#if were ofc taking the god's favourite thing and running with it all of it would be pretty crayyyzayyyyy

[lichtbrenger]

saturday moment of incoherence: the thought of lucifer being gods favourite even though god created lucifer knowing what would happen to him knowing that lucifer was created by Him in part to take on suffering and then letting him suffer out of His reach for millenia because thats the way it has to be and He STILL adores him.... like god made lucifer to hurt in unimaginable ways and thus to hurt Himself bcs he had to hurt lucifer like thats crazzzzzyyyyyyyy...... like what would hurt god more than seeing his favourite creation (made for suffering) suffer and curse Him for it. he knew all of it from the start and still loved him most. guys. i do feel sick

[avaredava]

Riding whatever jjk man you want in the car? Honestly, the meaner the better.

Oh God I'm drooling already 🤤

Kisses ❤️

Okiee btw i LOVE all your ideas ❤ (please marry me 😁)

MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Riding jjk men in the car 👄😆(◕દ◕)

⯌Warnings

Fem!reader, dom boys, customized sex toys, money spending (ofc), Satoru sitting beside you and suguru while ya'll fuck but for like a second, edging, clit stim, teasing, degradation, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation, semi-public sex, Degradation, Name-calling, kinda forced crawling, Power Imbalance, Spanking (A shit ton of ass spanking in Suguru's), Cockwarming, begging, Praise Kink, breeding kink, Possessiveness

⯌ The men

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

A\N:

Lowkey made Toji a biker man and fucked you on his bike. i honestly don't think he'd own or afford a car. Its hot anyway 😍

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Satoru Gojo /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

He'd always spoil his favourite girl. Buttt- he does always spoil himself too. I mean he is rich, so why not. So he has a nice car. Black Ferrari with blue accents. Leather seats.

Black tint.

There are a few reasons why it's fully black and you can't see through it. One being just in case there's a need to change clothes (happened before), number two, cops- he doesn't like to talk about why.

Three.

Making his pretty girl feel special, to fog up the windows, to make jaw dropping pleasure and shaky, loud breaths. And fuck you raw while your tied up or blindfolded with his blindfold of course.

That is his favourite part of having tint.

You were obviously shopping (with his black card), and he made Ijichi drive you both around today. So he could... have some fun. He made sure to get the limo not his lambo so it has the screen to separate the back to the drivers seat.

And a sound barrier.

He needs his perfect pretty girl to scream and cry.

In a good way of course.

He pulled up to the front doors of the wall and you came running out with bags and a ring with his initials, to make everyone know your his.

You have a big smile on your face and he grins coming out of the limo and takes your bags and holds you in his arms and kisses all over your face.

He brings you into the car and closes the screen. Making sure Igichi would not see his girl or more hear his girl. Your moans are made by him and owned by him.

With his money he got a special toy for you. As Igichi drives you're sitting on his lap as he's bouncing his knee bouncing you a bit.

This sex toy was a very small measured (he sent you clit measurements for the place) suction for the clit. It also vibrates and has a small nub thing that rubs on the inside. So it's super stimulating.

He got a key with a box. Is to put the remote in the box pull up your panties with the toy on and lock it in the box and throw the key and make you crawl in the moving car for it.

He starts his plan.

Instead of foreplay... he decided different.

"Strip."

You turn around on his lap with your jaw gaped open. "Toru-"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

You slowly take off your clothes, you know there is no way of getting out of this. You never have. You're left in your panties and bra. He unclasped your bra and you let out a whimper when he puts your nipple in his mouth.

His warm mouth warmed your tit making some feeling that only he can make you feel, no other man made you feel like this so sexy, so pleased. He moaned into tit as you bat your long lashes at him staring at him like he's the most beautiful man ever (he is). It just made his cock throb.

He slides off your panties sucking on your neck as he rubs your folds. He lightly brushes by your clit discreetly putting the toy on your clit. He quickly turned the toy on and you gasped as he threw the remote in the small box and locked it and threw the key across the car.

"Satoru!" You cry out. "What the f-" You got cut off as the vibrations knocked up a notch and he grinned. You crawl on the floor looking for the key as he slides your panties up so it's harder for you to take it off.

"Toru! Please get the remote." You beg as you shake on the floor as it suctions, vibrates and rubs. "Find the key pretty." He bluntly says. You are absolutely shocked. "Satoru, what the hell!?" You try to keep being mad but it feels so good.

You crawl on the floor like a little slut, his little slut, and he grins pouring himself a glass a wine with a smile. He sat all there distinguished in a tie and suit while your crawling on the floor mascara running down you face and in pretty pink panties.

He chuckles and continues sipping his whine. He leaned over and smacked your ass to make you whine out because that's favourite sound and it's fucking music to his ears.

You find the key and crawl back on the seats and shakily unlock the box taking out the remote. Before you clicked the off button Satoru took it back.

"Make me cum and then I'll turn it off..."

"Satoru! Please..." You whine, begging for this overstimulation to stop. "You have a safe word pretty girl. If you want me to stop that bad, I would, you know that."

He grabs your hands and sits you on his lap pulling your panties back down. He pulls out his cock and pumps it a few times before he slowly sinks you on it.

He throws his head back sexily, showing his long slender neck. God that just made you tighten around him. You slowly start to move up and down on his cock.

God the way he smiled it just made you bounce faster.

"Faster."

He slapped your ass again making you ride him faster. He cums inside, you're quite thankful for your birth control or you would be extremely pregnant right now especially the fact that Gojo hates condoms.

He stops the vibrations after you squeeze around him and cum. His dick is sensitive so he pulls you off of him and kisses your sweaty forehead.

He helps you get dressed and kisses your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me..."

Suguru Geto ♡(> ਊ <)♡

One thing Suguru does not give a shit about is where he fucks you. He would of course not do it somewhere you don't want but to him? He doesn't care.

So that's how you ended up taking his cock in the passenger seat while his best friend Satoru is watching you both driving.

"Damn calm down Suguru your gonna break her-"

"Keep your eyes on the fucking road and don't speak or look at her she's mine dumbass." Suguru groaned as he bounced you more on his cock.

Satoru chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road. "I ain't watching this shit anymore." He gets out of the car and walks down the road.

Suguru doesn't care where he's going he's too focused on how good your pussy's sucking him up and taking him.

"F-Fucker." You hollered as his tip bruised your cervix. Wrapping around him like a vice. "You're so tight- shit."

He refuses to be fully dominated so he shakily runs a hand down down your body and he rubs quick circles on your clit.

You move quicker chasing your orgasm before he takes his hand away leaving the burning feeling in your stomach as he stops you from moving too.

"P-Please don't stop, Sugu, it hurts!" Tears pricked at your eyes as he slapped your ass as he continued to cockwarm him.

His tip was pushing against your g-spot so that didn't make it any better. It was so hot and sweaty and cramped in there all you wanted to do was cling to him.

He kissed your forehead and you moaned from his touch alone. God this man was breath taking.

"Beg."

Your eyes widen as that one word escapes his mouth. "W-What?" You stutter out still sensitive from everything. "Did I fucking stutter?" He looks you dead in the eyes with a cold serious stare. But that mean grin just got you wetter.

At this point you had to beg.

"Please Sat- I mean Sugu." You accidentally almost said Satoru. You're too cock drunk to know the difference. His eyes filled up with something you've never seen in him.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your face closer to him. "Your gonna fucking take something before you get my cock. But you're gonna sit here on my cock with no movement. Such a bad girl."

He turned you around on him with his cock still inside so your ass is facing him. You grab on to the dashboard as you feel his hot breath on your neck.

You know you're in trouble.

He lands a hand to your ass causing a pleasurable sting. He keeps hitting till your ass was cherry red. Tears roll down your face from the pain but then again it's Suguru so you don't have much say.

He starts to feel a little bad and rubs your ass, gently kissing your neck. He turns you back around and kisses your lips. He starts to bounce you on his cock.

The pleasureful burn in your stomach reappears. You let out a small moan at his thick cock hitting spots that only he can reach. Instead of stopping he continues.

He rubs your clit extremely fast once more making you bounce harder and at this point your moans turned into screams.

You finally cum in unison with him. His cum warming your walls as your squirt drips down on his cock.

He pulls you off of him as you sit on his lap wincing at the burn on your ass.

You instantly fall asleep.

He dresses you and holds you on his lap holding you close kissing your forehead.

He looked up and saw Satoru in the bushes with his cock in his hand grinning at him when they made eye contact.

"For fucks sake-"

Toji Fushiguro ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

It was late at night, the air was crisp and cold. You're walking around a parking garage trying to find your boyfriend- Toji.

You quickly found him standing by his motorcycle with one of compression shirts and his grey sweats.

He gives you a tight hug. "Hey pretty." He says in his deep enveloping voice that send shivers down your spine.

His musky scent makes all your senses water. God this man was fucking perfect. All though to him he's nothing. He swears you're the most gorgeous, perfect thing in the universe.

But you always remind him that he's perfect too. Reminding him of that, maybe being cuddles, compliments, or something like that. But his personal favourite is your special compliments to his dick.

God that makes his ego spike over the roof.

"I need some support baby, I'm not feeling 100%..." He said in a sappy tone. You were about to get sappy for him but then...

It hit you. He never would get all corny like this unless it was for sex. But you decide to humour him anyway.

"Oh no baby? What's wrong?" You say in an obvious sarcastic tone. "Something wrong down here?" You pat his crotch and he jolts with that handsome smirk of his.

He holds you close. "Maybe I do." He says in that tone of his that makes your thighs clench and your panties wet, no soaked.

He flipped up your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side making you bend over on his bike.

"Toji we are in fucking public!" You hissed at him quietly. There weren't many people around but still there might be cameras or people since it's a fucking parking garage.

He took out his cock and slapped his cock against your folds and swiped it making sure it's soaked with your juices. Making sure it's lubed enough because he is quite big and he would never want to hurt his pretty girl.

He slowly pushed it making you grab on to his bike and squeeze your eyes shut at the immaculate stretch.

"Y-Your so big..." Fat tears rolled down your face as he began snapping his hips, his tip hitting your cervix and his thick veins massaging all your sweet spots.

You finish on him and he cums inside, massive fucking amounts of it.

He pulls out fingering the cum back inside before he sits on his bike. He pulls you on his lap and bounces you on his cock.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't make you come not once but twice."

There you were riding his cock, feeling so fucking good. You didn't care about being caught anymore, all you cared about was how good all of this felt.

His happy trail was scratching against your clit and it made you whine out and he grabbed the plush of your ass helping you move up and down faster.

You finally squirted with one of your squeals and your walls gripping his cock all so nicely he came too.

You were so stuffed with his cum it was dripping out.

He stood up and pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down and not scrunched around your hips.

"It's messy..." You whined into his ear with a pout and he kissed it because how cute it was.

"Good because you belong to me sweet girl, never forget that. And this is a good way to make sure you feel it too."

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Ya'll this was in my drafts i forgot to finish it sryyy but now it's done <3 😭

[kate-inthedarkness]

Could you do another angst with rob please? ❤️

Yeah! Ofc xxx

Hopefully you like it!!!

Every Breath You Take - Robert Keating

Robert Keating x fem!reader

Summary: Even though you and Robert are both in love with each other, there always seems to be something in the way of the two of you getting together. It’s only when it’s too late does Robert realise he has to say the words he’s always wanted to say…

Warnings: Angsty romance kinda stuff, mentions of sex but nothing graphic, best friends that are too stubborn to ever do anything about their feelings LOL.

It’s a late summer evening, the golden hour light spilling through the window of your favourite café. The air feels heavy, thick with the tension that’s always been between you and Robert—unspoken, and undeniable.

You haven’t seen him in months, not since the day he found out about your boyfriend, Luke, proposing to you. When Rob found out through a mutual friend, he didn’t say a word. He simply disappeared. Not physically, but emotionally—closing himself off like he always did when things felt too real. When the words lingered just beneath the surface, but neither of you could ever quite say them.

Luke had always been the safe choice. Steady, predictable. You loved him, of course. And you had the engagement ring to show for it.

The big diamond ring on your finger was a reminder of how you were supposed to move forward, building a life together. But there was always something about your best friend, Robert. Something that felt like a piece of you was always missing when he wasn’t around.

And yet, here you were. Alone in a café, waiting for him.

The bell above the door jingles, and you glance up. There he is—Robert Keating himself. He hasn’t changed much since you last saw him, but there’s a weight in his eyes today that wasn’t there before. A knowing, something raw.

He hasn’t said a word yet, but you can already feel the conversation coming. You know what he’s here to say, and somehow, you’re not ready to hear it.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the chair across from you.

“Hey.” You offer him a small smile, trying to mask the sudden knot in your stomach. You never could get rid of the way he made you feel. It was always this push and pull. You two had always been best friends, but there was something deeper that never had a chance to grow.

“You look…good,” he says, his gaze flickering to the engagement on your ring finger that glistened brightly when the sun hit it.

You swallow, trying to steady yourself. “Thanks, Rob.”

A long pause settles between you, and you can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air. This was the moment. The one you’d always known would come, but never expected to feel so real.

“You didn’t tell me,” Robert says, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it feels like thunder in your chest. “About Luke proposing. I found out through Sam for fuck sake. You’re my best friend, why would you do that?”

You bite your lip, looking away for a moment. The silence stretches on, suffocating. You had hoped he wouldn’t bring up this part. You thought maybe, just maybe, your past mistakes would stay buried.

“I…I didn’t know how,” you finally manage, though it feels like an excuse. “It all happened so fast. We’re happy, Rob. I’m happy.”

“I know you’re happy. And I’m happy for you, I really am,” he says, but there’s a faint bitterness in his voice that makes your stomach twist. “I just…I wish you would’ve told me. I mean, we’ve been through so much together. I thought I deserved to know.”

The words sting, more than you anticipated. It’s not like you didn’t want to tell him—it’s just that the moment never felt right. Maybe, deep down, you feared his reaction. Or maybe, you feared that he’d see right through you, see how much you’d been trying to bury what you truly felt for him after all this time.

“I swear to god I didn’t know how to bring it up, Rob,” you admit, feeling your heart race. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He leans back in his chair, his hand running through his hair in that familiar way that always used to drive you crazy. The way he always did when he was thinking, or more when he was overthinking.

“You’ve never hurt me, not in the way you think,” he mutters, voice almost too soft. “It’s just…watching you move on, knowing I’ve always been here, feeling like I’ve never had a chance to say what I should’ve said before. It’s been killing me, y’know?”

His words hit harder than anything you expected, and the realisation crashes over you; this isn’t just about the proposal. This is about everything—the past, the present, the what-could-have-beens.

“You should’ve said something sooner,” you say, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable than you meant it to be. “You and I…we always had this thing, Rob. You know that, right? What happened between us years ago, might’ve been just sex to you at the time, but it wasn’t just sex to me, I fell in love with you.”

When you two were teens, you were fully best friends with benefits. It just happened one night at a house party, and then it never stopped. The two of you thought it wouldn’t hurt to fool around, but in the end, the both of you were broken and never really the same.

“But then things got messy. I met Luke, and we stopped messing around, and our relationship changed. I didn’t know what to think when we started drifting. You were never around when I needed you. So because of that I never knew how to bring up my relationship with Luke, never mind our engagement! So I just…let it go.”

“I know,” he responds, his gaze steady now. “I’m sorry. I thought if I stayed away, it would be easier for you, for both of us. But I was wrong, I know that now.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of it all hanging between you. A thousand memories flood your mind—the late-night talks, the stolen kisses, the times we’re you’d sneak out to his car and go between talking and fucking for hours, the times you used to laugh together, not thinking about anything but each other.

And Luke…the guy who had always been safe, always steady, but never this. Never the intensity that you shared with Rob.

“I don’t know what to do with all this, Rob,” you say, a shaky exhale escaping your lips. “I love Luke, but…God, I’ve never been able to shake the way you me feel. I never could. But I also couldn’t wait around for you to get your shit together and be with me. I had to move on.”

Rob’s gaze softens, his hand reaching across the table, fingers brushing against yours. It’s a touch that feels so familiar, but at the same time, too much. Too raw. The air between you two seems to crackle with something unspoken, something both terrifying and beautiful.

“I know, love. I know. You don’t have to think about me, or Luke, or anything right now,” he says, his voice cracking a little bit with emotion. “I just…I had to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t keep pretending like I’m okay with just being your best friend. Not when I’m in love with you.”

You thought you physically felt your heart and soul leave your body. His words echo in your mind, but you’re too afraid to say the same thing back to him out loud.

The realisation hits you, sharp and painful. You had always known, or at least you think you knew. Deep down, you had always know what was between you, but fear, timing, and life had always kept you from facing it. Now, it’s all on the table, and you have to make a choice.

Or at least think about making a choice.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Rob. I can’t hurt you. It’d kill me,” you murmur, looking down at the table, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. “But I also don’t want to keep pretending this doesn’t matter.”

Rob exhales slowly, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. “I know. I never wanted to put you in that position. But I also don’t want to keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. We can’t go on like this, acting like it’s just friendship.”

You raise your eyes to meet his. His face is unreadable, a mix of vulnerability and resolve. But in his eyes, you see it—the same thing you’ve always seen; raw, unfiltered love. The kind of love that’s always been there, lurking beneath the surface.

You hesitate, heart racing, as you think about everything you’ve built with Luke. But the truth is, you’ve never been able to stop thinking about Rob. Not really. Not in the way you think about Luke, who feels like a safe and predictable future.

With Rob, it’s always been about the intensity, the passion, the unspoken connection that runs deeper than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t want to lose Luke, but…I don’t know if I can keep ignoring how I feel about you. I never could.”

A gentle smile tugs at Rob’s lips, but it’s bittersweet. “You don’t have to make any decisions now. We’ve got time. Just…don’t forget that I’ve always been here. And I always will be. Even if I’m not the one you choose, I’m still your best friend, and you’re still mine. That won’t ever change.”

The words linger in the air, hanging between you both like a promise. Whatever happens next, you know you can’t go back. You’re standing at a crossroads, but for the first time, you’re not afraid to face it.

As you said your goodbyes and when your separate ways, you slipped on your headphones to keep you company as you walked to the bus stop.

You pressed shuffle play on the playlist you and Rob made with each other a few years ago, in your teenage years.

The song “Every Breath You Take” by The Police started playing, and in that moment you knew what your decision was.

It was Rob.

It always was Rob.

[centrally-unplanned]

I have been taking my fit-and-starts second stab at playing Victoria 3 - I did a Japan run, and a Korea run, and this is a very frustrating game. It bothers me because its deep core is probably the best of Vicky so far. It understands that the appeal of these game is Factorio-esque; you want to build up this cool little supply chain that goes chug chug chug I make-a the widgets and numbers go up.

Vicky 1 was ofc just pure cheese; most goods could just be dumped on the global market with no buyer and do fine, certain goods were just hard-coded to be profitable, and insane things like 100% of import costs coming out of the government's budget pushed you towards a kind of samey, slapdash hyper-industrial mercantilism. Vicky 2 was the opposite - so opaque in its function that you as the player didn't really have agency over it, as the vaunted World Market just does its thing. Your strategies "worked" no matter what you really did though, so you just kind of followed basic "build factory in same territory as RGO" logic and let the system run itself. Both of these systems made for functional-but-not-exceptional gameplay loops.

Vicky 3 is more complicated than its predecessors, but in ways that makes how the economic system functions more concrete. You have local prices for goods, wider markets with clearly labelled high-and-low demand, and clearly defined "production methods" where buildings can commit to better tech at the cost of different inputs. As a player you can build factories, farms, and mines of a dozen different types anywhere, so you always have agency - and those new production lines gives you goals. Invent steel tools, so now your tooling workshops can make more tools but will need steel instead of iron as a input? You can switch over the lines...but make sure you have enough steel mills! And oh, that drives down the price of tools once you do it...so now your cattle ranches can justify switching their line to tool-assisted butchers! And now you make more meat, your local cost is low, but oh in the Russian market meat prices are high - as shown by that little gold coin icon it - so you can export it now!

Things are looped, contingent, and based on your decisions. It is simple, of course, you are making lots of little, easy calls that build you up over time - which is what makes it fun. It has to be simple, because otherwise it is a dizzyingly complex web of a million markets, it would never work. You feel like you are actually building the economy without being overwhelmed by it.

Which would be great if it wasn't stapled to one of the worst political & military systems I have ever seen, played with a UI God abandoned in shame.

So you can join the markets of other countries? Like you have your own market as a default, so you can click the "market" tab and it will show you how much wheat your country makes, how much iron it buys, etc. All good. But if you join another country's market, now that tab shows the collective market, everyone's wheat, iron, etc. Useful but like obiously I am not playing the market, I am playing the country; so how do I see how much wheat I make?

You can't.

You actually can't! Idk maybe they patched it in recently, but I couldn't find it and all the reddit threads I google from 2023 say you can't. Are you planning to declare independence and wanna see if you make enough food for your people? Too bad! Fuck around and find out I guess. I saw one thread where someone's advice was "save the game, declare independence, screenshot the new market, then reload". Quantum timeline level of experimental design going on in these guys' Bureau of Labor Statistics.

It isn't even the gameplay implications that bother me the most - this is a game about building an economy. You want to see what you built! And they stop you. It is baffling, and is just the tip of the iceberg - there are so many things like this. One of my favourites is that your "construction sector" is a hybrid of government and private projects, sometimes it is you spending the money, sometimes investors. Okay, cool, when it is you spending it comes out of your treasury, right? Well, yes, but the way they show that is when everyone spends it comes out of your treasury, but the private sector reimburses you for their share. Which you will not understand your first ~3 games, and instead just see huge red numbers on your budget screen and panic. And you are just left asking why? Why do that?

Beyond UI, the political system is just half-baked. It is "interest groups", each has baseline popularity, and verrrry slowly that changes as your economic structure changes (or revolutions). And to change laws you initiate campaigns to drum up support with roll dice to pass/fail. Which isn't a bad baseline, but it completely fails to capture how political change occurred in the era. Like the Meiji Restoration is "done" by you putting industrialists in power and kicking out the "landlords" lol. Japan didn't have industrialists then! Landlords are the ones who did the restoring of Meiji.

More importantly than inaccurate it isn't fun - to change a law you just arrange a coalition in power than kind of backs it, then pray you get good random events. In Vicky 2 they had a lot more railroad-style decisions and stuff you could do to capture history, "hit this military score benchmark and launch a civil war" kind of stuff. It wasn't complicated, and it was less organic, but it was pro player agency, you could take active steps to achieve it. In Vicky 3 it is mainly waiting or cheese - people often talk about getting the Meiji Restoration by deleting all your armies at game start and launching a civil war immediately that the AI will lose by default. A checkbox decision is better than that!

The military mechanics are the epitome of their "systems over gameplay" approach. What they wanted to do was two-fold; reduce micro in Vicky 2 where it is "click army to province" over and over, and "balance" the game by making combat not reward micro where players could cheese the AI. Very valid goals, I totally support it. What they did was built a system where armies auto-move to "fronts" and their AI can't handle it, but now as a player my agency over my units is gone so I can't fix it. The UI is awful, you can't even really tell armies to attack or defend, they just ~whim. You have to do a lot of clicking to fight the system - yes it is less clicking than Vicky 2, but in Vicky 2 that wasn't mentally taxing, it was fun enough to wage the war you wanted to wage. Everything was concrete and in your control.

Here...look, as Korea I declared war on China to gain independence. Then the UK - not my ally, just separately, declared war on China as well. So now we are kindaaaa on the same side? At which point half my army auto-reployed to Hong Kong because a "new front" had "appeared". One my one boat. Then the UK declared war on me as well and then 50% of my army was fighting the UK in the South China Sea alongside the Russians (???) while the other half of my army is sitting there at home facing the Qing troops along the Yalu River going "bro, wtf?". At one point a newly spawned army of mine tried to auto-redeploy to Senegal.

All of this is just so preventable - you wanna reduce micro? Make combat provinces really big. You just invade "Manchuria", no clicking from Jilin to Mukden, and have bordering armies support each other defensively or something like that so you don't have to dash back and forth. Don't try to make your AI "do it for you" because it clearly can't and you want to play your own game. I'm sure the above will get better as I learn the system but I can just see the hundreds of players who saw this system and insta-quit, because until you "understand" it, it stabs you in the back. Not what you want out of a game.

Anyway enough me whinging about the game for way too long - the fundamentals are strong in the end. I will test out mods, I could see an overhaul mod really fixing everything except maybe the combat (and then you just cope). I definitely want it to work, the potential is high.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Your favourite girlfriend is back and the goal is to hit you with one new ship everyday atleast for 20 days to make my brain start running with ideas again.

For today I present to thee ✨️James/Barty✨️ I do not know if this is already a ship but I'm here and imma yap

1. Their shipname: thrillchaser. It's so their dynamic core and it just fits ok so I'm dubbing this as their ship name. Deal with it.

2. Scenario 1 of how they will get together: it would start with both of them fancying Regulus and trying to impress the poor ace baby but they end up trying to one up each other hence impressing each other and they just sorta fall in love.

3. Scenario 2: it starts with James being fed up of always being the golden boy and Ray of fucking sunshine and happiness and he goes into a rebel phase doing the worst things he thinks possible and hooks up with Barty a couple of times. Barty actually sorta pities James for finally breaking and tries to help him, it's a sorta mutual healing trope and they get together. It goes somn like Barty teaching James to be selfish and James teaching Barty to be selfless. You see my point? Cause idk if it makes any sense (do I ever make any sense 💀)

4. Scenario 3: Enemies to lovers. Classic. Perfect. Maybe they seriously hate one another and always jab at each other and then bam suddenly Barty is shoving James to the wall, fists clenched on his shirt and then they're too close and then they're kissing. Site image: that one scene in Good Omens season 1. Yk the one.

5. Whatever it is, I can't see them being very emotional smoochie smoochie until after a veeeeery long time ykwim?

6. time for *drumroll* words moodboard! My absolute favourite thing to do to be honest [other than you ofc ;) ]

Bloody knuckles, heavy breathing, running in corridors, knife/wand to neck, smug smirks and scowls across corridors, quickies in bathrooms, degrading kink, torn clothes, uhhh uhhh idk what else to say good god my brain feels dry af but you see the image right? Like you seeing my vision? help me out here baby

7. Barty either joins the death eaters to stop it from the inside or he joins purely to piss off his dad and loses James in the act, probably closes off all his emotions after that or James gets with Lily fsr I can't think of yet and Barty lashes out and joins the death eaters

8. In a perfect world I can see James joining the death eaters for Barty hehehehe

9. Image: "Moody" looking at Harry and saying 'you have your father's snark and wit' and Harry being confused af but rolling with it assuming "moody" and him were prolly besties at the order or somn

10. I JUST WANNA SEE FANART OF THEM NOW LIKE SOMEBODY SEE MY BLOODY VISION HERE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU (says this as a literal fanartist but it's burnout time ok so leave me alone)

YOU'RE BACK ‼️‼️ FINALLY ‼️‼️‼️ I HAVE MISSED U GREATLY MY LOVE ‼️‼️‼️ MY LIFE HAS LOST ALL IT'S COLORS WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE ‼️‼️‼️

also I'm very excited to see the other asks ‼️

ah yes, darksun my faves <3

1) ngl thrillchaser sounds better than darksun so I approve the change of name

2) their attempt of seducing regulus leads to them seducing each other. real. and also makes so much sense for them ngl

3) ohhh this is good too ngl. something about them "fixing" eachother is delicious. it also makes sense

4) 😳🤭 yes. they hate-fuck so hard

5) yeah I agree. they're both very affectionate and verbal lovers. y'know the kind that makes sure everyone knows that this person is their lover. but for some reason it takes them a while to be as loud and verbal with each other than with others (maybe because they usually go for people that seem absolutely uninterested so they need to compensate for their lovers seeming uninterested. they don't have that need with each other so their more quiet abt it at first)

6) yeah no I totally see it. especially that running in the hallways one. it just fits them

7) I think it's probably the last two options. he loves james but pissing off his dad is his number one priority. he probably didn't even realise how bad he messed up until james breaks it off. or when he joins the noseless freakster post jily getting together he does solely because he knows it's the best way to get back at james. (he also probably makes the announcement that the potters are his and he'll kill them himself)

8) honestly I can't see him join ever. I think his morals just don't align with it. it's a fun idea though

9) lmfao. drunk!moody telling harry way too many details abt his father to the point that he starts to wonder if moody and his dad were having an affair (and how weird it is considering that moody is abut older than james, no?)

10) that's so real tho. I also want thrillchaser fanart

[kingconia]

OMG HIHI so I saw some of your posts and I was like “OMG THIS IS SO GOOD??” So obviously I HAD TO MADE A REQUEST (ofc if it’s open‼️)

OKAY SOO I was wondering YK if you would be comfortable enough to make a Vil schoenheit x (gn or fem) Ace detective! Reader

(LIKEE.. Idk for example like let’s take Goro Akechi from persona 5 as a example, OR EVEN RANPO FROM BSD)

ANYWAY you have an AMAZING DAY, WONDERFUL WEEK AND AN AWESOME MONTH‼️

A/N: That was such a curious request! I had a lot of fun working on it, and I thank you dearly for all kind words. Also, I decided mostly to take Ranpo as an inspiration for the character—his belief that his superpower is the deduction fits the setting nicely.

VIL SCHOENHEIT AND GN!READER, WHO IS PROFESSIONAL DETECTIVE

— From the very childhood, you were a quite unique kid. You knew everything about everyone as you noticed the smallest details that others people would never see. And these observations helped you to make a logical conclusion about the person. You were too smart for your own good;

— Your family liked to teasingly call you Sherlock Holmes wannabe, but you knew it better: it was some kind of superpower. It had to be it;

— Others laughed, hearing about that. Until... You woke up in the world of mages, beastmen, and others creatures. And everything started to make more sense;

— When you declared to the headmaster that your unique magic is about being a perfect detective, he was suspicious at first. And so, you decided to prove him wrong;

— You did. Thanks to your powers, you were able to determine the strangeness in other students' attitude;

— You saw through Riddle in your first meeting with him. It took a three minutes to tell that he had problems with over-controlling mother. And so, mixed with your straightforwardness, you helped him not to overblot;

— The same thing happened with Leona. You cracked his plan in the right time, and prevented everything before it even started;

— Your personal favourite case was Scarabia's one. You caught Jamil so quickly—mostly, because he acted too hot-headedly, living evidences everywhere, but it was his motive that flared up your interest;

— As you stopped students from overblotting easily, diving deeper in their stories, excitement filled you even more;

— And so, Crowley unwillingly admitted that you, indeed, should have some powers to do what you do;

— When you were assigned to help with the VDC, you found out the next possible victim of the overblot in a few seconds—Vil Schoenheit himself! And not only that, but you even managed to figure out the little secret of his vice;

— However, you took some time to catch him red-handed on something, to trigger the conversation. That happened when he wanted to poison his rival;

— Vil was devastated by your involvement. But, to his surprise, you chose to speak with him about it privately;

— He didn't overblot. Instead, he broke down in front of you, in the empty dressing room;

— After that, Vil started to respect you even more than. before. If earlier, he thought highly to you because of your merits, now, he also was aware of his respectful you treating people, choosing to talk with them and help.

— He became your friend, eventually;

— Running around, solving mysteries, and doing gods know what, you forgot about a lot of things—drinking water, eating your meals, taking care of your appearance. And so, Vil always looked after you, offering his help in shy attempts to spend some time with you;

— However, there was one thing that he couldn't quite understand about you...

•

”Urgh, give me a week, and I will finish with Ignihyde as well,” you muttered, frowning, while Vil was combing through your wet hair. ”With all of my work, I can't understand how this stupid mirror can't already sort me in some dorm. At this point, I will be fine even with Savannaclaw.”

The thing was... Mirror continued insisting that you held no magical powers to your name.

And the more Vil spent time around you, he started to agree with that—you were human. Human without any powers.

What you think was your unique magic was just your brain. You were smart, you were ridiculously unbeatable in that, surely, you knew it yourself. Then, why you had this urge to think that it was magic and not you, who made everything better?

”Y/n?”

”Hm?”

”Why do you want to have magical power so badly?”

Vil could easily assume that it was because you stuck there, with them, in the place, where everyone had magic. Anyone on your place could have felt inferior about that. But the thing was, you thought, this magic was with you since you were little.

”I don't,” you protested instantly. ”I just have it—and that's the fact.”

”Even in our world, there a lot of people without magic,” he added. ”My father, for example. And—”

”...You don't believe that I am a mage?” You cut through his words sharply.

He couldn't see your face from where he was standing, but he could tell you sounded upset. Vil had no intentions to hurt you, but... He had no reason to lie to you, either. He liked to be honest with people he loved, and he loved you, truly.

”I think, you are the smartest person I had ever know,” he hummed, carefully choosing his next words. ”But that has nothing to do with magic.”

You were silent for a while, and he stopped stroking your hair.

”...But I had to be special, Vil,” you whispered suddenly. ”If I am not, then... No one would pay attention to me anymore.”

Vil knew very little about your previous life.

Perhaps, you had neglectful parents, and it was your way to make them to look at you. Or, maybe, you had too many siblings to feel loved enough.

There were so many scenarios that could explain your arrogant belief, but Vil wasn't you—he couldn't tell people about their lives merely by glancing at them.

”Oh, dear,” he made a circle around you, stopping right in front of you. He took your face in his hands carefully. ”But you are special. Just not in the way we are.”

”But—”

”In fact, I think, you are even more special than we,” Vil squished your cheeks together, so you could stay silent for a while. ”Because our magic could be taken away, and what you have is something that cannot be stripped away.”

You looked down, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Vil leaned closer, kissing you on the tip of your nose gently. It reddened instantly—exactly for this, he started calling you radish, instead of using a potato nickname—and he smiled.

”You are the most special person I had ever met,” he whispered, as if it was a secret to be shared carefully. ”And you are even more special to my heart. Please, remember that.”

You nodded weakly.

Vil didn't expect you to answer right away, either on his confession, or on the statement about the lack of magic in you. You spent too much time, persuading yourself that you were a mage. Kind words couldn't erase it so easily.

Yet, he knew that you heard him.

And for now, it was enough.

After all, both of you had enough time to figure everything out.

Together.

[madsthenightowl]

Hello what's your friend group like, what's you're favourite thing about each friend and are you taking friend applications can I joint he friend group, signed Jake from state farm

Oh god my friend group is awesome. I’ve got a lot of different ppl in a lot of different places so I’ll try to hit every one.

And yeah! If you wanna join the friend group, just shoot me a DM I’m always open to chatting ✨

In no particular order:

Carmin- My fiancee and best friend. The better question is what isn’t my favorite thing about them, and the answer is nothing. They know me like no one else and they’re my world. They’re kind, loving, funny, dependable and smart. I can’t wait to marry them 💜

James- He’s a recent reconnection and we were able to pick up like no time passed at all. He’s funny and opinionated and it’s awesome to talk through ideas with him. He’s passionate about his studies and he adores reptiles and animal life. He cares so deeply about everything and it’s contagious. I’m grateful I was able to find him again.

Asteria- Another recent reconnection and we were also able to pick up like no time passed at all! She’s creative (a writer) and she’s Good At It. What she’s sent me of her work to read is Amazing and I can’t wait to read more. She’s also very passionate about life and she’s a joy to talk to. I’m grateful I was able to find her again.

Abbey- Funny and LOUD. She’s a bright spirit, very caring and dependable, will rip someone to shreds for you. She’s the kind of person who hears you haven’t eaten yet and hunts you down to give you a can of soup (yes this really happened). She’s intelligent and driven and will do anything she sets her mind to.

Amanda- Caring and nurturing. You can spend HOURS talking to her about everything from favorite foods to philosophy on the human condition. She’s smart, passionate and a free spirit. She goes where the wind takes her and finds love and light in everything. She calls herself my Jewish Mother 🤣💜

Amelie- FUNNY. She runs a meme page and she is definitely the person you can send cracked out meme ideas to at 3am. I’m not certain she sleeps. She’s caring and protective and finds a way to take care of those she loves and keep spirits up.

Juno- They’re my resident artist friend! They’re beyond creative and imaginative and they’re hilarious. They’re a webcomic artist and a tattoo artist, and they bounce their work off me. It’s always stunning ofc. They’re funny and live and breathe music so we talk a lot about our favorite bands. I’m beyond grateful I was brave enough to comment I liked their art, I got an awesome friend from that one comment ✨

Nick- He’s the DM of the D&D group I’m in and we’ve grown to be awesome friends. He’s funny and extremely creative. The campaigns he builds are immersive and intriguing and his storytelling is stellar. We playfully bully one another and it’s awesome. He’s dependable and kind and talking to him and playing D&D with him is the best. Couldn’t ask for a better DM.

Lynn- I met them through Carmin first, but they’re also a player in the D&D group I’m in. They are cursed 1000%. Our DM is full of some of the most insane cursed brainrot idk how the two of us function sometimes. They’re extremely thoughtful and kind. I’ve gotten a handful of gifts from them and they’re all so wonderful (amethyst spider carving my beloved). They love movies and it’s always fun to hear their opinions on what their most recent watch was.

Josh- He’s a player in the D&D group I’m in. We don’t talk much outside the game, but he’s an awesome strategist and actor. Playing with him is immersive, he’s amazing at pulling everyone into the scene. It’s super fun to listen to him act his character out, the voices and dialogue he comes up with is unmatched.

Ben- He’s a player in the D&D group I’m in. We don’t talk much outside the game, but you can always count on him to come in with the sarcastic one liners or completely insane ideas 🤣

Sean- He’s a player in the D&D group I’m in. We don’t talk much outside the game, but he sends some pretty awesome memes. He’s very passionate about D&D and his characters, and that level of love and care for the game is awesome to be around.

Soph- The resident younger sibling friend! I met them when I worked at Starbucks and we clicked! They love everything Jim Henson (specifically the muppets) and I love how much they love that. They care so deeply for all their friends and they’ve got a way of opening that up in other people.

Claire- A newer addition to the friend group!!! She’s very creative (a writer) and I eat up her work like it’s going out of style. She’s so much fun to talk to and toss ideas around with and I’m grateful we started talking 😊

[shiraishi--kanade]

Disappeared for rehearsal but your anger is totally justified and honestly as a wxs fan I am so so disappointed in the ones who start hating on vbs for this and completely misinterpreting all this and callig it useless for no other reason other than spite. Grow up oh my god.

Ofc i also was excited for limited tsks5 (but moreso for the possibility for long haired rui bc samurai-ish set?) but it's not like. The end of the world. Idk i just feel like this is such childish behaviour and you, especially as a vbs oshi, deserve to be mad bc honestly. The twitter community is so tiring. Prsk twt fandom stop idolising n25 and wxs and acting like everything else is a problem and bad and not worth it challenge absolute fail!!!!

And you're def also a big reason i grew to understand and love vbs more and always talk with sense and u know a lot of things so if you were excited and this is making u mad than it must even worse so I'm so sorry. Pls be sure to take time to yourself if you need it to not interact with anyone who's acting Like That bc your enjoyment is the most important!!

I'm excited tho!! I do need to catch up on vbs stories yo understand all of this better, bc i have an idea but not like. A clear one. And this definitely is a very good motivation because !!!!! THIS IS SO BIG!!!

Oh trust me, I was excited for Tsukasa5 being limited as well (multiple reasons, aside from what you've said: while I understand the reasoning behind this set being lim, I genuinely wish it wasn't because it'll likely lock side stories and generally nice story moments from some players forever which is unfair, and I don't think shouldn't have been lim in the same way Canary event or Our Happy Ending or Saying Goodbye to My persona weren't; I'm also pissed off by, as I already said, VERY BAD TERRIBLE NO GOOD precedent for the greedy and unfair gacha this banner sets up). It's majorly messed up from Sega's part to do that with him, but it's not because they hate WxS as characters or something, it's because they know they can put a limited event, a WLE (semi-limited) and then a fan-favourite unlimited banner and still get profit from all of it, possibly more than they would if the distribution was better. It's not them hating WxS fans (if anything, VBS fans are more screwed), it's just corporate greed that we need to stop personifying.

I guess I'm just majorly disappointed, more even in the VBS fans being... Like this than the outside reaction. VBS have always been a running joke withing the fandom let's be honest, not a lot of people take them and their (very interesting) themes seriously at all (which is partially why LUtF had so much backlash for suddenly getting serious as if VBS weren't already that). Others' reaction to The Event was always something that I could predict, the amplification of it by the malicious planning is unfortunate but understandable. It's the in-fandom panic and the discovery that people who claim to be fans genuinely do not read the events, do not read the events' synopsis, the events' short summaries and then proceed to have insane takes and spread them as truth that got me upset the most I think lol.

That said my rage is amplified a lot here, mostly for laughs. I am majorly annoyed and miffed because I was expecting at least the VBS fans to be hyped and excited so we could all celebrate, but oh well. Forgot I have different definition of "a fan of a unit" than 90% of the fandom. I still know a lot of people who are on the same wavelength as me and we can get hyped together though, so like I said, it doesn't upset me too much, just makes me want to whack some people with a comically oversized hammer. I'll be just fine.

Thanks though! :D

Edit: hope you had fun at the rehearsal by the way!

[cosmic-bat]

I originally didn’t want to make a post about the London meet and greet because I don't want to come across like I'm bragging or anything but if anyone (@spooky-cowfish especially) really does want to read about it then here you go...

So we go into the main gig hall and the boys are all standing at the barrier, well Chris is straddling it and has trouble getting over which was quite funny. They count us a few times as everyone filters in which made it felt like a school trip😂.

After the initial hello they say they're gonna do individual photos and talking/questions so they all split off in different directions. Pi walks straight towards me and my new queue friend and we were not prepared 😂 we awkwardly say hi and take photos, he asked if I wanted anything signed and I had a small rainbow flag but I'd forgotten a pen so he said he'd come back to sign it. Can I just say his eyes are so piercing!!! Like woah!!!! He has great energy too.

Next I went to Gared and the awkwardness had gone so I managed to chat and joke with him more. He's super nice and quick witted, very funny. I managed to borrow a pen from someone and made a stupid joke about him being left handed and he went "No I'm just trying it out" 🤣😭 I'm sorry Gared. I told him to just sign anywhere but he said "No, I have to do it properly" he's so sweet!!

Then I went to Klaas and omfg, first thing I did was ask for a hug so we hugged and I squeezed his waist (it had to be done). He is so lovely, we chatted about fancy venues and he bragged about how he saw ghost years ago in a nice small venue, his favourite Ghost song is Mummy Dust btw! I can't lie, I was just staring at his long hair and cute glasses for a bit without realising🤣.

Then I got to Nik and he was the most prepared cuz he actually brought a pen lmao. Anyway he's super chill and easy to talk to, he asks you where you're from and how far you've travelled to get there. After he signed my flag I say danke cuz it just comes out naturally now and he looks me dead in the eye and says "You're welcome" LOL.

Before leaving him Pi was walking past so I called out and asked for him to use Nik's pen to sign my flag and ofc he was like "Oooo what pen am I using?😏" Nik handed him the sharpie and was like "This one, not the other one down boy. That's later" and I was standing there like 👁👄👁 wtf is happening right now.

And then Chris was left. He's just so lovely and sweet too omg! When he took my phone to take a selfie (I think we had all decided the boys to take the pics cuz they're good at it lol) he somehow changed the camera to video and omg it's my favourite thing, he says "It's filming!" when we realise it's a video and I've had it going around and around in my head for days🤣. I get a selfie with him and then he takes a pic of our shoes cuz apparently his new photo thing is shoes. My mouth works faster than my brain so I say "Wikifeet?" as a joke and he's like "No it's not a kink thing."

Anyway I ask him to sign the flag and am about to shout for anyone with a pen I can borrow again but Chris is like "I'll go steal Nik's." and he just runs off to get it🤣. I go to help him hold the flag tight so it's easier to sign like I did with the others but he's there holding it against his thigh figuring out which side is the right one😂.

Then it's the group photo in the final minutes, so everyone is walking towards the barrier, I am stupidly walking backwards and fucking walk into Nik omfg PSA: look where you're walking otherwise you may bump into a drummer! Klaas appears next to me out of nowhere then he kneels down on the floor (you can see this in the London group photo lmao), so I'm like 'oh god I'm gonna have to get down there too otherwise it'll look weird' so I awkwardly get on the floor and copy his pose cuz no way am I gonna be down there on both my knees😂 A few photos were taken with count downs done in multiple languages. Then Klaas stands back up so effortlessly and I'm there struggling cuz my platform boots are heavy. Once I'm up Klaas says "You made it!" like ha ha yeahhhh.... I should start working out😂

Finally we say bye then us lot get taken into a corridor that's on the other side of the venue instead of being let back out into the queue outside. So I'm there chatting away to my new friend and I pull out google maps to show her where abouts I live cuz we want to meet up again. But all of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder and a sweet "Excuse me" and I turn to find Pi behind us trying to get past LMFAO OOPS.

Honestly it was the best night of my life.

Although, I have to say one more thing. It was interesting to watch the standard queue being let in and everyone rushed to the middle and Pi's side, I was like 'well, more Klaas for me then hehe'.

[alyimoss]

For the ask game!!

9. What's your all time favourite movie/tv show?

:]

oughh see i am the worst bitch to ask this kinda question bc i just. do not watch movies/shows. i dont have the attention span for them, and most of the time just. cannot get into new stuff, either bc of lack of interest or because im scared ill hyperfixate and die.

to compensate, i will tell you about a movie that is not my favorite in the slightest and the most recent show i watched!

so i watched this movie in ?? first grade?? in russia. its called arthur and the invisibles, it a french (?) movie abt some fucking kid whos. trying to save his grandfathers farm/house/farmhouse?? and in the process gets shrunk down to teeny size and helps the teeny people. do. something idkf. i remember very little about it other than some details that were forcibly injected into my brain fairly recently and the fact that the like. pre-teen or teen protag had a love interest twice his age. and it was!! uncomfortable!! and i dont know how they let that slide, but that movie was made it. idk what year, but if i had to guess, probably early 2000s?? so. yeah those werent really the best times...

anyway yeah i was almost completely convinced id hallucinated that movie until maybe 2 or 3 months ago?? when i watched a wayneradiotv vod (or highlights video god if i remember) where he played a game based on that movie. and it was bad. and i am upset that it turned out to be real. and it had at least one sequel for some fucking reason?? so thats. interesting.

the most recent show i watched was steven universe! which i rewatched the entirety of in like. a week. and i liked it! i hadnt watched it since. idfk when, actually, but its been a long time. i hadnt watched a lot of the season 5 episodes, id only seen the finale bc everyone was talking abt it (and how bad it was) when it aired and i wanted to see for myself. and id never seen the movie or future before, so that was an experience. annd yeah now i have a lot to say abt that show which can be summarized with "if it was allowed to run for several more seasons it wouldve been godlike" bc. that show is based on time. thats the number one thing abt it. that it takes time to heal. time is the center of its fucking pilot they knew what they were doing. so ofc when it was rushed it showed and was bad, that show cant be rushed in order to be good. no show can, really, but especially not that one. anyway

yeahh not really a movies/shows guy lmao. envy those who are, but. ill just stick to. the one thing im hyperfixating on and virtually nothing else. forever.

[dickytwister]

💭🌴💯 for Finley, 🐈🤍🍝 for Maxwell & 💚🍦🎶 for Carter <3

THANK U SM MWAHH

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

his mbti is infp (which fits him sm bc of how like. caring. and idealistic he can be) and his enneagram is 6w5 (the guardian) which, again, SO fitting for a man like him. so loyal but also very pensive kinda guy. analytical one might say.

🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

i never really thought abt it before but. god he DOES have a green thumb actually!! his apartment is full of plants because he still feels weird being in night city and wants to remember being outside (even tho "outside" is a desert). i think he also grows plants to manifest the future he wants, aka being at peace in a place that's connected to nature and had NOTHING to do with night city. he also gardens i've decided just now bc he can't stand all the factory foods (which is gonna be a useful skill when he DOES get his little haven away from everything!!)

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

– finley is trans!! it's a ripperdoc in the bakkers that did his top surgery a few years ago and there were some complications (normal thing to happen in the badlands methink) so his scars are now a little jagged and strange, but he loves them nonetheless – was taken by raffen shivs as a kid to be sold or eviscerated. he ended up killing and maiming his way out of the camp with a scalpel and running away before being found by some bakkers scouts. – sometimes, when he can't sleep in his apartment, he goes down to the garage and sleeps in his car. it's something that's more familiar to him and it soothes him despite the grief that comes with it.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

he definitely prefers a few close friends. doing what he does—infiltrating the project at eden's gate years ago and now juggling his allegiances as best as he can—, it's much safer to only rely on a few friends he can really depend on rather than risk being ratted out by hanging out with too many people. he's also very slow to trust, so he's never even had a wide circle of friends, even as a child.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

– maxwell is an excellent hunter. he learned as a child with his uncle and his big brother achilles. he never liked it. – tends to be quieter in most situations, only there as support for whoever he's with (be it jacob or eli). he doesn't take sides during fights, which is why he's so conflicted about the reaping and its factions. – doesn't listen to much music. idk if this counts as a trait but there it is!! my poor underdeveloped boy

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

he likes homemade foods, no matter what that food might be, but the food that brings him the most comfort is saltines and peanut butter. it's just a little snack he used to get as a kid when they were a little tight on money and it brings back a lot of memories, good and bad.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

outside!! carter grew up on a spaceship, so being outside on earth is one of his favourite thing. i mean, there are trees, flowers, rivers, lakes, animals, bugs!! so many things to see, so many beautiful colours, so many different smells!!

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

strawberry,,,, he's a very strawberry and banana kinda little guy and strawberry ice cream is just so sweet AND pretty. all pink. important also to note he hates pistachio ice cream (projecting that on him rn)

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

carter listens to all kinds of music!! growing up with peter quill as a father, he ofc listened to a lot of music from the 70's and 80's and they're what he listens to the most nowadays, but he also enjoys pop music a lot and the shrek 2 soundtrack!! he's also a BIG fan of dolly parton

ask me about my ocs!! 💙

[choicesmc]

you can answer for any of your ocs, how many ever times you'd like ^^

you know how sometimes superheroes have the most mundane, most common weaknesses? like superman's got his kryptonite, aquaman's got 'lack of water', you get the idea. so if your character is somehow a superhero of sorts (or just someone with powers, prowess, etc, needn't be all "sci-fi-y") what is the silliest weakness you can come up with for them? and how does it affect their everyday life? for eg, do they have to concoct a complicated morning routine because they're allergic to alarm clocks? what if they are fatal/have a weakness to the material their tyres/tires are made of, so if their car breaks down somewhere, they'd have to rely on an overcomplicated way to get to work/school/home etc?

the world's destroyed, your character goes through a massive career/life change from what they were before to being the designated city planner (think of it as a Sims situation). besides the obvious - constructing houses, etc, what is the first project they get to first? maybe something related to their old career/life? maybe something whimsical like a detailed amusement park? a giant utility store? also in the process of constructing their fav structure, how does that look like? do they take any inspirations from their favourite structures? do they go for simplistic designs or do they wish to experiment more (given it's a Sims-esque situation where infinite resources are available at their disposal)

thank you so much for answering!! <3

Q1 RAMS 

oH, EASY. Rams’ ability would be turning back time. No sweat. Only do it every four hours after a nice nap, though.(Defined as lasting 30+ minutes in length of uninterrupted sleep.) Which is frustrating. Now co has to make sure to sleep every night for at least 30 minutes. Co has to plan around co’s time restraints. Club activities? Nah, gotta make sure to take a nap. It literally just forces co to have a semi-healthy sleep schedule 😭

FIONA 

Fiona is so illusionist coded so that’s what he is. An illusionist. Downside: can’t illusion-up anything that already exists. So another Fiona? Nope, that exists. A tank? Considered to already exist. Where it gets funky is what counts as ‘already existing’ like current Fiona can’t be conjured but Fiona-if-I-never-went-to-law-school can! Tanks are out of the question but dragons are cool! (though not ones that ‘already exist’ like Ancalagon from LOTR) Fiona’ll have a fun time figuring out what’s covered and not covered and I think it’ll fascinate him and also drive him insane (no worries, he’s used to it —it’s just physics in a nutshell)   

Q2  RIN 

Gods Rin as a city planner is literally god sent. First things first would be housing (ofc) but next? Community centers. Everyone would have nice access to a local community center. Libraries are peppered everywhere and the public transport system would run like a well oiled machine and could take you everywhere no matter how far away it is. Basically, Rin’s ideal city would be really accessible without a car. 

Circling back to the community centers, Rin would pour so much into them. They’d have activities for all age groups and not just young children + elderly people. The floor plan would be pretty open, large windows, lots of natural light –that sort of thing. Though the building would only be a small part of it, there’s the outside properties and here Rin gets to have lots and lots of fun. 

Firstly, the landscape would be native plants. That means St Augustine grass will no longer exist in her city. That stuff can stay out of her life for good. Food forests? Also great. Great stuff that she’d like to incorporate on the premises. Something like a community garden would also be good but she has problems with how most are run and would have to tinker with the idea a bit. 

(honestly Rin would reshape society from the bottom up. Like she does not like the current state of things.)

[averyintrovertedfangirl]

first of all your tags are hilarious, second of all i simply went to a shitty victorian public school not even a fancy one, but they loaned all the students computers- which is what I'm using now by the way- and the details of my school tech repair are a little hazy but if your computer broke they fixed it, i don't know for CERTAIN but I don't think I even had to pay. I'm pretty sure they offered one free repair per year, which was great because I had (/have) anger issues and have punched my laptop on MANY occasions, but normally it's the flat part next to the mousepad, however THAT time i punched it when it was CLOSED and it fucked up the screen so there was a huge block of white and multicoloured lines - idk where the photos went but. it was nearly unusable because I could only see like half of my screen. So I kept it that way for like a week or more bc I didn't want to be without it at school while it was getting repaired cause that would be SUPER inconvenient, but eventually I couldn't do shit with it so I had to get it fixed. But the catch is that you're not allowed to remove the giant school-branded sticker that covers the entire back of your laptop, but ofc I did because I only follow rules as long as they're not stupid. So I ended up getting in minor trouble because the back of my computer looked like this:

and if you didn't know, "hakuna matata ft. iron man and a dalmatian" is NOT the name of my school, so when I went to get my computer back they told me off and gave me a new sticker. But I'm smart you see, so I asked if I could take my lil stickers home, so I stuck them to my jacket while they put the new school sticker on and then after i got out of there I IMMEDIATELY tore it off and put MY stickers back on, and my friends were like "omg jas no dont do it ur gonna get in trouble and the stickers cost like fifteen bucks u should do what they say" but I was like NO you see I have a plan. And my plan was that I was gonna take their big-ass ugly-ass nasty-ass sticker home with me, stick it to something, and then put it back on my laptop ONLY on the day we had to turn it in for the year, because none of the other teachers besides the techies really gave a fuck. So I spent the rest of the year with my things on the back to show they didn't own me and that if I want to put tony stark on the back of my laptop it is my god damn right to, and it WORKED! the giant ugly laptop sticker was visible in my old pfp, by the way. idk if u remember but yeah for ages my pfp was me laying on the school oval holding my friend's friend's apple juice with my laptop on my face. it's one of my favourite pictures of me. by the way the things I put on the back of my laptop aren't stickers, they're actually like embroidered or something. they're made of thread, i got them for free at safeway (supermarket) cause every now and then they give away little things like cards or plant seeds or lion king-themed pencil toppers and you can get one for every $20 you spend, but most of the time the employees don't give a fuck and if you say you'd like to collect the things then they'll just give you a fuckin handful (and then the stores will run out of them weeks before the event is supposed to end). so anyway yeah this isn't relevant to anything but im in a talkative mood so u get to hear about my life. wahoo. anyway i positioned the "hakuna matata" one right over the spot where it says the brand of the computer, and the others I just fuckin put there. they were only disney-themed so i wasn't a fan of most of the fix-ems i got (that's the actual name for them) but i actually ended up with NINE iron mans. iron men. whatever. that's too many. but i didn't wanna get rid of them either so now they're all in the shed somewhere idk. i should try to find them and just cover my computer in little embroidered tony starks, or maybe i should stick them around the house for mum to find. that would be fun too. um also you know what i said happened to my computer when i punched it? yeah, the screen went fucky and more and more lines were appearing and rendering it unusable. anyway the same thing happened to my friend a couple of months later bc we got a bus to the local sports centre for our physical activity class (we had em every wednesday) and we were hanging around on the playground there, and we climbed to the top of a rope pyramid thing and jess threw her bag down to the ground with her laptop in it. haha fun times. hope u enjoyed that story. anyway toodles

Rude. and very true but still rude 🤨

Tag game cuz I’m bored (don’t feel pressured)

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

hii! i hope you're doing well !!! i wanted to request prompt 21 mixed with prompt 13 with jake, if that's possible? seems hilarious and cute, and i am missing summer like crazy 🌅

omgggg ofc!!!! darling I miss summer so fucking much I can't even put it into words. my favourite season BY FAR

only warning I can think of is some adult language ig? that's it, if I had to rate it like pg12 or smth

(he is so fucking adorable. the need to squish his cheeks is OVERWHELMING)

You were still dripping with seawater when you clambered up to the towels you'd laid out on the beach barely an hour earlier, dramatically flipping down on one, not caring that your hair probably landed in the sand.

Jake looked up at you with raised eyebrows, sunglasses having begun to slip off his nose, closing the book in his hands and holding it a safe distance away from you. You just rolled your eyes and threw a hand over your face to shield yourself from the sun.

"I feel like I just snorted a bag of salt", you complained, swallowing hard to try once more to get the taste off of your tongue. Unsurprisingly, that still didn't work. It hadn't the first thirty times you'd attempted it and it wouldn't now.

"You look like it too", Jake chuckled and you gasped, raising your arm again and propping yourself up on one elbow to slap his shoulder.

"Bastard", you muttered more to yourself as his lips tugged into a grin. He pushed the sunglasses back up on his nose and reached over to your bag to hand you yours and despite still being offended, you grumbled out a thank you and hooked them behind your ears.

"Had fun out there?", he asked, genuinely interested, like he'd not watched you and waved at you laughing in the waves. You poked at his back.

"Would've been more fun if you'd gone in with me", you pouted.

"Baby", he drawled, almost in exasperation as he tossed his book away and rolled around, pulling you on top of him in one smooth movement. "It's not my fault you wanted to take a nap first and decided to get in just when I was dry again."

You only huffed and buried your face in his chest - bare and sweaty and wet from your hair - not even deigning to give him an answer. He could've waited for you to wake up but no, he hadn't had his morning run and had been buzzing with restless energy the entire drive here already.

Jake didn't complain - only buried a hand in your hair and started brushing lazy circles over the bare skin of your back. You let out a breath.

This was nice.

Having your boyfriend all to yourself for a day, the sun warming your skin, the waves crashing on the shore, the only other people around some navy officers that kept quiet and were far enough away to barely be noticeable. God, sometimes it paid out really well that Jake was in the navy.

Other times.... not really.

But lord, you were not about to complain right now. Not when you were so warm and so very comfortable in his arms, not with the sand and the sun and the sky, not with the sound of his breath and the soft heaving of his chest.

You only realised that you'd been dozing off when he lightly nudged your side. You shifted in confusion and he groaned - not a pleasant groan or even a sleepy one, more like he was in pain. You moved some more and he groaned again.

"Please", he panted, "Your knee-"

Immediately your eyes widened and you rolled off of him, watching as he winced and held his hand to his crotch, curling up into a little ball of agony. You were biting your lip, reaching out to brush his hair from his face.

"Sorry", you whined - and you truly were. You hadn't realised that your knee had basically been digging into his dick. You'd been sleeping, for god's sake. "I'm so sorry, Jake, oh god- Are you okay?"

"Yeah", he breathed after minute. "Yeah, good again."

Both of you knew that you certainly hadn't done it intentionally (even though that wouldn't have been the first time, but that's a story for another day) but still you were feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. So to try and make it up to him, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the shell of his ear.

"I'm sorry, Jakey. Like, really really sorry", you whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw, stopping just before you reached his lips. If there was anything that got Jake Seresin to shut up very quickly - in any and all situations - it was a kiss from you. Or multiple.

His demeanor changed instantly, almost as if in reflex.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, burying a hand in your hair and tugging you back to look him in the eyes. You were fluttering your lashes very obviously at him. "How sorry?"

"Very", you confirmed, flashing him a grin and pulling him into an actual kiss then, flinging your arms around his neck and dragging him down - on top of you, this time, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt him again.

[chocoenvy]

Mentions of execution!! “Your Grace!” Slowly, you regained your consciousness from a slumber you do not know how long lasted, not only that but so did the aching parts of your body. You wonder how you managed to gain such blows when a call from someone beside you did you slowly remember the events of that day. Why were you covered in the softest blankets when before, you were always in the brink of meeting death with cold eyes glaring down at your form, eyes that belonged to the characters you once adored? Why were you all of a sudden treated like royalty when before, you were accused as an imposter of a god you don’t ever recall in the game? There was so much more. But most importantly, why did they finally decide to spare you when you had finally accepted your fate? That time you had finally given up running away, you can’t live like this forever. Not with all your favourite characters chasing you down for your blood. Yet they had the audacity to kneel down in front of you, asking for punishment in exchange for what irreversible wounds they have done. “If its a punishment that you want.” They look up at you eager, it’s disgusting. “Maybe an execution would suffice.” Taking someone’s life was never something you would consider, of course. “And your punishment is to finish what you have started.” They look at you agape, it was slowly dawning to them what you meant by that, with your tired eyes that had already long given up hope. The execution was never meant for them. “End me, and that would be your punishment.” It was for you. Panicked claims and sobs filled the room, they tried to reason with you, that they couldn’t so such a thing (funny to think they’d say that when the other day they never had a second thought to ending your life before they saw the droplet of gold drip down the weapon they used to impale you) but this was a direct order from you after all, what else can they do? Even if you had recovered from this, even if you slowly got along with them. You can never recover from what they have done to you. Never. You could no longer see them the same again. — UHHHH i had this in my mind for a while AND WANTED TO SHARE i wanted to share it to you as an idea form BUT I WANTED TO TRY WRITING FOR THE FIRST TIME- well not first time but i wanted to try using this as a practice- PLUS this is my first sagau that ive written AND I WANTED TO SEE WHAT YOUR TAKE ON IT WOULD BE LIKE BECAUSE I LOVE YOUR WRITINF (if ur okay with it ofc) summary basically: mc gives up and wants everything to end but at that moment did the characters realize they are the god and seeks for the punishment and tbat punishment is to finish what they started and kill mc in fromt of the whole teyvat to see hahahahahahah-

AAA SKFJSALFKASJF NO BC THIS IDEA <333 (for some reason i just never saw this ask dkfjdksfjsdfs but dear lord the idea is immaculate <333)

I did a little blurb based on this bc this idea is <333 so good love the angst <3

warnings: suicide ideation, cult behaviors, reader is very mentally unstable

The rapid switch from disgust to fear and respect on their faces repulsed you. But your expression remained the same, dull and tired.

"Any punishment you see fit," Their voices were shaky as they knelt, "We'll accept in stride."

Your eyes looked down on them without a shred of satisfaction or even relief. In fact, a frown tugged down at your lips, "So now you say that... Why is that? That you only take it back now."

Excuses bubbled up to their lips, lame and poorly thought out. Nothing that would hold any weight in your heart so you never let them start.

"I don't want anything you weren't willing to give me before," You hung your head, tired and dull eyes meeting those of the kneeling archons, "So kill me. Finish what you've started and kill me like you would have killed me if I were human. Show us how cruel you are."

The archons eyes were fear-stricken and wild, protests escaping their mouth without a second thought, begging you for a shred of kindness.

"We could never do something like that to you-" The title was on the tip of the archer's tongue. His anemo-infused arrow had struck your body a plethora of times, always leaving you with a numb limb. He, in fact, had been the reason you were caught today. He had managed to get strikes in both of your legs, causing you to be immobile for a bit.

"But you could." Your voice was quiet but sharp, cold but so very tired, "You were about to. There's nothing different now, so come on." Annoyance edged its way into your tone, you had to grit your teeth to stop the tears from blurring your vision, "Kill me like you were just about to. Kill me like you've been longing to for the past few months."

The archons had no words, only anguish as their bodies shook. They could never kill you, their god, but they had been so close to doing so. The true reality of what they almost did sunk in, and they were sure this was the worst point in their entire lives.

But you weren't done, you were serious in your claims for execution, and you weren't going to stop until you were dead by the archons' hands.

Just as they had wanted it.

[neowinestainedress]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇. 𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, slight angst, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: feelings that shouldn’t exist surface after jaemin proposes to do something with hyejin after haechan declined, and things start to get complicated. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: they discuss a artwork that could potentially be triggering but idk how to warn you, maybe don't look for it if you're too sensitive (there are animals involved) there's nothing graphic in the chapter ofc 𝐖𝐂: +5k 𝐀/𝐍: please, please, leave feedback if you liked it, and reblog so the story can reach more people! enjoy ♡

Mondays were the worst days of the week. Sunday night was already a bummer when she couldn’t sleep over at Haechan’s place, it was a trauma to be alone after two nights spent by his side. But the idea of having to start another week was even worst. 

“Who the fuck woke me up so soon?” Yeri yelled, stomping down the stairs as the horn kept honking outside. 

“We don’t know,” Ningning replied, shrugging as she continued eating her breakfast. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? Why don’t you check?” The blonde huffed, walking just as angrily to the window. “Isn’t that Haechan’s car?” 

Hyejin furrowed a brow, gulping down the last bit of coffee left in her mug and walking to her friend. “Why would it be?” 

“I don’t know, ask your crazy boyfriend what is he doing at seven in the morning waking the neighbourhood up?” 

“It’s really him, what?” Hyejin gasped, finally seeing him sitting in the passenger seat. 

“Oh, he’s so romantic,” Ningning whispered, bringing her hands on her chest while Yeri glared at her before huffing loudly and storming back to her room, hoping to sleep for at least thirty minutes more. “Come on, go outside!” 

“I’m wearing my nightwear.” 

“Why would he care, move,” her friend urged, pushing her out of the door. 

Her hesitation disappeared when she started running to his car with a big smile on her face. “Hyuck?” 

“Hi, babe,” he said, rolling down the window. “Want me to drop you to work?” 

Her smile widened as she moved her head up and down swiftly. “But I still have to get dressed.” 

“Yeah, I can see,” he giggled, moving his eyes on her frame quickly. “I know it’s early, but I thought we could have breakfast together at the bar next to the library, how’s that sound? They have your favourite sweets.” 

“God, you really want to spoil me today, don’t you?” 

Haechan snorted, clicking his tongue. “As if I don’t spoil you always.” 

She chuckled before taking a few steps back. “I’ll be back soon, wait for me.” 

“Yeah, don’t rush, we have time.” 

She couldn’t don’t rush when rushing meant spending more time with him, also her clothes were already picked up from the night before, so she only needed to wash up and get dressed, and after less than ten minutes she was sitting next to him in the car, ready to start the week. 

“You dress too well to stay in a library all day,” Haechan commented, quickly glancing at her outfit as he drove through the streets of Seoul. 

“Don’t make me blush.”

“You still blush at my compliments?” He teased, smirking smugly. And she rolled her eyes. “Stop pretending not to know the effect you have on me, you know I probably will never stop reacting like a teenager at her first crush.” 

Haechan chuckled before a sweet smile crossed his face. “Because I am your first crush.” 

A sigh rolled from her lips just thinking about it. Thinking back at all the years of yearning for him felt so strange now that she had him right where she always wanted him, and she knew there was no way she was going to leave that haze behind. 

“Unfortunately,” she joked, making him gasp dramatically as he brought one hand to his chest. 

“You should be so glad you have me in your life. Look at you, in less than five minutes I’ll buy you your favourite cupcakes, and then I’ll drive you to work, and I’ll come pick you up this afternoon.” 

“You’ll pick me up?” 

“Do you prefer the metro?” 

“Oh, hell, no,” she replied, trying to hold back the mindless smile, but this was the best Monday in a while. It felt nice, and not so heavy like any other ones where the fears and doubts would slump over her shoulders. And once again her happy moment was him, the only time when she didn’t feel her chest get so heavy. 

“And here we are,” Haechan stated, luckily finding a parking spot right in front of her library that was only a few steps away from the bar. 

“You weren’t so happy yesterday, does Monday bring you a good mood?” She asked, searching for his arms to intertwine with hers as they started making their way to the bakery. 

“What do you mean I wasn’t so happy yesterday?” 

“You were grumpy, and you just seemed, I don’t know, not like this.” 

“Blame it on the Sunday melancholy,” he laughed. “No, but I don’t know, I thought I was fine, just wanted to chill inside the house all day with you.” 

“And Jaemin,” she giggled, pushing the front door open. The smell of freshly baked sweets and bread filled her nose, and the day immediately got better. 

“Please,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “He always clings to us, but I can’t complain, I missed having him around.” 

“I like him, he’s a fun guy and it’s so nice to talk with him.” 

“Yeah, but can we don’t focus on him even when we’re alone?” 

She laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I’m starving.” 

When the clock hit 5:30 pm, Haechan was outside of the library, waiting for Hyejin to come out. 

“Hi, honey,” he greeted, waving as he leaned against his car. “How was your day?” 

She looked happier, the smile on her face was too big for someone that usually hated the start of the week, and she almost jumped with every step she took. 

“Amazing,” Hyejin replied, throwing herself in his arm, surprising him so much he barely reciprocated the hug. 

“Really? Why?” He asked, opening the door for her before running to his side. 

“Guess what?” She exclaimed, turning to the side to stare at him, the smile on her face never fading. 

“What?” 

“I have two tickets to an art gallery for Saturday!” 

“An art gallery?” Haechan asked, furrowing his brows, and tilting his head. 

“Yeah, the one I wanted to go to, remember?” She was basically jumping on her seat, radiating happiness just at the idea. 

“Yeah, yeah, I do. The contemporary art one, right?” Haechan questioned, making sure he got it right. But, seeing how happy she was, the answer was quite obvious. 

“Yep,” Hyejin exclaimed, clapping her hands. 

“Are you going with Yeri?” 

Her smile dropped as soon as she registered his words. “What do you mean with Yeri?” 

“You’ve got two tickets, didn’t you?” 

She nodded, but the happiness on her face was gone, and her body was pressed against the seat. “Yeah, but I was thinking of going with you.” 

“Oh,” he gasped, diverting his gaze, hands falling on the wheel as his fingers tapped on it nervously. “I wish I could but…” 

“But what?” She asked, urging him to finish the phrase, a bitter edge hidden in her tone. “Already made promises to someone else?” 

“No, no, I just… you know I don’t like art… not contemporary art, to be honest.” 

“But I want to go.” 

“Well, can’t you go with someone else?” 

She opened her mouth to talk but shut it down immediately, slumping back on the seat and humming while pressing her lips together. 

“Hey, I just —” 

“No, it’s fine,” she stopped him, lifting a hand to stop his hand from touching her thigh, not turning to look at him, feeling too vulnerable as tears menaced escaping from her eyes. “I’ll go with someone else, don’t worry.” 

“Yeah, you know, you could go with someone that enjoys it.” 

Hyejin didn’t reply, only nodded as she started getting lost in the city outside. Did he genuinely want her to go with someone that shared her same passion or did he just didn’t get she wanted to spend some time with him? Either way, she was hurt and didn’t want to think about it. “Oh, can you drop me home? I have to help Yeri with something.” 

“Yeah, sure. Though, I thought we could spend at least dinner together.” 

“I don’t know, don’t want it to be too late…” She lied, nervously biting the inside of her cheek. 

“Oh, come on, we’ll eat quickly, I’ll drop you home before 8.” 

She sighed. The truth was she was sad, maybe even a bit mad, and didn’t want to spend more time with him, but then again, she felt she had no right to be mad, Haechan didn’t like art, and found it boring, while she loved it, so it was normal he didn’t want to go with her. That didn’t mean he loved her less than she loved him, or that he didn’t want to spend time with her, he wanted her to enjoy her day. 

“Yeah, fine, just don’t drop me too late,” she smiled, meeting his eyes, and watching as his lips curled in a smile too. 

Hyejin didn’t want to torment Haechan with the same questions, but the more the art gallery got close, the more she couldn’t help but feel sad he didn’t want to go with her. So there she was, one day before, begging him to go with her. 

“Then we can go whatever we want,” she repeated for the nth time, leaving the shoes at the side of the door to wear her slippers that were next to his. 

“Honey, I know, but…” Haechan huffed, fixing his hair and hanging the coat next to the door. It had been a constant nagging the entire ride back home and his brain was already exploding from work, that was the last thing he needed. “I’m exhausted, and I don’t even know if I’ll get up from bed tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin your day, you know I’m insufferable when I get no sleep.” 

“But it’s in the afternoon.” 

Haechan turned around, glaring at her. “You don’t like going to art galleries late, you want to be there first thing in the morning to avoid the queue, I know you.” 

Hyejin huffed, “True, but I would do it for you.” 

“And I said I don’t want to,” he replied before sighing when he saw her expression drop even more. “Hye, come here,” he whispered, pulling her closer by the waist, “I’m too tired for this, it was a long day of an even longer week and I want to spend the weekend rotting in bed. Can you go have fun for me?” 

Hyejin pushed down her throat a sniffle and nodded, keeping her lips together to avoid making weird sounds as she fought back tears. 

“Good,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. “I’ll go take a shower, if you are hungry start eating without me.” 

But all the hunger had left her as she dragged her body into the kitchen, surprised of seeing Jaemin there. 

“Oh, no, you listened to it all, didn’t you?” 

Jaemin raised his head, faking surprise and shrugging. “To what?” He had listened, but he didn’t want to seem like the roommate that couldn’t mind his business. Well, he was the roommate who couldn’t mind his business, but was it really his fault if they always bickered in the common spaces? 

She whined, sitting on the chair next to his, resting her head on the table. 

“Why are you sad?” He asked, closing the laptop after making sure he had saved what he was working on.

“I don’t want to distract you from your things.” 

“Nah, I was done anyway. Actually, I wanted to make dinner, wanna help?” 

She shook her head, lifting her upper body again to rub her hands on her face. “I’m not even hungry anymore.” 

Jaemin didn’t answer right away, he only studied her body and her nervous movements. “Did… did you fight?” 

“We didn’t fight, it’s just… oh never mind, I’m childish. He breaks his back at work, and I still whine when he’s too tired to do something with me.” 

“Is this about the art gallery?” 

“How do you know?” 

“Well, you’ve been talking about it for days, I heard you asked him two days ago, and then he talked about it with me.” 

“He did?” She asked, shifting on the seat. Jaemin hummed. “What did he say?” 

“Just that you wanted to go but he doesn’t like it.” 

Another huff rolled from her lips and Jaemin cocked his head to stare at her face that was now facing the table. “See, he just doesn’t like it, even if he wasn’t tired, he wouldn’t come, but is it so bad? We could even go skating after we’re done, I don’t care.” 

Jaemin coughed, fighting with his brain whether to be too upfront with her and tell her all the theories he kept making in his mind as he continuously studied them or not. It truly wasn’t his intention to pay so much attention to the details, but some red flags seemed so loud and clear to him, he couldn’t understand how Hyejin didn’t see them at all. 

“Did you talk to him?” 

“I ran out of words,” she scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “But it’s fine, I’ll gift them to somebody else.” 

“No,” Jaemin shouted, louder and quicker than he wanted to. “I mean, you want to go, you can’t give it up because he’s not coming.” 

“I know but I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to go with my friends,” she whispered, focusing on the design of the tablecloth to avoid his gaze, “neither Yeri nor Ningning want to come, and it’s fair, one has a date and the other one has her only free day, so…” 

“Can I come?” 

“What?” Her face lifted, staring at the young man in front of her with shock. 

“I mean, I’d like to go, if you want to, if it’s fine for you,” Jaemin said, the usual confidence of his voice faltering as he struggled to keep eye contact. 

“But I like to go there early and I’m annoying because I really love contemporary art and everybody hates it, I mean, I kinda hate it too but I think it’s funnier sometimes, you have so much freedom to come up with things when you look at the art and you can criticize it, oh, see,” she chuckled as she realized she started to talk no-stop. “I’m even worse when I have it in front of me.” 

Jaemin chuckled, grabbing her hand and caressing it. “I talk too much, too, so it would be incoherent for me to criticize you, don’t you think so?” 

“Yeah, but you talk about interesting things…” she said, quickly moving her eyes from their hands to his eyes. 

“This is interesting. So, what time tomorrow?” 

Hyejin’s smile reached ear to ear while the hype sparkled in her again, the idea of not having to go there alone and being with someone that seemed as interested as she was, was the best news of the day. 

“7:30, so we can be there at 8:00.” 

“Early bird, got it.” 

Jaemin wasn’t interested in contemporary art at all. To be honest, he simply never understood it and found it nerve-wracking how the lines about the definition of art blurred after the ‘60. But as he drove to the gallery he realized that he had found someone that was going to make him change his mind. 

Hyejin was the personification of happiness and excitement. When he parked out of her house at 7:20, she was already there, waiting under the porch, and rushed inside in the blink of an eye. And now she couldn’t stop talking about the things they were going to see. 

“Ever thought about being a teacher?” Jaemin asked, stopping her explanation of the life of Jean-Michel Basquiat. 

“Me? A teacher?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I know your dream is to be an artist but maybe you could teach and start your artist career as a side hustle.” 

“Oh, I’ve never thought about it. Do you think I’d be great?” 

“I think you’d be amazing,” he smiled, making her look away. 

“Well, I love my book club with kids, I wait for Friday mostly for them.” 

“See,” he said. “I’ve never seen you, but I think you’re good with them.” 

“You got that just from my rants that probably already gave you a headache?” 

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed. “I love how you explain things, it’s simple and clear, but you still give nice details and your passion is loud.” 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, biting her nails, and smiling shyly at him. 

“It’s the truth,” Jaemin smiled back before looking at the road again. 

When they exited the place it was around 10:00 am, the sun was by now high in the sky and the temperature was warmer, but none of them wanted to go back home, so they decided to go for a walk. 

“So, are you traumatized?” Hyejin asked, walking at his side, feeling their shoulders brush. “You didn’t talk much.” 

“Oh, I didn’t…” 

“Was it disappointing?” 

“No, I’m just speechless. Okay, so I never cared much about contemporary art, and I didn’t find it boring like Haechan, but I found it irritating.” 

“And you still came here for me?” She asked, not able to kill the smile that was forming on her face. 

Jaemin nodded, smiling shyly. 

“Oh, I owe you something.” 

“No, you don’t because I loved it,” he confessed.  

“You did? You don’t have to lie, I don’t take it personally.” 

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled. “But you are too good of a teacher and I’ve learned new things and turns out it is funny to stare at a blank canvas and see whatever the hell I want in it.” 

Hyejin laughed, mind going back to when the guide asked what they saw in that painting and he nonchalantly said ‘a burger’. “The guide wanted to kill you.” 

“What? It’s freedom of speech and imagination, ugh?” He laughed, eyes crinkling up. “Okay, I’m just starving, I was starting to see food everywhere.” 

“Want to have brunch?” 

“Should we? Even if after seeing ‘Mother and child divided’ I’m not so hungry anymore, especially not for burgers.” 

Hyejin chuckled, shaking her hair to move the long strands of the bang from her eyes. “The love-hate relationship I have with that work is not unexplainable.” 

Jaemin’s face twisted in disgust for a moment. “There’s a way to love it?” 

“I mean, I like the double message, and mostly I love how the mother and son relationship has always been a pivotal point in art and in this work is so… revolutionized. Think about it, when you think about that in art what comes to mind?” 

Jaemin thought about it for a minute before answering, “The Madonna and Jesus?” 

“Exactly! A holy image, of the purest kind of love, in an idyllic setting and then, all of a sudden, this is gone, it’s macabre and cruel. The love that should last forever, that bond that should never break, is torn apart. And it’s portrayed by a cow and a calf put in a tank. It’s shocking, but cool… if only those animals weren’t real. But also, if they were plastic, would it induce the same sense of irritation and anger? Like, seeing that makes me angry for so many things, the idea that a child was torn in two and separated by his mother is cruel and revolting,” she explained, gesticulating and stopping herself because she had so much to say. 

His lips curled in a soft smile as he stared at her getting so worked up. “I only stopped at revolting when I saw it, so that’s what I mean when I say you have so much passion in you.” 

Hyejin chuckled. “That’s why I stopped hating contemporary art so much, I was like you, getting mad and saying that it wasn’t real art, but then when you study those artists and what they want to say, you realize that you will always play their game. Every time you say that you could’ve done it too, that it’s outrageous, that it took them nothing, you pay them attention, you try to find a meaning in what they do and even if you think you’re not, they have you hooked on their art.” 

Jaemin smiled tenderly. “So you say, you might as well take a jump in their no sense and have fun?” 

“Exactly.” 

“And what about you?” 

“Me?” 

“Your art? Do you want to traumatize people, too?” 

“No, don’t worry, you won’t find corpses of any kind in the freezer because I need them for artistic purposes,” she joked. “Should we talk about this in there? It looks like a nice restaurant?” She asked when a sign caught her attention as they were walking by. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

When they entered the place, they sat down at a table and ordered something to eat. 

“So, you were saying?” 

“My art is simple, classic, basic.” 

Jaemin glared at her. “I’d love to see the passion you put into other people’s art into yours.” 

“I try to but I… I don’t even know what my art is anymore. It was personal, and it has always worked as a diary. I’m pretty good at different things, from realism to abstractionism, I do well even with sculptures, but I don’t think what I loved about my art was the technique. I loved the way my hands followed my heart, I would vomit my emotions on the canvas and just let go. I didn’t even care when I had to try and retry. Now I know I would start to compulsively look at the tiniest details, the proportions are not perfect at 100%, the spacing between the eyes looks weird, the shadows are surely wrong, and on and on and on…” 

Jaemin sighed, smiling briefly at the waitress that brought their drinks and the appetizers. “Why?” 

Hyejin shrugged before bringing the glass to her lips. “I… I can’t afford that. I want a future with Haechan, but we can’t have it now with a job that pays me, imagine if I drop everything to live off with art. I can’t put this weight on him.” 

“But you could at least still keep the flame alive?” He dared to say. 

“And how? I don’t have time for that.” 

Jaemin snorted and she raised a brow. “What’s so funny?” 

“I’m just… never mind.” 

“No, speak, or I’ll make art right now by pushing a fork in your arm.” 

“Fine, fine,” he gave up. “Instead of coming to our place every evening to cook, you could go to your place and paint.” 

“Damn, you really don’t want me home,” she joked.  

“When did I say it?” He asked, raising a brow. “It’s just... Haechan works but then he always finds time to play games with Jeno, or go out with some other friends, or even just chill on the sofa. You? You come home and cook and clean…” 

“I do it because I want to.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he dismissed her, looking at his plate because he knew it was a lost cause to start with.  

Hyejin furrowed. “You still think he treats me like a maid?” 

“I’m not saying he treats you like a maid, I’m saying you… you love him too much.” 

“What?” She gasped.

“You can do it for him. I know you just want to stay under the same roof and know that he’s in the other room and have dinner together, but you loved art and you shouldn’t push that passion away completely.”

“I didn’t push it away for him, it won’t give me a future. And I know what I want, I have to work hard for that.” 

Jaemin hummed, biting back the bitter remark, stopping himself from screaming why can’t you see the evidence? “And what’s the future?” 

“So you can judge even that?” She joked, but the bitter edge in her voice reached his ears anyway. 

He felt a painful clench in his heart and his smile dropped. “I only care for you, I don’t want to judge.” 

“I know you do, but I’m a grown-up, and we have to make decisions when we grow up, don’t we? If I do what I do, it’s because I want to and because I know that going to my place and starting to paint when that paint won’t see the light of the day will just kill me more.” 

Jaemin nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sorry for being… too much into your business.” 

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” 

The first intention was to go home, but when after taking a different route because the road was closed, they saw an amusement park, they couldn’t help but stop by. 

“You have no idea how many times I begged Haechan to come with me,” Hyejin said, hopping around. 

“Damn, always too tired from work, isn’t he?” Jaemin whispered bitterly but she barely heard. 

“What?” 

“No, nothing, you’re here now, isn’t it nice?” 

Her smile widened even more as she nodded. “I love it.”

“So, any ride you’d like to try?” He asked, trying to turn into a tomato when her hand searched for his. 

“Mhh, don’t know. Any suggestion?”

He cleared his throat, looking around, more to find an excuse to don’t have to look into her shiny eyes than to look at the attractions. “I mean, are you in a rush? Because if you’re not, we can try them all for me.”

Her eyes lit up while her lips moved up in a grin. “Are you sure?” She asked, trying to mask the happiness and excitement in her voice. 

Jaemin nodded, “Anything you want.”

“Carousel first.”

After two hours they tried every ride in the park, even going on some twice. They felt strained, but adrenaline was rushing in their bones as they talked about anything and everything and occasionally sang and danced along to the music coming from the big speakers at the corners. 

“Oh look, you can win a couple of bunnies!” Hyejin exclaimed, seeing the stand as they were walking out of the park. 

“Do you want them?” Jaemin asked, staring at where her finger was pointing. 

“Yes! So I can give one to Hycuk.” 

Jaemin shouldn’t have felt that twisting pain in his heart as those words left her mouth and she started walking speedily to the booth to try to win the plushies, but he felt it anyway. He couldn’t believe she was so blindly in love with Haechan. But he shrugged it off and followed her. 

Jaemin stood a few steps back, leaning against the pillar of the stall as he watched her handle the gun and shoot at the cans, failing all her tries of the first round. A smile curled his lips as she huffed and shook the bangs out of her face to try to get a better aim. But when even the second try failed, Jaemin couldn’t stand looking at her sulk on it more. 

“I’ll try,” he said, handing the money to the cashier and taking the water gun from her hands. 

“Jaem, you don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said, turning around and smiling at her. “I want to.” Jaemin would’ve indulged more in her cheeks heating up and the big smile on her face if it wasn’t for the bell ringing, signalling the start of the game. 

“You need to take down five of them to get the bunnies,” the man behind the cashier reminded him when he knocked the first one down. 

Hyejin rolled her eyes, grunting lowly because there was no need to be so annoying. But even though she was cheering on him, she didn’t expect him to keep pushing the cans down. His aim was perfect, and nothing could distract him from his goals. And so lost in everything, she stopped thinking that he was so handsome, it was a shame he was still single. But when the bell rang and brought her out of her thoughts, she saw the score on the screen. 

“I can��t believe you won them,” she screamed when Jaemin turned around, winking at her before grabbing the two plushies from the man in the stand and handing them to her. 

Jaemin smiled tenderly, watching her jump on the spot as she held them tight on her chest. He shrugged, starting to walk over to the parking lot as she followed by his side. “It seemed like you wanted them badly, thought I could help.” 

Her eyes lit up more before she stood on her tiptoes to leave a small peck on his cheeks. “Thank you so much. You’re the best. I can’t wait to give this to Hyuck.” 

Jaemin’s smile turned bitter, but his cheeks were still bright red from the kiss of before. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

“I hope so,” she said, trailing off as she waited for him to open the car. “I don’t know, sometimes I feel like… it’s almost as if I don’t know him anymore.” 

“You’re not sure he would like them?” Jaemin asked, watching her play with the fur of the plush before starting the car to head home. 

Hyejin shrugged, letting out a low huff. “It’s not about these, it’s about a lot of things. I’ve known him since forever, and yet sometimes I get this feeling we’re almost strangers.” 

Jaemin chuckled. “You two? Strangers?” 

“Yeah, it’s absurd, right?” She said, looking at him. Jaemin nodded and she sighed again. “Maybe it’s just life that makes it hard. But I hate that I do things for him thinking he’ll love them and then he’s just not as excited as me, or not like I expect him to be… with me.”

Jaemin kept quiet, he didn’t know what to say. Honestly, he didn’t want to hurt her with what he thought was the reason. As the months went by, he simply thought they both loved each other deeply but differently and somehow it made it look like Haechan loved her a bit less. 

“I feel like I became too much for him, you know? And I’m always afraid I’ll do something wrong. I don’t want to upset him, but also I miss what we used to have when we were in college. He always found a way to spend time with me, he would help me study even if he didn’t know a thing about my degree,” she said with a small melancholic smile on her face. “God, he even asked for the recipe of a dish I loved to prepare it at home because we couldn’t go out often.”

Jaemin smiled, caressing the hand on her thigh in reassurance. “He loves you, don’t doubt that.” 

“I know,” she whispered, clearly trying to fight back tears, “but I wonder if we’re right for each other. He never…” she sighed, looking out of the window and taking a deep breath. “He never saw me, not like I would see him. And… oh, Jesus, I’m so annoying, aren’t I?” 

“No, you’re not,” he reassured. “Let it out, Hyejin. It’s alright.” 

“No, because it’s just me and my stupid paranoias. I loved him for so long, hurting so much because he would see right through me, and now that I have him, I still have that lingering fear I am not enough. I try so hard to keep this up because I’m terrified I’ll lose a friend before I’ll lose a lover.” 

Jaemin gulped, feeling heaviness in his heart. Haechan meant so much to her. He wanted to say these paranoias were useless, but he didn’t feel like lying. “I don’t think you should stress about it. Now let’s go home and give him that bunny, alright? He’ll love it.” 

Hyejin forced a smile on her lips and blinked the tears away before nodding. But the silence that surrounded them felt agonizing, so she had to fill it somehow. “Remember when I told you about Zoya?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“She asked me and Haechan to hang out next week, I thought you could tag along.” 

“Oh,” he whispered, swallowing the gulp in his throat, “to get to know her?” 

“Yes, of course, silly. Why else?” She asked, pushing him playfully. 

“I love how you keep not-so-subtly telling me I’m bitchless,” he chuckled and she laughed too. 

“I just think you two would make a great match,” she explained. “And I…” she breathed out, biting the inside of her cheek, “… I kinda don’t want to be just us. It doesn’t even have to be to get with her, just to hang out with us and make a new friend.” 

“Why don’t you want to be just you, her and Hyuck? I thought you were friends?” 

“Yes, we are,” she replied. “I don’t mind being just us, but it’s been just us for years, nothing wrong with adding another one,” she clarified, voice shaking and fingers fidgeting with the paw of the toy. 

Jaemin glimpsed at her, not convinced at all, but shrugged. “Fine, I’ll come.” 

“Perfect! I’ll tell her tomorrow, so she can book the table for four,” Hyejin cheered, beaming at him. “I think we’ve gone too far from home.” 

“Yeah, I just noticed how far we’ve driven to get to that park,” he chuckled. “Are you tired?” He asked when she yawned. 

Hyejin giggled in embarrassment and then nodded. “A bit.” 

“You can rest if you want,” he proposed her. “I think we won’t be home sooner than an hour.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone.” 

“No, don’t worry. Just relax.” 

“Thank you.” 

As he ever so often glimpsed at her falling asleep on the passenger seat, Jaemin realized a painful truth; he didn’t want Zoya or any other woman, he wanted her. 

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