you to pack away your belongings.

I should have known better if I had a wish I would have never fucked around

The look you gave her when you were terminated from the internship was heart wrenching, but you should've known that this was the only outcome, you would've done the same to her if your places were reversed, it's just business, nothing personal.

when I saw the way you looked at me, I felt the knife twist karmas a bitch and she's with you right now.

She figured you'd get over it, that things would go back to normal between you like they always did but when she came back to the apartment you two shared, you were gone, all belongings of yours gone, anything she had got you left behind, anything you had gotten her was either missing or destroyed, no note, no nothing, she tried texting and calling you only to find that she was blocked.

she had gone to the point of no return.

thought you could trick me I know you're trying if I said I didn't love you I'd be lying and it's a Pity that you had the nerve did you really think you wouldn't get what you deserve.

thou shall not lie it never ends well made a deal with the devil now I'll drag you back to Hell karma's a bitch

The next time you and Velvette crossed paths was down in hell, neither of you were good people while alive so it wasn't a surprise, what was a surprise was finding out that your backstabbing bitch of an ex was an overlord now working with two old geezers.

you should have known better cause' I'll make you wish you would have never fucked around when I saw the looked at me, I felt your knife twist karma's a bitch and she's with you right now

You were doing well for yourself down here, becoming one of Velvette's worst competitors, you weren't second to her and her brand, you were exactly on par, it didn't matter how much she pushed her employees, how much she advertised on social media, she couldn't knock you off your pedestal.

better be good cause' what goes around comes around karmas a bitch and she's with you right now

You were proud of that, you were proud of how far you've come, no longer someone Velvette could backstab carelessly.

better be good cause' what goes around comes around karmas a bitch and she's with you right now

She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she did regret how things ended, she still wouldn't have chosen you but maybe destroying all of your hard work was a dick move.

and when I wake up from my sleep and you're no longer next to me our lonely room feels so empty just me in my regret.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss having you in her bed, having your arms wrapped around her.

And you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss her a little bit, the time you spent with her was nice, when she wasn't stabbing you in the back anyways.

Much like how things started all those years ago, you and Velvette ended up at the same party, where anyone who was anyone in hell's fashion or social media scene was there, and that obviously included you and your ex.

your cold eyes look back at me but now I have no sympathy

And like all those years ago a fight broke out, only no feelings were revealed instead you had to be pulled off of Velvette by five people because your fight had turned physical and you were winning.

that night's a distant memory I wish I could forget I won't let you forget

One would think that would've resulted in further hatred but instead you were found snuggled up around her the next morning with only a blanket covering the two of you.

karma's a bitch I should have known better if I had a wish I would have never fucked around, when I saw the way you looked at me, I felt your knife twist, karmas a bitch and she's with you now

And so history repeated itself just worse, far more worse, instead of destroyed projects, stolen work, it was blue and purple bruise, teeth marks left so deep that it bled, broken electronics, damage done to each other, with each mark she left on you, you returned it tenfold.

and I'm with you right now

karma's a bitch karmas a bitch better be good cause' what goes around comes around karma's a bitch

One minute you had your hands wrapped around her neck hard enough to stop airflow and the next you were kissing the bruises you had left.

This would end by one of you dying, either by extermination or by the hand of the other.

Good evenin' folks, If I had a dime for Everytime I used a version of this song for a silly fic with one of the Vee's, I'd have two dimes, not much but it's concerning.

Anyways I heard this cover the day it was posted and immediately wrote this hence why it's messy, then last night I figured out how to do a gradient with the font colors and it looks AWESOME in my opinion, anyways as always thank you for tunin' on in, have a great night folks!

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[thelunarfairy]

Okay, let's talk about something random

Omg, it's so embarrassing >.<

So, it's been a while since I created this account and I've already gained some followers, thank you all for that :3 (it means you like the crazy things I post)

So I wanted to talk a little about myself (even though I think no one cares XD)

Ok, I'm going to be serious now XDDD

I created this account because I really like JSHK and I wanted to talk about some crazy ideas or theories about the series and I felt welcomed here ^u^

I want you to know that a lot of things I post are just some crazy ideas that I occasionally have and that it's okay if you disagree, be kind S2 or if you agree I'll be happy if you want to talk to me about it :3

In fact, I hope you feel free to talk to me if you want, whether with an Ask or a message, I love talking about JSHK, if you also love and like crazy theories you can come talk to me if you want.

Don't take the things I say here too seriously, about the theories specifically, I may change my mind in the future or it's just crazy in my head, the most important thing for me is not to be right, but to have fun!

I'm trying to unravel the story in the most entertaining way I can, so it's okay with me if I'm wrong about the things I post (because no one other than Aidairo knows what's actually going to happen) XDD

Anyway, that's it.

Some other information that I don't know if you're interested in but I'll leave it here.

I am a girl

I'm Brazilian, I'd like to make that clear because if there are any Brazilians who also want to talk to me, feel free! (Sou brasileira, gostaria de deixar isso claro porque se tiver algum brasileiro que também queira falar comigo sinta-se a vontade!)

I speak English and Portuguese

I post randomly, but I usually post a lot because I tend to create theories and crazy ideas out of completely nothing.

Anyway, that's all, if you've read this far, thank you very much for giving me your attention :3

Bye bye~

Index

THEORIES:

Amane's Darkness

Could it be that in the time of Amane

Amane's past

The house and the fire

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

Predictions of the tragedy

These hands…

The Cursed Seal

ANALYZES:

The monster inside Hanako

One of the mysteries of the Yugi twins

Hands on the walls

The irony of life and Hanako's karma

The forecast

Did you notice?

When you remember that at some point, Hanako will have to say goodbye to Tsukasa again…

Amane's disease

"Red Thread of Fate"

Okay, let's talk about Mitsuba

Amane's possessiveness and insecurity

Natsuhiko and the mysterious door

The relationship between Tsukasa, Yashiro and Amane

Tsukasa's relationship with the red house

Yugi Tsukasa's mother

Sixth sense or predestined death?

Oh my, Yashiro is interested in a lot of boys

Yashiro and Tsukasa's Relationship

YUGI TWINS

The melancholy love of the Yugi twins

Did Tsukasa do this?

Hanako's mental age

I wish I could hear his voice

FINDINGS:

Hanako's boundary

Tsukasa's toys

ASKS:

About Yorishiro 1

Spelling errors and pronouns

Twin stars 1 || Twin stars 2

Tsukasa’s emotions 1 || Tsukasa's emotions 2

Tsukasa's parents

Sumire

Tsukasa's kiss

Hanako's feeling seeing tsukasa for the first time

Nene-chan and I are the same!

Could Hanako have done something to stop Tsukasa's kiss with Nene?

The mysterious hand 1 || The mysterious hand 2

Tsukasa image analysis

Tsukasa's behavior

Who do you think is gonna confess first? Hanako or nene?

Hanako's duty

HANENE:

A post about Hanene

Yashiro's wish and Hanako's self-control

Hanako's cute side

Nene ankles

She was exposed

Does Amane remember?

Hanako and Yashiro's tragic love

Reblog

Hanako-kun's jealous punishment

Hanako's look of desire and love

I still want to see this date, right Aidairo?

The insecurity

Hanene reblog

It was the first time a girl said she liked me, it made me happy…

The active Hanako and the passive Amane

Hanene reblog 2

The moment when Hanako fell in love with Yashiro

Details

But what about Amane and Yashiro's date?

Zombie Hanako and his wish

I know what you did here huh, Aidairo

Hanene reblog 3

This scene

RANDOM:

The invisible ghost

Yashiro Nene priorities

Natsuhiko's love potion

A compilation of jealous Hanako-kun

Tsunene reblog

Tsukasa reblog

Hanako reblog

Yugi twins

Okay, it's cute but

Just a compilation of random Hanene moments

Kou reblog

Just a compilation of random photos of Tsukasa

Just Tsukasa and Mitsuba being happy friends

Amane's Possessiveness reblog

Just a bunch of random photos of two idiots (Kou and Mitsuba)

Just Hanako-kun blushing or embarrassed

Nene and Aoi

A funny detail about the hamsters' space wars

Backstage 1

A tiny Tsukasa trying to put a birthday hat on top of his hat

Just a little ghost and an exorcist boy being best friends

Strangely similar….

"We're the same"

Karma

Hanako and Tsuchigomori

Just Tsukasa having his patience tested

I've been thinking (Tsukasa and Hanako)

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Karma is my Boyfriend

Synopsis:

You may not have any plans on exacting revenge to those who've wronged you, but when karma hits them it's no mystical thing, It's just your boyfriend who remembers everything.

Note: NO CURSE AU, Gojo x AFAB!reader, Freelancer!Gojo x College student! Reader

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College isn't as easy going as your parents told you, neither was it your most memorable time. It was school, and like all things it had its ups and downs. For a person studying Clinical Psychology, you found that learning to read people and constantly being surrounded by them, wasn't a good mix. Yes, you have bullies, though you are annoyed by their actions your rational mind knows that the only reason they pick on you is because they either feel powerless towards the adult figures in their life or they point out your flaws that they too see in themselves in hopes of transferring their insecurities. Pitiful actions really. Satoru believed you were a saint because of it. How could you, an angel (in his very humble and true opinion, as he once so kindly exclaimed) be so understanding to the slimy, filth of the earth kind of people. Good question.

"Look at her, how can her boyfriend stand to look at her face all day? She looks like a corpse reanimated." A voice cackled.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means. Let me guess, it was the word for the day?" You said off handedly.

Her friends or posse, glared at you. Like you cared. They snickered to themselves as you suddenly felt a warm liquid cascade down your body.

"Oops, now you look exactly like you should." Their leader laughs, a shrill sound really.

You didn't really care but this was a very expensive sweater that Satoru bought you with his first paycheck for one of his gigs. You sighed, sure he would say something along the lines of 'its alright, I can buy you fifteen more of those' or 'that sweater was so last season, now I can buy you something new' but this was your favorite. You wordlessly took off your now ruined sweater and walked away. A ruined sweater wasn't worth getting called to the dean's office.

Now Satoru was a lot of things, model, gamer, streamer, dance choreographer, substitute teacher for a high school (you don't really get how he keeps getting that), and in his words your loving rich boyfriend. But what you didn't know is that he's petty and vengeful to a fault. He believes that if you wouldn't do it, might as well he does because you are too empathetic for your own good (thank God you were studying to be a therapist). Now you may not tell Satoru about the bullies but Suguru does. You didn't know that Suguru was in the same university taking his Master's degree in business, and coincidentally just taking a video of the entire exchange to send to your lovely boyfriend. Yes, weird but in Satoru's defense his friends like you more than they like him (he's not entirely wrong).

Satoru received a message from Suguru, minutes after you walked away from your bullies. This day was his Streaming day, so mid stream his fans would say that it was the first time they've seen him frown. He kindly apologized to his fans and ended the stream early that day. He knew you weren't one to complain, or to tell him what happened. So he wordlessly shops online to get you a better and cheap (in his opinion cheap means something your bullies can't afford even if they used their daddies black card) sweater that you were sure to love.

"Toru I'm home." he hears your voice call out.

He smooths out his features, and smiles when he sees you enter your shared room. He also takes note that you probably used the university shower since you're wearing a different blouse and cardigan (both bought by him on your twenty-first birthday).

"Sweetie! Your home!" He lunges at you, long limbs and all.

"Toru, you're heavy and tall!" You whined.

"You left me all alone here in our home and when I show you how much I miss you, you complain." He sulks in a corner, making you laugh lightly.

"Not what I meant and I had to go to school." You reasoned.

"Take me with you." He whined even more, somehow reminding you of a kicked puppy.

"Tried that and do you remember what happened?" You asked.

"Not really, I just knew that I was ripped away from my darling baby!" He exclaimed as he walked towards the bed and flopped on it.

You shook your head as you opted to cuddle close to your boyfriend. You were exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically. Satoru was more than happy to provide you comfort. As you slept, he checked out the people in the video that Suguru sent him. He remembers their faces, their leader, he remembers is also a model for the same brand he models with. She would brag about getting the job because of her father. He was close friends with the brand owner, after all she was his senior.

"Mei-mei, remember that one really annoying model of yours?" He messaged.

"Yeah, what about her?" She replied.

"Can you just terminate her contract and fire her?" He asked.

"Sure. I'd let Utahime deal with the rest. Plus she barely does shit. I didn't even hire her, I specifically said no, and her god father who works in the stupid casting still got her. Fired him too. But why do you want her gone?" She texted back.

"Bullied my girlfriend." Was all he replied. Mei-mei only sent him a thumbs up. Next were her friends, which was way easier. They were rich kids, just staying in the school because their parents were paying for them to be there, even with all the violations they had. Did it help that he was from a distinguished family and that Suguru was willing to play a part as well? Yes. Suguru's family and his family all petitioned for all four of your bullies to be expelled from the University and any of its sister schools, they complained that scandals like these were not worth protecting.

When you went to uni next week, you were surprised to see all four of your bullies having their things and themselves removed from the premises. You eyed them curiously and went about your day. You thought that maybe they were found doing something they shouldn't but they were rich, don't rich people buy their way out of their problems? Nonetheless you were kind of glad.

When you returned home, you found Satoru cooking in the kitchen. He's been proud of his skill as well after he took some classes since he felt bad having to make you cook dinner after your uni and your part time job.

"Welcome back? How was your day?" Satoru asked.

"Work was fine, the cafe was packed today. School was also fine. Saw some people get escorted out of uni." You said.

"Ooh, tell me all about it." He said as if he wasn't the reason.

"Well, the ones who were escorted out were notorious bullies. I mean who remains a bully well into college? Like what fucked up psyche must you have to do that? But they were also my bullies so a part of me was glad." You said the last part softly.

"Did you say they were bullying you? Baby you should've told me. I would've given them a piece of my mind." He cooed. He should really get an award for how well he's acting right now.

"Yeah but it's nothing." You said as you clung to him.

"Well at least they won't bother you anymore." He said truthfully.

"Yeah. Karma really got them in the end." You said as you looked up at him with a small grin.

"Yeah, I told you so, Miss Taylor Swift is correct." He said playfully.

"Now let's eat dinner and watch the really cute anime we found." He added as he sat you down.

Yes, karma really got them in the end but just like what Taylor Swift also sang about. Karma is your Boyfriend, and he truly will do anything to keep you happy. Even if he seems petty.

[thepenguisalive7]

Here’s my little food for thought. If this upsets you, please look away! You don’t have to interact with me if you’d rather not see it 👍

Okay, I think some people on Twitter, hmmm

Why are some of them making this about q!Foolish and q!slime? I think some people are misinterpreting and assuming q!bad is being played the fool, but really, his grievances is more about being seen as a tool? Maybe they’re upset because that’s what their characters are going through? But they’re also ignoring other things q!bad did for said characters.

Sure he said some off things with q!slime and arguably pranks q!foolish a lot, but he also helps give them so many things, I don’t understand why people say he deserves this karma? I mean, q!slime did try to kill all the eggs before, his egg included. In rp, wouldn’t you be upset if someone did that? Q!bad usually tries to lean into rp whenever he plays on the server. He words were terrible sure, but he gave q!slime a full deck of maxed out armour and a backpack for basically free once, just because he felt bad for him. Even went on a little adventure to cheer him up. I understand that maybe q!slime viewers didn’t see this because it was on another persons stream and slime wasn’t streaming but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

He helps to take care of Leonarda for q!foolish, and this isn’t to say q!Foolish is a bad parent, he’s a great parent! But it’s just that, so many people are saying q!bad deserves this law against him for wronging q!foolish? Land duo are just different in my opinion, they know when to push and when to stop, and it’s their thing. Q!BBH pulls pranks, but never really with the intent of permanent damage or significant damage. They’re almost always easily removed. Q!foolish calls q!bad names and they argue but that’s how they work. But if you want to argue their interactions a little, q!foolish also does leave and expect q!BBH to take care of his egg. There was even a weekend where q!BBH explained he would’ve liked a heads up, and q!foolish just said he already kind of expected q!bad would do it anyways. And there have been times where q!bad would ask for some thank you’s from q!foolish, for taking care of Leonarda at times, to which they banter and it never happened.

But this isn’t really about q!slime and q!foolish, so I don’t understand why people are so insistent in bringing up Bad’s wrongs with these two people? When this is his grievance. Saying he deserved it for the wrong he’s done with these two, when they’ve also done things that contribute to the build up on why he’d be upset? I’d rule out land duo personally, because I like to think they’re the only duo that can mess with each other and more or less understand, but if you’re going to bring it up, I’ll bring up my counter argument.

What his grievances is really about is starting to feel more like a tool, the government issues, and his relationship with q!forever. It’s about q!bbh, so why rope those two into this???

They say q!BBH treated them badly, so he deserves this. Q!slime tried to murder every egg after Juanaflippa died. Did he succeed? No. Does he regret it? Ye. No harm done yeah? But he did try to kill a lot of eggs, and the intent was definitely there, even if he’s apologetic of it later on. Do people have to forgive him straight away cause the intent was there, even if he was grieving and upset? I don’t think so. If q!slime did the same thing recently, people would be a lot more upset, seeing as to how they reacted when q!forever striked Leonarda during an intense moment.

I guess maybe it gives people more insight on the wrongs of q!bbh? Hmmm… But it kind of just feels at one point that people just don’t want to hear out his character at all, and just go ahead inserting other characters to discredit how q!BBH is being fleshed out. It feels a little unfair because when slime was upset, people were happy to support him, even so far as having six people defending him (q!BBH included) for attempted murder? And q!foolish lore where he felt isolated because of the pac and Mike arresting and being stuck in the nether. That lore was okay, and is appreciated. Why not this one?

I just don’t think it’s fair to call it karma? When all characters are a little morally grey. You can have favourites, but come on. And then saying he deserves it, despite the fact he helped out those two a lot as well. Feels a little in bad taste.

But this is again just my opinion, I’m not necessarily the best, and if you’d like to discuss, please do so politely! And if you disagree, just ignore this post and move on

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

come one, come all, it's happening again

Part 2/2 of "i'm coming right back to where i belong"

Summary: As Penelope tries to come to terms with Luke's feelings for her, she's thrown another curveball, but it ends up being exactly what she needed.

Word count: 1413

Can also be read here on Ao3

Karma was a bee-yotch, and she had it out for one Penelope Grace Garcia. She hadn’t been working that closely with Luke up until that point, so she figured it wouldn’t be that hard to have some space from him (and those damned expressive, concerned, beautiful brown eyes) while she figured out her next steps. 

But, as Lady Un-luck would have it, Rossi called to let her know that Emily was currently down for the count, and JJ was checking on her, while he and Tara were needed elsewhere. Meaning she and Luke would have to work together on their newest lead, some woman named Teresa. Oh, and the sewage-flavored icing on the moldy, rancid cake? She was Tyler’s ex-girlfriend.

She would have laughed at the craziness of the situation if she didn’t feel so damn awful. She’s sure she and Luke would have caught eyes and smiled about if the irony weren’t so… unfortunate. And if he wasn’t so busy looking like he wanted to murder Tyler at any given moment. 

Luke was, of course, being a complete professional with Penelope, meanwhile, she had a storm raging internally. His behavior never changed, because why would it? If he had truly felt these things for her the whole time, as he apparently had, why should he change? Penelope cursed herself for not figuring it out sooner. It really was obvious. 

Once Penelope had tracked down Teresa, they had to call her in for her own protection. And then was when things went from awkward to who-the-hell-is-writing-this-soap-opera. Teresa was younger, taller and had some tattoos, but by god she looked like Penelope. Her hair was the same. Her fashion style was the same. Penelope was even certain she had had that same pair of glasses once upon a time. 

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Luke muttered under his breath when he saw her.

Penelope was at first a little jealous of Teresa, in some disturbed way. Then she saw how Teresa and Tyler were together, and her heart melted.

“Oh my god,” she whispered to Luke. “They’re still in love with each other.”

Luke huffed out a laugh. “This could not get any weirder.”

He never should have underestimated her.

***

After the case, Penelope and Tyler were alone in the Round Table Room, gathering their things.

“Thank you,” he said in a quiet voice. “For helping me.”

Penelope smiled at him. “You still love her.”

He hung his head. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be. It never would have worked between us, because when you look at me, you see someone else, and when I look at you…”

“You do the same?”

She laughed lightly. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Tyler glanced out the round table window to the bullpen where Luke could be seen discreetly trying (and failing) to not glare at them (Tyler) through the windows. “I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you.”

“It’s really that obvious?” 

He shrugged. “Eh. Less so for you. But he hates me ten times more than anyone else on your team does, so…”

“I have no idea how I missed it for so long.”

“You should go for him. You two would be a lot better together than we ever could have been.”

“And you should go for her,” Penelope told him. “Something tells me if you explained yourself… she’d give you a second chance.”

Tyler’s face lit up. “You think so?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Go.” 

He knew Teresa was on her way out, so he bolted from the room, hoping to catch her before she left. Penelope followed behind, smiling, and stopped beside Luke’s desk.

“What’s up with him?” Luke asked. 

Penelope nodded with her chin toward Tyler and Teresa, who could be seen through the glass doors, right in front of the elevators. 

He was holding her hands and clearly speaking very passionately. She looked shocked for a moment, but then smiled, stood up on her toes, and kissed his cheek. 

Penelope was positively beaming as she watched them head out together, hopeful they’d find a way to make it work. 

Luke looked over at her. “Did… did you do that?”

She nodded, still grinning widely.

“Wow,” he said, voice soft, and kind of impressed. “That’s really big of you, I’m proud of you. I know how much you cared—”

She cut him off. “Stop. Don’t be proud. It was a no-brainer. Plus, you and I need to talk.” She extended a hand to him. “Come with me?”

Confused, he took her hand and followed her to her lair. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine. Great, even. Or, it has the potential to be. But I have a lot to say to you and I didn’t want it to be overheard.”

“Okay… that makes me a little uneasy.”

“No!” Penelope exclaimed. “That was not my goal. I have a lot to apologize for. And amends to make. And thought processes to explain. So could you just let me talk for five minutes to make sure I get everything out?”

He nodded.

“Amazing wonderful thank you. So. Until, like, two days ago, I had no idea you ever had feelings for me. And I realize now how obvious you were the whole time, but there are reasons why I didn’t see it. You remember I was shot, right? Well, the person who shot me had asked me out, and so it kind of messed me up in the head a bit, giving me the idea that if it seems to good to be true, it probably is. Especially since he was the last conventionally attractive person to ask me out until, well, you. And yes, I can see you doing the mental math, there were, like, 13 years between those two events. So, you know. I thought you were too good to be true. Not that you’d ever hurt me! But I thought there was no way I could be so lucky that you’d… actually want something real with me.

“And on top of that, you have no way of knowing this because it was before you, but Derek Morgan. He and I were very flirty. For eleven years. But nothing ever came of that because it was a joke the whole time, and we both knew that! And then he left and you came along and when you started doing the same things he did… I was just so used to it being a joke it never occurred to me you might actually mean what you were saying. And I realize now just how obvious it was from your point of view how obvious it was, but you have to understand from my point of view it wasn't. So when you asked me out I was thrilled but I was also shocked. It didn't make any sense to me. And then things were awkward, so I figured I was right! It was too good to be true! I thought you were trying to find a way to let me down gently so I beat you to it but because my heart was breaking because I had been so excited I said some awful, untrue things I didn't even mean, and I just… I'm so sorry, Luke. That's what I'm trying to say. I am so sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I pretended to hate you all those years, I'm sorry I did and said all those awful things, and I'm sorry that when you admitted the other day that you'd had feelings for me this whole time—even if you didn't say it in as many words—I didn't say it back.”

Luke finally broke his silence, his voice thick with emotion. “You have feelings for me?”

She nodded, crying a bit. “And I know I've been so horrid lately, but if there's any part of you that's willing to give me a second chance…” 

“You mean it? You'd want to be with me?” 

“If you'll have me.” 

He took a step towards her and crushed her in a hug. “Just promise me you won't run from me again. I love you, Penelope, if we're doing this, we're doing this for real.”

She kissed him. She kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe. Then she caught her breath and kissed him some more. “I love you too,” she whispered against his lips. “I won't run. I promise. I'm in this. Forever.”

[esther-dot]

What do you think about Jaime's fate? Is he doomed by a narrative? Is he doomed because of the show? Or does he stand a chance?

Personally I'd like to believe that he would live. As far as I can remember (I could totally be wrong though) the most evil thing he does in the series is the Bran thing. And westerosi karma already held him responsible - he loses his ability to do that one thing that he loves the most and becomes disabled just like Bran. He's not the kindest, bravest, most noble etc person in the westeros but he's far from being evil like ramsey or tywin or cersei. Imho he's way better than fan favourite boy tyrion and not so favourite boy stannis - for a bunch of reasons. I just don't want him to die although chances are, well, questionable.

So how do you see his chances to survive?

Hope you're having a nice - or at least decent - day!

It's lovely weather, and I took a long walk first thing which means, it's a great day in my book. Thank you!

I can't remember what specifically convinced me, but somewhere along the line I accepted that Jaime and Cersei would die together, so I believe D&D got that from Martin. I wrote at the time that Jaime is a better man for returning to his sister/lover/mother of his children than leaving her to die alone, so I didn't share the opinion of the rest of the fandom there. It's really easy to project our feelings about a character onto a different character, and I think that happens a lot with those two.

Anyway, since then, @istumpysk has collected all the book foreshadowing for them to die together (here, a long google doc about it, more here), so I give him no chance of survival.

Ramsay is cartoonishly evil, so I don't think he's particularly interesting. Tyrion is Martin's fav and will likely benefit from that, Stannis is doomed, but Jaime really is an interesting character. My controversial take is that I don't think he's more deserving of a happy ending than Cersei who all the fandom recognizes will die. Yes, this a) reads like foreshadowing for King Bran, and b) also reads like karma:

"Does the sight of my stump distress you so?" Jaime asked. "You ought to be pleased. I've lost the hand I killed the king with. The hand that flung the Stark boy from that tower. The hand I'd slide between my sister's thighs to make her wet." He thrust his stump at her face. "No wonder Renly died, with you guarding him." (ASOS, Jaime V)

but I didn't think Jaime fundamentally changed as a person as far as values go? That's a severe punishment for him, I'm not gonna minimize what it means to him, but I did laugh in the show when he's facing Bran and unapologetic because to me, that's Jaime. Martin writes kid killing as a big no-no. Jaime is pretty cavalier about it:

Jaime got to his feet. "Your wife may whelp before that. You'll want your child, I expect. I'll send him to you when he's born. With a trebuchet." (AFFC, Jaime VI) Ask Edmure how chivalrous I am, thought Jaime. Ask him about the trebuchet. Somehow he did not think the maesters were like to confuse him with Prince Aemon the Dragonknight when they wrote their histories. Still, he felt curiously content. (AFFC, Jaime VII)

Now, I don't think dying with Cersei is necessarily meant to be read as karma for Bran, but I included the above for two reasons.

1.Jaime is a foil to Jon, I believe we're meant to contrast Jon's, morally grey perhaps, attempt to save a child with Jaime's disregard for one, and overall compare what their upbringing, the morals or lack thereof instilled, have formed of these two who had similar dreams, experienced disillusionment, shared the same hero:

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out... (ASOS, Jon XII)

2. Jaime and Cersei are a variation on the Aemon and Naerys idea, and the parallels between Jaime and Jon, Sansa and Cersei, point to Jonsa being the positive variation of the old tale. So that expectation, in which Jon will successfully save Sansa from a marriage she doesn't want (hello girl in grey prophecy) and they'll fulfill the maiden/warrior vision that Jaime once had of himself and Cersei, the underlying, uh, preoccupation with and loyalty to their sisters (that Jaime has and Jon will have post reunion) means I'm ok with Jaime deciding his fate is to be with Cersei, in birth, in life, even in death. As I thought it worked in the show, returning to Cersei in the books will likewise mean he is able to have some self-respect. I don't think you can read his, I mean, I would say Cersei obsession and believe he'd ever have any peace of mind if she died alone while he had to go on living. We will get a healthier, happier version of the “brother/sister” (in the Targaryen sense) relationship with Jon/Sansa to complete the convo which is important to keep in mind when bemoaning the fate of certain characters--their endgames are part of a much bigger picture.

I thought this was a great write-up of his character which you might enjoy reading:

But what’s so vital about Jaime is that this is who he is - a bad person, a person willing to kill children to achieve his aims - but it isn’t all he is. And the point of introducing him as a POV is to force us to confront this fact, the fact that this would-be childkiller is also a three-dimensional, even sympathetic man with his own heartaches and struggles, with a sense of humor and a sense of honor and the saved lives of half a million people to his name. The good deeds don’t cancel out the bad, but neither do the bad cancel out the good. And instead of allowing us to take the easy path and categorizing him as either ‘purely evil’ or ‘wholly redeemed,’ the story simply pushes us to dwell within the psyche of this complex, broken man who is neither fully one nor the other. (link)

[review-anon]

Whatcha think of Wolfgang? I remember when you didn’t trust him for shit, lol.

//OBJECTION! That’s heresy!

//Thoughts below the cut.

//You are right I didn’t trust Wolfgang whatsoever and that’s mainly due to pattern recognition. He gave me the same vibes as the likes of Tsurugi, Nikei, David and Ryohei gave where you have someone, typically a male handsome character where they act kind and friendly but then later on their true ugly nature is exposed.

//It also didn’t help his character motif screamed Wolf’s in Sheep’s clothing, a saying to describe someone who seems kind and gentle but in reality is a complete monster. Wolfgang is also the Ultimate Lawyer with 200 wins under his belt and my Ace Attorney instincts kicked off there as it felt a little too much like the Von Karmas and their perfect win streaks and we all know what that entitled.

//He was a dominating character throughout the Prologue and Chapter 1 being one of the first characters you meet and more or less establishes himself as the group’s leader or a shepherd so to speak guiding the confused and lost sheep. Of course you have your wolves in Damon and Eva which is why Wolfgang was quick to cast them out when they spoke up against his ideals, but there wasn’t any actual malice towards them, he wasn’t completely hostile towards the two, he just didn’t like what they were saying as he believed that Ultimates would never kill each other as they are an example for the human race to follow, whereas Damon and Eva (rightfully) point out that Ultimates are still humans at the end of the day and can sink to the various lows.

//Wolfgang is often soft spoken and gentle, as he would encourage the timid Eliose to come out of her shell, and whenever conflicts rise in the group, which with abrasive personalities like Grace and Wenona, happened more often then you think, Wolfgang would often step in to try and negotiate peace.

//I noticed that Wolfgang seems to be more biased towards women then men, not to the extremes of say Tenko and Yuri, but he would talk with them more then the men and there’s the fact Ulysses and Wolfgang were so incompatible in the shared dorm system, that he offered to swap rooms with Wenona while Wolfgang gets Grace which both sides seem to be happy with. Without Ulysses explaining why we can only guess why those two don’t get on.

//His personality shift to a extent in the Mock Trial reminds me of Kakeru someone who is quite gentle and soft normally, but when they get into court, they become way more fierce and intense, as Wolfgang becomes enraged that someone would dare kill an Ultimate. But there’s another undertone that Wolfgang seems particularly vexed by the fact a man killed a woman.

//His Chapter 1 death I saw coming a long way since if someone becomes too important in Chapter 1, it’s a sign they are gonna die, as since you think Wolfgang would be Damon’s Rival but lol no. But I got say Wolfgang didn’t go out gently as not only was he attacked with a rolling pin, but he was given an hallucinogenic that made him trip so much, he attacked Diana of all people, someone who Wolfgang was quite close to and would never harm under any normal circumstances. Sadly, Wolfgang would never get his mind back since Eva’s pully trap went off and killed him via electrocution in front of Diana’s eyes, which on one hand means the people who have been killed via electrocution is now gender balanced, but damn such a brutal way to go out.

//His hallucinations are interesting as the stuff he’s saying plus knowledge we have Wolfgang’s blackmail with his parents and a claim he takes a lot after his father on paper paints Wolfgang in a bad light since his father was clearly a monster. But a Wolfish Mind could many things and maybe while Wolfgang has the urge to ruin and dominate over someone, it’s his own father his fury is against, especially if I’m right and he did murder Wolfgang’s mother. After all, he wasn’t seeing Diana in that tripped out mindset, he was seeing his dad instead.

//I did hear a theory that Wolfgang’s mother looks a lot like Cara the Prologue Victim and she might be related to him, which is why he reacted so strongly to the mock case, but while compelling I need more evidence for that.

//Another thing is that Wolfgang seems to possess a lot of Jesus traits to him, having lamb imagery, amassing followers, refusing to be tempted by evil, was betrayed by one of his own, would resolve any conflict that came up and his death marks the end of the innocence of the group. Given the biblical nature of this game, I don’t think it was an accident.

//Overall, I’m recording a bit on being distrustful on Wolfgang but I still think there’s more to learn about him which we will in future chapters. But if one of my visions for future sketches is of any indication, I’m not giving him a break.

[hxdrostorms]

@eternalstarlights has sent: 🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve, 🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom,💐 = my favorite part about the fandom, 🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

Send me a symbol and I will tell you… [Accepting]

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

// Bc this has been happening across several blogs, not just here:

Reblog karma: If you have no plans of sending something back, then the least you should do is reblog them, from the source or look elsewhere in the posts' notes to reblog from.

I'm constantly going back in my prompts tag to delete old reblogs. BUT THERE ARE STILL, complete strangers who dig through it and reblog it from me. Like?????????? That has the same effect as a 'fuck you' in my DMs. It's 10x funnier, if it is one of those blogs with a long ass pinned/rules page. And they still had no qualms in doing this shit. It's not quirky, let me tell you that much.

Notice, I'm not complaining about not receiving asks whenever I reblog something. That's not an issue for me (mutuals/rp partners should only send stuff, when they genuinely feel like doing so, without any obligations). All I'm asking is to not make me feel like, I'm just a RP memes archive type of blog, that's only there to provide writing prompts & nothing else. I may not be the most active RPer, but none of my blogs are abandoned.

This has been a long running peeve I've been having to deal with, for YEARS. And it made a resurface as of lately.

🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom

// Hades & his spectres/Judges are overrated as fuck IMO LOL I say as a clown, bc I'm a classic golds dweeb fan. Clearly, I'm not in a position to say what is or isn't overrated.

Jokes aside. It may have been a result of the way I tried watching the classic series (by binge watching the entire thing). BUT when I got to the Hades arc, I got SO mad when I realized they brought back those drawn out battles. Like those were my least enjoyed bits of the early parts of the anime and the Sanctuary arc, meanwhile the Poseidon arc didn't have any of that (which is why I rate the Poseidon arc as my favorite one of the anime adaptation. 15 episodes with NO filler??? HELL YEAH.).

You can say I was already pretty burned, and should have slowed down with the final part of the series. But even then, I don't think that would have changed a thing about my general disinterest towards Hades' servants. Visually speaking to me, they are the messiest and most boring looking characters from the classic series (they only ever wear 1 color and look way too much like a toy, than some form of proper armor).

Rhadama.nthys is the biggest bitch in the club, to me he was the most insufferable. "He is the strongest*tm of all judges." *= only when Hades is straight up cheating and the story feels like unnecessarily drag things out. Reminder that Kanon killed him without any cloth equipped, and he went out the way HE chose to. He literally didn't even have to TRY.

My favorite part of the Hades arc was seeing Kanon wipe the floor, with everyone he crossed paths with. This feels 10x more satisfying, after reading the Destiny & Origins extra chapters.

💐 = my favorite part about the fandom

// I truly mean when I say, this is the chillest community I've been in a long time. Case in point: I haven't felt THIS artiscally inspired in YEARS. I've been doing so many works, I'm literally running an event in the main fandom. I've been brimming with inspiration to do so many things, that goes beyond the RPing aspect. And it has improved my general mental health SO much!

I'm forever thankful for getting into Sts LOL

🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

// If you exclusively speak English, you will suffer to find anything or anyone else from this fandom. Which isn't a problem for me at all but, I can see how frustrating or sad it must feel like, you can't get into a community due to a language barrier.

And the community itself isn't exactly the friendliest one towards gringos. Which I mean............ You can't blame us for feeling defensive, when literally every other fandom went down to shit, when things became very American-centered.

Not to start the whole Anti vs proship debate. BUT It is a fact that all antis (ppl who want to be cops/have no qualms with harrassing or policing others/etc.) I've come across are an American, who's way too enthralled in their lil bubble they call world. Then they have a breakdown bc as it turns out, the rest of the world isn't AT ALL like them. And there's genuine pushback/retaliation from the community, against these kinds of whiny bitchass mfers LOL.

Obviously, this doesn't mean the fandom is perfect nor it's an Utopia, where there isn't drama at all. BUT when compared to others, it feels a lot tamer in comparison. Unfortunately, it comes at the cost of coming off as a very closed off fandom, that's centered around overseas things for a change.

[kaddyssammlung]

Spirituality in Sleep Token lyrics - Part 2

Part 1

Ascensionism

To me the title already indicates something. It makes me think about ascension. What I mean by that is going back into a higher dimension. I said this before: if you feel like this topic is interesting then just watch some videos. It put a link in here. This topic can be confusing. Most don't believe it, other's use it as some sort of “spiritual f*ckery”. They are the special chosen ones and you are not a part of that and whatever. I would say that it's just their Ego coming in through the backdoor and they don't even realize it.

“Tell me you met me in past lives, past life” Yes. I mean I believe in past lives and also reincarnation. Maybe he and Sleep met before and made some sort of contract. It led to suffering and now he does not want that anymore. I read a book that was written by a shaman and shamans can help you with such things (many others probably too).

“past what might be eating me from the inside”

You could read this dealing with karma. Bad things that happen to you because of something that you did some other time. I do believe this exists btw.

“half algorithm, half deity”

It was “a God” and not God or a deity that he was dealing with. At least that's how I see this. A being pretending to be a deity but it fed off of him. They only can do that with negative emotions btw. Idk what happened to him when he was younger but I do believe that he suffered trauma and that's why he was a perfect victim.

“glitches in the code”

What code?! The matrix. Matrix means reality. I could link a video?! Link playlist

“a strange dream”

Makes me think about lucid dreaming and that time where someone just took me by the hand was like “I'm taking you with me tonight” and then I went off and had a lucid dream and it felt so damn great. Idk who “took” me by the hand that night.

“one eye on the door, other eye on a rail other eye following a scarlet trail”

It's his third eye that is following that scarlet trail. My dear Vessel. This is one of those riddles that keep me up at night. Not really but I talked about this with many other fans and no one seems to have an answer. I have a feeling but also no answer.

Other than that he talks about three eyes. We all have three eyes. Our third eye is what we tend to forget. Our pineal gland is something really important.

“the holy grail”

Legend has it....

Well....all of the figures from Take Me Back to Eden are holding things, right?! They tell a story of their own. For me it's the story behind King Arthur, Excalibur the Indian story about Dhruva and well....whatever....yes this is connected. Of course more in a metaphorical way and also I'm unsure if I should write this down in details. I sure could but idk if I should. Anyway...the holy grail hints at King Arthur and those stories can be read in a symbolic way that have something to do with “a heroes journey”.

“my redemption, eternal ascension”

Yes...ascension. Let's just say that it's like a dark night of the soul but we all go through it at the same time and so does the planet. I don't mean this in a scary way. I had visions about it...whatever.

Are You Really Okay?

This whole topic about being in a dark place and just suffering in that dark place. At some point I was done suffering. I had enough and I wanted to break out. I get that in Are You Really Okay it seems like he tried to find another way “out”. I was in that position, too. But seems like it was not meant to be. And I had to find another way “out” and that way out was to go deep within.

The Apparition

“Why are you never real? Whenever you appear”

Makes me think about that day when I saw fairies in the forest. I can feel them very well these days but I can't see them. Idk why I saw them that day and why I can't now.

“just as I awake”

Makes me think about lucid dreaming again. When you just go to bed in order to experience things that you can't while you are “awake”. 3 d reality is not so much as it used to anymore. But don't really know how to explain all of this. You don't have to go the dreamworld to have experience that broaden your horizon anymore. Whatever.

“let's make trouble in the dreamworld”

What I just said and also just watch that children's movie Monster inc again.

Do You Wish That You Loved Me

“Do you roll with the waves?”

Can you accept what is or are you fighting against it?!

“Or do you duck into deep blue safety?”

My Vessel...did you just happen to hide at the local aquarium whenever you felt like it?! When you don't accept what is but run away from it (like with all of my addictions) then you are stuck and can't transform it.

“Can you ever forgive (yourself)?”

Not sure. Being able to forgive and restoring that “glory of innocence” that he sings about have something to do with another. It's part of that course that I booked some time ago. It's about being able reach “neutrality” about things that happened. That means seeing things for what they are without the emotional charge.

[kattahj]

Thoughts on Century of Love

It took me longer than expected to finish this, and even longer to write about it, but that's down to my own flakiness and not any fault of the show, because I loved it.

Spoilers, spoilers, here be spoilers!

Granted, at times it turned into more of a McGuffin chase than I could palate, and I could have done without that part of it. (Vee gets wounded trying to keep the bad guy from taking the stone, and San and Tao use up the stone to save him. Me: So... they could have let the bad guy take the stone, and that would have amounted to the same thing? All these people killed each other for no reason? Cool. Coolcoolcool.)

But on a philosophical level, I adore it. Raising the question of "What is true love?" and "Can we ever know our destiny?" and landing in "Whatever you want it to be" and "No". I'm deeply irritated by stories where characters are jerked around by destiny/outside forces, and this felt like the opposite of that. The goddess is fundamentally unknowable. We get dreams and chance happenings that may be portents, or they may not be, and it's up to the characters to decide what they mean.

San and everyone around him try so hard first to manipulate his fate, and then to follow the consequences of that and find his soulmate, only to land in, we don't know. Either Vee or Wadfan could have been Ms. Wad at one point, but neither one of them are her now, because the lives we live change us. We can't ever go back to what was, or know what lies ahead, we can only decide what to do with the present. And San and Vee choose each other, whether it's destiny or not.

This is fundamentally San's story, more than Vee's. I tend to ask about romances, "If they broke up tomorrow, would they still be better off than if they never met?" and in San's case, the answer is "most definitely", while in Vee's, it's more of a "maybe". :-)

But San's story is well worth telling. I never doubted that this was a man who had been alive for 100 years, nor that he'd spent those 100 years not actually living. San is stuck, rigid, unchangeable, until he is forced to question his own assumptions.

First, of course, the notion of loving a man, going from "absolutely not" to "only if it's fate" to "even if it isn't fate". San's internalized homophobia is juxtaposed right from the start with his own sexual longing, a familiar tale from earlier gay media, but well told.

Then there's the lesson that faces are not personalities, shown with Third as well as Wadfan. We don't know if either of them is actually a reborn version of the people San knew. Is Third Lord Trai working on his karma, or is just there to show how to gracefully deal with unrequited love? Is Wadfan Ms. Wad sunken really low, or just your average conwoman faen fatale? I love that she proved instrumental to the solution in the end, and that even in doing so, she still had self-serving reasons. Enemy, friend, lover, it's not so easy to tell.

We also get the interactions between tiny San and Vee, which force San into a different, more vulnerable position, and make him see Vee in a different light – a Vee who doesn't know that this is San, who reacts to a small child left alone in dangerous situations. The sides we show of ourselves are different depending on who we're talking to and how they react to us.

Then there's of course the class aspect, where San starts out as a poor man in love with a rich woman, and grows to be a very rich man in love with a poor man. For someone who is stuck in wanting to go back, he is then forced to confront a part of his past he's not so keen on, and reflect on what difference money and connections make to who we become.

As for Vee, he does take a bit of a backseat as far as story development goes, and is rather dragged into this whole mess, but he's interesting too as a character. His general disposition is sunny, which serves as a good contrast to San's stoic sullenness, and also shows off Offroad's fantastic smile. But he's also closer to tears, to emotions in general, and his heartbreaking circumstances are all the more effective for breaking down that smile.

It's a really good dynamic.

Then there are the backup characters, where Vee has his grandma (and coworker, hi, See!) and San has his grand... children? The subtitles say he's their grandfather, but I'm going to assume that this is either an honorary title or they're more distantly related, because it makes no sense for them to be his direct descendants.

Either way, they're all appreciated, especially Juu, with her cheeky modern perspective (she reminds me a little of long-time favourite Kenzi from Lost Girl), and poor Tao, who's the one who has to try and make sense of this madness. Perhaps the happiest ending of all is him finally getting to give up and roll with the punches. :-)

[kafkaoftherubble]

啊。是这样吗？就不过如此？

We picked a bad time to grapple with this bunch of thoughts, huh?

I kinda wished we could get some consolation from it. It's... what we thought saying it aloud could bring. We had been hoping for some relief or words assurance, no matter how repetitive.

But... it happened at a bad time. So we ended up looking like someone who couldn't read the room and getting in other people's more important agenda.

Granted, we first brought it up before this unfortunate event a day or so ago, but it wasn't addressed. Felt as if it was dismissed. Wondered if it was just a repulsive topic.

Even after then, bringing it up elicited the same absence of attention or response. Asked if it was annoying and received an answer that sounded worse than that. It seemed to bear no significance at all. Didn't even matter enough to arouse any feeling.

What I get from your answer is that: it was trivial.

I mean, I know it's because of the bad timing. Something far more depressingin your life is happening right now. I think it's more important, too. Far more dire than our admittedly longstanding issue. I don't even think it's wrong to see our thoughts as trivial compared to what's happening to you.

But...

It's just a bit tough to swallow this little episode all alone. The crux of it is concerning the invisibility/inferiority complex issue, and so to have this thought dismissed... can feel like a confirmation.

But again, it's bad timing. Now's not the time for anyone to engage in your melodramatic, unsolvable self-esteem issue. Yours can wait... indefinitely. Someone important to me is suffering a lot more and going through a really tough time. It's weighing a lot on me, so please, I don't have any remaining emotional capacity or energy for your problem.

Which... I agree. It's very reasonable. It's gotta be overwhelming to you. I also think what we're grappling with is very troublesome.

I am quite troublesome, aren't I? I wish I could discard our issue completely and focus on yours. I'm genuinely concerned about what you're going through and sincerely want to help in any way possible.

Unfortunately, all those intentions don't mean our thoughts have gone away. I just don't wanna bring it up in light of this seismic event, because it's neither helpful nor in anyone's interest.

Don't feel indignant if you happen to read this post, though. My diary is far away, and I'm on Atom trying to finish that After God essay. This garden is the closest place I have within reach as an outlet that will bother no one. Since it's unimportant to you right now, I express my feelings here where you were never obligated to see, ya know? Since it's not an issue of significance, then I'll tell it only to ourselves in the future and bury it here. I'm hoping it helps us be less haunted by it, so we can focus more on the distressful event happening to you right now.

It's just bad timing. And honestly? When you think about it... it really doesn't matter. It only seems important, and is capable of being painful or upsetting, because it's happening to me. On its own, objectively, it is trivial.

Addendum: Ha. So that little cursed day has now stretched out to be a rather cursed week, huh? I hope that lunch where Middle Sister and Mom and all are supposed to eat together won't turn horrible. I hope the next few Lyns have fortitude. This is it. We practiced a lot to be better at weathering through things like these, yea? Cheer up! Being invisible for this whole week until That Day is rather on-point for a ghost, innit? Hell, we were shadowbanned last year around this time too. Guess it's just a feature Karma-kun will always implement, ahhaha!

[jayscockington]

The bathroom held one toilet, one sink, and a grab bar. After doing your business, you washed your hands, flicking the excess water into the sink. Then you stared at yourself. You sported the same perpetual dark circles that the Karma Club members besides Sunghoon sported. As you examined the tender skin under your eyes, touching it lightly, you heard harsh rapping at the door. 

“It’s urgent,” an odd, quavery voice said. Quickly, you splashed water on your face, straightened up your clothes, and opened the door. An apology sprang to your lips, almost on impulse, but it died upon seeing who had knocked.

Jay stood outside, his usual smirk absent from his handsome features. As you stepped back, startled by his presence, Jay hit his hand on the lock button. You pressed yourself against the farthest wall in the bathroom in a futile attempt to maintain some distance.

“Jay…” you began, eyeing him warily. Already, a test of your will presented itself. 

“What? I just wanted to talk,” Jay said, hovering near the sink. His hands were shoved inside of his pockets; his jeans were ripped so that you could see snatches of his flesh through the fabric. “I’m not allowed to talk to you anymore?”

“Not in a public bathroom…” Your eyes darted to the door, as though someone could come in at any time. 

“Why not here? I probably won’t get too many chances to talk to you since you’ll be with Riki.” Jay paused, pulling one of his hands out of his pocket to examine his silver rings. “Speaking of which, how’d that happen? Last thing I remember, you were scratching my shit up, begging me not to leave.”

“I didn’t do that.”

“You’re right. Wishful thinking,” Jay said sarcastically. “But no, seriously, you and Riki? Really? I mean, I figured something was going on, but it’s…damn. You’re a sly little bitch, aren’t you? You two texted each other a lot, like right after we fucked you’d be on the phone with him. Oh, does he know that?”

You frowned. “Know what?”

“That we fucked every single day,” Jay said, stepping towards you. His shoes clacked against the tiles. As he approached you, you felt an unfamiliar swelling in your chest and a sense of nervousness. Not the usual apprehension you felt around Jay, but something lighter. It was all you could do not to lean in and kiss him, but you had to be firm. “Does he know that? That I know how every inch of you feels?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, feigning nonchalance. 

His laugh was bitter and condescending. “So that’s a no.”

“Have you told Isa?”

Jay shook his head ever-so-slightly. “No. She knows I cheated, though. Well, ‘cheated.’ We weren’t really together, so…” Jay trailed off and cleared his throat, looking away.

“How’d she find out?”

“Well, you really fucked me up,” Jay said, gesturing at his back. “She never really saw me shirtless, but the night after we…after…well, Isa and I fucked and she saw all my scratch marks. Normally, you never really leave anything behind anyways, and I didn’t see the point in lying. Not like it mattered anyways. She forgave me immediately. I could probably stick my cock in you in front of Isa and she would still want me.” 

You should have been more concerned with Isa’s knowledge of Jay’s infidelity, but the mental image of Isa with Jay made your stomach boil. “Oh.”

“I didn’t say it was you, anyways,” he said, shifting his body so that he was on your left side. Jay put his head against the wall and looked at you through half-lidded eyes. His dark circles had worsened, and his skin was taking on an unhealthy pallor. “So don’t worry. I told her it was someone I met at a party. One-time thing.”

“I see,” you said softly. 

“Isa’s actually okay in bed,” Jay said offhandedly. His eyes narrowed into slits as he spoke. “Pretty good, actually. She knows what she’s doing, which is nice. You didn’t know anything. I had to teach you everything…She moans loud as shit, though. Not like you. I had to gag her so she’d be quiet, but she ended up liking that.”

Why was he telling you this? “Oh.”

“What about you?”

“Huh?” 

“You and Riki,” Jay said, a bit impetuously. “Have you guys-,”

“No,” you said quickly. “No, we aren’t.”

Jay cocked an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“It’s only been a week.”

“Hm.” Jay eyed you from your head to your toes, lingering on your neck and chest. “I was piping you every day, and now you’re not getting any. Poor dog must be feeling pent-up.” 

“I’m not a dog.”

Jay reached out and brushed his thumb along your lips, as though searching for evidence of another person’s touch there. “You are,” he said softly. “You’re my dog.”

“Jay,” you said. Already, your resolve was weakening. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what? We’re just talking.” Jay’s eyes lingered on yours, glittering shards of magma. As he spoke, he probed his thumb between your lips. You opened your mouth to accommodate his finger without a second thought. He slid the pad of his thumb along your tongue slowly. “Just talking,” he repeated. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, so engrossed you were with the taste of his skin on your tongue. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed it, the salty tang of his sweat, the headiness of his scent. 

“You know, you’re the only girl I ever dicked raw,” Jay said. His voice sounded strange, the same way it had when you had tried to leave his room the second time you’d had sex. “I don’t need to use protection ‘cause of my thing, but I do anyway because it never felt right. Didn’t fuck Isa raw, either. Just you…”

His head craned to your neck; his deft fingers tugged the collar of your turtleneck down. You felt his hot breath tickling your skin, and his thumb dipped in and out of your mouth in a lazy rhythm. Jay’s knee slotted itself between your legs, rubbing you in just the right place. You sighed shakily around his finger, and you didn’t have to open your eyes to tell that Jay was smirking.

Wet, hot streams of saliva tracked across your skin as Jay licked and kissed the junction between your jaw and neck. He trailed kisses down, nibbling when he reached an area the turtleneck could hide. 

You knew where this was going, and you wanted it desperately. Your fingers couldn’t fill you the way Jay could. No warmth was like his, no anger was like his. You forced yourself to remember the woman you had seen earlier. To remember Isa, who was your friend, who was ultimately no different than you. To remember Mina, a victim of the Karma Club.

You used your hands to pull Jay’s thumb out of your mouth and to squirm away from him. Jay’s eyes flashed with surprise, and his lips curled into a scowl. “Oh, come on,” he said, tugging at your sleeve. “That was nothing.”

“It was going to be something,” you protested. “You know it. We said we would stop.”

“Maybe I changed my mind,” Jay said mockingly. “You think people can change, don’t you? So I changed my mind.” 

The edge of the sink’s counter bumped against your back, pain registering dully in the back of your mind. Jay blocked your path, his fingers still rubbing the fabric of your sweater. 

“You have Isa,” you said, voice faltering. In a rush, you added, “And I have Riki.”

“Yeah, well, Isa doesn't have me,” Jay replied, his voice hollow. “She’s nothing to me.. I only started fucking with her so I had an excuse to bother you.”

His words caused warmth to bloom in your heart, a heat you desperately tried to tamp out. “What?”

“See, if I’m with Isa, I can go to the library, where I can pretend like you aren’t eye-fucking me,” Jay said. “And, you know, she’s a decent distraction. You know how I am. If I’m not distracted, I feel…”

The memories of your second encounter with Jay on the roof came to mind. “You feel empty?”

Jay looked at you like you were psychic, even though he had been the one to tell you. “Yeah. Yeah, I feel empty. Nothing. The only time I feel something is when I’m with you.”

“Jay, that’s not healthy.”

“‘That’s not healthy.’ God. You know how hard I get when you use therapyspeak, baby.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Jay said. “I want things to go back to the way they were. It was so fun back then. We’d just have sex and that’s it, no strings, no bullshit.” He graced your cheek with the palm of his hand, and it took the bulk of your willpower not to lean into his touch. “You’re fucking miserable, too. I can see it in your eyes. You aren’t happy with Riki because he can’t give you what I give you. You won’t be happy with anyone but me.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me like a secret.” Your voice was so firm, so sharp, that even you felt like you had actually been dating Riki. 

“Oh, please. You loved being my secret. Every time I came into your room your eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas.” Jay had pressed himself flush against your chest, his leg once again slotted between your thighs.  “I made your life interesting for the first time. You loved everything I ever did to you, every single second of it. The only reason why you didn’t fight back was because you wanted it, wanted me. You wanted me to keep bothering you, you wanted me to fucking… push your buttons. You might hate me, but I run your whole world, and don’t you ever forget it.”

His lips smashed against yours in another one of his smothering, all-consuming kisses, heavy with tobacco and bourbon. Jay’s other hand, the one that wasn’t holding your face, fell to your breast. You let out a soft whine; you wanted it so badly, you felt like you needed it. Your skin prickled with desire, but you couldn’t let him win. You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to recall the other women that had been victims of the Karma Club, forced yourself to remember the way Jay had treated you. 

You tore your mouth away from his, panting. “Stop,” you said, wishing you sounded more resolute. 

Jay’s eyes glinted. “I don’t want to.” He pulled your face towards his again, tongue intruding your mouth. 

Summoning all of your strength, you bit down on his bottom lip. Jay grunted and stepped back. “Shit,” he said, touching his bleeding lip. 

You used his mild shock to your advantage, pushing him off of you with considerable effort. You could feel his fingers swipe the back of your sweater as he tried to grab you. Without looking back, you threw the door to the bathroom open and staggered out, wandering to a different section of the airport. You wore nondescript, dark-coloured clothes, so you blended into the throngs of people. 

Finally, you ended up near another set of bathrooms, this time a full bathroom containing several stalls. You slipped inside and examined your face in the spotty mirror. Jay’s wet saliva gave your lips a glossy, almost feminine sheen. You washed your face over and over again with icy cold water, until your hands felt numb and you couldn’t feel your face. 

When you arrived at the seating area again, you saw that Riki had both of his eyes closed, his lips fixed into a pout. He looked like a baby duck. As you approached, he opened one eye and visibly fought the urge to smile at you. “You took forever,” he grumbled, taking one earbud out. “I thought you Mina’d in there.”

[ginnsbaker]

Hi. I'm finally able to sort my thoughts about the last 2 updates.

I don't like R very much rn. I don't condone R's treatment of Wanda at all cost. I have previously expressed my desire to see Wanda suffer the results of her actions. But I never meant it to be this way. It was established that R did it purposely because she actually wanted to hurt Wanda. In all honesty, I think that's just fucked up. R is no different to Wanda as some point. I'm not the "I'll do my own revenge" kind of person irl, I'm more like the I'd let the universe/karma do it's own thing. When you hurt me, I'm the type of person who would flee and never see you again lol.

With Pietro, I understand his rage, I really do. Wanda is very important to him so it's normal for him to have that reaction (personally, as an older sibling, I'm VERY protective of my younger sisters too). Still, I won't let his words slide easily. If there's something I hate about someone, it's their hypocrisy. Pietro is no saint either so 😏🤷‍♀️. I do agree to some if his points tho. R is indeed toxic lol.

R needs to stay away from Yelena. Yelena is too good for us 😭. She's so precious and needs to stay away from R's broken and toxic life. I stand with my opinion that R needs a friend, not a new lover. Yelena deserves better no matter how much she insists that she's fine with us or how R will be happy with her. You can't be happy with someone when you're obviously broken. One needs to heal first. R needs to have therapy as soon as possible. Also, R is bound to have a huge breakdown when she learns about what happened with Wanda.

"It hurt Wanda to know that she’d be the one to bring out the worst in you." I'M GONNA BAWL MY EYES OUT 🥹💔😭

Sorry it took me days to sort things out. I got scared after seeing your warnings in part 8. I lost someone I loved dearly to u know (sorry can't even type the word but u know what I mean) just last year. It was a different scenario but that word was enough to trigger something in me. It hurts to lose someone you loved over that. I can't even put it to words how fucked up it was. Anw, thank you for the warning and for clarifying that you won't use what happened to Wanda to get back R. Great job with the last 2 updates. I genuinely felt like the pain and suffering lol. Hope you have a great day :)

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First of all, I am so sorry to hear that you lost someone dearly due to that. My heart breaks for you. I hope you heal from it soon if you haven't...

I don't like her too, even as I write her now in Chapter 11. No buts, just that she's acted out of the negative feelings she has repressed for a long time caused by Wanda's infidelity. If you recall, her reaction to the whole cheating things was considered "soft" by a lot of you and the divorce came swiftly because she was just so eager to run away from Wanda and the pain she caused her. She never really dealt with it properly. She was experiencing delayed PTSD. She had wanted to hurt Wanda, to convince Wanda and herself that she doesn't love her anymore.

My friends are friggin cheaters, but they are chosen family, and I will never ever let anyone hurt them in any way. I will fiercely protect the people I love. Yes, same as you, i'm the karma type of person, i leave it to the universe. maybe i'll put in a hurtful word or two but that's it.

R needs to stay away from anyone whose name is Wanda or Yelena lol. But at the same time Yelena also needs to stay away from her. I'm glad I made the right decision to stay away from someone like R in my life, because 2 years later, I found out she cheated on her next girlfriend because she couldn't get over the previous girlfriend who cheated on her. that could've been me, lol.

Therapy will happen. Yes, it's gonna break R when she finds out, but it's a plot device that's not gonna be used in a way that some of you are thinking....

Again, sorry for the trigger. It's going to get mentioned one more time in Wanda's therapy session, so that's one more warning.

Thank you for reading and staying with me. And sharing your thoughts as always. They are precious to me. I hope you have a great week ahead. Take care as well :)