#it actually encourages me to do what i want

[madelinenerdfighter]

Please can the Communists take away my bad air?

Today 54 pm2

At is worst 90pm2

I live in social housing in BC Canada. This has been going on since august. Now I'm taking them to the residential tenancy board who seem to be taking it seriously as they triaged the hearing much earlier than is normal. But who knows what that will actually mean.

And it turns out that nowhere in British Columbia do we have a residential air quality division even though we have Civic codes around it. That was quite the runaround is divisions kept sending me to other divisions and back again

It's making me so sick. Before they put me on mega doses of antihistamines this happened mid-august 2023

Ventilation ductwork has not been cleaned in the 27 years that I've lived here. Unless elves did it while we were sleeping LOL

I have to keep the heat off or it sucks up the bad air through the walls. I have to keep my window and balcony door open to try to mitigate the air and keep the temperature down because the downstairs neighbors like to cook bake for up to 19 hours and there's two of them so it's like someone is pooping and showering and using fragranced products and cooking and baking inside my apartment.

Temperature inside my apartment

There's more terrible to the story, but I think that sums up why I definitely want the Communists to take away my bad air!

Also please can the communists also take away my bullying property portfolio manager as well? Rather than deal with what was clearly a bad air issue before my air got bad, this is the notice he sent to the whole building populated by low income seniors and persons with disabilities under the guise of protecting people's right to enjoy their apartment rather than buying a vowel and realizing that the sudden increase in complaints means the there is something wrong with the valentilation system.

FYI marijuana is legal here and my building is designated is allowing smoking inside residents apartments. Also FYI I am very allergic to all these substances, but even so thought this was a ridiculous notice especially considering it was the middle of summer, beyond hot, and this is a population that can't afford air conditioners. So I have this crazy idea that maybe they should deal with the actual issues not threaten a vulnerable population

Notice reads on pale pink paper like that makes it okay:

*dear residents

(bold) RE unacceptable behavior marijuana tobacco smoke and other substances smoke

Recently our office received at several complaints regarding the strong smell of marijuana as well as tobacco smoke emanating from some of the suites into the common areas of the building and property. Another problem that was brought to our attention is the issue of some tenants smoking tobacco marijuana and other substances with open windows/doors

I would like to remind to all tenants that this behavior is clearly taking away from the other residents their right to have enjoyment of their homes and / or property as it creates public nuisance. Please note this unacceptable behavior may result in and steps being taken to end tenancy

If you wish to discuss this forever you can contact me at, redacted

Sincerely, redacted*

So yes, can the Communists please come take away this ppm who has confused property portfolio manager with feudal Lord.

And this is all on top of the fact that I can't get baseline supports to survive. Info in petition

And the bad air situation is making me extra extra sick and it's costing me so much money in HEPA filters and mega dose antihistamines, ER visit an extra Health supports that I was already out of pocket on etc which is taking away critical energy from focusing on this petition.

And All the while I've been living month to month on GoFundMe money after going 45,000 in medical debt on a disease that no province in Canada even has a medical service provider healthcare category of coverage so the feds have stats so they can start properly doing research and educating physicians.

I still haven't gotten a Canadian legacy Media to do a story and how the heck does anything change if the supreme Court and the human rights tribunal in Canada and British Columbia consider what's happening to me to be a political(yeah I spent years trying to push your rock up that hill). Although I'm extremely grateful for this UK article

And a small market piece that happened the year before

And there have been other small market pieces (pinned tweet of @iammadelinepod Twitter). And I have definitely appreciated that

But seriously, Canadian legacy Media said the only reason they weren't doing stories about my situation is that I wasn't fully public. They wouldn't protect my identity to protect my life. So I've thrown caution to the when, and I'm now fully public and crickets continue. And this for a disease, longviral myalgicE, that stats Canada says has been gaining additional sufferers at a rate of 37% at the third covid infection. Epstein-Barr got me 45 years ago, and I can say with 100% confidence that I am theur Canary in the coal mine

So when low income people especially low income people with disabilities, on top of all the other obstacles that we're dealing with, have to deal with unhealthy living situations, it can be a capsizing and deadly situation.

So yes, definitely, can the Communists come and take all this nonsense away too? I'd very much like to not be dead due only to lack of supports

The communists want to take away YOUR MOLD

[opal-owl-flight]

John. John Splatoon. The man, the goofball the sweetest man youll see. Chatty, bubbly, and gives really good team morale.

But things arent all sweet.

I wonder if he shuts himself up when he feels hes being *too* jolly.

His family is kind. Its not their fault. Yknow how people are fucking mean to those who are very excited abt things.

I think he had an experience like that. Tanara was thankfully there when things started getting really bad.

John was made fun of when he first started turfing. He was just sooo excited abt it all. So enthusiastic!! He studied abt the greats, the top players, all that. And the bitchass mean kids thought itd be funny to crush his dreams.

They made fun of him when he rambles abt strategy. They mocked him whenever he tries to be a hero and gets fucking splatted for it (OH GEE, IF HIS TEAMMATES WERE ACTUALLY *HELPING* HIM HE WOULDNT HAVE GOTTEN GOT).

One time I think some bastard jammed his weapon so it was unusuable for a while, and he was unable to turf.

"Good riddance," the team had said. "That beak is finally quiet for once."

Tanara saw this happening and decided to stand up for him.

They saw this boy getting picked on, and didnt hesitate in open firing at the bastards. Didnt care if theyll get banned for a week for firing a weapon off the field.

"|Hey, are you the guy who cornered me in the last match? Color me impressed.|"

Tanara doesnt stand for bullies. Ever. They hate seeing these kinds of people in the leagues. They hate the fact that these nutjobs are so good at the game!!! they want to make the leagues a fun place for everyone. None of this fuckinh bullshit. From a young age theyve already defended others. Wanted to make a better world where everyone can just be who they wanted to be, grow into their best selves.

The orange squid was a big help. With them actually recognizing his talent and running by his side,,,

They made him believe in himself. Fuck what everyone else says.

"|We won because of your strategy,|" they sign. "|If it werent for you, we'd have lost the tournament.|"

And hes given a smile of encouragement. Oh, sweet understanding, sweet recognition.

For a tender year they and John built a strong team and friendship. John became this cheery man bc of them.

They helped him stand up for himself. Helped him in the art of not giving a fuck. Or raining retribution where it is applicable (the duo have sent bullies crying after giving fjem say -- a 20 second rainmaker match)

Whenever someone tries to make fun of him in the later years, or now -- even if Tanara is out of the picture bc theyre getting blended -- he will literally ignore the naysayers. Bc he knows. He knows Tanara believes in him. He knows his team believes in him. He knows many others do, as well.

He knows his own capabilities. He knows what his limits. And hes. God, theres a reason hes second in command. Hes smart about the sport. Hes scary on the field. Dont let the goofy attitude fool you. Hes having fun but you on enemy team wont!

Some people are recently saying that Tanara left their old team bc John was lagging too far behind them, that Ink Typh∞n is the natural next step for them.

Dead wrong dipshits. If anything, those two are eye to eye.

If Tanara wasnt forced to retire, theyf still be fighting by his side.

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Ofc its not all perfect. He still shuts down sometimes. Shuts himself up if he gets scared of offending someone/in general.

If he doesnt get reassurance or proves to himself/his naysayers of his own capabilities, he starts going quiet, smiling less.

Those wounds still hurt, Im afraid....

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And what about after Octo Expansion.

What was going through his mind?

Like....this is your best friend. The one who helped you become the man you are. They were your role model. Theyre so strong, so assured. Confident. Ruthless on the turf. So skilled that nothing can faze them. Believed in you like no one else did.

And youre watching them seem to get worse day by day.

Theyre closing up. Theyre not telling you anything. You reach out but they dismiss you. And their colors only get more desaturated with time. They still believe in you, but its clear that theres something bothering them.

You try to share your joy with them, talking about the things you liked. Like old times. It turns out however, that the character you idolized in the media you consume, is them.

And it explains everything.

An entire secret double life and they didnt tell you.

You were their best friend. They were by your side when you struggled to make it in this city. They gave you assurance when your confidence started to fail.

They were your hero.

Where were you then, when they needed one themself?

They slump into John's arms,,

Theyre only older than him by a year. but they feel so,,

They feel so frail. A shadow of how they used to be. A body broken by war, a mind and heart ravaged by worry and vigilance and the weight of the world on their shoulders.

They tell him that they dont want him to take this load. They tell him he doesnt deserve it.

He says he has no plans of getting into this, not directly. He just wants them to come back to him after duty, or allow him to help in any way he can.

He'll just wait by the door, like he always has.

And hes holding them. He wants to keep them there til everything becomes okay again.

[bluespinksyellows]

Derek: *very drugged up with a giant grin on his face* Hi

Stiles: *giggles* hi

Derek: *with an even bigger and sappier smile* hi

Stiles: *trying not to laugh while also looking so hopelessly in love* hi

Derek: You're pretty... You're so pretty. Your eyes are pretty, your nose is pretty, your mouth is pretty, everything about you is so pretty. I love everything about you. Your whiskey-colored eyes are so beautiful that I still get lost in them no matter how many times I see them. Your upturned nose is so cute that every time you scrunch your nose in concentration I can feel my own heartbeat accelerate. Your mouth is the most perfect little cupids bow it's hard not to stare at it every time you talk. You are just so pretty you're like an angel. A sassy sarcastic angel but an angel. My angel. It's fitting. That you're my angel. You saved me. In every way possible you saved me. Before you, it was hard to be awake. Hard not just to stay alive but to want to stay alive. Hard to live. Hard to just.... breathe. But then you happened. You stumbled straight into my life and made it so much better. Not immediately. No. Not at all. But gradually. Slowly. So slowly, I didn't realize it was happening. But you taught me hope. And trust. And you taught me love. Not just how to give it but to receive it. You taught me how to live. Not just to survive but to live a life I would enjoy. When we met I thought you would be the death of me. Ironic to think you're the reason I'm alive. You've saved my life literally many times but you saved it again and again without even knowing. Like an angel. I don't know what I would do without you now and I don't want to. You are my home. And my hope. You are my happiness. And my heart. And I love you for that. I love you with everything I am. With my body and my soul and my mind. I love you.

Stiles: *on the verge of tears* And I love you

Derek: I know. I know you love me. I've never doubted it. You've never let me doubt it. Because it's in everything you do. When you hug me after a long day. When you pepper my face with kisses when you know I'm in a bad mood. When you brash my shoulder after you pass by me in the kitchen when we're cooking. When you run your fingers through my hair while we listen to music on the couch. When you hold my hand whenever we go somewhere, and there are too many people... When you get defensive of me anytime I'm made uncomfortable by anyone. When you scold the pack for pushing me too far. When you scold me for doing or thinking something stupid. When you encourage me to try. When you praise me for doing something good. When you understand when I make mistakes. When you push me to be better but still love me when I can't. I've never doubted your love. It's one of the only guarantees I know. Because you love me. I gave you my whole heart and it's never once been hurt by you. Only healed.

Stiles: *actually crying*

Derek: *still with a goofy smile* I'm gonna marry you one day. I will.

Stiles: *can barely talk* Lucky me

Derek: *fervently shaking his head* Nope. Trust me I'm the lucky one.

[gangstalkerbarbie]

People in general are for some reason widely encouraged to reduce other people to monoliths that they then need to have some strong feeling about, and subsequently surprised when this leads to interpersonal conflict with people who feel aggrieved. Long post, sorry, here's a cut.

There are hyperobjects in existence which are composed of the actions and views of millions of people individually but fuck us all in concert, like capitalism or the construction of race. And then there are the people grouped in them, and like, are you seriously imagining you're doing something about any ism at large by harassing any individual?

I'm a Ukrainian Jew of an obscure little mix of particular ethnicities considered indigenous to Ukraine by the UN, all of which have seen some horrors in living memory that were only sort of related to also being Jewish.

When I came to America everyone except for white people decided I was white. This has materially impacted my wellbeing from a "the establishment cares about me any amount and my daily life is faintly normal" perspective in oh, just about no way at all. A really weird amount of people here have really weird feelings about The Polack, The Russian Spy, The Ukrainian Whore and all the rest (the average American racist who does not live online is still unable to distinguish them and disdains them all equally). But it's isolating, because there's no one other than people in the former USSR diaspora to relate to about it. I survived some fuck shit just to experience this, let me tell you. I wouldn't rather go do all that again, but seriously, all that for this?

I have zero experiences in common with Anglo-Saxons or any of the people they've let into the club — in fact the club has done things like detain and interrogate me at borders on the assumption I was traveling to prostitute myself (emphasis on why that's bad for me to do and also a crime, not on how it's human trafficking, also YES in case you are not aware it has dominated my life since I was a young teen and need it confirmed, the war, though not the part the west decided to care about, was on at the time).

The club and people in club proximity abuse me in the workplace because Slavs are to them intrinsically abuseable and I have no community to protect me (leaving aside my personal thoughts about my identity, this is how I am perceived here).

People here just generally treat me in a manner that enables me to relate to the experience of WOC and alienates me from white women. The really fun kicker is that neither group as I encounter it in meatspace wants me because I'm an exotic Eastern menace to all of them, but whatever, I'm straight, I can make American friends online. I'm sure it's different in other states and I was just unlucky.

I can't imagine what people get out of directing ethnic-beef catharsis at me, but I hope it helps, because it's kind of fucking shitty to do, you know? So coming from here I can sympathise with guys and also with real white people, who actually do belong to some category comprising a hyperobject whose particular systemic manifestation violates people's human rights, but have never or think they've never personally done anything. I actually have never personally done anything and neither have any of my ancestors, and people feel oppressed by me for no reason to do with me personally too. It probably feels kind of weird knowing that your great grandpappy actually was a segregationist and no one will ever give you any benefit of any doubt about it. Something about Puritan guilt culture?

Tbf though, me, I'm constantly annoyed by receiving only one of the benefits (white police ignore me if there's other people to harass, and I'm not la migra's first priority, which is also true of for example many Arabs and at least used to be true of Chinese people, in case you need a familiar benchmark for where I'm at) and all of the flak from everyone else about everything.

Material realities aside, it takes a lot to be normal about this for me, so like yeah ok I'm willing to accept that men or white people or whoever find it confronting that some people might exist who they think go around thinking accusatory thoughts about them. I don't fault them for their guilt complex. I have an irrational, probably indelible "holy shit fuck all of you and your dumbfuck invasive imperialist caste system, project it on my ancient and anciently diverse specific regional culture which is in your framework actively being colonised right now one more time I fucking dare you" complex about literally everyone in the Anglospheric race meta, which I have to actively restrain to have a public life and be able to make friends; everybody's got their brain roaches. Mine is that nowhere near everyone is ever actually doing that, but I've Pavloved myself, and this is my bitter melon.

And does it kind of blow to be put in a position where /I/ have to check my anger at being abused and therapise the objectively more powerful person trying to hurt me, yeah, no shit. I'm going to have to commend the last person's mom because if anyone in any setting where I have any rights at all (not a citizen, very few of them) yells at me, it's over for them and I'm not negotiating that, someone else can educate that person. I'm defending myself thanks. I was born desperate and value nothing, try me.

But not everyone who's in some American way privileged over me and has some dumb ideas about me is constantly trying to hurt me — sometimes people are just angry and tired and ignorant, and bell hooks is right.

Sometimes, if you're not in danger in a situation (you make that call, idk anything about you), it's worth remembering that the systems that create abusers also abuse the entire demographic the abusers come from. And you can't dismantle the master's house with the master's tools. If you could, braver and smarter people than us would have succeeded already, and we wouldn't have to have, like, revolutions about it, like the October Revolution, or the Haitian, or the Cuban.

Racism and patriarchy both make the people they ostensibly uplift emotionally kind of stunted in relation to the people they enable them to hold power over, and incline them to scream and wave that power at the nearest convenient target when remotely threatened by anything. All my homies who've ever tried to assist a bewildered but entitled Russian or American tourist, for example, understand this intimately. We've all served a Karen.

It's a cage-fighting-dog-eat-learned-helplessness-experiment-dog world out there. You kind of learn to treat the ones you can tolerate like children, by which I don't mean dehumanise them, I mean just ... be gentle when you can, assume that you're the one with emotional maturity and experience of the world here (you are, the system requires that you be the only one in this dialectic to develop either). 90% of the time they're lashing out because they feel small and tortured, and with men in many places in general they've been taught to replace most emotions with anger. Do what you want with that information, but it helps just to know it.

Because who do your sons learn about men's world from? Grown men, regardless of what you want, that's just how it works. If there are no men that do not merely believe but actively know that compassion is something everyone deserves, the boys will grow up to reject it as girl shit or female manipulation or whatever it is now, and that's how we got where we are with the American men situation, where I saw meat chocolates being sold for Valentine's day the other day that were like, military sasquatch-themed. (The fever dream nature of American children's everything is a topic for another post.)

No one I saw bought them because they're dumb, but think about what this means: men here both reject love as false when it appears and hypothetically expect sincere love to be provided, and that in a way that isn't emasculating according to farcical rules their women don't even think to keep up with, dictated to them by the online manosphere, in the logic of an abuser. That logic is reproduced and shown to children and teenagers on the scale of however many people shop at that Walmart.

What dude blew up at his girl for getting him heart chocolates and who thought the solution was not divorce immediately but heart-shaped sasquatch jerky? When the next guy beats someone up over that, are they going to replace the hearts with little tanks? Where are any cultural representations of healthy, humanising, respectful love between men and women?

There's no help for those chuds, I don't think, they're already gone. And I would never date one, but even just to prevent someone you know from metastasizing into that, I think it's worth it to put in the emotional labour of checking in on guys in your life, if you have any. Keep it to the ones you like or can't avoid, don't worry about random dicks unless you have bandwidth that day and want to. You're one person, random dicks are their mums' responsibility in the end, it's hard out here for a bitch and that's already an impact on life for future generations of children.

When I say this I'm really mostly saying it, for your safety, about little and teenage boys, who are still malleable and less likely to be able to hurt you. Kudos if you can do this for shitty adult male strangers, but realistically I reject the focus on what we can do for them over any attempt to get them to think about what they should quit doing to us, I'm sorry if that's bad intersectional feminism, I'm human though. I have this same take regarding race relations if you needed to know I'm consistent: be constructive if you can, disengage if you can't, it's not your job to educate anyone in the sense that you have the right to leave any situation arbitrarily whenever, but at the same time it is somebody's sometime, because the government literally deliberately hoards and obscures knowledge of reality from these overclasses.

Kids, however, the future of any society? Them punks can't read, it's like, a whole national literacy crisis. Where are they going to even learn about what to read, let alone find it, if there are all these men shooting up schools and politicians screwing with the curriculum? As a general rule I go out of my way for all children and I think so should you. They're not going to learn to be responsible when they're bigger and stronger than other people unless when they're little and weak, adults are unconditionally responsible with them.

Cultural change starts with the children and their caregivers and relies on public opinion, so in whatever small ways are possible I think we should try to be good influences on the next generation.

If you can't be fucked to engage with strange men, which is honestly completely understandable, I don't cultivate them either, then model kindness to children and the old people raising them. That will help more than playing therapist to people who don't think you're people, anyway, though you'll know which men you can help because they know you also have a soul when you see them, and I think it can't hurt to be kind.

part of the reason i love how bell hooks talks about masculinity is that she shows real compassion towards men suffering from the effects of toxic masculinity. she was conscious of how we need to unlearn the ways we talk about men + masculinity just as much as we need to unlearn the same for women + femininity. so many times ill see someone talking about toxic masculinity like (hyperbolizing here but only slightly) "these FUCKING STUPID BABY BITCHES won't MAN UP and go to a therapist!!!" and like. i get the anger. but you see feminists recreating patriarchal manhood by only promoting good behaviors through patriarchal frameworks. any use of the term "real men" is bad because it reifies the idea that manhood is a special title you must earn, and it is something possible to fail and fake. & as important as it is to promote sexual equality + the pleasure of non-cis-men, lots of people are essentially still working with the idea that men need sexual prowess to have worth but just shifting it slightly so there is more emphasis on women's pleasure. but I want cis men to think about their partners' pleasure because they care about their partners, not because they need to check a box in order to keep their man card. and don't get me started on small dick jokes– and the absolutely pitiful excuse people will use that "well, I don't believe it, but misogynistic men get upset when I say it, so it's okay!"

basically bell hooks is so fucking right. in order to create loving men we need to love men, simply for being alive, whether or not they are performing. as much as we need to actively unlearn misogyny (and we do), it's equally vital we unlearn patriarchal ways of seeing manhood. we can't just assume that taking a feminist perspective automatically means there is no work to be done there.

[delugyu]

bsf kai and dry humping send tweet

ohhh anon u get me so well 😇

(wc: 2.3k / warnings: college au, virgin loser kai, corruption kink, some humiliation, dry humping, cumming in pants)

Hanging out with Kai is usually a very routine thing: you get food somewhere around campus, you bring him back to your dorm, and you talk for hours until he decides to leave—or until you convince him to go to some frat party with you.

“This sucks. I need to stop saying yes to you all the time.” His words make you laugh. You both know he’ll never stop saying yes to you.

“You might enjoy things more if you actually try to have fun,” you say. “Or if you have one of these.” You hold your plastic cup out to him until he takes it from you, staring at it like it’s some foreign object.

“I don’t drink,” he finally replies, looking up at you again. It’s funny how awkward he looks with the drink in his hand. He’s so stiff and uncomfortable.

“Liar. We got wasted together last month.”

He flushes red at your callout. “That’s different! It was only us!”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone’s drunk here. What difference does it make?”

Kai pouts and looks off to the rest of the people. Everyone’s dancing and singing and playing drinking games, meanwhile you and Kai are stuck leaning against some wall where no fun is going on. Boring! You take his arm and start pulling him towards the party, throwing him a grin over your shoulder as his eyes bug out at your boldness.

You stop when you’re deep enough into the crowd, turning to Kai expectantly. You laugh when you notice how tense he is. It’s like he forgot how to move his body like a normal human.

“Chug this!” you shout over the music, poking the cup that’s still in his hand. He looks around like he’s scared he’ll get caught doing something bad. You sigh, “Fine, don’t. Give me that.” You take the cup back from his hand and swallow the rest of the liquor. You hiss at the burn in your throat before throwing the empty cup over his shoulder, not caring where it lands.

Kai’s head turns to follow the cup’s movement, but you bring his attention back to you with a hand on his face. “Shouldn’t we pick that up?” he asks, even as you’re squishing his cheeks together in your hand.

“Let the frat boys take care of it tomorrow,” you say. He looks like he’s about to argue against that, so you continue before he can, “Do you want to dance?”

He’s taken aback. Your hand drops from his face to his shoulder, resting there as he figures out his answer. “Dance? I don’t—I’m not really”—

“You don’t want to dance with me?” You pout, trying to tug at his heartstrings. He opens and closes his mouth stupidly, and it makes you giggle. You put your other hand on his chest and blink innocently at him.

“I’ll dance with you,” he answers, cracking under the pressure like you knew he would. As previously established: he will always say yes to you.

“Yay!” Your smile must be lighting up the whole room with how much joy you feel. You tug Kai closer to you, trying to get him into position, but he keeps his hands still as stone beside him. “Kai. Hands here,” you say as you guide them to your hips.

“Oh. Sorry.” You hold in your laugh, not wanting to fluster him too much.

“It’s okay. I forgive you,” you tease, poking his nose. The two of you stand there unmoving, and it’s cute at first, but you get a little tired of it after a minute. You let the music guide your hips, singing along to the song and enjoying yourself. Kai is more like an accessory than a dance partner with how he just watches you.

You trail your finger down his chest, trying to encourage him to be a little more playful and let loose. It seems to have the opposite effect—his hands go stiff on your hips, fingers digging in.

“Have fun! Don’t think about it so much,” you say before swaying again. You try moving closer to him so your bodies press together, but he takes a step back. You pull your eyebrows together, looking at him in question.

“I-I’m probably not the best person to dance with,” he stammers out. You roll your eyes.

“Getting all awkward with me now? Come on, I thought we were closer than that.” Your faux pout returns to your face, but it leaves when you see the frown on his. Oh no, you didn’t embarrass him, did you?

You’re quick to try to fix your mistake. “Or not! We can always sing. I like singing too.”

His frown doesn’t leave his face. Okay, no singing! That’s fine too! You try thinking of something else.

“We can find an empty room and just hang out there?” you suggest, figuring he might not want to be surrounded by all these people anymore.

His face finally morphs into something less pitiful. You almost sigh in relief. “Let’s do that,” he says.

You push your way through the crowd until you’ve made it to the stairs. You groan when you see the endless sea of couples making out on them. You’d yell at them to get a room, but you don’t want them to take one from you and Kai.

“Sorry, coming through, don’t mind us,” you say as you squeeze past everyone.

“Oh my god. Stop,” Kai says, embarrassed. You wonder what it must feel like to care so much what people think of you.

You walk down the hall until you find an open room, bolting to it with a victorious cheer. Kai doesn’t follow with as much enthusiasm as you, but he still looks happy enough to be alone with you finally. You lock the door and turn on the light, looking around the room.

“Oh yeah. This place screams male college student,” you say, walking around the room. You pick up a bottle of lotion on the desk. “Seriously? Shameless,” you tsk.

“You probably shouldn’t go through people’s stuff,” Kai says. You turn to him, seeing him already sitting on the bed. He’s got a pillow thrown over his lap. You raise your eyebrow at that.

“You see a bottle of lotion and feel a little tingle down there?” His face glows red at your insinuation.

“No!!!” he retaliates, voice squeaking.

“Then what’s that about?” you say through barely held-back laughter. He hides his face in his hands. You almost want to coo at him. You join him on the bed and push his hands away from his face. He can barely make eye contact with you. “Hellooooo?” you giggle.

When he doesn’t respond, you try moving the pillow away yourself—you’re in a teasing mood—but Kai holds the pillow firmly against him. You really can’t contain your laughter now.

“Are you seriously hard right now?!” You find the situation so amusing. “From what?”

He whines and leans down until his face is buried in the mattress. You almost feel bad for torturing him so much, but he signed up for this when he became your best friend.

“From you,” he murmurs into the blankets, so muffled that you’re not sure you heard him right. You lift his head up a bit by his hair.

“Come again?” you prompt.

His face is still bright red. “When we were dancing. I just… ugh.” You go silent at that for a second. He’s hard because you danced with him..?

“That’s kinda hot.” It slips out before you can catch it. Not that you would have held it back, anyway.

He perks up when you say that. “What?” he asks.

“It’s hot that you got hard from that. Makes me feel good, actually,” you laugh, but it doesn’t sound teasing anymore. Kai straightens himself out, sitting up completely. He stares at you like he’s trying to decide if you’re pulling a prank on him or not.

You guess you’ll have to help him see how much you mean it. You swipe the pillow from his lap. He scrambles for it back, but you’re too quick for him this time. You giggle when your eyes land on his bulge.

“I’m sorry. I’m really not a pervert. I’m just…” he struggles to finish his thought. He bites his lip and looks away.

“Just what?” you ask, still hanging onto his words. His eyes meet yours, afraid to make his confession.

“A virgin,” he whispers.

Oh. A beat of silence follows. Something very evil and sinister creeps into your mind—nothing unusual—but this time, it’s centered around defiling your best friend. You had no clue that all this time he was a little virgin!

“Isn’t that so cute?” you coo, crawling up to him. He backs up, propping himself up on his elbows as you invade his space. He stutters out your name, looking at you with wide eyes. You smile down at him, tracing your hand down his chest much like you did earlier.

“Cute?” he asks, all breathy and nervous. You really try so hard not to smirk like an evil bitch at that, but you can’t help it. You are kind of an evil bitch.

“So cute,” you say. He gulps when your hand keeps traversing down his torso. His eyes follow your fingers down, down, down, until they reach his pants. Your hand dances along the front of his jeans, just lightly tracing over the button and hem.

Your pussy’s throbbing now, delighted at the thought of making Kai squirm beneath you. You meet his eyes with a whole lot of hope, praying he’ll let you have your fun. He shrinks a bit under your eager gaze.

“Can we help each other out?” you ask, crawling over him even more until your hips are hovering over his lap. Your noses touch, and you feel his shaking breaths on your face. You brush his hair back, wanting to put your hands all over him.

“I don’t know how to… help… a woman…” he admits meekly. It takes all your effort to not smother his face with kisses.

“Just lay down, I’ll take care of it,” you say sweetly. He blinks up at you, looking so much like a doll that it just makes you want to ruin him even more. As soon as he lays back, you push your hips down to meet his. His reaction is immediate, giving you a loud whine already.

“Such sweet sounds,” you praise as you start rocking your hips gently against him. He drops his mouth open, panting as you move just barely over him. You take his hands into yours, lacing your fingers together and holding his hands beside his head. “My cute best friend,” you coo, making him look away. That just endears you more.

“You’re embarrassing me,” he mutters, making you laugh. You kiss his jaw.

“My sweet Kai~” You seriously can’t stop yourself, the words spill out of you so freely. He can handle a bit of embarrassment, it’s okay.

You let yourself admire the view for a minute before leaning back to gain more control of your movements. You roll your hips as you grind against him, letting out a content sigh when your clit gets some stimulation. Kai whimpers when you speed up just a bit, trying to get a little more pleasure out of this.

“Y-you’re cute, too…” Kai says, then gasps at your hips rolling harder against him. “Like that, please, don’t stop!” he urges, looking up at you desperately.

How could you say no to that? You keep up your pace, making sure to keep him whining and moaning. “I’m glad you think I’m cute,” you say. Your hand moves up to play with your tits, twisting and pinching your nipples to get yourself there faster. You moan when Kai’s hips jolt underneath you.

His breath is hitching and his hips keep pushing up further into you. You grin, excited to push him over the edge. “Is my Kai gonna cum? Gonna make a mess in your pants like a virgin?”

“Mhm,” he hums out in response, nodding rapidly. You hasten your pace against him, pressing into him harder, moaning above him as you do. Your clit throbs with every roll, encouraging you to grind more deeply to reach your high.

“Cum for me, baby, tell me how good it feels,” you say, trying to get him to spill in his jeans. It seems to work, judging by the way he pushes his hips up against you as much as he can, so much that you feel the way his cock twitches in his jeans. It makes your head spin.

“Feels good! Ah, feels so good! Thank you, thank you!” His cries are what finally push you over the edge, hips stuttering as your legs tighten against him, muscles contracting as your orgasm rips through you. You’re left panting and trying to ride out your orgasm, letting your hips move sloppily against his until you’re both shaking from overstimulation. You slow down gradually, regaining your composure as the lustful haze clears the room.

“Fuck,” you groan, fully coming to a stop. Kai sits up and buries his head in your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he repeats like he’s agreeing. His chest heaves as he gets his breathing back under control. You tangle your hand in his hair, mindlessly playing with it as he breathes softly against you.

“So… virgin, huh?” you ask, grinning wickedly. Kai rolls his eyes.

“Spare me the jokes,” he says. “You already made me cum my brains out. Thanks for ruining my jeans, by the way.”

“That was all you.” You pat him on the back. “Now you’re one step closer to getting pussy. Look at you go, champ.”

He groans and leans further into you. “You’re the worst.”

“Uh-huh. Not what you said five minutes ago.”

“You were still the worst then, too,” Kai deadpans, making you laugh.

“You love me so much, don’t lie.”

“I do,” he says, joining in with your laughter.

[reignpage]

hello reign *bows down* i had a bit of a horny question heheheheheh what do you think the jjk men say in bed? i saw a prompt like this a while ago and if it’s okay with u i was curious abt how it would be like for the eden jjk men. i offer u this nanami in return 🙏

I will take the Nanami yes thank you

Do you mean like dirty talk? Or pillow talk? Since it’s horny I imagine it’s dirty right?

Okay so,

Gojo: he’s a simp

He whispers and whines about how amazing reader is in every way shape and form. “You’re so beautiful oh my god thank you god thank you thank you,” he groans, skimming his lips down your body, stopping here and there to lick and suck the sweet salt of your skin.

“Oh you taste so good. Like the sweetest candy. God do you have to be perfect in every way, you’re killing me. You’re literally killing me. Wait, actually, can we fuck missionary? Yeah I know it’s basic and vanilla, but god I just really want to see your face. Please? Oh thank you! Baby, I love you so much. Gonna buy you whatever you want later. Yeah I know you can buy it yourself but I just wanna pay. Okay, let’s get to orgasm number 3 with head and then we’re fucking all night old people style.”

It’s literally worship, at every given second. Just praise upon praise upon praise. He always asks too if he’s making her feel good. He wants to be sure he’s giving reader everything she could ever want and more. The type btw to crawl into a ball and cry if he ever EVER came before you.

Geto: instructions and praise

Being a dom, he guides reader through. Talks her through it. “Right there, pretty girl. That’s it. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Does occasionally degrade her, but it’s not really her thing and it doesn’t make him feel good so they just don’t do it most of the time

He’s very keen in knowing she’s feeling comfortable and great at all times so he does ask quite a few questions and encourages her to be vocal about how she’s feeling. “You like it here, sweet girl? Yeah? Use your words or I’ll stop. Hmm, that’s more like it.”

Choso: doesn’t do much talking

He’s overwhelmed and overstimulated 24/7 with his reader. He’s being teased left right and centre and he just CANNOT get his bearings omg. He has no idea if it’s night or day, where left and right is, sometimes he even forgets his name.

“W-what? Ngh oh no! Not there p-please! I-I don’t know! Yes yes whatever you -ha- want! T-take it all! O-oh thank you yes yes yes thank you thank you!!”

Toji: oh man

This guy never shuts up once he gets going. He’s just so cocky ugh it’s disgusting. He never gets fucked out like reader and he’s always in control even when he’s not so he knows exactly what buttons to push. Mix of praise and degradation.

“Oh, come on, baby. You gotta ride me better than that. Doll, you’re gonna have to join me in the gym and build up your stamina because this is poor performance on your behalf. Coach would be so disappointed if he knew my girl could barely get three pumps in before giving up. Alright alright, no need to pout at me like that, you’re gonna make my heart stop. biiiiig stretch there we go, my turn yeah? I’ll take care of ya, put my training to good use. There we go, oh yeah. Much better isn’t it? You like it when I fuck you like this no? Damn, the silent treatment? You’re gonna be cruel to your loving boyfriend when he’s kissing your cervix? Oh, damn you’re blacking out. Christ, you’re making a puddle of drool, god you just want me to lose my mind don’t you? Alright, just gonna have to fuck you back to consciousness. Here. We. Go. Oh hey, ma. Good nap? Fucking missed you.”

Nanami: sweet man

Mostly simpy and worshippy. He’s always a gentleman. When he’s leading he’s kinda more on the quiet side, apart from the occasional grunts and moans and ‘oh fuck’. He just doesn’t like the sound of his own voice, he much prefers to listen to reader fr.

But when reader takes control, wanting to be a brat and tease him, he comes under her mercy and he just has no choice but to be vocal.

“No, s-sweetheart, I’m -ha- sensitive there. Oh goodness, t-that feels good yes, where did you learn that? No, never mind, I-I’d rather not know. Oh no, please! T-that’s -oh- that’s no good, you have to stop, I-I only want to cum inside you. May I, sweetheart? Please? It’d be such a waste otherwise.”

Sukuna: degradation only.

“You’re a goddamn whore. What would they all think if they knew their president likes to be fucked like this? Hmm? Answer me! You’re useless. Always so fucking naggy, bossing me around and snapping your fingers at me. Who the fuck do you think you are? Oh that’s right, you’re my girl aren’t you? Yeah, my girl who likes it rough. Is this good for you and your needy pussy? Harder? Ha! Any harder and I’d kill you, idiot. Think with your head not with your pussy once in a while yeah?”

Only sweet after sex.

“Not too sore? Good. No, don’t complain. It was your idea to do it here. Just needed to be fucked on the Dean’s desk, didn’t you? No, I’m not judging you, babe. I’ll fuck you wherever you want. Just musing how amazing you are at holding grudges. It was a nice touch to make me tie you up with his spare tie. Who the fuck keeps a spare tie in their drawer? What a fucking loser. Well, anyways, you took quite a beating there. My bad. Hungry? Nah, you gotta eat something. Come on, wipe the cum from your thighs and let’s get going I’m starved. No? Always gotta be such a princess don’t you? Alright, get on the desk and spread your legs.”

[sturniololuvz]

heyyy could you do a fic where 4 year old sister refuses to wear anything but the boys sweatshirts? and when they try to get her to wear her own clothes she cries and throws a fit

yessss!

“Little Hoodie Thief”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: none

It started off cute.

Y/N had waddled into the living room one morning, drowning in one of Chris’s sweatshirts, the sleeves dragging on the floor as she clutched her sippy cup. Chris had laughed, scooping her up and calling her his “mini-me.”

Then, the next day, she showed up in one of Nick’s hoodies.

Then Matt’s.

And before the triplets knew it, their four-year-old little sister was refusing to wear anything except their sweatshirts.

At first, they let it slide. It was adorable watching her stomp around in their oversized hoodies, the sleeves covering her hands like little mittens. But then, one morning, their mom tried to dress her in actual clothes, and all hell broke loose.

“Y/N, baby, you have a whole closet of cute outfits,” she said, holding up a little pink sweater. “How about this one?”

Y/N shook her head aggressively. “No! Matty’s hoodie!”

Matt, sitting at the kitchen table, raised an eyebrow. “You wanna wear my hoodie?”

Y/N nodded, crossing her arms stubbornly.

Chris smirked. “Kinda sounds like you have no choice, bro.”

Their mom sighed, rubbing her temples. “She can’t live in your sweatshirts forever, guys. Talk to her.”

Intervention Time

The triplets found Y/N sitting on the couch, drowning in Nick’s blue hoodie, watching Bluey like she had no worries in the world.

Matt sat beside her. “Bug, why don’t you wanna wear your own clothes?”

Y/N barely looked at him. “I like yours better.”

Chris plopped down on the other side. “But why, though?”

Y/N turned to him like the answer was obvious. “They smell like you.”

Nick melted on the spot. “Aw, dude—”

Matt shot him a look. “Don’t encourage this.”

Chris grinned. “You just love us so much, huh?”

Y/N nodded. “Yep.”

Matt sighed. “That’s cute and all, but you need to wear your own clothes, okay?”

Y/N immediately frowned. “No.”

“Y/N—”

Before Matt could finish, she burst into tears.

Like, full-on meltdown.

“NOOOO!” Y/N wailed, flopping onto the couch dramatically. “I WANT NICKY’S HOODIE!”

Nick held back a laugh. “Damn, bro, she really said ‘ride or die.’”

Chris was dying. “She’s literally acting like you just took away her whole world.”

Matt groaned. “Dude, this is so not funny.”

But the thing was—it was funny. Y/N was rolling around, clutching Nick’s hoodie like it was the most precious thing she owned, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks.

“I NEED IT!” she sobbed.

Nick sighed, looking at the others. “…What if we just let her keep one?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, like, compromise. She gets one triplet hoodie.”

Matt exhaled. “Fine. But only one.”

Nick turned to Y/N, who was still sniffling. “Okay, Bug, you can keep one hoodie.”

Y/N immediately stopped crying.

Like, immediately.

She wiped her face and blinked up at them. “Really?”

Chris smirked. “Yep. But only one. Which one do you want?”

Y/N looked between them, then down at the hoodie she was already wearing. She grabbed the sleeve of Nick’s hoodie and pulled it close.

“Nicky’s.”

Nick beamed. “Hell yeah, Bug.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Favoritism, man.”

Matt sighed. “At least we got her to wear something normal under it.”

And just like that, Y/N won.

Because the truth was, she was never just gonna wear one.

By the end of the week, she had successfully stolen one hoodie from each brother.

And they let her.

Because, really—how could they say no to her?

[livelaughlou]

little Louliver fic while I procrastinate on working on schoolwork? @cjlouwho and @louvemeanyway encouraged this and they probably don't even remember. Inspired by Lou's latest Instagram dancing post. Which I HAVE NOT watched like 50 times.

louliver (rpf) - words: 600-ish - Rating: mature (probably bordering on explicit) - complete

cw: edging

Once Shanna kicks him out of her house, he heads home and hops in the shower. When he gets out, the text is waiting for him.

It's a link to the Instagram post and under it, Oliver has put wtf is wrong with you.

Lou can't help it, he snorts a laugh at his phone and types just having fun. we're not all British snobs.

The response is an immediate rude. come open the door.

He frowns, before he can respond, Oliver sends him a picture of his front door.

He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist, rushing out to the front door and pulling it open to see Oliver leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. His curls are in full force and he's still wearing a pair of sunglasses, which he pulls down his nose to give Lou a once over.

Lou raises an amused eyebrow, but holds the front door open. "Can I help you?"

Oliver pushes past him, swiping a hand across the knot of the towel. "I'm bored."

"That's my problem, how?"

Oliver snorts. "Oh, come on, you love entertaining me."

"Seems like I wasn't the only one who was entertained," Lou teases as he moves back up the stairs to get dressed.

Oliver follows him just like he knew he would. "You were twerking to Kendrick Lamar!"

Lou laughs. "Actually, it was not Kendrick Lamar at the time, Shanna added that to the video after."

"Oh," Oliver says as they get to his bedroom. "What was it?"

Lou drops the towel. "Not telling."

Oliver's grin turns sassy and bratty and Lou has yet to tell him this, but he especially loves him this way, when Lou knows he's going to be a little shit.

He moves toward him, runs a finger down his chest. "Bet I could make you."

Lou grabs his hips, pulls him in until their lips are just about to touch, then he says in a low voice that he knows drives Oliver insane, "Try me."

Oh, yep, there's that little shiver, but Lou doesn't have time to gloat when Oliver kisses him, all teeth and tongue, but it's over too quickly.

At first anyway. Instead, Oliver moves kisses down along his jaw, down his neck, their stubble scraping together as neither of them bothers shaving if they're not working that day and it feels fucking amazing.

Oliver moves further down, licks a nipple, then stops to look at him. "How about now?"

Lou exhales, tries to keep his composure but he knows it's a losing battle. They've been doing this long enough that they know what each other's tells are, how to drive each other crazy. It's honestly the most fun in a relationship he's ever had.

"Sorry," Lou breathes. "Not good enough."

Oliver snorts, licks the other nipple. "You're a yapper, love. I'll get you to talk."

Lou knows he will, but why make it easy on him?

He's soon pushed onto the bed and Oliver is settling contentedly between his spread thighs, looking for all the world like he's exactly where he wants to be.

He wraps a hand around Lou's cock, strokes it just once and it's fucking torture.

Oliver just looks at him with a raised eyebrow of his own. There's a curl falling on his forehead and Lou reaches forward to push it away.

"You're super cute," Lou says, voice still far too breathy for his liking. "But nope."

Oliver bends down and puts his mouth to use, over and over, starting and stopping and goddamnit, Lou didn't see himself getting edged today over an Instagram post, but if he was gonna die, this would be the way to do it.

He tells Oliver the damn song.

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[diabolik-boys]

Hello, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I’d like to ask for the Diaboys reactions to their S/O being a theatre kid. And not the stereotypical ones but one who’s genuinely invested on theatre, auditioning and getting a role in most school plays. And oh boy, do they give it their all, before the play, they’re constantly practicing their lines and when they’re practicing their songs there won’t be a single moment of silence in the house for a while. They prefer classic theatre over movies.

===== S/O WHO LOVES THEATRE SCENARIO =====

===== S/O WHO LOVES THEATRE: SAKAMAKI =====

=============== Shu Sakamaki ===============

"Although I respect your passion, I worry you are working yourself too hard. I would much rather enjoy seeing your plays without worrying that you'll collapse on stage. You do wonderful just on your own. Try not to stress out so much."

Although not admitting it or probably realizing it, Shu likes stage performances if they are about topics he would like. He probably would enjoy seeing his S/O perform in classical themes such as tragedies and well-known ethereal pieces.

He will probably not attend every play that his S/O performs in, but will do his best to encourage them before their shows and will be more than willing to support them along the way. He would become a bit worried if his S/O is running themselves ragged with rehearsals. Shu may wait outside with some flowers after an extensive performance.

Regardless, Shu will be supportive of his S/O as their career continues to build, and he might even be willing to play some of the music of the plays on his viola to help them practice with their performances at home.

=============== Reiji Sakamaki ===============

"Much like me, you have a drive for something that makes you feel alive. As much as I love chemistry and science, I respect your love for theatre. You do wonderful for each play, my dear. Just be sure to take breaks. I have to remind myself the very same thing."

Reiji respects his S/O's passions for theatre and performances, and would be very interested in historical plays and those that have a lot of emotions behind the storylines. He will often accompany his S/O to their shows.

While not necessarily going to be the most boisterous about his support for his S/O as their talent grows and more shows are performed in, he will be loyally beside his S/O and support them along the way. So long as they continue to take care of themselves.

He might offer to make some medications to help them relax their nerves in case of any anxieties arise overtime or at the beginning of their career. While his worries are but subtle, he wouldn't want them pushing themselves until they break down during practice or the actual performances themselves.

=============== Ayato Sakamaki ===============

"Oi, go break a leg. Not literally, but ya' know what I mean. I'll be cheerin' for ya' at the endin' as always. Be sure you wave at me, I'm not that hard t' miss. You'll do great, babe."

Ayato absolutely understands nothing about theatre. He doesn't see the appeal in it at first, but he will go and watch a show after some relationship building and might grow to actually like seeing performances so long as his S/O is enjoying themselves.

As time continues, Ayato will be more open about his support for his S/O and their career as a performer as it grows. He'll go to shows and often try to get a front-row seat to be able to make eye-contact with his S/O while on stage.

However, there's going to be jealousy involved if his S/O is playing a role that has a lover. While he understand there is 'acting' as part of a play, he might grow a little bitter if the acting is very believable that his S/O loves another within the play. He might need some reassurances.

=============== Kanato Sakamaki ===============

"I am not a fan of all of the plays you do. But so long as they are gothic or tragic in nature, I suppose they're not too boring. You work yourself really hard whenever the plays are finished, and your blood tastes off when that happens. I'd rather enjoy drinking from you, so don't work yourself to extreme fatigue."

Kanato enjoys things that are only of interest to him. Having to get up and leave the comfort of his house is not something he likes to do unless it's for a specific purpose that he needs or wants to do. And although his love for his S/O will grow overtime, he's not really interested in theatre and plays.

He won't show his support for his S/O and their passions as often as they might desire to see. While he will watch and critique his S/O's rehearsals at home and practice, he'll do so harshly and it might honestly seem rude of him to do after showing no interest in actually going to the play itself.

Kanato might humor his S/O and go to see plays that he might be slightly interested in. But even after the performance, he might be harsh on critiques and have rarely any compliments. This is just his personality, as he doesn't see the need to shower his S/O in compliments unless it's beneficial to him to get something from them.

=============== Laito Sakamaki ===============

"You're gonna do great, baby. Just take some deep breaths. I'll be waiting for you after the show is over. I'm sure it's going to go well, so don't stress so much. You'll make your heartrate go up, and I just might have to bite you before the show if that happens~"

Laito is ever the romantic, and will often support his S/O regardless of their pursuits of happiness. While theatre is not an outright specialty to him, he enjoys performances with live music, such as an orchestra below the stage, and would love to attend play such as those.

He will be happy to watch the plays, although the specific play themselves will probably have to interest him first. Laito will be also happy to watch their practice at home, and give little tips here and there about what he thinks they should adjust, especially if they want any critiques.

While romance is something he loves, he will probably be more than happy to treat his S/O to a night on the town after a good performance, or wait after the show with flowers if he didn't attend. If he does attend a play, he will be probably waiting backstage after it is over to shower his S/O with praise and affections just to make them feel more closer to him.

=============== Subaru Sakamaki ===============

"Oi, chill out for a little bit. You've been workin' yerself to the bone with this shit... Just take a breather. I'm worried yer gonna end up havin' a panic attack or somethin'. Just relax. Ya' gotta be calm if ya' wanna practice. Yer gonna do great. Just don't collapse on me."

Subaru absolutely doesn't know a whole lot about theatre and performances, and he might find the venues or shows themselves a bit too loud and rowdy for his liking. He would be surprised at his S/O enjoying something such as theatre, and he might not know a lot about it, but he will be supportive.

Overall, he might attend a few shows here and there, but definitely not all of them as he would prefer to be in solitude more often than not, and at times he gets a bit jealous if the show includes his S/O acting with a romance storyline. Even if he knows it's just acting, he'd find his S/O's acting to pretty believable.

As the career grows overtime, Subaru will be happy to encourage his S/O as time goes on, but also try to remind them to take breaks. He wouldn't want them running themselves down immensely, nor stressing out 24/7. Mainly because it'd be annoying to deal with.

===== S/O WHO LOVES THEATRE: MUKAMI =====

=============== Ruki Mukami ===============

"I very much enjoy watching your plays. Do not think I don't. As much as I would enjoy staying home and reading a book or so, I still will come and support you as your Master. Now, go out there and enjoy yourself. Just take some deep breaths if you get nervous. You'll do just fine."

Ruki has respect for classical theatre works, such as old operas and theatre. While he most likely will not enjoy more modern themes as much, he would be interested in seeing his S/O perform in plays he knows, or has topics that he is interested in such as crime or mystery.

He is far too busy to attend every play, but he will be happy to watch rehearsals and practices from home, giving critiques along the way. While he might be a little harsh, that's how the business goes. So he'd want to help his S/O become better. Ruki may praise or gift his S/O something after a particularly good performance.

Although acting is clearly a big part of the plays themselves, Ruki might try to control his S/O by not acting so immensely in love with a romance storyline, as he might get a little jealous if he thinks they're showing the other actor more love or gazing at the other actor just as they gaze and look at him.

=============== Kou Mukami ===============

"In a way, plays and shows are kind of just like my concerts! I love that you enjoy performing so much! You remind me so much of me in that way. Don't worry baby, I'll come see you perform! I wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I didn't!"

Kou loves that his S/O is into performances and shows just like him. While he of course loves to have a cheerleader at his own shows and concerts, he would be happy to attend at least a few of his S/O's shows and be a cheerleader for them as well.

Even if he is very busy, he will do his best to show his support for his S/O along the way of their career progressing. He won't be able to attend every show and play, but he'd be more than happy to practice his own shows along with his S/O practicing theirs, and would be happy to give critiques to one another as a matter of giving and taking. And ever the performer at heart, he'd be more than happy to take up a second role for his S/O to perform with at home.

He of course understands how the business goes, so he will urge his S/O to have social medias, sell merchandise of their shows, and overall have a good following to max on sales and money production. Even if that means making more opportunities for their fans to interact with them.

=============== Yuma Mukami ===============

"I don't know too much about performin' an' everythin', but... You look amazing on stage. Don't be so hard on yerself. Yer gonna do great just like ya' always have. I'll be in the crowd watchin' ya' as usual. I'm pretty tall, so... Be sure to find me. I'll be rootin' for ya'."

Yuma, even in his brawn and tall glory, would be happy to attend shows and root for his S/O in the crowd, even if he stands out a little bit and doesn't really look like he belongs there. He'd be happy just to see his S/O wave to him after spotting him once a show is over.

He probably won't understand each theme of a show he attends, but Yuma might get captivated by certain stories, so long as they interest him. And although not an emotional person by heart, he might be able to feel the emotions of each play he attends mainly since he sees his S/O performing within it.

While he'll be busy with his garden a lot and helping out his brothers, Yuma will support his S/O with practices and rehearsals at home, maybe even being willing to fill in for a part that needs two people to practice, he might find it a little fun.

=============== Azusa Mukami ===============

"You always... look so amazing on the stage. I'll always come to... each of your plays and performances. I want to support you... in all of your passions. Just don't... stress too much. You make everything... look flawless. You'll do great."

Azusa loves supporting his S/O no matter their passions and projects. While plays and performances probably didn't interest him as much as remaining home, he will be willing to attend his S/O's shows and might even be captivated by the performances if portrayed well.

He will be more than happy to sit down for hours for his S/O to practice with a small audience at home, and will like seeing his S/O getting into the inspiration and grind for performing right there in front of him, as well as on the stage.

While crowds and big venues might make Azusa feel uncomfortable and anxious, he will be willing to go to each show and be there in the crowd and wait there for his S/O after each performance. He might buy flowers or a gift for his S/O after the shows and wait patiently for the actors and actresses to be let go.

[fangdokja]

I recently got a wholesome comment for my Yandere! Author story, and I wanted to share my reply with you guys because of the substance in the comment. Very casual for me, but it still has lessons and substance you can pick up. I edited it out the pleasantries and causal talking from the original reply. But I wanted to share my key takeaways as an author and human being. No worries, I didn't edit away the content itself.

WARNING: May contain controversial content and opinions that may offend you. But, this is how I write my content. Something that I will NEVER change nor compromise, because this concerns my own morals as a human and author.

1. Well, actually my weakest genres are romance and erotica. It's why I'm practicing it right now. I specialize in the psychological genre, includes both horror and thriller.

And, I genuinely enjoy writing gore of any kind. I've written a lot of it over the years, and I enjoy it. It's relaxing for me to do. Writing gore is a past time for me, so it makes sense that I've got all kinds of ideas. And, it's a hobby of mine to consume true crime content, so a lot of my gore ideas come from that. I just make things more creative and such lol haha.

2. Also, I'm glad you got disturbed :)). When I write, I make sure to trigger the emotions of Readers, whatever the emotion that I'm targeting would be. Disgust, affection, laughter, despair, etc.

Whatever it may be, I write to impact Readers. It's one of the reasons why I despise braindead writing, like most mindless smut stories.

To me, it's a degradation of the art.

When you write brainless content for traction, it's not only encouraging pornography; but also actively discouraging people to think for themselves, it's turning brains into mush.

People use it to relax and such, but for me, it's wasted talent.

There's more to writing than simply pleasing your audience, or satisfying base desires and emotions. When I write, I write for lasting impact. Because it's meant to make people think and ponder deeply about their morals, their lives, thoughts, and such. This is how I operate when writing anything.

3. When I write "true yanderes", actual horror and psychological genres, I NEVER hold back. I myself have been starved for content for YEARS.

I agree people hold back because of a number of factors, whether it's censorship, lack of guts, or wanting to coddle readers.

To me, there are a lot of stories like that already. I personally write for God and my husband, then myself. So I honestly don't prioritize the comfort or mere feelings of readers.

Which probably explains why I have this mindset of creation and freedom, aside from simply being hungry for actual black flag yandere content. Like seriously.

Note: Actually I wrote another good black flag on a similar level to Yandere! Author. He's Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss, if you haven't read it. These two yanderes are part of my "Unhinged Yanderes" collection so far. There's a third one, but those are major spoilers so lol.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

4. Anyways, haha. I'm not one to comfort Readers in actual horror. It's called "horror" for a reason. Those in my 'Unhinged Yanderes" collection are my favorites to write tbh. I really like writing actual horror yanderes lol.

If they disturb or frighten Readers, well, good. It's supposed to be like that. And I enjoy writing these yanderes most. Literally yanderes I've wanted to read about but NEVER found. It's always censored or bait stuff, or other reasons. So literally no food. I have to cook for myself.

5. I also agree with your points. Usually when explaining characters, the yanderes still want love and affection returned from the darling.

The difference with my Unhinged (and actually most of my actual true yandere characters) Yanderes? Simple. They're so confident in themselves that they don't need the VALIDATION from the darling.

So what if you don't love him back? He doesn't care.

It's about absolute possession and domination. Those are one of the major differences.

These Yanderes don't crave validation as much as other yanderes, written by others. This isn't just about being yandere, it's about their core personalities as individuals. Confidence in oneself.

7. As for authors and artists, usually they hold back because they have restrictions. Whether it be their social platforms and financial concerns, personal fears and morals (or biases, etc.), or just a general drawing of the line that they won't cross.

Too bad I don't have those wahaha. To me, what's most important is not the money, traction, success, etc. It's about the "art" itself.

I refuse to compromise the art itself in favor of catering to other people's wants, or wanting to earn from my work.

These are my personal values though. But I do understand that everyone else has their own reasons.

8. I agree with that quote too. For me, true art is about creation.

To create something you both love and have fun in it without holding yourself back. Because when you're most comfortable, you can create anything you desire and want.

As for Readers, well, they will find you. It's best to focus on your passion for the art; because in the end, that's what will drive you. Especially when the silence is there, when you're feeling like giving up, when you have no motivation, etc.

It's the internal drive, that passion and love for the art of creation itself.

9. Sex without horror and plot especially is boring. I want my writing to be impactful. Others may have different motivations for writing. But, for me? I want it to leave a lasting impact on Readers.

Otherwise, what's the point. You're basically mass producing content without even thinking about the well-being of Readers.

What of their emotional, mental, spiritual, and even physical states? They can't keep consuming content passively like fast food. It's unhealthy.

To me, as writers, it's also a responsibility of ours to leave impact on Readers. For me, whether I'm writing dark humor or erotic horror, it's about making Readers THINK. To contemplate, to ponder, and to appreciate art beyond the surface level.

Ok, now a message for my fellow readers:

Hope this message makes sense, and is understandable for all of you. Why did I post this? Simple. I know we all learn from each other.

Me, as a writer, even if it's simple liking or even lurking about. Admittedly, I do psychoanalyze a lot. I'm a huge thinker. 24/7 actually. It's also why I overthink a lot like crazy. My mind is rarely in rest mode, it's always working. And I tend to analyze everything from all perspectives, it's both a blessing and hassle at times. My brain is basically on hyperdrive almost all the time.

Anyways, I said this because I also analyze you, Readers. Yes, even if you are silent. Not to be intrusive, I won't share anything uncomfortable. But it's just me observing people's silent reactions, behaviors, and the like. Beyond what I can see and hear. Every action tells something about someone, and as a writer I'm always seeking ways to make new content, so it really does happen.

I rambled, but basically I'm just saying, I learn from all of you as well. You don't have to speak out for me to learn something about you, or gain insight or improve my general skills. Hm, I guess it does sound intrusive, but I don't mean to make any of you uncomfortable.

I just think. A LOT. I won't say such thoughts though if it makes people uncomfy so don't worry.

Anyways, I wanted to share all of this; because I believe whether you're a Reader, Author, or even future Writer. We can all learn from each other. I share my thoughts not to seem like some higher, arrogant being or something. It's simply because I want all of you to improve not just as Readers, but people as well. Human beings, individuals with their own thoughts, passions, personalities, and various stories to tell.

Honestly, I don't handle social interactions well, I'm not extroverted at all. I can work, do business, socialize. But I tend to offend people unknowingly because of the way I say my thoughts honestly. No malice or anything, it's simply stating my opinions or actual facts.

I can't prevent offense, but if I did offend. I apologize. But, the main point of me posting this is to share both insight and tips on how I'm able to write such realistic and relatable stories across several usually-clashing genres. It's not just about skills and talents.

It's about who you are as a person. Cliche? Yes.

But, that's reality. What you read and write speaks about yourself, it shapes both your thinking and readers involved. It's why I have never once written something braindead. Because I trust readers that they have the intelligence enough to grasp complexity. And even if they do have trouble, I want people to actually think and exercise their brains.

I refuse to be part of a system meant to slowly erode one's sense of self. I don't really want to philosophize or something, but braindead content honestly makes me sick. Why? Simply because I heavily dislike the idea of degrading the minds of others. Whether anyone realizes it's happening or not.

You're basically not caring for what happens to the well-being of your audience. Or. You're acting like a blind guide for blind people. I literally write dark content; because in actuality, it's healing for a lot of people, including me.

My stand as an author? It's about creating art meant to impact people long-term.

Hm, I don't know if I explained this well, probably offended people again. But, regardless, I'm always open to sharing how I write my stories especially since some of you are writers as well.

Remember, it's not just in writing, but you always have to ask yourself.

What do you want to do? Why are you doing this? How will this impact you and others?

It always starts with yourself first. Without a proper foundation for anything, you're essentially setting yourself up for failure. We don't want that. I don't want that for you.

Always build your foundation on a sturdy rock. So when the waves come crashing, you won't collapse like a sandcastle.

I rambled, but I guess it's because it did make me kind of sad seeing several creators get discouraged because of hate mail, personal hardships, etc.

Admittedly, I don't network or talk to anyone really. I do enough of that in real life. But, I know simply saying things will get better or some bull, things like that aren't enough.

For me, only answer is Jesus. No one will ever satisfy you or help you the way Jesus can. That's the truth. And that's a truth that will remain absolute.

Well, regardless, if you read this, thank you. And even if you didn't, thank you to all of you for being so patient, kind, and supportive with me. I cannot express my gratitude enough.

And, I hope all of you, whatever you may be going through, well just know, "In this world, hearts will still break, bones will still break, but in the end, the light will overcome darkness." --- The Chosen Series.

I like that quote a lot. I'm still debating on sharing part of my testimony as a Christian, but pondering on it. It's a sensitive topic and it does expose me a lot, but if it will help anyone. Well, I won't mind at all.

Please do continue to enjoy our library, and take care of yourself. :))

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World. ♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows. ♡ Book 5 [you are here]. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams. ♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Disclaimer. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution—these tales explore obsession, madness, and devotion in their rawest forms.

[izels-writing]

j. potter — how forever feels! [2/?]

Pairing: james potter x fem!hopelessromantic!reader

Summary: the stars have aligned and you and james’ futures have aligned.

Warning: fake dating trope!!, socially anxious reader, slightly ooc james, slightly teeniest bit rushed but not rlly, LET ME KNOW IF I MISS SOMETHING!!

a/n: sorry for the slow updates my loves, i had a family member pass. but here i am and here’s part 2!!

TAGLIST: @hisparentsgallerryy

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it had been a few weeks since you and james had made your deal. so far, all the two of you had really accomplished was everyone thinking james needed help with herbology and muggle studies—which, truthfully, he did.

"i feel like it's been long enough," james commented as he followed you around the library. you were currently choosing out books to help him actually study, while he carried most of the books.

"yeah, i suppose it has," you shrugged. "better now then never,"

"then," he grinned, putting the books down on a nearby table. "y/n, will you do me the honor of being my fake girlfriend?" he asked, getting down on one knee.

"i absolutely will," you grinned, placing a hand on his cheek. he noticed someone nearby and subtly pointed it out to you. you looked briefly and subtly and noticed carlota wilkins, the school gossip, watching you both—though she didn't seem to be in earshot.

"perfect timing," you smiled. like you two had discussed, he leaned close and cupped your face, covering where your lips would actually be touching. but like he had agreed, he pretended to kiss your lips and actually kissed your cheek. you both smiled adoringly at each other when you pulled away, looking to see that carlota had quickly scurried off.

"so, how should we do this? you'll walk me to classes, wait for me outside? have meals together?" you whispered. he nodded.

"and, with any luck, news of our passionate, bookish love story will have circulated the castle by then," he smirked at you. he grabbed the books you had picked out and both of you walked back to the table where all your stuff had been laid out.

after an hour of studying, you two decided to head for dinner. as far as you were aware, nothing had been around the school. matter of fact, you were sure this dinner was the first time many would see you and james even interact.

"hold my hand," he whispered to you, holding out his hand. you gripped his hand, finding it slightly bigger than yours and much softer. it was clear the boy hadnt grown calluses from quidditch, and if he had, he took care well.

he intertwined your hands, walking close to you as you two conversed normally. as the weeks had passed, you found you actually enjoyed the boy's company—even despite his stark difference in personality to you.

"do you want to do the thing you mentioned?" he asked before you entered the great hall.

"what thing?" you asked dumbfounded.

"that thing with the cleaning my glasses," he reminded.

you'd mentioned it so long ago, you didn't realize he'd remember it. in fact, you were sure at the time that he wasn't even listening.

you smiled. "yes, please," you pleaded.

"fine, we'll do it. but you better not dirty them," he warned jokingly.

"i'm not sure i could do any worse than they are now," you replied sarcastically.

"think your funny, do you?" he asked with a playful glare.

"i think i'm hilarious," you replied with a grin.

as you walked into the great hall, hands intertwined, it caught the attention of many near you. it lead to various whispers circulating the great hall, and for a moment, you almost felt embarrassed. that was until you noticed james and saw he wasn't looking at them, he was looking at you, expecting you to do what the two of you had planned.

"i feel weird now," you whispered.

"don't pay any mind to them, just do it," he encouraged.

you nodded with a small smile and grabbed his glasses, cleaning them briefly on your shirt. as you looked through them to judge the cleanness, you realized how bad james' eyesight really was.

"merlin, you're as blind as a bat," you blurted quietly.

"how romantic," he replied lowly. you rolled your eyes playfully.

once you seemed it clean enough, you slid the glasses back onto his face gently and fixed his hair. unbeknownst to you, james struggled to not lean into your soft touch. it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

then he did something spontaneous, but not entirely a bad idea. he wrapped his arms around your waist in a brief  embrace and kissed your cheek. caught off guard, you laughed happily.

"good idea," you mumbled to him, staring into his eyes to really sell the adoring, cheesy feel of the new relationship. as far as anyone knew, this could've been going on for some time.

then, you and james made your way over to his friends. you'd only really met them once before, sharing a couple notes of conversation at a party—mostly with remus. before you could sit down, you told james you'd be back and ran off to explain to your friends—benjamin and b/f/n.

"hey guys, sorry, i'm having dinner with james today. but i'll sit with you guys tomorrow at breakfast," you smiled softly.

“sounds good!” your best friend smiled. but benjamin was frowning.

“you always sit with us for dinner? since when are you and potter a thing?” benjamin asked pointedly.

“well, it sorta just happened,” you shrugged. “he received my letter and we started talking and, well, the rest is history,”

“who knew you had a hard on for the gryffindor king of quidditch?” your best friend teased. “how far have you two gotten? have you kissed?!”

“no, we’re taking things slow, and if we do kiss, it will be private,” you reminded her.

“ugh, you’re not fun,” she chuckled. “very well, go have dinner with your boy toy, i’ll see you at the dorms,”

you nodded and walked off with a small smile, ignoring benjamin’s frown and glaring at james. what did he care? he wasn’t your boyfriend, much less your keeper. you quickly made your way over to james, who scooted to make a place beside him. he wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled at you before turning to his friends.

“lads, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” james smiled. “y/n, this is remus, sirius, and peter,”

they all looked confused but not surprised. james had mentioned you loads of times before, considering you were ‘tutoring him’. they just weren’t sure when that blossomed into this relationship.

“it’s nice to meet you all, i’ve heard a lot about you,” you smiled, extending your hand to each of them.

“nice to meet you too,” remus smiled, being the first to shake your hand. sirius and peter followed suit with a smile.

you smiled. “is it alright if i sit with you? i know it’s a bit unexpected,” you asked, though you knew the answer.

“any girlfriend of james’ is a friend of ours,” peter replied kindly.

“but just so you know, i was here first and you are not taking our date nights,” sirius said playfully.

you nodded. “absolutely, i know my place,” you joked back.

“perfect,” sirius winked.

——

a month had passed since you and james had officially revealed your relationship to the school. many different students had come up to you, striking a conversation as though you were long time friends, mainly because they were acquaintances of james. those who didn’t come up to talk to you—they just stared. it was nerve wracking to say the least.

on the brighter side, you were becoming much closer friends with james’ friends.

“no! there’s no way you actually believe that!” you laughed, shaking your head at sirius.

“think about it! eugenia jenkins has to be a secret muggle!” sirius replied.

“remus, please tell me you don’t actually entertain this,” you laughed.

“i stopped listening to sirius a long time ago, i just nod and say, ‘yes, love,’” remus grinned.

“you two are unbelievable,” sirius pouted.

“so, james, first game on saturday, how are we feeling?” peter asked, rolling his eyes at you and sirius’ debate on conspiracy theories playfully.

james cleared his throat, looking away from where he was staring—which was directly at a redhead with piercing emerald eyes—and looked at peter. he sighed.

“nervous as hell, i mean this is my first game as captain—what if my team screws up?” he confessed to you all.

“i’m sure you’ll do fine,” you replied kindly. “you’re one of the best quidditch players ever,”

“and she’s not just saying that because she’s your girlfriend,” remus interjected.

“no, i’m not,” you laughed, forgetting momentarily that james’ friends actually believed you were together. “you give your all to these games, you’ll do perfectly,”

“thank you, y/n,” he grinned. he then glanced around, both of you noticing that lily’s eyes had wandered to the both of you, and kissed your cheek.

peter scrunched his nose. “ew, keep it in your pants, potter,”

you and james laughed.

——

the first game had finally arrived and you felt like an idiot. it wasn’t that you felt embarrassed about james, there was nothing to be embarrassed about—he was your ‘boyfriend’. however, public displays of affection were not your thing. much less anything that could draw attention to you in general.

you put your hair up in a half-up do, perfecting the stray hairs and fixing your makeup thousands of times. then you turned around, picking up the old jersey james had lent you and slipping it on over your long sleeve shirt. it fit slightly baggy, but not overly big. you turned, your back facing the mirror as you glanced at the letters sprawled across the back with the number 07 below it.

“ooooo! you look so cute!” your best friend exclaimed as she walked into your shared dorm. she smiled happily at the sight of your wearing the jersey.

“thank you,” you chuckled, your cheeks heating up to a light pink. “it isn’t too much?”

“no! are you kidding?! you look like a supportive girlfriend,” your best friend encouraged. “benjamin would never do anything like that for me,”

your best friend was also on the quidditch team, but benjamin had never worn her jersey as he found it embarrassing. he and your best friend had also been having issues for the last two weeks, about what, you weren’t sure. your best friend wasn’t ready to share it with you yet and you weren’t going to push.

“how is that going by the way?” you asked, smiling gently at her.

“it’s fine, just a rough patch i guess,” she shrugged. “anyway, you should get down to the pitch, i heard lily evans is going down to give the team cookies she baked,”

“okay?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

your best friend gave you a bewildered look. “you haven’t heard?! she has a crush on james! she’s going to try to seduce your man—with cookies!”

you then remembered, you and james are supposed to be dating. except it wasn’t that hard to remember, because when she mentioned the crush lily had on james—for a split moment, you felt jealously pull at your heart strings.

“well i suppose i should wish him luck before the game,” you nodded, before grabbing your gift for james and heading out the door.

it had been a spontaneous buy, seeing it in the daily prophet and noticing the way james kept looking at it. you decided, as a fake girlfriend, maybe it’d be a nice gesture to buy him something he’d like.

within minutes you had reached the quidditch locker room, finding the entrance much easier than you’d expected. you quickly entered, faced with different boys and girls changing. thankfully, none seemed to be annoyed with your presence—just indifferent.

you spotted lily by the corner of the room, waiting for everyone to finish up changing—noticing that she was subtly ogling james as he changed his shirt. you weren’t entirely sure what to do. james wanted lily’s attention, so what do you do now that he has it?

but, you did still have a gift for him…

“hey, j,” you smiled, walking over to him. he smiled at you, and for the first time ever, he didn’t check to see if lily was around—he just kissed your cheek.

“hello, pretty lady,” he grinned. “what’re you doing here?”

“just wishing you luck,” you replied with a small smile. “and i brought you something,”

you held out the small box to him, waiting for him to take it. he did and smiled, looking confused as he opened it, but when he did he smiled widely. as he pulled the broomstick pendant of the box, he marveled at it.

“wow, this is…incredible, thank you,” he whispered, pulling you in for a hug—forgetting that he was still shirtless. you didn’t mind.

you hugged him back and smiled, “of course. i know you’ve been talking about wanting a lucky charm, i figured this could be it,”

“thank you, i’ve never had anyone do something like this before,” james grinned.

“it’s what friends do,” you whispered in his ear, ruffling his hair. his smile faltered a bit before nodding.

“of course,” he chuckled. except you could feel that something in him had changed.

“you alright?” you asked.

“yeah just nervous i suppose,” he chuckled. “but i hope my girl will be in the stands watching me,”

“you know it,” you smiled, punching his arm playfully.

“i see you have the jersey on, looks cute on you—I don’t know anyone who could wear it as nicely as you,” he complimented. “course, except for me,”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “thank you, i just feel weird. like i’m drawing attention to myself,”

“attention you’ve drawn to yourself is the best kind to receive,” he grinned. “alright, i’ll see you after the game i have to give my pep talk now,”

“alright, see you,” you smiled. and before you could turn, he grabbed your wrist and kissed your cheek again, leading for you in turn to kiss him back on the cheek.

“you’re going to do great,” you reminded, placing a hand on his cheek before finally leaving the locker rooms.

with a big smile on your face.

[postoctobrist]

"badness of AI" anon here, it's in relation to the most recent episode but like... look, do you actually want me to elaborate and dig up the precise timestamp and wording? I can if it'd be helpful for you but I don't want to put you on trial here I just want to encourage you towards better analogies in the future.

I legitimately have no idea what you’re talking about

[ezrasxfics]

what about an abstragedy angst fic where gangle abstracted and its the aftermath with zooble dealing with that? or during and its like a queenie and kinger thing?

you’re a symphony, i’m just a sour note

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abstragedy angst (ft ragatha)

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zooble pov

it’s been a few weeks since she abstracted, and i’ve not been able to get out of bed. nobody wants to say it, but i know they all think i’m dramatic for taking this long. honestly, i agree, even if it’s just a little. she’d want me to get up, to be happy. but i can’t bring myself to, not in a world without her in it. it doesn’t feel fair, not in the slightest. there’s no ‘zooble’ without a ‘gangle’.

ragatha, pomni and kinger have been checking in on me almost every day, trying to encourage me to socialise, to force myself to be happy, even when i have every right not to be. they just don’t get it, except maybe kinger, who’s been encouraging me to take as long as i need. i’ve never seen this side of him before, and i definitely welcome it. i guess he’s not too bad when he’s kinda sane.

soon, i hear a knock on my door, one to a familiar jolly tune. it’s ragatha. at this time, though? it’s like 4am.

“zooble? can i come in?” she asks, her tone far too chipper. it feels like she doesn’t even care. like she NEVER cared, it’s honestly disgusting. why am i the only one that’s actually bothered? gangle’s gone, and it feels like i’m the only one who gives a sh*t.

she opens the door slowly, slipping in with a pitying smile on her face. i hate that. i don’t want to be pitied, that’s not right. i’m just coping with grief, i’ll be fine. i don’t need anyone’s pity.

“how are you holding up? i know you’ve taken this all pretty hard. we’re here for you, you know?”

i’ve not taken it hard - it’s everyone else not taking it seriously enough. she really has the fucking audacity to—

“..i’m fine. i’m managing.” i reply drily, trying to subtly show her i’m not in the mood for visitors. i rarely am these days, it’s almost embarrassing. i shouldn’t be like this all the time - gangle would want me to be happy. she’d be so disappointed right now.

“you do know we’re all worried about you, right? you should try come and hang out, just this once.” great. another guilttrip, huh? i don’t need to hear this, i feel bad enough as it is, why is she trying to make this worse?!

well, i know that’s not what she’s trying to do. she’s just worried. but it’s just.. so irritating. how she’s trying to tell me how to feel, even when she doesn’t get it. she doesn’t know what i’m dealing with. i mean, she’s lost people before, we all have, but she hasn’t lost the love of her f**king life - her reason for getting up in the morning.

she doesn’t get it in the slightest.

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thanks for the request!! i love writing zooble because they’re my favourite character (they’re so me)!!

reblogs appreciated!

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

part iii (part i & part ii)

“Well, here we are. Not a great place to be. It isn’t about your value as a person, but it is about our connection, our compatibility, and just how drawn we are to each other - or not.” “Some of you have had your attention elsewhere at times. Which is fine - I’m hardly going to be monogamous during this, so it would be hypocritical of me to expect that of everyone else. But while other contestants had multiple romance bars and were still able to show me their interest at the same time, that hasn’t been the case with everyone.”

“Wait - is that my dress?”

“Struan, initially you were something of a dark horse, and you started this round strong by winning a date with me. If someone had told me that you’d be in this position last round, I’d be surprised, but in hindsight it’s not so shocking. It seems like you’ve soft checked out of this competition, and Jon Bon Pony isn’t entirely to blame for giving love a bad name - I’m sorry, they make me say things like that sometimes.”

“Giovanna, after Round One I wasn’t quite sure why you were here, and this last time has solidified to me that this really isn’t for you. The romantic potential just isn’t there, so I hope that like me, you leave this competition with no regrets and having made at least one good friend. But this round was to be your last. I have no doubts about my choice, but I will miss your company - and your calming presence in the household.”

“Briar, you made a strong impression on me during your introduction, but since then you’ve plateaued. I’ve initiated all the flirting between us, and on the final night instead of trying to increase our romance level, you got cozy in the kitchen with Forest. Again, no shade from me, but I believe that you’ve shown where your attentions lie, and in my case, where they don’t. You were an absolute delight but this will also be your last day in the competition. I won’t be the only one who misses you, and I wish you all the best.”

“Avery, while I’m glad that we made up some ground, I struggle to get a read on you, and I’m not sure that you know what it is you want. Even though you’ve scored higher, I feel as though I have a stronger connection with Cassie than I do with you. You blow a little hot and cold. While I like some degree of chaos in my life, I still like to know where I stand with people. Take next round to figure it out.”

“Jayla - it’s hard to do this to my hometown girl, but I think that romantically at least, we like the idea of each other more than we actually like each other. We’ve tried but it’s just not there. Perhaps we’re too similar in all the wrong ways and yet too different in others. So this is goodbye - for now. And if after that dress your Simder isn’t completely going off back home, then I’m going to have beef with all of SanMy. Just steer clear of a certain crooner we both know - he’s a jealous little bitch, and he’s bad at woohoo.”

“Cassie. I’m sure that you’re actually a secret agent of some kind. I’m kidding - please don’t eliminate me. You’re sociable but aloof - it’s an intriguing combination. You kind of fit in without entirely belonging, and I’m wondering how you are in your real life. There’s some chemistry between us though, and losing your HOT HEADED trait means that we have GOOD compatibility for the first time ever. Let��s see where next round takes us.”

“Which unfortunately means that Struan, you will not be joining us in the next round. But you also won’t be leaving entirely empty handed. I’ll say my proper goodbyes to you and everyone else tomorrow.”

how scores were calculated

Notes: As it would have been more realistic, I gave pixels another formal outfit during this ceremony. Behind the scenes, let's say a haute couture rental company is promoting - and encouraging Lilac's whole sustainability schtick.

I tried to stay true to their style, and their likes and dislikes. The only one who disliked their clothes was my ungrateful pixel - smdh 😅

Farewell posts for Giovanna, Briar, Jayla and Struan will go up in the next few days - along with their scores. They were all a joy to play and will be missed 💔 Once that's done, I'll post the final table.

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[utilitycaster]

This is related to last reblog but can I just say that I think Matt, while good at most other aspects of storytelling, just isn’t that good at writing compelling villains? And before you go point at the Briarwoods or Trent, remember these villains were co-written by the players who created them as part of their PC’s backstories, as were Lucien and Uk’otoa. Matt’s track record with villains is otherwise pretty lackluster, with Raishan being his only real standout example.

I actually completely disagree. I think first and most of all, the idea that co-writing doesn't count is a complete misunderstanding of the process of collaboration. Writing a compelling villain with someone else's initial concept is simply taking a writing prompt, and doing so as a DM, where the entire point is to create a world your characters care about is in fact precisely the assignment. Really, part of the problem with C3 is that I feel the characters' backstories weren't built upon, in favor of focusing on the moon plot. I'd add that also, Trent and the Briarwoods were from what I understand fairly loosely sketched out in Liam and Taliesin's backstories for Caleb and Percy; and Taliesin and Travis have both repeatedly stated they didn't create Lucien nor Uk'otoa - they said "I woke up in my own grave with no memory" or "I woke up washed up on the beach with a sword and a warlock pact". I also, for what it's worth, think that a great number of other villains (Thordak, Ripley, Vecna (who is not an original villain to be fair but his integration into Exandria is well-done), Lorenzo, Avantika, Ludinus - dumb ending aside the concept was good until it was strung out endlessly) were quite good. It really is a case of "you need to realize that bringing them back endlessly stops being fun or interesting and has greatly diminishing returns after a while." And also ngl as someone who is not per se devastated nor mad about Vaxleth so much as disappointed and scornful, it does kind of suck to hear the statement of "we did this to have a happy ending during a rough time!" when we are currently living through "unrepentant bigot who was semi-defeated came back."

Not directed specifically at you but I do want to note: whenever I express frustration/dislike of something I tend to get a spate of asks that are like, also about that thing but a totally different complaint, and sometimes I agree but a lot of the time I don't. This happened (for example) when I didn't like early FCG in which a lot of people were frankly really weird about Sam overall in my inbox and I want to encourage people to express this kind of complaint on their own blogs rather than through my inbox. If you want to ask me "how do you feel about Matt's other villains?" that's fine, but if you want to express your own opinion, that is a personal post to make.

[ethicstownpod]

The show seems (please correct me if I’m wrong) to have been cast pretty gender blind. Talking of gender roles in the Q&A, was it ever a possibility that January was a woman/non binary?

You are indeed (pretty much) correct! The entire show was cast gender blind aside from January*. I don’t have the exact disclaimer on me, but the casting call said something like:

“Anyone who feels comfortable playing a character who identifies as a man and uses he/him pronouns is encouraged to audition for this role.”

January was always written to be a cishet white man from England. I was very open to people who didn’t match some, or any, of those characteristics playing the part (Rhys does not in fact have a wholly English accent, but unless you’ve spent a lot of time where his family’s from you’d never be able to tell. Also, straight? My brother??), but he was written to be a really stereotypical Bad Politician From A Small English Town**.

But, you cry, that was S1 January! If he can be a little homosexual, surely he could have transed his gender?

True! Ish… January potentially being played by a trans actor was always a ‘this is a conversation to be had post-casting’ kind of thing. It would entirely depend on what the actor was comfortable with.

Say, for example, January had been played by a trans masc person. That would be a difficult thing to bring up in a later season, after January has already robbed two women of their bodily autonomy and ruined a little girl’s life… Not really the commentary I was going for! And you don’t even know what he’s going to do in S3 yet…

So in that situation I would have suggested it just doesn’t get mentioned; nothing to confirm January is a cis man, but nothing to imply he’s trans either. Of course, had someone not been comfortable with that I’d have worked with it.

If he’d been played by a trans femme/nonbinary actor the above isn’t so much an issue. Obviously I’m not saying it’s okay to imply trans women steal from other women, but it would be much easier, with the way the narrative is designed, to say, “Well, January did those things because she was written to be a cis gender man and a villain. Now that’s she’s starting to develop a sense of self she’s still a villain, just in a cool and sexy way now.” (Obviously this is paraphrasing/a joke. Cisgender man January isn’t even really a villain). And then S2/3 January could have a fun little gender arc with Noah.

But honestly, everything in this hypothetical would depend on the actor. Rhys is amazing, obviously, and while we may not be getting 🏳️‍⚧️Trans Rep🏳️‍⚧️ from this specific character I don’t feel like January having any kind of queer arc is hindered at all by him being played by a (umbrella term) bisexual actor.

Much like what I was saying about January wrt gender roles in the Q&A, Rhys likes sewing and crafts and girly pop music and kids’ cartoons and baby animals and childcare and cooking and (once every 9 months when the planets align) talking about his feelings.

He also rides a motorbike, likes to make his own electronics, and talks really, really loudly in the pub even though everyone he’s talking to is within a half metre radius. Y’know, guy stuff.

It’s great that there are so many micro labels available to people who want them, but, “I don’t really feel like a very guyish guy, and that’s because straight men have historically set the standard for what it means to be a guy. I’m still a guy, I’m just having a queer guy experience,” is still a totally valid gender take, and I feel like that’s much more where January-played-by-a-cis-man sits. So, y’know, that’s actual January that we actually have.

At least, until he commits his next crime and totally forgets about being gay.

*At this point you may be thinking, “But if January was a heterosexual man, surely his spouse would have to be played by a woman?” Mayhaps! January’s spouse would have to be played by someone who was comfortable portraying a woman for ~1 episode. But there was absolutely no reason “Al” couldn’t have transitioned in any way shape or form in S2 onwards. It just so happened L killed it ridiculously hard and also uses she/her pronouns.

**There are absolutely bad female politicians from small English towns. There are also bad politicians of colour from small English towns. And bad queer politicians, usually not from small towns but sometimes. But statistically it is cishet white men. Currently, 68% of UK mayors are men. 88% are white. 60% are white men. And that’s in the year of our lord 2025.