#i mean. i won't say already been there done that because. COMPLETELY different circumstances there not similar to this in the least. But

[theophagie]

I'm not good at this staying away from social media on purpose thing. Anyway cringe diary time but whenever I'm with my friends and the partners topic comes up I'm left 🧍‍♂️ because oftentimes they lament things that honestly sound good to me... and then I reflect on what kind of relationship I would be comfortable in in general and go "mhhh yeah let's just be sympathetic and say nothing else right"

[notmorbid]

miss subways.

dialogue prompts from miss subways: a novel by david duchovny.

every day here is like a new stanford experiment.

my inner judge never has rehabilitation in mind.

if i'm not busy learning or being born, i'm busy dying.

you want me here, but then you want to ignore me.

one step forward, one half-step back.

i like the phrase 'making love'.

fuck you, asshole.

to the victors go the nomenclature.

gods are immortal, so they're patient.

not even i can stomach scientology.

what is the sound of one hand clapping?

i don't want to be famous. i don't have the clothes for it.

my identity can't be longer than a tweet.

i saw an opening. i decided to be the bad guy.

you're not going to start biting the heads off live bats, are you?

it's true, then. you can't take it with you.

you worried so hard for so long.

i'm sorry, i didn't get your last name.

you called me? what are you, 103 years old?

jesus would not go to nobu.

i don't mind you thinking outside the box. i mind you thinking outside of my box.

either lie down completely or stand the fuck up. it's gonna kill you in the middle.

you sound like oprah, except mean.

i want to live my life, not document it on instagram.

you lie to yourself and you lie to me.

to save something, something must be sacrificed. that's the way it goes.

we can't police our dreams. don't judge.

it felt like a death.

if i own something long enough, i start ascribing feelings to it.

that billy shakespeare, he got everywhere first.

i'm a reader, not a writer.

come on, let's get you cleaned up.

did i call you last night?

i was a different person with a different life. i've never had a dream like that.

there's nothing more boring than listening to somebody else's dream.

i can be a good shrink or a good friend. not both. choose.

i can't remember the last time i got laid.

don't be such a pussy.

i feel like i'm coming up short.

this is no time to come out of the closet.

was i a disappointment to you?

i like seeing things the way i do.

which version is the real you?

don't worry. there won't be a quiz.

the future is as random and fated as the past.

so much of life necessitates looking away.

have you been crying?

you forgot your trigger warning.

what i want has very little to do with anything.

spare me the faux shame.

when do the exceptions just pile up and make a new rule?

i like structure. i like to know i've done my homework.

i have to go to confession.

i don't know what to pray for.

the prayer is the god.

you stabbed a priest?

i need to change the past.

i'm losing you to that place you go.

shut the front door!

what would the perfect life look like?

you have the coolest, most beautiful eyes i've ever seen.

sing you to sleep? i don't really know any songs.

you don't know any songs? that's not possible.

i think i've always wanted to be taken advantage of by a gigolo.

you seem too smart to be an actor.

little lies make bigger lies possible.

there's something you're not saying.

there's a lot i'm not saying. i'm sure there's a lot you're not saying, too.

take the reins. write your own story.

i'm sorry you heard that.

i screwed up. you're not gonna love me anymore.

we all know better, but we're human. we screw up.

how do we know our character unless we step outside it and look its way, now and then?

is it my business? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

i feel tall enough to ride this rollercoaster.

maybe you don't see yourself the way i see you.

you understand fine. you're just too nervous to comprehend.

people fall in love in difficult circumstances. most songs are about it.

let's agree on a moratorium on questions like "how did you know?".

well, stop guessing. start knowing.

just because i'm funny doesn't mean i'm not lethal.

you're already in the game. you have no choice but to play on.

don't tell me what i want. don't put words in my mouth.

where has playing by the rules gotten you?

maybe you have more power than you think you do.

one of the lies we tell children is that reason will get them through this life.

in order to love, you have to know what death is.

as first kisses go, i've had worse.

there's such a thing as too much history.

i want to be with you, but not like this.

i'm quite forgettable. that's like, the most memorable thing about me.

do you actually believe in past lives?

this conversation requires more wine than i currently have.

is there something else you'd like to ask? i get the feeling there is.

[anemia-rp]

(Hey, just some things:

I have the muses on this blog set on multiship/multiverse, but it doesn't mean a ship will necessarily happen. It's a possibility if [mutual] chemistry is given. However I didn't only make the decision of multiship/multiverse because of shipping with several people but to have the opportunity to maybe explore different backstories for my muses or different circumstances your muse may might meet mine in. Another very important aspect is the avoidance of drama. Some ic drama is okay sometimes, but not longterm, then it will start to upset me. Besides of this multiverse helps me to separate ic and ooc better [what is VERY important!]. I will NOT turn any of those muses singleship that's why and I prefer it not to made feel bad for my decision of how I want to roleplay. I have played a singleship muse for ca. one year before and I want to try something else on this blog, and I'm very satisfied with my decision. Whenever you ask me I'll always give you the advice to become multiverse, too, even if we have a ship together.

But returning to shipping now. I think I said and let it show often by now already, but Fuji is a difficult muse to ship romantically with. It needs a lot of time and patience to get close to him. He's not the kind of type to fall head over heels for someone most likely, at least this didn't happen yet during the years I play him now. It's a slow process. Besides of this it's very unlikely he will want someone as a partner who behaves like a fan and one of his 'dogs'. Yes, he's into people like this, but he most likely won't develop romantic feelings with them. He's impressed when someone meets him on eye level. By witful conversations. By being there for him. And very important: By people staying with him and proving him that they won't give up on him - without putting him into pressure. The harder someone tries the colder he will turn. Yes, I could make him give others what they want, even if it feels wrong. I could make him tell others he loves them after a week. But I would only do this once or twice because then I would lose muse for him. Been there, done that with other muses. He would stop being what he is - how someone said lately: Authentic. Point is that you always have the right to not want to romantically ship with someone, even if they say they even created a muse for you. This isn't a responsibility to have a muse love another. I much prefer having muses meet each other and seeing where it goes. And to be honest, for me one of the most exciting parts is the way until the first 'I love you'. In the past I have dedicated another muse a lot of patience. Although my muse fell for the other during their first night [this can happen to emotional muses like Teru is one] he waited more than a year for the first confession. It's a proof of love for many of my muses. To stay, even if it takes long. Playing games whereas will turn out as very counterproductive.

In the past I had lots of troubles writing dominant muses, because whatever they did, even if they were nice, they mostly couldn't do things right. This completely ate my confidence writing them. I slowly regained this confidence with someone I had amazing chemistry with but mostly wrote submissive muses for a while because although they may gain not as much attention I barely made any bad experience with them. However, when I created Fuji I made him to be as less attackable as possible. Someone who pushes people away rather than letting them in, to give a fuck when someone doesn't like him, to not be a perfect dom. To just be himself and not being ashamed of it. I didn't expect him to become so popular because of how he is. And I dare to say a lot of people have a nice experience with him. Or with my other muses. With /me/. That's why I'll stay here, for the people who enjoy playing with me, even if in the end it will only be two or three. And I'm here for the good experiences. I'm not here to make anyone sad but I won't kill my own spirit anymore for anyone either.

In conclusion, I guess no one can make anything right for everyone. But everyone can make things right for themselves, and that's necessary for giving others a good experience, too.

Mun feels tired and old and thinks too much. May be slow.)

[summeroffice]

Наталія Мосейчук interview with Mykhailo Podolyak

27:13 Mykhailo is struggling to say акціювання. He has to look aside and take a short pause. He's cute. 

33:22 All these, let's say, conflict type political processes that are in Ukraine, that is, well, let's say, a feature of Ukraine. A feature of Ukraine. Is it possible to remove it somehow? No, we will not remove it, because people, look, especially today, in the 21st century, let's not forget it, information space, it provides an opportunity to realise your ego. What is that? I call it the Herostratus complex [he smiles]

[Herostratos was an arsonist that destroyed the second Temple of Artemis in Ephesus, one of the Seven Wonders, to seek fame], right, that is, you want to get a moment of fame and you can't sell competence. What can you sell? To destroy the library of Alexandria. And you can sell this because everyone will be "Wow, look! He destroyed! He burnt!" and so on. But you will get these 5 minutes of, let's say, glory.  

And the same today. The social networks give you the right to realise yourself, that is, you can ? your ego, you can expertly tell everything, but when you are then invited somewhere to do something, it turns out that you're incompetent, you don't have functionality. But it does not mean that when you fail, you will go away, you won't keep saying how the work needs to be done. This is a feature of political moment. Well, not a political one, let's say civilisation moment.  

For 30 years we had the changing places-- 

And more and more aggression in the political process, more and more discreditation, more and more emotionality, this kind of offensive curmudgeon. That is, there is no such maturity yet, such state maturity.  

I understand. You can diagnose. Have you come up with some kind of a pill yet? 

No, we will not come up with it. It is a gradual process. And here the state will either form this core, right, strong-willed in herself, that is basic for her, or will always be infantile. This is a matter of choice of each specific person. But people, look, people are weak, people want to realise their self, really want it, they love themselves very much.  

I don't understand. Our people, they're the strongest in Europe, they don't want to realise their self in Europe? 

They wanted the same in Europe, only it was 100, 200, 300, well, depending on the country where there was-- 

After the French Revolution no one wanted to realise their self? 

They wanted, and they passed through their own dark times, a lot of examples, we remember what happened with Robespierre [was beheaded], Jacobins, Girondins.  

[Reciting] Now Мосейчук is asking for the guillotine to enter the stage. 

No, no. It is not a working tool today. I generally believe that the only working tool is the ability to conduct a discussion. Intellectual discussion. Intellectual domination.  

56:09 We have already touched information warriors a little but I want you to stop because you are, after all, the official speaker of the Office of the President of Ukraine, by the way, do you feel the symptoms of burnout? For 2 and a half years of the war you are constantly in the information agenda, you're constantly in the comments, you get both comments and hate [he nods] for yourself, for what you say, who you talk to [smirks] and what you discuss.  

No, there is no burnout because, well, this is a war. You look at other people who for two and more years have been where there are direct hostilities. There are completely different-- 

It's immoral to talk about it.  

59:34 Mykhailo [he tilts head], please help me to approach the next question because in my practice it's the first time when I ask a person who sits across from me about personal circumstances [Mykhailo: "Mhm."] They apply to your brother [he nods], the information campaign related to this [he nods]. [They show a close-up of his face; it is unreadable]

There are such messages that in Russia died [he closes his eyes for a second and nods] the brother of the presidential adviser, freelance adviser [he smirks] of the Head of the Office of the President of Ukraine [he nods] Mykhailo Podolyak and some resources have published a photo of the grave of Volodymyr Podolyak. 

Well, again, the reaction of the Ukrainian society is that either no one comments or they say that it was already [he nods] and Mykhailo already commented it or there is such hate [quick smirk] or such trolling that Podolyak will get ? and so on and so on and so on that at least someone in the Podolyak family fought in the war and so on.  

Are you sure that he fought [he smiles; it's a toothy smile]? He died of natural causes as far as I understand. But let's-- I really like this Stalin style intention. Well, that's what it looks like.  

A photo in the marshes of Belarus has been recorded, of you and him, during negotiations [she means the Istanbul negotiations]. 

Yes [he nods]. He was not in the marshes of Belarus and neither were we communicating for long before the start of the full-scale invasion. At all.  

But the photo with red arrows? 

He-- He--. I don't know what photo this is. He is 60 years old. I tell you; I like the Stalin's intentions when I have to be responsible for an adult person who ideologically always perceived it differently, that is, extremely negatively. Our relationship was destroyed, I emphasise again, long before the beginning of the war, even the first stage of the war, and it is internally there, the family relationship.  

And when mum and dad died, they were buried in Ukraine, we stopped it altogether, in the year 2007, we stopped altogether even, it was possible through parents to clarify something and so on. But I like it that I have to be responsible for an adult person who had a negative attitude all his life. But why? Why? I am 52 years old and he's 60. Why should I be responsible for him? In what sense? 

You can be an agent of the Kremlin.  

And why can't he be an agent of Bankova? Could have been, why could he not have been? Well, it's nonsense. It's inferiority. Well, you think that I am so weak that someone can make an agent out of me. But the question is why. Look, there's one problem.  

Because there are a lot of you in the Office of the President. Yermak is also an agent of the Kremlin. 

I understand. We're all agents. But there's one nuance. There's one nuance for those haters. I'm a public figure, right. That is, I publicly comment everything. The most radically logical explanation why we can't agree with Russia on anything, why it will be a tragedy for Ukraine, why it will be the disappearance, someone explains it. That is, if I weren't public, then I'd understand, it would be possible there to doubt something. And by the way, not having access to state secrets it is also very cool and so on.  

But I have a public radical position for 2 years since the first day of the war. And to say today that he has to be responsible for someone somewhere when, as you say correctly, at the beginning of the war I said, yes, he's a military man, he's retired, well 60, well, frankly, 60, not to have there, if you're making a career, the rank of lieutenant general for Russia, well, it was strange. Retired and so on.  

But it doesn't bother me for a simple reason. It is not interesting for me for a long time. We haven't talked for a long time; we have had no connections and I extremely negatively treat every Russian. Everyone, regardless whether they were relatives or not. And I emphasise once again. And my negative attitude towards him is not because there was war, but for much more, much more [he smiles], for a long time before the war. Long before.  

Why do you think this all appeared again in the information space now? 

Well, we already talked about this. This is a classic for Ukrainian political space. Hatred. Unmotivated hatred of any person who's public who has his own position, who says something. This is obvious because the political process in Ukraine is built on hate. Because it is possible to rebuild one's self only at the expense of someone, and not on the constructive. Well, that's difficult, constructive-- 

1:05:00 If we had a constructive political process, it would be possible to hold discussions. But at us, it's just destructive. That, is [based] on hate. Again, I always like it, you ascribe me, well, look, I'm an adult person, attitude before the war, I am as negative as possible towards every Russian, as negative as possible, and I don't have any relations with them, it is forbidden for me to go there, and so on and the like.  

Latynina. You spoke to her.  

Yes, I did. I will speak to anyone who gives a platform to convey something. Today I'm not talking to her, though. Why? Because she fundamentally changed the perception of this war and this is not right. She takes not that position that a person who, well, at least understands the nature of the war, understands what Russia is doing, the genocidal practices which Russia uses here, regardless of your citizenship, should have. That is, you're a citizen of Russia but you're also in exile and you understand the type of the war that is being waged. But when today she has the position that well, everything is not that clear, well, this is a strange position.  

But at that moment, I emphasise once again, at the moment when it all started, I needed any sites for scaling the position of Ukraine. Even today I will use those sites which will give us the opportunity to increase the presence of our information and not that we have platforms where there are only points of view of not even Russia but neutral countries, for example.  

So, let's go back. I'll ask a simple question. So, will we live according to Stalin's law, the father must be responsible for the son, the son must be responsible for the father, the brother must be responsible for the brother, even if he publicly dozens of times says, I with extreme hatred think of the ideology of this type? What is necessary to do? Shoot them? Well, let's do that, then. Let's take all those who have relatives in Russia, let's shoot them all. Well, that's right, isn't it? That's how I understand it. 

1:06:50 One of your acquaintances [she's speaking about Arestovych] has been very sympathetic to you [he takes a sip from the mug], he lately said that you will have to turn around the information vehicle in the direction of freezing, as well as negotiations at the end of the war and so on. And he puts the responsibility on authorities for the fact that authorities have given Ukrainians hope of borders in 1991.  

How fair is that remark? Well, the question also interests me in that sense that you are a bit of a political technologist after all [he sighs]. And if such a scenario will seem inevitable, then how you, a professional working with audiences [he nods], if you had a task to solve such a situation, how would you approach work with audiences?  

To any-- Technology, this is middle of the 90s, the beginning of the 2000s, such classical technologies when it was possible to fool large social groups. In the background of total crisis, against the background of war, only constructive discussion of consensus type is possible in general in society. I am not a supporter of the concept that this war has to end up with freezing because this is not the end of the war. 

This is clear and I perceive things completely differently from what was said at the beginning, middle of the war, unfortunately. The quantity was underestimated because when you agree with your partners, by the way, that's what the president spoke about, when you agree on such and such volume of weapons after a month but they come to you in 8 months, during this time operational and tactical changes take place on the front line. Essential ones, because on that side not some kind of small Cinderella state, well, I'm sorry, is fighting but a big resourceful military country. It is not only the issue of partners.  

1:17:49 After shelling of Simferopol military objects of the Russian Federation by the Armed Forces of Ukraine, people were hit by Russian air defence on a civilian beach where they were resting. You called them civilian occupiers. Russian propaganda immediately picked it up and continued to say,

Will the Western allies of Ukraine allow the Ukrainians go to Crimea if such rhetoric about civilian occupiers and pig dogs is heard from Kyiv? This argument is presented in particular by your acquaintance Latynina and similar people [you can hear him smile; he starts to play with a pen on the table]. She continues with a few more questions. When she's finished, Mykhailo focuses on Latynina before answering them: 

Let's be brief about Latynina so that it were understood. This is not my acquaintance [he shakes head], I don't see her as an acquaintance, I see this as functionality of sites. At the time when I cooperated, that is, gave interviews, it was a platform that allowed me to expand the circle of people, a million views for example, this or that interview, where my theses dominated, which I needed, well, from the point of view of reporting what Ukraine is doing. As only Ms Latynina began to take this destructive position, it does not make sense to cooperate because she will collaborate with another audience. Once again, I view people as functionality from the point of view of those tasks to be performed.  

[haleigh-sloth]

Touya has the worst takes on both sides of the fandom particularly the hero side has worse takes than the villian side of the fandom. But the villian side also has some really annoying takes on his character- some people being pissed that he's distant towards the league and others thinking that he places the league before the Todorokis in his heart like???

I know the takes are abhorrent on the hero side, but I'm dead serious when I say I have so stringently filtered out my tumblr dash that I haven't seen a hero-stan Touya take in like....a year now? Maybe more.

The thing about League takes is that it's still in the little corner of the fandom I am in. And I do read some to explore ideas that I may not like, but still have to consider. But ultimately for metas and takes on the League as a whole, I just find "Society is the number 1 enemy and that's what the League is fighting to change!" Which...I don't agree. I'm sorry I just don't agree that's where the story is going with their characters. And that that is what their characters are doing lol.

But on Touya--I agree.

I mean, the idea of the League's arcs becoming about friendship and how "they realize that they've all had what they were looking for the entire time!" is definitely one way to explore their characters. And I can see the appeal, and if the story had taken a completely different direction many many many arcs ago, I'd say it would have been a plausible conclusion to each of the LOV members' arcs. But that's not what we have. That's not what's happening with literally ANY of the League members.

I think with Touya specifically it gets messy because some people think he should give his family the middle finger and run off with the League, while others (me) want to see him return to his family. That is allllll up to personal preference. Nobody can tell anybody what ending is "right" or "better", because it's a matter of opinion. But imo the rest of the League characters don't have an arc thus far that fulfills that ending either, not with the current circumstances and with everything we know.

Where it doesn't become a matter of opinion though...is, well, what you said. Touya does not give the League priority, not on the outside, nor in his heart. He kept his identity from them, for one. Didn't divulge his personal plans to them, for two. And for three, he has been actively planning his own death, the rest of the League and the outcome of the war be damned. It won't matter, he'll be gone.

And like....the rest of the League are operating similarly. Well, specifically Toga and Shigaraki. Spinner isn't and IS putting someone else's desires first, but it's painted as a flaw that has landed him in some hot water.

I really saw a lot of anger when the rest of Touya's backstory came out and his fight with Shouto took place. When Touya went full-on with displaying his raw envy and jealousy of Shouto's twisted circumstances, despite knowing what Shouto's gone through. And where it gets messy, once again, is when it shows that Touya desperately needs the attention of his dad. Even now, even still. And like--that is not for me to say whether that's right or wrong to like or dislike. It's a matter of opinion, and it's a messy, touchy subject in this manga. Personally to me--I think Touya being a daddy's boy through and through makes his circumstances all the more sympathetic, painful to read, and entirely relatable. So I love what's been done with his character. But again, that's just me.

But that is where I saw even the villain crowd's reaction to Touya take a super super negative turn. It was already somewhat bad after the hospital chapters, but when his backstory came out and we learned that losing his FAMILY literally made him full blown suicidal (and thus, heavily indicating that he will in fact have his family returned to him in the end) I really saw a lot of dissatisfaction with his arc. Also because it wasn't more focused on the League. But I'll say it again--imo that's not the case with any of them. Not just Touya. Again, matter of opinion. I like it, personally, it caters to the ending I want for all of them.

However what bothers me is I can't find takes on Touya that don't straight up ignore that fact, and still try to make Touya into a revolutionary warrior genuinely fighting for the betterment of society and for other abuse victims. Because man, that is not what is happening.

I could honestly go on and on about how this applies to the rest of the LOV but idk if you wanted a full blown rant or not. So I'm gonna leave it here lmao.

[boxofbadaddiction]

Sure to Spark Rumours

Harry Potter x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 4 & 5

"Hi I'm [y/n or Character], I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable."

"I wish I could but I don't want to."

Warnings: a single curse word.

-my first time ever writing for Harry-

Umbridge had it out for Harry. No matter what he did his sheer existence just seemed to land him in strife. She were determined, it appeared, to punish him over even the smallest of incidents. At this point he'd simply come to expect them.

So, as the various groups of students gathered within the Castle Courtyard watched her Tiny, Gargoyle-like figure barrell across the way towards the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry prepared himself for the worst. Although, he had to admit this weren't a particularly "small" incident this time.

Crabbe and Goyle had been tormenting a Hufflepuff second year as Harry noticed passing by on his way to meet Ron and Hermione. He had warned the two if they didn't stop they'd soon regret it. Naturally, they didn't listen. Rather making matters decidedly worse for themselves by shoving the tiny student down against the stone floor. As a result Crabbe currently found himself sprouting Bat wings across his face, while Goyle fished himself from the slime of the Courtyard fountain. Rushing his dimwitted best friend to the infirmary with a lame threat thrown over his shoulder.

An action which of course caught the attention of the Hogwarts High Inquisitor immediately.

"My, my, my. Mr Potter. Care to explain yourself?" She smiled sweetly up at the boy. Harry glared back at the woman before him with an utterly unimpressed expression. "Please, enlighten me, on what possible grounds could one justify such a heinous attack on a fellow pupil?" Silence. Harry didn't trust the words rolling on the tip of his tongue not to make matters infinitely worse than they already were. "Given the circumstances and your rather...unpleasant, track record there really is no alternative. Yes, I'm afraid suspension is the only -"

"It wasn't Harry!" a voice called. Eyes all turned to its source where a girl was striding proudly towards the pair.

"I beg your pardon?" "It was me. I did it, Harry had nothing to do with it." Harrys eyes went wide, mouth falling open slightly at the girls words. "Is that so?" Umbridge spoke in an unconvinced tone. "Yes. They were bullying some second year and I wouldn't stand for it. I hexed Crabbe then stunned Goyle." The girl stood so confidently before them Harry wondered if she weren't crazy. She had to be to confess to such a thing. He didn't even know her name, yes they were in the same year - he'd seen her in a few of his classes but no more than that. Why would she cover for him?

His eyes traced her body, stopping on the tie which hung from her neck. Green. Why on Earth...

"I must say I find your declaration rather unlikely, Miss?"

"[Y/L/N]."

"Miss [Y/L/N]. Seeing as Harry is the one with his wand drawn, standing in the middle of the courtyard and you were not."

"Didn't fancy sticking around after the fact." She stated bluntly. "Check my wand if you dont believe me. See the last spell I cast." The Slytherin pulled her wand from the pocket of her robes, holding it out expectantly for the Teacher to take. "I hardly find that necessary. Potter is clearly the guilty culprit."

"Then why would I confess?"

"To cover for your friend, of course."

"Friend? I'm friend no of Gryffindor."

"Perhaps I'll simply ask the two unfortunate victims of this assault. That ought to clear this matter up."

"They'll never admit to being bested by a Witch. They'll happily feed into your lie that this was Harrys doing. Much to your satisfaction I'm sure."

"My dear girl, why would that ever bring me any satisfaction?"

"Because he's your favourite toy." The girl shot fiercely. "We all know it." Umbridge began grinding her teeth in frustration before her sickly sweet, fake, smile was forced back upon her face. "That's quiet enough." "Is it?"

A crowd had gathered by now, all captivated by the scene before them. By the amount of attitude being spat in their Teachers face.

"Very well, Miss [Y/L/N] if you would accompany me to my office where we can discuss your actions in private."

"Mmm, I wish I could but I don't want to." She smiled. "The walk just isn't worth the punishment you won't give me. Seeing as how I'm Slytherin so, really, why bother with the added leg work."

"This is not a matter of want. It is obligation. It is a direct order a-"

"And I have refused."

"My office, Miss [Y/L/N] now. I won't ask agai-"

"No."

"DETENTION! Miss [Y/L/N]. 6pm. Tomorrow night, my office." The girl grinned before her angry professor "It's a date." "Be late and the repercussions will be...severe." "I wouldn't miss it for the world." She winked, deliberately antagonising her now.

Umbridge turned sharply on her heel, eyeing the gathered crowd with her head held high before strutting away.

Stunned and excited voices began to swirl amongst the onlookers as to what they just witnessed. A Slytherin just stood up for Harry Potter? This was a scandal! It would be interesting to hear the rumours which this sparked through the school by dinner tonight.

"You shouldn't have done that" Harry spoke, finally having found his voice. "You're welcome." "You have no idea what she's like. What she's capable of. What she's-" "You've faced Voldemort head on, don't tell me you're scared of a Strawberry Shitcake in there." She guestured with her head in the direction Umbridge had walked away. Harrys brows furrowed at her comment. He wasn't sure what took him most by surprise; the fact she wasn't afraid to say the true name of You-Know-Who, the amusing nickname for Umbridge or the fact she was making a joke at a time like this. As silence overtook them while he contemplated what had just unfolded the atmosphere quickly became awkward. The pressure of countless eyes bearing down on the pair certainly didn't help.

"Hi, I'm [Y/N] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." [Y/N] reached her hand out to Harry in greeting to break the silence between them.

Stunned but rather amused a slight chuckle rolled from the back of Harrys throat while he reached, shaking the outstretched hand.

"Why did you-"

"Save your ass?"

"Yeah."

"Can't let you hold all the attention now can we?' [Y/N] smiled as she placed her hands in her pockets before her smile faded completely. With a quick glance around the square to ensure they were far enough from being within ear shot of anyone over hearing their conversation she continued in a whisper, "Look, I'm a friend of...someone's...who's in your little 'club'. I know what you're doing and I fully support it. So when I heard her talking about your suspension I-I couldn't let that happen."

Harry, yet again, was at a loss as her words clouded his brain. She knew? Who told her? A Slytherin supported him? The swirling of questions made him dizzy and soon found himself feeling very uncomfortable in this situation.

She was so different from any other Slytherin he'd met, she seemed kind and there was something relaxing about being in her presence. Something familiar in the warmth of her smile. The effect she had on him was odd to say the least as he were unable to form a single coherent sentence, left but a stuttering awkward mess.

"You a-you may very well be the first Slytherin to ever get a detention from her." [Y/N] laughed at his comment. Thankful for his ability to restore the light-hearted atmosphere. The two stood staring gleefully between one another for a moment. Perhaps a moment too long...

Harry cleared his throat, running a hand through the soft curls of his untamed hair. "Well I'd-a better get-get going. Ron and Hermione are waiting for me. It's where I was heading before I-I mean you attacked Malfoys cronies." He smiled.

"Yeah, no, of course. I'm sorry to hold you." She spoke sincerely. "Thanks again, if you ever need anything I really owe you." He began walking backwards from her. She nodded in reply before turning to walk back to her friend group when...

"[Y/N]!" Harry was sprinting back towards her. "About that friend of yours, next time they-they're ya know. Tag along. Won't you?" His vivid green eyes flickered frantically between her [E/C] ones. A bright smile spread across her features, "yeah? Okay, absolutely!" "Great! I'll see you there then" Harry had been a bit taken back as she accepted but shock quickly subsidised for something else entirely. Excitement? His heart was fluttering in anticipation as he ran off, a giddy smile on his lips.

Just wait until Ron and Hermione hear about this...

[astronomiaa]

Here's a difficult one: Kuon

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME...

favorite thing about them

I love just how absolutely bizarre she is, and how the survivors understandably react oddly to her mannerisms - while nobody else questions the utterly weird shit she does (except Aiko, but even she's more exasperated than anything else). For example, Kuon cares a lot about her student (Satoshi) so she invites herself over to his house and turns it into an onsen with his mother's permission. Naomi and Satoshi are completely clueless and wondering what the fuck is going on, while his family is completely fine with what's going on here.

She also specifically asked her bodyguards/secret agent employees/whatever the hell they are to bring her katsudon on the roof of a school with a helicopter. She exists on a totally different plane of existence and had I not known better I would've wanted her to be my glucose guardian.

Kuon is a comedy of errors and insanity.

least favorite thing about them

As you all probably already know, I'm not exactly a fan of Kuon for multiple reasons. There's so many things wrong with her as a character, that in order to list them all off I'd have to end up making a whole ass google doc.

My biggest problem with Kuon is that ultimately, she's pretty much a unnecessary character whose only real function in the plot was to serve as a creepier version of Yui with magic powers and prevent Satoshi and Naomi from meeting up with Yoshiki and Ayumi. Blood Drive introduced too many new major characters and too many wild plot points that her own subplot, which would've been a lot more interesting in different circumstances, was easily buried underneath everything else.

I still would've enjoyed her far more if they hadn't included predatory undertones in her character, and instead focused on something else (maybe a want for family, since it's established that Aiko despises her and their parents have been on vacation for possibly years) + addressed the fatal flaw in her character that she's an extremely controlling person.

favorite line

"I wonder if you'll find another teacher in my place once you return to the real world. I'll be kind of jealous, but... do say hi for me, to the me who isn't me... won't you?"

Listen, no matter how much I dislike Kuon or find her creepy, this line in particular pulls at my heartstrings a bit.

brOTP

Aiko & Kuon because nothing is funnier than a sibling rivalry where one of them is completely unaware that there's a competition in the first place. Also, I would like to think that were Kuon a better written character, she'd eventually come to realize that no, her sister isn't just being a teenager and acting out hormonal feelings and whatnot - Aiko actually fucking despises her. I want to see Kuon struggle and desperately try to fix their relationship while trying to figure out how it became damaged in the first place, but failing epically because she's just that bad at understanding how her actions can affect other people.

OTP

I jokingly ship her with Satoshi's mom because personally, I think that's the better alternative to whatever the hell is going on in canon. The sheer amount of comedy that comes from Kuon making herself part of this already sort of nuts family, where Miho and Yuka would definitely enable some of her insanity, is unrivaled. Satoshi is traumatized.

nOTP

Kuon/Satoshi. There is nothing more to be said.

random headcanon

Corpse Party canonically takes place in 2008, and she's an English teacher whose assumed to have done some traveling prior to becoming a teacher due to her status as a CEO. She definitely picked up on some cringe worthy fads and tries to use them to feel closer to her students/younger, which just further establishes her as that one really weird but well meaning teacher and makes people assume that she's older than she is.

unpopular opinion

As unnecessary as I think she was, there was still multiple directions they could've taken with her character that would've made her better established and far more interesting. One such direction they could've taken, was that they could have made her a much more antagonistic foil to Miss Yui - where while her cheerful personality is definitely genuine, there's something pretty twisted there as well. Which results in both Naomi and Satoshi regretting that they'd assumed the best of her due to the fact that she's seemingly so similar to Yui.

I'm not sure how that would play out, but I'd find that perspective much more intriguing than brushing off her weird crush on Satoshi as harmless and her role in the plot basically just being Yui 2.0

TBH I flicker a lot between "she'd make a good minor antagonist had they done that instead" or "they should've taken her flaws a lot more seriously and also gotten rid of that weird romance subplot".

song I associate with them

I hope you know I searched for hours and couldn't find a single song that fit this crazy woman

favorite picture of them

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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In the morning, you tiptoe to the living room, but everything you find of Billy is a small note left on the kitchen table. He's at work and must be back by 5 or 6 pm. He said you can make something for lunch, and that he'll bring dinner. So, now that you're alone, you can't help but think. The names of those who died to keep playing back, and Gisele's is the one that comes louder. You feel bad for all the times you were mean to her, when you left her talking alone, storming away. But it's useless to feel this way now. It won't bring her back.

You're pacing around the living room, the news channel on, as they repeat the same things over and over. When you put both hands on your head, out of desperation, you feel as Billy's shirt lifts a little, exposing your thighs. And you realize you'll need clothes. And all your personal stuff. “Ame.” You mutter, going to the phone and calling home. As usual, it's Amelia who answers, and she squeals, happy to know you're fine. After telling her everything that happened and where you'll be staying, you start giving the instructions. Well, she's the one to point out what you'll need and how to cover up who you are.

The goal is to remain hidden, but you won't be stuck inside the apartment. So you need to look different, and for that, Amelia advises you to buy new clothes, normal clothes, instead of using the ones you have. And she kindly offers to buy everything you'll need and bring them over later today. She'll also bring all of your personal stuff. And money. Amelia tells you to keep some money with you, in case you need it. You're not sure what for, but you agree.

She gets here after lunch, with three huge pieces of baggage, and she helps you drag them to Billy's bedroom. Then, after you change out of Billy's shirt, she shows off the last part of her plan. Amelia wants to dye your hair and cut off a few inches. You don't think it's necessary, but she's worried about the situation, and for the sake of the woman who raised you, you let her do it. Once she's done, she helps you clean the bathroom before leaving, giving you a tight hug and asking you to keep in touch and be careful.

Then the rest of the day is pretty boring. You do give some trips to the bathroom, just to check the hair. It's nice having your natural color back, but you never thought it would be in these circumstances.

You're watching the news again, seating on the couch, when the door opens. Turning your head, you give Billy a small smile. When his eyes find you, he furrows his eyebrows. It takes a while for you to understand why the confused expression.

“Oh! It was Amelia.” Quickly, you explain, standing on your feet and noticing the pizza he brought. “I called her and she helped me get some stuff done and well...” You gesture at your hair. “I've been bleaching it since Elementary school so I bet nobody will recognize me now. Amelia is probably the only one who remembers my natural color but... This is it.” You're speaking too much, and maybe a little too fast, but you're not sure why. “What do you think?”

He squints his eyes, moving to put the pizza on the table. “I think you're already planning on going out.” Well, obviously. He can't possibly expect you to stay locked up in here.

“I was talking about the hair, but ok.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at the pizza. “Can I eat it?”

“Yeah. I'll take a shower.”

“I'll wait for you then.”

“Alright.” Billy stands there for a few seconds, awkwardly, before walking to the bedroom. “The hair is good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, smiling a little.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out suddenly, startling you. “Why is there a bag full of money on my bed?”

“Oh!” Rushing to his bedroom, you find a very confused Billy. You left the dark blue bag on the edge of the bed, and you completely forgot about it. “Amelia said I should have money with me, just in case I need it.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “But, uhm, if you need or want to buy something, you can, I mean... It's fifty-seven thousand dollars.” Reaching out inside that bag, you take one of the many piles. “Every pile has one thousand... So if I fall and break a bone you can use it to pay the hospital.

“Break a bone? Should I worry about that?”

“Just trying to light up the mood.” Giggling, you glance at him. “I won't jump from the window or anything. And those are my things.” You gesture, at the pieces of luggage. “Amelia got me new clothes. Normal clothes, not the expensive ones my mother makes me buy.”

“Amelia has everything figured out.”

“She does... I'll let you do your stuff.” Nodding to yourself, you walk away. You can't help but feel a little weird with all this, and the sensation of being nothing but a bother to Billy is starting to kick in.

You patiently wait for him, watching the news again. And the content of the tape was finally made known. And it's not good. Everyone was expecting a normal rescue. They'd say how much they want, get paid, and let the kids go. But apparently, that's not how it'll be.

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name startles you, your heart skipping a beat, and that's when you notice how focused you were. “Everything alright?”

“No.” You breathe out as Billy turns the TV off. “They have thirteen kids, right? It means they want thirteen parts. They'll let the media know how much, and when they get paid, they'll release one. Whoever they want. It doesn't mean that the Whaylands will get James out if they pay up.”

“These guys know what they're doing.” Billy looks down, thoughtful. “This will create chaos between the families.”

“Yeah... I'm even glad I'm stuck here because I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that mess.” Standing from the couch, you move to the kitchen table. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Drumming your fingers on the table, you sit down, thinking about everyone they got. Alice, James, Daniel. Melissa, Candace. Michael, Antony, and Ryan. There are more... But you can't remember. Where are they now? Are they hungry? Are they being treated nicely? You doubt it. By the violence those men showed, they're not being nice. It could've been you, who knows where now, maybe starving, terrified... They're not your friends. They're just people you know, but still, you want them all back, alive and well. You want to hug them, to talk to them again, even if it means being part of their superficial conversations. You just want to have the chance to.

“Hey,” Billy calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing you were biting your lip too harshly. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Muttering, you take a slice of pizza, taking a bite.

“What did you have for lunch?” The question comes in a careful tone. Low and steady. He knows what you're thinking about.

But you can't answer it. It only hits you now that you haven't eaten anything all day, and the pain in your stomach is only surrendering because you're eating now. So you clear your throat, giving Billy a look. “Uhm... I haven't.”

“What?” He puts his slice down, a serious face on. “Couldn't you find anything you like?”

“That's not it I... I was watching the news all day and the police did next to nothing.” Gesturing at the TV, you sigh. “And I just can't understand how those big ass vans just disappeared into the night. It's just... One of the three people who were in the hospital died. Five of those working in the kitchens died in the explosion. They found the bodies today, and I just... I just wasn't hungry...” Maybe you should just say the last part. Billy doesn't need to know how desperate you feel.

“(Y/N), you gotta eat. What would your father say if he knew–”

“Billy, I need you to stop thinking about my father.” Cutting him off, you push some of your hair back, out of your face. He has to stop doing that. You don't want to be a job, you don't want him to see you as someone he has to look after. “What? Do you think I'll give him daily reports on my routine?” Making a pause, you take another bite, now a little annoyed. When you swallow it down, you stare at Billy again. “Day one. I woke up in Billy's bed, wearing one of his shirts. He left a cute note. I spent the whole day watching the news, freaking out a little, crying a little. Them Billy came back and brought me pizza.” You make sure to sound as annoyed as you feel. “Day two...”

“Maybe you should do that.” He says, those blue eyes locked on yours. Why is he staring at you like that, so intensely? Is he doing that thing again, trying to understand you? Because he always succeeds.

“Maybe you're crazy.” Shaking your head, you focus on the pizza again, silently finishing your slice. It might be so weird for him. Billy doesn't bring girls here, and here you are, invading his private life, stealing his bed. “The bed is yours today.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah...” As you take a second slice, you remember the gala. From the moment he picked you up until right before the explosion. It was easy talking to Billy, you didn't have to think before speaking. It was... Good. Effortless. You couldn't stop smiling, and you did wish you could hang out with him more. You felt free from all the rules and regulations, finally able to be someone genuine. Not the fake version you present to people.

But now... It's weird, uncomfortable. You did expect it to change as the days go by, but it didn't.

You started to count, obviously. Day three, day four... And it only got worse, if that's even possible. He always brings something to dinner, and you eat silently on the kitchen table, only to sit on the couch for a while, as far from the other as possible, and watch TV in silence. It's like two strangers sharing a roof, and you slowly give up the idea of this being something good. It isn't. Billy doesn't want you here, that's pretty clear. And it got even more obvious after the weekend. You told him he could go out if he wanted to, but he didn't. And it was just the same. Few words were spoken, a cold distance kept. He's like someone else entirely, not the same Billy from the beach.

And on the eighth day, you had enough. So you wait for Billy to go to bed, since it's his turn, and wait an hour before tiptoeing to the phone. Amelia is the only one you can talk to, whose advice you trust. So you call the private line she keeps in her bedroom, nervously biting your lip as you wait for her to pick up.

“Hello. Who's this?”

“Ame. It's me.” You whisper, giving the hall a look before turning around, leaning against the wall. “I'm sorry to call so late but I needed to talk.”

“Of course, honey. You know you can call me whenever you need.” When you were at the house, you used to bug her even late at night when you needed help, or just to rant about something. She was always there. “What's going on?”

“Uhm... Ame, this... This isn't working. Living with Billy is... Complicated.”

“Why?” You hear something in the back, maybe a glass being put down. “I remember you were getting along just fine since the day he saved you from drowning.” She giggles. “I saw you going around with him, laughing and chatting.”

Sighing, you shake your head a little. It was different back then. You don't know how, but you know it was. “Yeah, but he just... It just...” Damn it. Of all people you know, if you had to pick someone to do this, as crazy and insane as it is, you'd pick Billy. In any other house, those mansions, you'd have to act on your best behavior, participate in those formal rites for every meal, be always polite and kind. Here, you thought it would be better. You thought you'd have fun, as you used to on those days, with funny comments and quick remarks. Now... You don't know. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You burst out, keeping your voice low.

“Why do you think that?”

“He's just... Distant. Cold.” Why does it bother you so much? The Billy you met before was the one treating you as his boss. One of the owners of one of the houses he works on. What did you think? That he'd keep the act? “I'm an inconvenience. He's just doing that because my father will pay him in the end and no, I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but I just... I thought it'd at least be nice, but it isn't so...”

“(Y/N), Billy is a guy. I'm sure he's just making sure you don't feel uncomfortable.” She speaks slow, and you start bouncing your leg nervously.

“Amelia, I don't want him to fall in love with me, ok? I just thought we'd become friends or something like that.” The words come out fast, and you're a little pissed. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You repeat.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I had a nice time with him.” You burst out, throwing your free hand in the air. “He's so different from the idiots I'm surrounded by. I don't have to fake it, I can just say the stupid things that come to my head and I never had anyone I could be myself with. And God, I was so stupid to think this would be fun, or...” Taking a deep breath, your voice fades as you collect your thoughts. Moving from the wall, you start pacing around. “I'll just look for some apartment to rent, Ame. I don't want to be–” The sentence is cut short when you see a figure standing by the end of the table. Your eyes go wide, a hand on your heart as you recognize Billy, arms crossed, his eyes on you. “Ame, I'll have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Alright, honey. Try talking to Billy before making any decisions.”

“Ok. Good night.” You mumble before hanging up. Swallowing hard, you step back, leaning against the countertop. “Did you... Hear anything?” That's a stupid question, of course he did. He wouldn't be looking so pissed if he didn't. But it doesn't matter. This gotta be over soon, so you both will feel better.

“From the very beginning.” He says, tilting his head at the phone. “Heard you talking to someone and decided to check.”

“Ok.” Nodding to yourself, you look down at your feet. “I was thinking and I believe it will better if I look for some place I can rent around here. But don't worry, I won't tell my father so you'll still be paid.” As you speak, you make your way back to the couch, but Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop.

“So you think I don't want you here,” Billy mutters, his face lit up by the bluish light coming from the TV. He's gorgeous, so gorgeous that it's hard to say something to his face.

“That's crystal clear, Billy.” Giving your arm a pull, he let it go. “You said it yourself, you don't bring girls to your place and you were forced into having me here and I totally get that you don't like it.” Turning your back at him, you sit on the couch, eyes on the TV, but not paying any attention.

“You got it wrong.”

“I don't think so.”

“I just...” He makes a pause, so long it makes you look up at him. “I'm trying to give you some space.”

“Well, you gave me so much space it actually feels like I'm living alone.” Angrily, you move to lie down, fixing the blanket on your legs. “It'll better if I just move out.”

“Listen, I know you don't like this place.” Billy turns the TV off, and if it wasn't for the dim light coming from the street, you'd be in complete darkness. “It's tiny, your bedroom is bigger than this apartment.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Remember when the railing of your balcony was broken by a storm? I fixed it.”

You remember it. There was a huge summer storm, and a branch was ripped from a nearby tree, knocking down half of your railing. When you came back home on the next day, it was fixed. But you'd never guess it was Billy. “Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me for doing my job.”

“Goddamn it, Billy.” Kicking the blankets away, you stand up. “Stop treating me like some rich chick! Stop putting words in my mouth and stop saying I can't thank you for doing something!” You're yelling, despite the late hour. The neighbors won't like it. “You never asked me what I think about your place so you can't possibly know if I like it or not. And yes, thank you for fixing my railing, thank you for keeping my pool clean, for cleaning the leaves, for... Hell, for sheltering me! But it's getting tiring. I thought you'd treat me like a normal girl like you did on the beach, but I get it now that it was just an act so I'll just leave.” That said, you're already in motion, not sure why. But you're unlocking the door and storming out, furious, easily finding the stairs and rushing down.

“(Y/N)!” Ignoring Billy, you don't stop, wiping some tears that escaped when you push the building doors open, the fresh night air making your breath in deeply.

You're overwhelmed. There's nothing new about the kidnappings. The criminals asked two million dollars for the first kid, but that was it. The police can't seem to get any closer to finding them, and the same goes to the many private investigators on the case. And the only good thing that came out of this shit, being with the only person on Earth with who you felt like you could be yourself, backfired. You feel stupid, deceived. Walking down the sidewalk, you roll your eyes when you hear the building doors banging, quickening your pace.

“(Y/N).”

“You wanted to give me space. Then give me some freaking space.” Your voice is cracking, which only makes you feel more like an idiot.

“Alright. I'm sorry, ok?” He raises his voice, and soon enough he's grabbing your arm. But you push him away until he let it go. “I shouldn't assume you would turn out to be like the other girls. You're not like any of the rich kids I met.”

“You don't have to do it now. You made everything very clear.”

“Would you listen?” Billy furrows his eyebrows, stepping back, a hand on his head. “I have this habit of expecting the worse, it always kept me from being caught with the guard down. But I'll admit I was wrong about you.” Avoiding his gaze, you pace around, not sure if you want to believe it. “I had a nice time with you too. That was the worst party I've ever been to, but it was good to know there's someone from their world who isn't completely rotten on the inside.”

You don't know why but the insult makes you giggle. But it's only because he's right. The fact that they're being held hostage doesn't change how some of those people are mean and rude. Their situation doesn't change who they are. And, being born into what Billy called ‘their world’, made you see the worst side of everyone. Money corrupts weak minds, you've seen it. The more they have, the more they want.

“Fine then...” Finally turning to face him, you sigh. “What now?”

Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it, not moving yet. “First, let's get inside. You're in pajamas in the middle of the sidewalk.”

That makes you laugh, looking down and taking in the leggings and the baggy shirt you're wearing which leaves one of your shoulders exposed. “My mother would literally squeal if she saw me now.”

“She doesn't have to know.” That makes you smile even more, and you feel like you just got a glimpse of the Billy you were with at the beach. So you take his hand, breathing in, and letting him guide you back inside.

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[sasodei-is-real]

Hi💖

I know I have not been there for a long time and I am sorry that I disappeared. Now I will explain everything.

In a word It just so happened that the plans have changed. Have changed, to put it mildly.

In general,lf, in short, I have already said that I planned to continue the Sasodei analysis at the end of December. The bottom line is that the analysis is really important to me , and i kow for you too so I want to do it quality. And this takes time. And just from 28 December to 18 January I was supposed to have a vacation (time!🙃). I thought that I would go about my business and that is, makeing sasodei analysis during the holidays. Before that, from December 21 to December 28, we had to take tests in humanitarian subjects and viewing artwork in uni. That is, in fact, we had to pass and receive grades for the last week. And then we would have a vacation. BUT.

Then a little unexpected happened. it was the 18th. I was sitting in my room and writing an analysis of the age difference. and then "ShE" comes into my room and warns that "This Sunday we are leaving for Russia to settle some issues with citizenship" . And then of course I was in complete frustration.

A trip to Russia meant that all my plans were not destined to come true. It also meant that I would not be able to pass my exams in time. So. First I wrote to my friend with whom we planned to do a lot for Christmas and what could not happen because of my move.

Then I spoke to the dean and explained the situation to him. I was told that I will take all exams from January 8 to 18. Monday night we were on the plane. At 4:00 am We reached our destination.

At first I was in Tula and there was no Internet in our cottage, so I could not write. we were mostly on the street and went to the notary. Right now I'm in an apartment in Moscow. Today I am at home and since I have the opportunity I was finally able to write to you.

Sooi. Today I will try to finish the post about the age difference and download it. I apologize for not being able to finish it quickly. Explain what the matter is. When I proposed to raise this problem, I did not think that the post would be released so long and laborious. But when writing, I realized that you need to touch on absolutely all aspects that are somehow related to this issue in order to see it from different angles. The post actually turns out to be very long dc everything is starting from a problem in real life where topics of a different nature are raised that are somehow related to this issue, since in fact the shils that are part of the virtual world, are very tightly connected with the real world and the reaction of people comes from real stereotypes and precautions too. In one word, it turns out a very long analysis, but I'm still happy that it turns out like that, absolutely all aspects of this topic are discussed, because if we talk about one serious topic, then you need to talk about everything and write long thinking. So that the analysis is not abandoned, but it just turned out to be more labor-intensive and longer than I expected and than I planned. Today I will try to finish it and post it.

But I want to say that I do not know when I will be able to continue sasodei analysis, and it upsets me very much. The thing is, when I get home, I essentially won't have time. We will spend the whole 31st at the crossings and at the airport. The flight is scheduled for the night of the 31st. I will get home on the morning of January 1st. But as soon as I get home I will need to prepare for the sessions and for the viewing. Humanitarian subjects I will need to pass - psychology, plastic anatomy, art history, chemistry and geography. Plus I need to read three books for the history of art to make a S. on them. In addition, it will be necessary to pass art views, and for this I have to draw two portraits for academic drawing and two portraits with oil paints for painting. And plus to everything In addition, for the last week that I spend in Russia, my classmates where asked to winter practice which I could not draw because IAmInRusSiA🌚👍. That is, plus two more portraits. In short, I will have to pass five humanitarian exams, read three books and draw 7 portraits. And all this I have to do before January 18. Of course I will try to be in time. That's not the point. The fact is that the analysis is very important, including for me, I planned to quickly write it and move on to the relationship of sasori and deidara, because this is the very Smak and this is what I created my account for.

I have prepared a lot of things, I have been looking for a long time and found the canon moments with them. But first of all, I understand that it needs to be done efficiently. And this takes time. Well, as soon as I had time, along with this, such unforeseen circumstances appeared. in a word I am a little upset and would like to ask you to wait a little longer🥺. I myself really want to write about them. This analysis is very important and means much more than some item in the daily routine. And as soon as I have time I will immediately continue writing it. Perhaps it will be at the end of January when I have passed all the exams and my studies will begin.

Well, so far, in a word, in fact, I just don't have a vacation that was supposed to be a guarantor of the time that I could devote to this analysis. Even even on the contrary because of a trip to Russia I have accumulated even more cases.

I very much hope for your understanding. I'm really sorry. it is especially a pity when like in my notes I already have prepared texts of thought prepared moments from manga games and official short stories that are just waiting to be edited and posted. But there is simply no time to edit them and present them in analyzes, and this is probably a little offensive. In general, I hope this post did not turn out too clogged with my whining😅

Well, in general, I just wanted to keep you informed of what was going on and explain why I did not write. Why the analysis of the age difference was a little delayed.Why did the plans for the continuation of the sasodei change. The analysis of the age difference I will try to finish today or tomorrow and post it. And what about the sasodei analyzes directly, I apologize for the changes in our plans. I'm very sorry, and now I only hope for your understanding. But Even in thought, do not hesitate about the analysis! Do not doubt! Yes, due to unforeseen circumstances, it is rebuilt a little, but still I will definitely write it without any doubts. And I will write as planned thoroughly Analyzing absolutely all aspects and slowly moving towards their relationship.

I ask you not to worry at all this is why I created my blog and this is what I think about every day. Trust me. So that you do not worry and understand how seriously I take this analysis and our plans with you - even when I go to the same Twitter - I am looking for information on the canonical info that can be used in analyzes.

In a word, even if I do not have time to write an analysis yet, this does not mean that I do not think about it. Accordingly it will still be. will be sure and without any doubt.Just wait a little more. Love you💗💙💗

[zoffra]

Why Hisoka decided to kill the troupe ?

Analysis in two parts:

1- Hisoka's pre-fight personality

2- Hisoka's post fight psychological change

Part 1 -

Let us make a point on Hisoka's character.

Hisoka's a character who takes pleasure in fighting strong opponents, it's his reason for living, it's like a drug in the proper sense of the term. If he doesn't fight for a long time, or if he's about to fight and - for whatever reason - the fight doesn't start, he'll kill anyone to satisfy his need and calm his excitement. This happens, for example, during hunter exam after meeting Kurapika and Leorio (= satisfying his need), or after Illumi's meeting with Killua and Alluka (= calming his excitement).

Other than that, he carefully chooses his opponents and will even refuse fights if he judges that the person isn't worth it.

Hisoka's incredibly patient. In order to fight Chrollo, he'll put in a lot of effort. He joins the spiders - which already isn't an easy task - and waits for three years that an opportunity presents itself, so that he finds himself alone with the leader and can fight him. The other members don't interest him - except maybe Machi to a much lesser extent.

After Chrollo lost his Nen, Hisoka assists the troupe in search for the exorcist. Shizuku assumes that Chrollo promised him a fight in exchange for his help. It's not known how long Chrollo's deprived of his Nen, whats certain is that several months go by.

Abengan's Nen works like this: he invokes a Nen beast whose shape and size varies according to the curse's power posed by his user. The stronger the curse, the longer that will takes time- and you can be sure that Kurapika's chain was far more powerful than Genthru's bomb.

Later, we learn from Gitarakuru that after recovering his Nen, Chrollo fled. During this time, he returned to Meteor city to prepare his fight and steal various capacities - in particular that of the dean, Shalnark and Kortopi. Finally, after all these waiting years, Hisoka's finally rewarded and they'll fight in a place - that Chrollo himself chooses, as floor master : Celestial tower.

I'll not describe the fight, I can only advise those who haven't read the manga to go and find out for themselves. If I could sum it up in one word, it would be 'disappointing'. But not for us, readers, for Hisoka.

Chrollo used sneaky methods, avoiding to maximum close contacts with Hisoka, while sending his puppets to fight for him, waiting for opportunities to hit him critically. Warning! This isn't a criticism, I'm not saying it's something bad, these are just the facts.

We know that Chrollo's calculating and that beyond his extraordinary physical abilities, he distinguishes himself from others by his intelligence. For me, this fight is the very reflection of his personality, calculated like music paper and orchestrated by Chrollo as master of ceremonies.

It's also a nose thumb at the relationship they've always had. Hisoka spent more time killing puppets with no interest to reach Chrollo, rather than fighting him. He finds himself in the situation where he has always been.

At the time of his 'death', Hisoka made a pact with the Nen to bring him back to life. By using condition and oath - his death being the condition to be fulfilled - he wish that his heart's functions and his lungs will be restored. And from there, the troupe will have big problems.

Part 2 -

Spiders made several mistakes. When they inspected Hisoka's body, they were negligent. When Shalnark testified to Hisoka's death by asphyxiation, no one found his hands position strange. By that I mean they're seasoned Nen users, cold-blooded killers, they know that Nen gets stronger after death.

An important detail is that you can revive a suffocation victim - it shouldn't last too long of course, but it's not as if his head was cut off. And that's exactly what Hisoka will do.

He probably used Ken to absorb the explosion, surrounded his heart and his lungs with his Gum, then practiced a cardiac massage to resuscitate himself, - I pass about after-effects that his brain would normally have undergone, which is an ease logical scenario.

Machi said one interesting thing: '[Hisoka] still paid me in advance.' This means that she was in contact with him before, and Hisoka asked her to stitch up his wounds after the fight. Machi probably understood it as 'if I win the fight, can you heal me', but for Hisoka there was probably a double meaning: healing his wounds if they were too serious so that he do himself, or if he hadn't been in fit state to do it.

Biggest mistake spiders have made has been to underestimate Hisoka.

Towards fight's end (chap 355) when a puppets horde rush towards him, Hisoka has an angry expression. Hisoka's neutral facial expression is a mischievous pout, or in fights where he has to fight seriously, he has a concentrated expression.

It's extremely rare to see him angry, and I think his change of mind manifests himself at that time. Hisoka's face takes half a page's place and is a terrifying blackness, it's an important moment. All accumulated frustration since years literally explodes during this bitter taster fight.

When he wakes up, we don't immediately notice his change of mind, but when he speaks it's clearer.

'Reality knows how to wake you up.' Hisoka realizes - if not already done - that he'll not be able to defeat Chrollo with his usual methods.

A little higher, I said the trio had underestimated Hisoka but I also think of Chrollo. During the fight he was arrogant, explaining his abilities, inviting him to flee and then, telling him that isn't to taunt him - you can't make me believe thats true.

'If you've learned your lessons from this, then next time make sure to choose your opponent and the location you fight.' Machi's words complete Hisoka's decision, it was clearly not the thing to say to him at this precise moment.

This how Hisoka's change of mind worked for me. Hisoka's an irrational person but he killed with a certain consistent logic - strong ones who deserve his attention. His death - more precisely, circumstances of the fight leding to his death - played a major role in his transformation. He's no longer undefeated and has been ridiculed, Chrollo practically whistling when he sent his puppets against him.

'No matter where they go and who they are with, I won't stop until I kill them all' It's revenge.

His actions are no longer directed by the will to fight strong adversaries, they're guided by the outright brigade eradication.

Strangely, he leaves Machi alive. Don't tell me thats because he just wants she getting her message across to the other members, there were a thousand ways to warn Chrollo and the others without leaving her alive - and considering the awkward position she was in, he could have kill her without slightest concern. - In an interview, Togashi says that he didn't want to kill her at that time because he has other plans for her.

Kortopi was visibly relieving himself when he was killed. He was a pointless opponent for Hisoka, especially considering the situation in which he found himself. This proves once again his change of mind, it's a method of murderer.

Same method when he sends Kortopi's head to Shalnark. At that moment, Shalnark grabs his friend's head - which is edifying of stupidity - to verify that it's him, and Hisoka punches him.

On several occasions, I've read some people would have liked to see a real Shalnark vs Hisoka fight. But we had it, and difference in strength is too great. At that moment, it's true that Shalnark couldn't use his Hatsu, nevertheless he could still use his Nen but he didn't even had time to defend himself with his Ten.

We don't know if Hisoka kills Shalnark in one blow, it's possible that he survived for a moment. However, this isn't what the staging seems to evoke. The fight literally takes a half page, speed with which Hisoka starts the fight and shock's power when he hits Shalnark leaves no doubt as to the fight speed end. In addition, even though Hisoka's Nen strengthened, he was seriously injured - he was able to repair his limbs in appearance, but he has no healing ability like Machi or quick regeneration like an enhancer.

The last chapter page sounds like a real turning point. We knew Hisoka was sadistic, he likes to torture his opponents psychologically (cf: Kastro fight, Goto), but we had never seen him at work physically. After his fight, he took the trouble to stage the Shalnark's and Kortopi corpses, tying Shalnark to the swing like a puppet, refering to his ability and his fight against Chrollo.

Chapter ends abruptly with a sentence / thought from Hisoka: 'There are 10 left.'

Number 10 is interesting. At that moment, members still alive are the following: Phinks, Feitan, Machi, Kalluto, Nobunaga, Shizuku, Franklin, Bonorenov and Chrollo.

That makes 9. I consider that - even if he didn't see her die - Hisoka is aware of the Pakunoda's death. He spent a lot of time with members at Greed Island and Chrollo, it's impossible that he didn't learn it.

The 10th member is therefore Illumi - reader learns of his membership in the troupe only 20 chapters later -, he was therefore recruited before Hisoka announced his vendetta against spiders.

Last point I wanted to emphasize: when Hisoka says 'there is 10 left', he includes Chrollo. This shows that he no longer puts him on a pedestal, seeing him as the head or someone important. It's simply a leg to be eliminated.

Hisoka's personality has radically changed, he has finished playing.

[lovelydeadlysocialite]

Request for Reassignment (Vyn/Kat)

Vynette sat at her desk, finishing up the paperwork assigned to her, just like any night in the office. The only difference was her demeanor. Something about her was tense. She caught a look from Kat more than once for her heel tapping nervously, and the elf kept sneaking glances at her Director to almost make a comment before sealing her lips again.

Finally, without looking up, some of the proposed words in her head finally managed to tumble out. "I was talking to an agent from another Unit today. I guess they've had eight agents now put in to answer the call for aid. From, you know, the Covenants."

"Uh-huh," Kat muttered in response without looking at the elven operative, her focus remaining on the papers she shuffled, expression blank.

It was more or less the kind of response Vyn expected. She sighed, knowing she was going to have to move things forward. "It seems like the need for more trained hands is still pretty great. And what with the duties of wartime off everyone's plates, more or less," her voice trailed softer and quicker as she mumbled, "I was considering requesting a temporary assignment to offer my abilities. Ma'am."

Kat froze in place, staring at the document in hand as a slow exhale spilled over her lips. Eyelids shut as lips curled inward over the teeth and the paper set aside. "There are plenty of eager hero types and jar-heads t' fill the ranks." Her response monotone as the stark gaze shifted to the elf.

"We have plenty t'do here."

The air in the room thinned out at Kat's tone and in any other instance, Vyn would have dropped the topic. Unfortunately, the circumstances here were unique. "I know. There is work to be done, and I'm not ignoring or underplaying the work we do." She may have come to Unit Eight looking for a job and a safe place to hide, but she did understand the value they added to the Alliance she was somehow a part of now.

"It is just... the request came for me specifically." An uncharacteristic uncertainty softened Vynette's voice. "My teacher is part of the House of Eyes. He has called for me to aid the Necro Lords."

Without missing a beat, Kat's eyes narrowed sharply following Vyn's confession. "I see..." Her tone and demeanor turned ice-cold, and the eye contract broke, the Director diving back into her papers.

"So after everythin', I've done, everythin' I've risked, yer going t' abandon me just like that." Pain and anger laced Kat's words, her jaw tightening towards the end. "One letter from a ghost and I'm nothin' t' ya'."

Vyn's bright blue eyes went wide at the shift in tone. It was rare to see such intensity drawn from the otherwise collected and calculating Director. As someone who genuinely respected Kat, Vyn felt the pit of guilt in her stomach. "No, that's not it at all! You're... you mean a lot to me. You took a chance on me." She spoke of the risks Kat took for her in a hushed voice, not wanting to raise suspicions of anyone who might still be lingering in a nearby office. "I owe you everything."

Taking a deep breath, Vyn pressed forward, mustering up her determination. "I am not looking to leave beyond a temporary reassignment; my home is here. With you and with the Unit." Their office was one of the few consistent places anyone could find her these days. "But he was the one who got me here. He saw value in me and gave me purpose. And I failed him. And he died," she finally admitted.

"And I saw value in ya', and gave ya' a new purpose!" Kat quickly countered, pointing a finger in the elven woman's direction. "A purpose that could have, and still could, get us both killed."

With a scoff, Kat's head shook, and her arms crossed as she stood from the desk and paced. "Ya' failed him, but he sends a letter? Have ya' gone dense Vynette?" For once, the Director addressed her elven shadow by the first name rather than the forged surname. "It has trap written all over it. Or did ya' forget how ya' were ejected from the Horde?"

It would have been easy to call her paranoid; plenty of people in SI:7 had already. The real pain came from the truth in her words.

"I was overconfident when I got set up. I'm not that anymore thanks to you," she pointed out. "Being by your side is important to me."

Vyn was to the point of pleading, even when she knew Kat was not so easily swayed. What else could she do? "Kat..." She addressed the woman, not the title. "There's still closure I need from my time as an apprentice. Shit I'm still carrying with me. My loyalty is with you; no one can change that. So I'm asking-- begging for the chance to serve the cause in the Shadowlands and put my ghosts to rest."

A heated exhale pushed through the nostril as Kat turned her back to Vynette's pleading, facing the wall where documents, pins, and red string put together the tapestry of their current case. She did not appear to be swayed by the elf's begging, not entirely. Something in that final statement did bring a silent pause.

"If bein' by my side is so important, then why so eager to leave it?" She chose to hone in on other points and skip over the please, keeping her back to the elf. There was still a tinge of pain and anger in her tone.

"Livin' in th' past never moved anyone forward. I need ya' here. Or is suddenly wot I and this job I graced ya' with no longer of importance? I didn' say a bloody thing when I came back to find yer visage eerily similar to mine, plucked a hair from the office, no doubt. Even when my patience is tested by yer sometimes questionable motivations and comments in the borderline territory of breakin' my rules, I allowed yer leash to remain lax. I never asked fer anythin' other than service in return, even after footin' the bills to fake and create yer life in the Alliance. But this is the thanks I get? T'be abandoned fer some Horde dog."

Vynette got to her feet, because she disliked the tone Kat was taking regarding her teacher. Vyn rarely defied Kat; it was not in her nature. Still, she persisted. "You've let my leash remain lax because I've done everything you've ever asked of me, without question. I've followed every order, completed every mission," her voice dropped lower, but picked up its intensity, "I've done every off-book task you've needed with a smile because I'm your knife. I've committed sins for you and I'd commit them thrice over and you know that."

Scrunching her nose at the realization that her tone was getting away from her, Vynette composed herself. "He's not some Horde dog, Director; he's found a place of high standing in the House of Eyes. If I went over your head, they'd give me the go ahead. Hell, I could go to Fiske. I didn't do that because I don't give a shit about their authority. You're the one I follow."

Looking down at her desk, Vynette sat back down feeling resigned to defeat. "If you command me to stay, I'll stay. I don't ask for much. But I'm just asking for you to trust me. I have debts to repay, but he's not my master anymore."

As the Operative's tone began to get away from her, Kat looked back over her shoulder. One brow lifted as she stared the elven woman down from across the room as if cursing her for the act of defiance.

"Go over m'head or t'Fiske, and it won't be a temporary reassignment." The Director barked. Whether it was a threat or fact was anyone's guess.

Fingers ran through her raven tresses, pulling the strands back as she sighed quietly, seemingly content with Vynette's concession. "When this case is over," Kat motioned to the wall at her side as she turned to face the elf. "Then I will consider signin' off on a temporary reassignmen'. I will no' make any promises, however."

The tension in Vyn's shoulders released. Resisting Kat's authority made her physically uncomfortable, but she had made it to the other side. They both knew the elf would not go over Kat's head, but she was still being given an out. She could handle finishing their assignment at hand. She would cling to the hope that, if she continued to be on her best behavior, Kat would give her the chance to settle her past.

"Of course, ma'am," she replied with an earnest salute and a genuine, radiant smile. "Til then, the only thing on my mind is our case. I'm all yours; you have my word."

"Good," Kat murmured as she returned to her desk and the papers scattered atop it.

"Now get out of m'sight for an hour or two before I change m'mind, and there better be a bottle in one hand when ya' return."

[ @kat-hawke​ ]

[80s-roger]

invisible man - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

summary: Roger is your neighbour and he’s been stalking you since the day you moved in opposite him. You caught him tonight and it’s going to be hella hot.

warnings: make out, protected sex, squirt

words:  2.265

masterlist

"Won't you come with us to the new pub downtown?" Brian asked when the recording session was done for today.

"No, I am tired..." Roger declined politely. Too rare for him.

"Tired or..." Freddie teased as he was wearing his leather jacket.

"You know Roger, it's totally fine if there's a girl!" John smiler.

"Kind of, we'll see." Roger nodded and left the studio when the rest members went to the new pub.

Roger has been your stalker since the day you moved in the neighbourhood he lives. You've noticed none of what he's doing. You actually know a rock star lives nearby your home but never made the effort to get to know him. He stays at his window all night watching you either sleep or undress which is his favourite one. All thanks to the telescope Brian got him for his 34th birthday. Tonight you caught him watching you over his telescope.

You just got home after a long ass work shift. Your male boss disrespects you and that shit drives your crazy. You overwork but you're underpaid just because you're a woman. You took off your working clothes, now you were watching yourself from the mirror before heading to the shower until a reflection from the mirror landing to the wall, distracting you. You felt something was wrong. As you turn your head to the window you notice a man watching you. And that man is the rock star. You knew that was his house. You felt embarrassed not knowing how many times he has done it before. You rapidly cover the window with the purple curtains and cover yourself with a dress you had behind the door so you could kick his ass by asking explanations. Roger was confused. He didn't know he caused the reflection neither you were coming to his place.

You aggressively knock his door. The second he opens the door, you take a moment to realise Roger Taylor from Queen was eventually the man who lives opposite you, yet he's the guy who was watching you. You both take a minute to process the situation.

"Oh you must be the new neighbour..." He awkwardly says when his hand was placed in his chest area under his blue suit.

"And you must be the neighbour who watches me with his telescope!" You were angry but also tired of your today's shift.

"N-no! I'm afraid you're mistaken!" He tried to save it but you didn't believe a word.

"Cut the bullshit, I saw you! Tell me how many times have you been doing it?" You asked and felt your blood boiling inside you.

"Just once!" He answered but you looked him in disbelief. "Or twice." his voice lowered. You crossed your arms, not believing a word. "Fine, since the day you moved into the neighbourhood." He finally admitted and your gaze was calmer than before. You were flattered a man like him watching you but it can be creepy too, right? But hey, you missed receiving some flirting. You were focused on your work all this time, you forgot about meeting new guys or even have some fun.

"At least you're honest now." You giggled. "Can I come in?" You politely asked.

"Y-yeah of course." He made way for you to get into his huge house. Makes sense for a rockstar. As you walked through his living room he looked kinda nervous. "Would you like a drink? I think it's finally time to know each other regardless of the circumstances." He awkwardly laughed but you laughed with his attitude. He was literally watching you all this time and now he acts like a child. You couldn't deny how handsome he was. His fluffy blond hair, his bright blue ocean eyes, his attitude. Dear God, you haven't felt complete as a woman for a long time. As you sat on his couch you were staring at the entire room like it was some kind of art. You could feel the heat coming from the radiators the minute you felt calmer, probably Roger turned them on to make you feel better in no time. Or he's trying to persuade you.

"Y/n, here's your drink." He offered the glass as he sat down next to you.

"Um, how do you know my name?" You curiously asked.

"I've been stalking you since the day you moved in. You think a name would be an obstacle to me?" he laughed as he took a sip from his whiskey. "I guess you know my name by now." He seriously said like he's a God you would worship.

"Yeah, of course, I do..." you nodded. "But when it comes to my name I don't know if I should creep out or be flattered." You laughed and followed his action.

"Be flattered because you're way too beautiful to be devastated. You've been a mess for a long time. Is there something wrong?" He asked looking worried but you felt shocked, knowing he's seen you this way. You should keep these curtains closed anyways. "You don't have to answer you know..." He added, making you feel comfortable.

"I'm actually really stressed." You started. "My boss keeps insulting me and I'm not even paid like my male colleagues are. This is unfair." You let out a breath, now your eyes getting blurry from the tears ready to fall. "It's been happening for two years, I can't stand inequality. I've had enough of being treated like I don't worth my position in that damn bank." You rested your head at the couch's back and cleared your eyes. You could feel Roger looking at you but he was unable to say a word.

"It's work that stresses you too much, huh?" He asked and put his glass on the table.

"I actually love my job... My boss treats me like shit." You eventually cried, thinking the reason he treats you this way.

"Why don't you talk to someone who's on a higher position than he's?" He asked. "Oh... y/n please don't cry..." His gentle fingertips took away your tears from your cheeks, feeling the desire among you. That was undoubtfully mutual.

"He's been assaulting me because I refused going out with him. Many were the times he insulted me in front of my colleagues saying nasty stuff." Υοu looked him in his eyes. You knew you liked Queen's drummer since the beginning but now it's different. You're opening your heart to him.

"Oh... Come here..." He pulled you closer. He pulled you in his arms, feeling what you missed the most. A man taking care of you. Let's be honest, you've been single for a lot of time and a hug is enough to knock you off of your feet. His eyes locked with yours. You've never felt this way before. His lips met yours and it was all so sudden you couldn't process the situation. His kiss was warm and everything you needed but it was over your limits.

"I'm sorry." You rapidly said, trying to get out of his warm hug. "I shouldn't have indulged myself this way." you pulled away and you could now see his eyes getting darker. You refused his affection and now you feel guilty too. Guilt took over and you stood up, attempting to leave his house. You never wanted to cry like a baby towards a man you just met. "I have to go..." you tried running but he stopped you. His hand grabbed yours and you looked him back to his eyes.

"Y/n please stay! Please... This is the first time I get to know you the way I want to. I know you want it too. Please." He was begging you for sex. He was begging for it for months but he couldn't meet you before. Now it's time to get to know him. You surely wanted to feel like a woman again. You haven't been laid for months and you want it now. And he wants it too.

"Do you really think I'm this type of woman?" you asked feeling easy.

"No definitely not. It's just- fuck. I want you, I desire you. Do I make any sense? You've been in my mind since the day you moved in opposite me, I'm not joking." His hands wrapped yours and his eyes wouldn't stop looking inside yours.

"I think you make sense..." you answered. You wanted to be laid, you needed it.

"I mean... Can I?" He asked for your permission to go on. You didn't talk. You were just looking at him.

"I haven't had it for a long of time so don't judge, okay?" You insecurely said.

"Same y/n." He came closer to you and his hands wrapped your waist, pulling you even closer to him and his bulge.

His lips met yours again, feeling the warm sense at your mouth and your body. Now you keep away your issues and the rules you've made to yourself. No one night stands. You didn't care now, it was all about feeling the pleasure and the desire. "Shall we go to my bedroom?" He asked, interrupting the steamy kiss. You nodded without saying a word. That kiss awakened your sexual desires.

You climbed on him, with your legs around his waist and your lips at his neck, giving him sweet and wet kisses. He could do that at the moment but he was too focused on the stairs.

His bedroom was huge and there was the telescope facing your bedroom's window. He gently threw you on his king-sized bed and it was hella soft and comfortable. He immediately removed his suit, staying chest-naked in front of you and now you had to do it too with your easy-to-be-taken-off dress in which you were braless. You spread your legs so now he could have access to your bodies colliding.

"You're so beautiful y/n..." He whispered to your ear, sending you shivers. You haven't heard that for such a long time. You knew by then how wet you are.

"Can't say the opposite." You slightly laughed to his ear and now his hands were below the dress, around your hips, squeezing them gently and carefully. "Oh, please undress me..." you laid your head back anticipating the second you would be naked.

"You're so ready for me..." He answered and with one fast move, he legitimately removed your dress, now only on your wet panties. "Not even a bra? So naughty from you." He bit his lip and placed his head at your chest, giving you kisses that would tickle you, but it didn't matter as long as sex was about to happen.

"Ah fuck..." You moaned when his hand went under your panties, rubbing your clit and now you were so horny, you would die from anticipation.

"Fuck, you're already wet. That was fast..." He smirked without interrupting your lips contact.

He took off his jeans, now his underwear was the remaining fabric that covered his boner. At the sight of himself jerking off and being prepared you took off your panties, rubbing with round circles your pussy, waiting for him to fuck you. "You better hurry, I'm so needy for it." You said and laid yourself at the back, now your head's rested on his pillows.

"So am I love..." He climbed on top of you, wore his condom and ready to thrust inside you. "Just tell me. How long? You better remember this night." He said with confidence.

"Must be half a year, I don't remember." You felt sad thinking about how undesirable you could be at that time.

"Oh love, you better enjoy it now. Do you have a safe word?" He asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's just stop." You said as you don't have any safe words. Stop means stop, right?

"I like that." He bit his lip and gave you a deep kiss before entering your vagina.

His dick was inside you, filling you up entirely. It felt really good. It was that thing you missed. His soft moanings against your ears and his hips moving harmonically against you was everything you wanted. His eyes wouldn't stop tracking your emotions through your eyes.

"You're so good around me. Fuck..." He moaned.

"It feels so nice Rog..." You answered as the feeling of coming was near.

"You should have been doing it already..." You said with heavy breaths.

"You have no idea how long I waited for this." He smoothly said when he thrust a bit harder inside you and then you let out a softly louder moan. "Want it faster?" He asked before going that tempo.

He raised his eyebrow as you told him that. Confidence took over and now it's hell. It was faster and definitely better, both of you on the edge of coming. "Rog, I-i'm gonna c-"

"Hold it together baby, just a few seconds..." He interrupted you but now you have to hold it a little more.

"Rog seriously I can't!" You were feeling your legs shaking and now he felt it too as waves of pleasure, hit him like a truck. He was rubbing your clit, now it gets crazier. It's coming.

"Ah holy shit." He loudly moaned when he took himself off you and so did you. And right there, water-like liquids popped out of your pussy and Roger looked at you shocked. "Holy hell, that was hot." He said at the sight of you squirting.

"Yeah I usually do that." you laughed and now he went to his bathroom cleaning himself from the mess.

"We should have sex more often then. We should even start going out. Ain't leaving you now when our sex life is gonna be lit." You heard him laughing and you couldn't help but agree.

[discoveringmiraculousartist]

Hi anon! I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer is that I haven't had much time, also...

I'm not sure I said anything about Lila so I don't know where the ask came from, I generally don't say my opinion about the characters and the ships in this blog so I can't imagine when I said something that made you send me this ask djkfgnfk And for the same reason of not sharing my opinions over here, I'm still not convinced to answer you hehe But more than that... Ch*rch? How do you know I'm C*ristian? Or did you just assume it? sorry, I was a little... impressed. I've heard that Thomas is not religious and that he says the show on that is neutral, so I'm going to put religion aside in my response hehe

That being said...

Lila is not just a brat, she's a bad person. Yes, it's true that she's 14 so I don't hold her responsible in the same way as other older characters on the show who are also bad people. But Lila has done some very serious things that can't just be "ignored" and there's no way to justify them even for how shameful her past might be.

As far as I can remember, only in Oni-chan they reveal a more fragile side of Lila: a busy and somewhat absent mother who could give rise to a whole history of difficult family life, and, moreover, her father has shown no sign of existence. If the show or a fan decides to develop this further to give us some insight into why Lila is the way she is, I have no doubt that we will be able to empathize with her.

But a difficult past would only give us insight into aspects of her character, make her more human, but under no circumstances would that be an excuse for her actions. Especially because in the same show we have a character like Adrien, he has her same age and he has a canon background that is very hard: her mom disappeared and her dad is a monster who only shows him coldness (along with everything else from his personal life that we all know). Just here he already has a big difference with how little we know about Lila's background because in Hero's Day shows her mom being very warm with her.  Also, despite all his terrible background, he is nothing less than a ray of sunshine and one of the heroes of the story. 

Another character with a complicated background is Chloe. With her, the show has shown that even though her family life can make us feel a lot of empathy for her and makes us understand why she behaves like that, as long as she doesn't regret it and take responsibility for her actions, she won't have a miraculous. Nothing justifies her actions in spite of all the empathy we may feel for her. That empathy makes us want her to redeem herself and grow. I personally really hope that they redeem her, but I know that her redemption cannot be just a: "I am bad" *poof* "I am good". The redemption starts once you understand what you have been doing is wrong, a realization that takes a lot of time. And from that realization, you take responsibility and work hard for improving that part of yourself... A process that has many ups and downs, it's not just lineal. 

Lila is 14 yo! of course I believe she can be redeemed! but I’d perfectly understand if the show doesn't give her a redemption arc (what I think it's more likely to happen). Anyway, I think it would be great if a fan develops from those 5 seconds of canon a difficult personal history for Lila or invents something completely new. Personally, I am not very interested in developing it and this is the kind of thing I will only explore if it's canon, maaaaaaybe if I had the time I would but I don't even have it TwT

Also, with redemption, I don't just mean that she ends being friends with everyone like nothing happened. No matter how much empathy you feel for someone and how much you can forgive them, that doesn't mean you forget everything that happened. To feel empathy is not to justify, to forgive is not to forget. Forgiveness is a good thing, you are free of the resentment and revenge wishes that can be so bad for you, as Don Ramón says haha (you probably don't know him but anyway xD): "la venganza nunca es buena, mata el alma y la envenena"//"revenge is never good, it kills the soul and poisons it". But forgiving is not the same as being stupid, you can forgive the liar but believing them again immediately after is just stupidity despite the all goodwill that goes with it. 

The relationship you'll have from that moment on with the person you forgave will depend on the circumstances and the actions you forgave, ignoring them could be bad for you bc that person could harm you again, and it could even worse for the person bc maybe they would never learn their actions have consequences in other people too. If you are willing to continue to have a relationship with that person(again this depends on the circumstances), rebuilding the broken bond takes time, and it takes much longer if there was never a true bond but only one founded on lies (like between Lila and the Miracu-class).

If at some point in the show they explain through a difficult past her present attitudes, and they transform it into a redemption arc (which I doubt), and even if  Marinette and the rest forgive her, that forgiveness doesn't have to be just a "let's start over and be BFFs". I want it to be seen that nothing justifies your bad actions, that you must take responsibility for them and that, as much as someone can forgive you, it doesn't mean that nothing happened. That other person has already given you all that they can give you with their forgiveness and they don't have to stay with you for any reason, and that doesn't make them bad. If they leave maybe they don't who knows, I believe it's a great instance for you to learn your lesson bc it would be one of the consequences of your past actions that you have to take responsibility in order to really grow into a better person. 

[witnessthesky]

The Manifestation Manifesto, an incomplete work-in-progress

How many posts or blinks of the eye can transmute the foretold "trying times" into something more relatable from the past? Nostalgia, or “That thing that I remember” seems to be all anyone cares about, especially now, when we are as far from what we remember as we’ve ever been.

Talk of a "new normal" even sloppily evokes a re-imagination of what was once had, rather than facing the spectacle with a completely fresh field-of-view, understanding that as our cells change our physical selves into actual, entirely new beings, only our minds bring the context of our history, trauma, persona, into reflection regarding the present.

The body works on its own volition, and has the potential to be reborn a completely new being, time and time again. Yes, I said it! Metaphysical mumbo-jumbo! But this jumbo is for real, dawg. Let's be selfish. It's Leo season.

When we are told to "plant seeds," on a New Moon, it is done with the intention of some form of manifestation. Here we are looking to bare new fruits into our lives.

There are many caveats, however, that get in the way of our full psychological understanding of what it means to create, and cultivate, and I am certainly no stranger to these hiccups.

One of the first red flags is simply the desire to want or need something that is not already had. There is no difference between a want or a need, in these circumstances. But, isn't that the whole point of hashtag-manifestation? To bring something new into our lives? Isn't everyday something new into your life? Isn't every breath something new into your life?

Let's say, on an inhale, an intention is set. Let's say that intention is to breathe, to inhale. The exhale releases that intention--or are you now intending to exhale? When an action is thought, and it is done, it is then concluded. To thrive without getting wrapped in the mundane wants and needs, it is to completely release the thought entirely.

That is not to say the wants won't arrive, because, of course they will. But, they will then have the freedom to be treated with the same space as if they were never there in the first place. Dare I say, even appreciated more. Relished, in fact. Breathing is automatic.

At this point the practice becomes recognizing that you do indeed have all you need, want, etc. Perhaps what you think would make you happier is a ruse to sell consumers more products. Perhaps happiness is one thousand times more relative than you have ever been raised to believe. Just a thought.

With every one of these mind-breaking revelations, there will likely be an impulse to deny, discredit, or push away the new awareness. In fact, it is almost guaranteed. One of the mind's biggest roles is to formulate a sense of self, and understanding with the way of the world, and then latch onto it, and make it real. News flash: that world is crumbling, and minds will either go extinct or evolve.

The mind is also excellent at creating loops to trap the new mindset into fresh versions of past cycles. This is another red flag, and something that has infected the "yoga movement" and "new age millennials" of the past decade. The person becomes trapped in a shroud of high-minded righteousness, unaware that they are in a cycle just as any other, it is simply dressed in more refined, intellectual, and spiritual clothing. While it does help to have a singular focus, which the depth of these practices and teachers do offer, the outer layer which skims and trensd does nothing more than to make one feel like they're living a little better than the average other.

There is ultimately no difference between a monk meditating on a hill for thousands of years and a gritty stevedore drinking on the docks every night. We all carry the intent and expression of every man, woman, and child on this planet. The moment we begin to see ourselves as different, or of a higher spiritual or moral ground is when we begin to lose our humanity.

That doesn't mean that action shouldn't be taken--because it should. Perhaps, action void of emotion. Justice should be served when necessary, but only because it is necessary, not because we are overwhelmed with psychosis. And the world that we live in feeds us psychosis on a daily basis. The nightly news may as well be a mutant with supernatural powers that infects our brain with frustration, confusion, and utterly one-sided belief systems (on both sides), painting others as glorified demons.

And our minds are weak. We don’t want to admit it, but they are. We become addicted to the nonsense because we have to belief that somewhere, someone believes in the good of all things. I guarantee you someone does, but there are few on television. This weakness fills in the blanks with our own narrative, hoping that the other stories you've heard aren't true--deep down, you know they are.

And so we forget about those stories, because there's no time for that nonsense, and we continue to blindly follow narratives as if they were imaginary books written two thousand years ago with the proven intent to politically unify the world under one imaginary being, so that only a small group of non-imaginary people might benefit.

Obviously, all of this is subject to re-investigation, as much as can be willed. That is the process. Your body urges to be dug up, disheveled, and placed back together, time and time again. Some of this rambling will be relatable, some not. Some of this will be downright offensive. Good. That isn't the point. The point is that you investigate yourself constantly to re-engage with your cells, and tap into the change that is naturally occurring within you. This is where the seeds are already being planted, unbeknownst to our minds. That seed is your sun, your joy, the very essence that connects you to every other human being on the planet, and every life-form, and the planet itself.

Wake up, and allow yourself to be different. Allow yourself to have a new mind, and let go of everything you ever thought you knew about yourself. Allow yourself to break your own heart, and mourn for your countless past selves. Utterly shed your entire skin--belief systems, religion, politics, work, relationships-that-were, relationships-that-are, anything on the horizon--rise from your bed a pure child, completely free, where everything is new.

Then, the manifestation can begin.

[malexfan10]

Malex thoughts

I was watching some old episodes of Dawson's Creek and it made me want to get some thoughts out. I watched a lot of TV shows growing up. For me, the couples I liked were either ones I casually rooted for or on the rare occasion, a couple took me by such surprise that I became extremely emotionally invested. Malex is the latter.

I've been a fan of Captain Swan (OUAT), Stydia (Teen Wolf), Kurt & Blaine (Glee), Buffy & Angel and lots more. The rare pairings I've been completely lost on, I can name on one hand. Pacey & Joey (my first OTP), Chandler & Monica and Malex. I'd say Destiel on Supernatural too but with them, everything is subtext. I don't think the writers will have the guts to go there, not even with the show ending.

With PJ, I love how they started as antagonists, became really great friends, and then fell in love. For me, PJ vs DJ was incomparable. DJ brought out the worst in each other (my opinion) while PJ showed each other what love was supposed to be. The only thing I hated about DC was the constant back & forth between the two pairings. It lasted until the final moment when you realized PJ was endgame (one of my fears for Malex). I hated that but I was a kid so it didn't bother me as much as it would now.

I loved Chandler & Monica because they started out as friends who fell in love, got married and had all the moments in between before adopting a set of twins. I loved their story because it showed their entire journey. True, the show was a comedy but their story didn't end in season 5 when they started dating. Their story just began.

It's hard understanding writers who feel that only the journey matters. Of course it does. The journey is important. It's what makes you root for a couple but the destination and what happens after is important too. It makes you continue rooting for them, seeing all that angst and pain amounting to something substantial in the end.

So as much as I loved PJ, the fact that they kept us guessing until the last 5 minutes before we realized who she chose was too much. The long, drawn out, multi-season, will they/won't they storytelling style is one I'll never be a fan of.

Which leads me to Malex.

They were two broken boys, both brought up under horrible circumstances, who found the missing piece of themselves in each other. When Alex gave Michael a warm and safe place to stay, it was probably the first act of true kindness Michael had ever experienced and it was made by a boy whose pain and suffering mirrored his own. How incredibly heartbreaking but beautiful is that? That initial bond, that "cosmic" connection stood the test of time. Separated for 10 years and it felt like no time had passed at all.

That first moment in the pilot episode outside his Airstream, you could feel the tension. I remember reading interpretations of that scene. People thought Malex were cold and angry with one another "probably over a girl". Are you kidding me? That tension could only be romantic. But that first kiss at the reunion was when I hopped on the Malex Forever train. One stop only. Endgame.

They set them up so amazingly in the first three episodes. The angst was there but you could also feel the deep love between them. They weren't shown as two guys who had a fling back in high school and then crossed paths again 10 years later, said what the hell and hooked up again. No, they were shown as soulmates. Their level of connection even scared and confused them but they both knew it existed. Their love was pure and true and rare.

With all their history and with so many odds already stacked against them, the writers deciding to throw in a triangle just because they could and doing it in such a rushed and messy way really made me scratch my head.

Carina said she loved the triangle on DC. I honestly think she was the only one. That show was incredibly divided, DJ vs PJ. But as much as I hated the constant back and forth, I'll give the DC writers some credit. Joey's feelings for both were fully touched on. I saw her romantic feelings for Pacey more profound and her feelings for Dawson as true friendship (just my opinion), but both sides were shown in depth.

The problem with Roswell? Where did those feelings come from between M&M? They shared a moment when Maria cried and I took that as the start of a wonderful friendship. I was obviously wrong. They hooked up in the desert. OK I hated it but they were two single people and Maria didn't know about Alex so I accepted. All of a sudden, the feelings were real and Maria was conflicted because of how strong her feelings were. Michael chose to be with Maria because he needed something fresh and new and according to the wonderful Vlamis, someone he also had strong feelings for (still hate that last interview LOL).

I understand where Michael was coming from a little better, as much as I hate it and hate how he went about it by leaving Alex just waiting. He'd been through so much trauma and Max and Isobel kept telling him to stop looking to the past (which, really Max? If someone told you that about Liz, would you listen?? But he died so he gets a pass). But as far as Maria's feelings are concerned, I feel like I missed something.

Between episodes 9 and 10, did the M&M feelings bloom overnight from flirty banter to crush to "OMG this is love"? Was their moment in the desert that mind-blowing that the weirdness of episode 11 happened? I don't get it.

The one thing going against M&M is that Malex is overwhelmingly loved and has been embraced by fans and critics alike.

One critic said it best when they reviewed the finale (Vulture).

"I was intrigued by the possibility of Michael/Maria at first, but the love triangle has been so rushed — with so little time spent on Maria’s developing feelings for Michael — that it’s ended up just making her look terrible. We know from Maria’s conversation with Liz that she hasn’t even spoken to Alex about the situation because she feels too guilty, and so having her accept Michael with open arms is such an odd note. Sure, she doesn’t know Alex is waiting for Michael right at the same moment, but she does know that he’s been in love with Michael for a decade."

And therein lies the problem. A lifelong friendship ruined over a guy (unless Carina makes Alex give his blessing next season which would really make me scream) to push forward a pairing that had little development and makes Maria look bad. One side of the triangle is Michael's soulmate and the other side is the friend with sudden feelings. Not the best character development which is sad because we know how awesome Maria can be and as mad as I am with her, her character that I enjoyed until episode 10 and the actress deserve better. But instead of being original, the writers chose the path always taken. They chose to use her as the odd end of a triangle where, unless they want everyone to hate the show, she will likely be the one forced out so Malex can eventually reunite and for what? Drama?

Season 1 started out really strong and it still had a lot of strong moments in the latter episodes (end scene of episode 9 between Malex, Liz & Jenna being kickass in episode 11, all of episode 12 - my fave of the season, Kyle's confrontation with Jesse etc).

But honestly, I feel like the inclusion of this triangle (amongst other reveals like Noah as the 4th alien) somewhat brought the story down. The writing for M&M felt OOC and was messily done.

Only in recent years have LGBT pairings started becoming more mainstream, given better development and importance in the overall story. With Malex, they have the potential of making Michael and Alex one of the greatest love stories on TV. As much as I love the show, I'm not saying Roswell is on the same level as Breaking Bad or The Sopranos etc. But from all the pairings on the show, Malex is the most profound and has the potential to go down as one of the best on TV. To overcome everything they've been through and still choose each other and their love would be the ultimate happy ending because unlike most male/female pairings that go through mostly regular angst, being two males in a small town, Malex have a whole other level of obstacles to face. That doesn't even include their personal history, the fact that Michael is an alien or that Alex's father is the cause of so much pain between them. Or the fact that Alex is a disabled war veteran. I mean, there is so much amazing points to their story. They are the OTP of OTPs.

But so far, it feels like the triangle is the only major roadblock the writers want to concentrate on and that's the biggest mistake of all.

Season 2 hasn't aired yet. We don't know how little (🤞) or how long (😢) M&M will last. We'll just have to wait and see how it goes and hope that Twitter Carina is not the same as Season 2 showrunner Carina.

But for me, Malex will always be each other's endgame. That's what I saw in the first 3 episodes. That's what I saw in the flashbacks. That's what I saw in Caulfield. Try and convince me differently, show. You'll fail.

❤

[bnha-hcs]

scenario for the fantasy AU in which Kacchan happens to catch feelings for a girl he encountered a while back ( kiri forced him to take her with them) and she herself reciprocates his feelings. Yet they're both really Tsu-Tsun and won't admit it since they're always arguing. Kiri is tired of it btw. So one day while they're arguing, he "accidently" pushes Katsuki into the girl, telling them to confess? Whooo really long. *sweatdrop*

kiri is me tbh

It was fucking HOT™,and you were stuck trying to weakly fan yourself from under the shade of a pretty sad looking tree. It was so hot that not even the birds were singing. Only the dead silence of the heat was in the air and you were tempted to hire a bard to follow you around just to break the monotony. Of course you were only tempted and would never be able to put up with that shit. You sighed loudly and out of irritation, the heat waves in the distance making you sleepy eyed. Looking over to your companions you could clearly see that they were in the same sorry state that you were. Kirishima was face first on the ground and trying to hide himself in the small shade of a bush. It wasn’t really working. And Bakugou… You knew looking at him would be your first mistake.

You looked over at him anyways and your gaze was caught looking at his bare chest. He was drinking sloppily from a gourd of water, the water falling and trailing down the front of his neck, going to leak over his exposed self. You watched a few droplets slide down his chest and then wet the hem of his pants and you wished you could see where the rest of the water would go. But you had to quickly yank yourself out of your wandering thoughts. Gods… You were in this deep weren’t you? He hadn’t noticed you staring yet and wet the palm of his hand before pushing it onto his forehead and then into his hair, trying to cool himself off more than his sweat could. His face was flush from the heat and with the new water dripping from his form he was practically making your heart want to explode.

Ugh.

With a quick movement you went to slap both of your cheeks with your hands and squeeze your eyes shut. Stop looking at him you idiot! There was no way you could show him that you liked him and he made no move to treat you any differently after he smashed his lips onto yours over a fortnight ago when he was heavily drunk. You chalked this up to him obviously not remembering his drunk adventures, especially after the three of you got paid due to another successful bounty hunt.

Right now you were waiting for a tip to get here of a certain rich thief lord the three of you had been after since forever. You had tried locating him about a million times before and now the three of you were finally on his trail again. As soon as you heard the sound of your messenger hawk you scrambled to your feet and held your protected arm out to it. It landed and you fished a few hardy slices of meat out for it to tear into while you unclipped the message from your lead. Within a few moments you felt someone at your side and attempted to ignore the breath fanning down your neck.

“So what the fuck does it say.” Bakugou huffed from next to you.

“I’m still reading.” You mumbled, scanning your eyes on the crinkled parchment.

“Then hurry up.” He barked.

“Shut up!” You hissed making your hawk get a little restless.

As soon as you got to the last part of the message you groaned before shoving in towards Bakugou who was being pestered by Kirishima. They both read over the message, and after a while, understood why you had groaned. The three of you never drew straws for who got the crap chute of the job because Bakugou and Kirishima were obviously the muscle of the three of you.This left you to get the craps and this next one was one hell of a doozy.

Your target was someone of a very high taste in aesthetic, so he often kept a number of dancers to perform for him on the go. Your job was to disguise yourself as one of said dancers and be the one to help the other two get in. Uncomfortable was not the word to completely describe how you felt about dressing in these clothes but… You weren’t about to fuck up a bounty the three of you had been after for the past two years. After let your hawk roam free into the skies you retreated back to your shared tent to grab your coin purse so you could head into town and purchase the appropriate dancer garb. When you went to head out you gave both of them a mean case of side eye.

“I’ll be back.”

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It was nighttime, and the huge gathering at the banquet hall was in full swing. Bakugou and Kirishima were waiting for you on the roof as you got everything ready. It took a while to get yourself to look the way you did but you were a little proud of yourself for being able to pull off the look. You were still self conscious about it though, and as you came up you refused to make eye contact with either of them.

“Not a word.” You warned before throwing Bakugou a guard outfit.

You bashfully turned away as he started to change and heard Kirishima whistle appreciatively at you. You shot him a look before turning away and trying to cover yourself up a bit. The amount of gold bells, bracelets, and other such gold trinkets that were on your form glistened in the moonlight and the transparent, shimmery cloth that covered your arms and legs were draped deliciously over your form to show off a lot of skin. The converings that were solid and actually covered your more… private parts, were very small and you had what would be considered as a side skirt to cover the knife strapped to your thigh. Your face was veiled from the nose down so people could see your eyes clearly. You hated it with a burning passion.

Speaking of, when Bakugou called to you so the two of you could enter the gathering, you saw that same sort of burning passion that you saw a fortnight ago. It sent absolute shivers down your spine and you were so glad the transparent cloth on your face didn’t show your reddened cheeks.

The second you entered into the back room you gave him instructions to come in a bit afterwards as to not attract attention. It wouldn’t do well to have a guard and dancer enter at the same time. It would have everyone thinking just a little too hard. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering touch of his as you pulled away from him though. So you entered and went back into the harem of dancers quickly, all of them laying and sitting lavishly while only a few of them danced. One of the things you were glad you forced yourself to learn a while back for this job was to dance, so as to not attract attention, you went to the middle where a few girl dancers were. They smiled at you and let you join in on a classic dance, the music starting back up.

It wasn’t much long after you had started dancing did Bakugou enter in, looking like every other grunt that was here. Kirishima was on the roof for backup just in case you needed the strength of a dragon. Thankfully none of the guards seemed to be brandishing wyrmslayer swords like last time. You made eye contact with Bakugou and he gave you a little nod as a signal, so you started to dance towards the thief leader. You spun gracefully and started to distract him with the long fluid movements of your body, the long cloth strapped to both of your wrists gliding in the air. As soon as you saw Bakugou close enough, you went to sneak in you knife from under the side skirt. You took your opportunity in stride as the thief went to grab you and tug you towards him, his breath reeking of alcohol. You smiled sweetly at him and went to brush your hand against the side of his face before you plunged the knife into his neck and twisted it.

Bakugou was at your side in an instant as the plethora of screams from the thief’s harem rang out. You’re being pushed out by him as fast as possible, a few cries of protest coming from you as you’re pushed into the back room and out into the cool night. The two of you scrambled to the roof and to the waiting Kirishima who was looking very unamused as the two of you had gotten onto the rooftop arguing.

“Oh so you’re going to argue with me about how I should distract? Right now, really?!” You yelled shoving the bloodied knife back into your thigh pocket.

“You fucking dragged it out too long you dumbass! You could’ve blown your cover and then I’d have to come save your ass!” He yelled back.

“Uh, who’s the one who can actually have more than two seconds of patience to even disguise themselves?!” You shot back. “Oh wait, that would be me!”

“I should’ve just killed him as soon as I came in. Then I wouldn’t have had to watch you dance for that scumbag!!”

“Oh so are you suddenly jealous now? Sorry I didn’t have time to dance over and give you a lapdance first!” You turned away and huffed. “Gods, I can’t believe you’re arguing with me over this!”

“I wouldn’t have to argue with you if you had just done it how I wanted in the first place!” He growled grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. He glared at you with those piercing red eyes of his.

Bakugou opened his mouth the yell  even more when he suddenly felt himself be shoved forward and his lips collided with yours for a heated second. It didn't take long for the two of you two separate almost immediately.

“For the love of gods will you two just confess already?” Kirishima sighed irritably. “I’m tired of this, Bakugou just tell her!”

“Eh??” You almost shrieked. “Tell me what?!”

You looked helplessly between the seething Bakugou and then to the exasperated Kirishima who was turning to leave. You were about to call out to the redhead when you felt strong, calloused hands grab your shoulders and then lips press against yours. It took you a good moment before you were able to try and kiss back, your hands flying up and holding the sides of his face gently. It was firm, and a little similar to the last kiss you shared from such a long time ago and under very different circumstances. And after you had returned the kiss, Bakugou decided to tilt his head a little more and deepened it just a bit more. That was more than enough to send you to cloud nine and get your head feeling fuzzy. You swore he was trying to kill you.

The two of you parted and it was only a second of breathing room before he’s dragging you off somewhere secluded and you’re sputtering out curses and other jumbled phrases. You’re shut into a dimly lit room and are quickly being pressed against the wall, one of Bakugou’s hands going to grip your thigh.

“There’s something I want to do before you change out of that outfit.” He said hungrily. You swallowed hard.

“O-Oh.” You managed to squeak out.

And suddenly the heat from earlier today was nothing compared to the heat between your legs.