#might have to open up another google doc today

[merpthealmighty]

LOOOOK AT VINCENT SINCLAIRRRR RIGHT THIS INSTANT YOU CANNOT AND WILL NOT TELL ME THAT HE DOES NOT LOOK HENRY CAVIL IN THE FACE??? LIKE LOOOK THAT JAWLINE IS PANTY DROPPING GOOD AND THAT SMOULDER OHHHHHHHHHH

HES DEAD IN THIS PIC BUT ITS COOL

HES SO HOOOOTTTTTTT

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

[amourdivine]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 🦢 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?

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PILE 01. 🕊️

who is this person? page of wands, the sun rx, seven of pentacles rx.

This person is very, very impatient. They tend to be more immature and on the feistier side, I definitely think they’re an extrovert or someone with Leo, Sagittarius or Aries in their big three. They might rush into things and have a bit of a self-sabotaging energy to them. Honestly, I think this person underestimates themselves and act out of passion and desire, so they’re not the most careful in love. They tend to be pessimistic because they wonder why their relationships go wrong, but they can rush into situations before they’re even ready and not always be willing to put the effort and time required for things to develop. Since they’re also being represented by the Page of Wands, you might question their feelings and motives towards you because they might seem fickle, even a bit childish for some of you. They have a lot of young energy, it could be in age or simply in their nature. By the way, this is definitely a new person, not someone from your past. I’m also getting more of a masculine vibe, but it doesn’t necessarily correlate to any specific gender.

how are they truly feeling?  six of pentacles, two of wands, the sun.

They see a lot of potential in your relationship with them. Like I said, this person tends to rush into things, so they aren’t super in their feelings about it, but they’re feeling very positive and they’re already wanting to make a move. This person could simply have a crush on you at first, since I don’t get any deeper feelings involved here. However, this person enjoys your presence a lot! You might have started out as friends and they love being in your presence, it turns their frown upside down. Since we also got The Sun card in the last question but in reverse, I think you make them feel more positive, happier and lighter in general. They are imagining a lot of things in their head for your future, but they feel that this connection is balanced and it could go somewhere much better than where it’s at. That’s also why they’re rushing, because they don’t want to waste any time. 

what are the circumstances regarding this confession? ten of swords rx, king of wands rx, two of cups.

They’re resisting these feelings. This person might be exhausted of all their thinking and imagining before they confess to you - they can’t wait any longer. They’re going to feel restricted and that’s why they’ll take action, so they’ll be super impulsive towards you. It might come out of the blue, at a totally random moment and it could shock you, but they’ll want to make sure to make it up to you later somehow. Maybe they’ll be venting to you and at one point they might kiss you recklessly or send a risky text. They’ll probably invite you to a date (especially dinner date) later on so that they can show you they’re interested and it’s not something that they told you just for the sake of it. They might be naturally flirty towards others, which is also why they’ll want to take you out, so you know that their feelings are romantic indeed, even if they’re at a very initial stage. They’ll be very, very nervous and fidgety (lol), might also stutter a bit and seem kind of random towards you. Honestly, there’s a lot of passion and you’ll seem even more attractive in their eyes. I can’t help but feel that they’ll try and plan everything out, only to be super hasty and clumsy with their confession (aw).

additional messages: summer breeze, “easy like sunday morning,” frat party, college roommates, sapphic/wlw, silk chiffon by muna & phoebe bridgers, 6:66, 222, light blue, hazy, champagne bubbles.

PILE 02. 🐇

who is this person? five of swords, the lovers, knight of cups.

This is someone whom you might have had a disagreement with. The intensity of this confrontation likely wasn’t anything light, so you could’ve had a falling out of sorts. They have a lot of air and Gemini energy, so there’s a duality to them that can be confusing and contradicting to you, because of their sharp wit and their spontaneous nature. This person seems like a lot! Not in a bad way, but they have a very proud and stubborn personality as well. With the Knight of Cups, this is someone who had and still has romantic feelings for you, whether you’ve known it or not. Even if you didn’t have any romantic involvement with this person, they nurse something very romantic and dreamy for you. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was an ex of yours, someone whom you were in a relationship with and ended things very badly. However, they’re not over you and no matter how difficult this situation must’ve been, they still love you very much.

how are they truly feeling?  five of pentacles, nine of pentacles rx, strength.

It’s surprising to me that this Strength card came out upright, because they’re not actually feeling strong at all. This person might be putting up a front, honestly. They could have some significant Leo placements and they might have turned this thing into a competition of “who cares less.” Which is immature, of course, but they feel left out in the cold, like all the future they had with you was lost. Even if they’re determined to make it back to you somehow, they feel that all of their chances and options were wasted and in vain. However, since we’re talking about their feelings, I don’t think it’s true that there are no options left here. They could be stuck in a self pitying mentality and that’s also what’s making them so miserable, even if they want to make things right again so badly. This person could type it out their feelings in a billion unsent texts and still be too proud to make a move.

what are the circumstances regarding this confession? judgement, eight of wands rx, wheel of fortune rx.

Enough time will have passed you by and the dust will have settled. They’ll make this choice because I can almost hear them saying to themselves “enough is enough.” Things will feel stagnant and for some of you, you might have even forgotten or let go of this person after this time of silence. They’re going to make this call after a very long time because they’ll realize that they’ve wasted too much time agonizing over these feelings and their pain instead of solving it. I pulled another card for clarification and got the Knight of Cups again, so they’ll probably realize they’re still not over you and that’s something they need to get off their chest. Honestly, I think they’ll be much more humble and loving the next time you speak to them, not only because they want to tell you how they truly feel and show their vulnerable side, but also because they don’t really expect much out of you. They could feel that they’re out of luck and out of chances to be with you, so you’ll have to be really clear about your feelings with this person, pile two, because they’re very fearful, but they’re pouring their heart out into this confession because it’ll be anything but easy to them. Also, the Universe might have nudged them a little to make this call.

additional messages: broken strings by james morrison & nelly furtado, “i know i was wrong but i regret it now,” “i’ve been a fool,” leo, sagittarius, capricorn, gemini, “i regret what i said,” “our fight was really triggering,” sorry by justin bieber, 888, 999, 10:10, february, aquarius mars.

PILE 03. 🐻‍❄️

who is this person? the tower, two of swords, six of pentacles.

This is someone who’s been through a lot, pile three. I think they can come across as insecure or even indecisive. They may be hard to read or someone who isn’t quite your type, but since they’re your next/first partner, it’ll be a welcomed surprise. They may struggle with making decisions, especially when it comes to confessing their feelings for you, because they might’ve been through a lot of difficult moments - like I said, this Tower also makes me wonder if they’re resisting some sort of change or feeling towards you because of their own fears. However, they try their best to be balanced. I think they’re very generous, very giving and caring towards people, but they may be harsh on themselves at times. This person could be a Libra, a Taurus or a Capricorn. I feel like they’re quite stubborn and they don’t actually like to take many risks. Perhaps being in love with you is something they found quite shocking, so it might take them some time to understand it.

how are they truly feeling?  king of swords, queen of cups, the hanged one.

So, I think after meditating on it for a little while, they’ll eventually evolve into a more mature, self-assured and calm energy. It may take them a while, as I said, but they’ll want to do this the right way, looking very steady and confident. This King of Swords is very logical and quite upfront, but they may be hiding their softer and more emotional side by the time they come forward. I think that the moment they confess to you, it won’t sound very emotional, but they’ll definitely be hiding this Queen of Cups underneath the King of Swords. The Hanged Man makes me think they’ll be patient with you, instead of demanding an answer right away, this person will want you to think about it, to really ponder over how you feel as well. But it also gives me the energy of someone who’s done enough contemplation over their feelings, hence why this King of Swords will come on strongly. They may seem more confident than what they actually feel, perhaps colder than intended, but they do have very strong feelings, they just don’t want to come off as too vulnerable or too emotional by the time they come clean about this. 

what are the circumstances regarding this confession? page of pentacles, the high priestess, six of swords.

There’s some healing coming from this person’s end. I cannot help but wonder if this person is someone you study or work with, but in whichever case, their offer will be something small, but significant to them. It may not be a “full blown date”, like something super luxurious, but they may offer to grab a cup of coffee with you to talk about these feelings. Something more subtle rather than super out there. Even the High Priestess itself has a more lowkey energy, so it’s possible they’ll try to do it in a more private or secluded space. I think this person will want to have a more quiet one on one with you, so it doesn’t seem like it’ll be a grand gesture. You likely won’t see this coming, so by the time they confess, you’ll have to use your intuition in order to see through that King of Swords energy I mentioned. They truly just want to let you know - I don’t think they have any high expectations over this, because the Six of Swords here gives me the idea that they’ll want to heal and move forward in case you reject them. With or without you, they’ll want to embark on a healing journey and keep going either way. They might feel a sense of relief or calm afterwards, like they have finally let these feelings and secret thoughts of you out. It’s going to be something very revealing for the both of you, something which will help them progress, whether this connection progresses or not. Of course, since this is your next partner, it’ll help the both of you move forward with your relationship and develop something from there.

additional messages: libra/7th house stellium, “i’ve made up my mind”, throw it on the fire by jon mclaughlin, “my life without you is just time”,  somewhere only we know by keane, “i just want to know how you feel,” “take your time.”

PILE 04. 🦢

who is this person? nine of swords, ten of wands, judgment.

I think this is someone who is always looking for “the light at the end of the tunnel.” It’s worth mentioning I am using the Vice Versa deck for your pile, so the imagery here is a little different than the original A.E. Waite deck. They’re likely a very hardworking and fierce person, but they’re also afraid of relying on others and asking for help. A little too proud, maybe? They could be an Aries or a Leo, but I’m more specifically getting Leo from this person. They’ve been through a lot, but still, they feel like life keeps throwing curveballs at them. Honestly, this person may suffer from burnout by the time you meet them, they may be a workaholic or someone very ambitious who wants to carve their own path in life. They may have had to start all over many times and have had a hard time finding their true calling in life, but they’ve begun to overcome these issues. This person can be very stubborn as well, maybe they don’t like hearing advice or asking for it somehow. I think you’ll recognize them by the way they try to tackle everything on their own and are a bit too proud to admit when something isn’t working or when they’re in the wrong, but they do mean well. 

how are they truly feeling?  three of cups, knight of cups, the emperor.

They might be friends with you, but the feelings are too strong for them to deny it. However, with The Emperor, it kind of confirms the fire energy for me, especially Aries as well. So they’re a little bit ashamed of how soft they truly feel for you. It’s interesting because despite wanting to look and feel in power, they just want to give you the world, even if you might reject them. This person is hopeful, though. They’ll want to look very confident and may even show off a little bit, but they want to impress you and that’s also why this Emperor is coming through. They can (and want to) give you everything you want, to be the kind of partner who honors you, someone you’re proud of. They’ve got great intentions, even though they’re not very good at communicating or explaining their feelings, they may have a little bit of a “rough edge” to them or have a very, very rational and inflexible approach about the way they feel. It’s almost like they’ll try to be very self-controlled and tough not to seem vulnerable, but deep down, these feelings are very real and they truly cherish your company. Again, I think this person will be friends with you - or at least try to remain friends before moving forward with their confession.

what are the circumstances regarding this confession? the star, queen of pentacles, two of pentacles.

They’re very hopeful! They may want to take you out somewhere fancy, give you the best of the best treatment and make you feel like a royal by their side. You may even find them to be a bit foolish? They’ll be so eager to please you, honestly. I even feel like the man in this Two of Pentacles card is juggling all things at once so he looks impressive or busy, when in fact, he’s struggling to keep up. I think this will be a very important and fancy date, something more.. official? Not something casual or anything you may take for granted. They want to make sure you’re comfortable and may even gawk at you a little bit. They find you really beautiful, pile four, that’s undeniable. There’s a lot of hope - they’re one hundred percent confident you’ll want them back (lol). I think both of you will be dressed up nicely, likely going somewhere to dine or walk? They think you’ve got everything, like you’re the full package, baby! It’s interesting that they’ll try to come off as The Emperor, but deep down I think they’ll try to find all of the ways in which they can “woo” you and make you theirs.

additional messages: “i’m worth it,” solar plexus chakra, if you want somebody by jon mclaughlin, poker face, “please notice”, the way you look tonight (cover) by shawn mendes, “can i kiss you?", fire signs, leo or aries venus/mars.

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[ryanyflags]

A List of Gender Terms !

So I disappeared for 2 months, but I finally completed this project! :D (Though I've been making some random posts talking about it, so it's not like I was really gone, or what I was working on wasn't obvious.)

It started off as me having trouble keeping track of a couple gender terms (and also not knowing they existed before, since I've never really seen people talk about them), then I thought I should make a list, and if I was going to do that I might as well post it to help other people too. Which I started out trying to make that list on Tumblr, but I found it too limiting so I moved to google docs, which I also found too limiting (I just couldn't achieve my vision, if you will), and now I know html and css.

As usual, I kinda overdid it, but I think I should be a little proud of myself. I had 0 knowledge of html and css, and 2 months later I've made my own website. (I could have made it much quicker, but I often had to take breaks, a bit overwhelmed by all that new stuff.)

Anyways, it has a ton of terms on there.

I have sections for nonbinary, abinary, midbinary, atrinary, midtrinary, androgyne, agender, neutrois, maverique, ilyagender, aporagender, outherine, kenochoric, and xenogender.

For 7 categories (sex terms, adult, general term, child, gender quality, gender-quality-in-nature genders, and spectrum / -iagender spectrum).

And they all have sources on both Archive Today, Wayback Machine, and if still existing, the original post too. (At least to the best of my abilities, and there are a couple of exceptions that I couldn't figure out.)

I did put effort into this, but it's possible I missed something. So if I made a mistake anywhere, or if anyone has any extra information to add on, or if you just have some comments, you can tell me. My ask box is open, but comments on this post would probably be fine too.

Also, I checked on a couple of different browsers, mobile too, and read up on web accessibility and checked and all that (I tried using a screen reader, I'm not a pro at it though, so it's possible I may have missed something obvious), so I hope the website itself is useable. But if there's any bugs there, just tell me (it'll be appreciated).

I'm also thinking of making another compilation, but for flags (for all of the terms listed here), and maybe orientations too, but maybe later haha

I also don't know how to write a image id for the top picture, if anyone wants to write to one I'll add it.

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Below the cut is a short little video scrolling through the site.

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 25

sorry this one took so long. unfortunately no sloppy homoeroticism this chapter, it was getting too long so i broke it up

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

can you kids get on with the next trial yet

my computer crashed like three different occasions while writing this so i fear it may be time to retire this google doc

@digitaldollsworld i owe u my life

Content warning tags: more issues with shaving and a shaving razor, canon-typical Monokuma cartoon violence, gun mention for aforementioned Monokuma antics, Monokuma-typical bullying (Monokuma as the bully, not the bully-ee)

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Contrary to popular belief; Byakuya does know what defeat is like.

And if asked about it, he would, of course, declare it all as part of a grander plan. A blip in the greater scheme of his life, a tactical retreat, losing a battle to gloriously win a war. And it wouldn’t be wholly untrue, for most of them; for every time he had had to back down, it always culminated in an opportunity to lower his opponents’ defenses, to bide his time before striking back fiercer, sharper, more decisive. The fact of his status now is proof of that.

So no, he’s never lost, never even truly tasted failure. How could he, Byakuya Togami, possibly even know the meaning of the word?

But the truth that he might only ever admit to himself - on days when his reflection looks a little too fragile, and the commoners around him are a little too near, too human for comfort - was that he was well aware of what defeat felt like. Like a cloying, oily sensation that clings to his skin, stubborn and agitating, refusing to be dislodged no matter how hard he scratches, like trying to quell some stubborn itch. Suffocating and irritating all at once, like ants marching in his loose-fitting skin. A constant uneasiness. Paranoia.

He had felt it often when he was younger, more stupid, more naive. Back when he foolishly thought it was the natural order of things for children to be shielded from unpleasant things, those strange and frightening concepts of death and betrayal, and would get so torn up in the aftermath of every little trauma that even Pennyworth would grow exasperated, ceasing his coddling and shoving him onward insteads.

He thought he’d forgotten it, but now he finds himself overly familiar with that feeling. Now, it was almost tedious - he’d be bored of it, if it wasn’t absolutely and hair-tearingly frustrating.

He slams the mirrored door of his bathroom cabinet shut, and hears its contents rattle and fall over. It was going to be hell when he opened it again, had to find or identify any of those tiny bottles by smell, but he didn’t care. The other alternative would have been to throw the razor, now sitting innocently and safely folded on the sink counter, and there are a whole slew of reasons why he shouldn’t do that, with the most fleeting, irrational one being that Pennyworth would click his tongue.

(God, Pennyworth. All servants had to be considered disposable, but he never thought he would miss that old man and his meddling so much.)

The cuts on his jaw sting as he splashes water over his face again, furiously scrubbing his hands down his cheeks. It was another failure again today; he had a feeling he was beginning to look rather shabby, given the unfamiliar prickling he can feel when he runs his fingers over his chin and upper lip, contrasting the stinging, sticky smoothness of his cheeks. The thought of being seen like this made him want to hide, and the thought of hiding himself away forever felt like shameful surrender, with no reassuringly great scheme to fall back on.

This is ridiculous. He reprimands himself, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. That now-familiar, still-infuriating mass of fuzzy yellow hovers back. It’s just one simple task. I still have my hands, and I can do this much.

As if mocking him, a thin, blurred line of blood immediately begins to track down his face, from near where his reflection’s ear should be. He slaps a hand to it, digs his fingers into the cut, and lets out a hiss between his teeth, more out of anger than the actual pain.

But the pain does its job in steadying him, focusing his thoughts. Enough! He needs to make up his mind, either to keep trying or go do something else. He’s spent too long holed up in his room, and he needs to eat and do something without relying on the unwanted, well-meaning pity of stupid individuals, and maybe show his face enough so the others don’t identify him as some strange, pathetic little hermit. He needs to get some new books from the library, having already read and reread a number of the old ones. He should do any number of things, instead of acting so paralyzed, so-

“Stuck, ain’tcha?”

He spins so fast he almost slips on the tile, hands slamming against the sink behind him to steady himself, wincing as his hip collides with the porcelain. Monokuma, that hateful little bastard, is standing in the doorway of his bathroom, head tilted in a mockery of concern. “Gosh, you look like-”

“Shut up,” He snaps, immediately, reflexively. A stupid move maybe, but the bear made it so easy to forget he was dangerous by sheer effort of being insufferable.

“Whaat? Such words you’re saying to your headmaster!” It gasps, and shakes its head. “Can’t a bear be a little concerned for its lil’ cubs? I do all this for ya, and this is how you talk to me! ...Oh, but I guess I never did respect my momma either at your age, I really oughta give her a call…”

It’s almost comical, the way it goes from shock, to stomping its feet is exaggerated anger, to immediately wilting with gloom. Distantly, Byakuya thinks that whatever technology is responsible for puppeting the thing must be very advanced, but that’s hardly his biggest concern. “Get out,” He says instead, voice clipped and rasping out of his throat. He hasn’t been taking as many fluids as he should, and the water from the bathroom tap always tastes a little too sulfuric for him.

“And now he’s in his rebellious phase! Oh momma, I knew I should’ve treated you better!” Monokuma wails, almost convincingly distraught. “Oh…but, I guess I’ll do as she did and treat you sweet anyways. It sure ain’t easy raising all you little whippersnappers, y’know?

“Anyways,” And it perks up, cheery again. “I just wanted to give you a lil’ heads up on today’s itinerary! I noticed that all of you’ve been a liiiitle stressed lately, so I wanted to treat all of you to something nice!” The words immediately set the hairs on the back of Byakuya’s neck on end. Something ‘nice’ from Monokuma could never mean something good. “Puhu…now, I did send out the message in the form of paper notes, y’know, go all retro to mix things up a bit - but then I remembered that that just wouldn’t be fair to all of us, and we just can’t have the meeting until we’re all present! So I came all the way over here, just for you, to deliver the message face-to-face!”

It’s an oddly considerate action on Monokuma’s part. So considerate, in fact, that Byakuya immediately hears alarm bells begin to ring in his head. “...When and where is this meeting,” He says, slowly.

“Well, in the gymnasium! Figured there was no need to break out the velvet carpet for just the ten of ya. And as for when, ah…” It looks at its wrist, taps at it. “Ten minutes ago!”

He reaches behind him and grabs the nearest object - the razor - and hurls it. It bounces off the tile with a loud crack, the silver blade flying open, but Monokuma dances backwards, out of range. “Whoa, careful! I’d hate to punish you for doin’ property damage! Someone might get hurt!”

“Out.” He all but roars, while at the same time scrambling. He nearly trips as he goes, narrowly avoiding stepping on the razor, hands scrabbling at the door frame to keep himself upright. He’s still dressed in his pajamas, and he digs through his drawers for a clean change - he can hear Monokuma cackling, delighted, but he hardly has time to pay the bear any mind as he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, haste turning his fingers clumsy.

“Better hurry! They’ve been waiting awhile, and I made sure they couldn’t leave ‘til you showed up!” Monokuma taunts from behind him, somewhere near the entrance. He turns over his shoulder to spit something, some insult, but-

He blinks, pausing. The backdrop of his room greets him, yellow and green and mahogany and maroon, but no jarring black-white. The bear is gone, as suddenly as it had appeared, and he actually glances around, as if expecting to see it hiding somewhere ridiculous. Under his bed, maybe, or in his wastebasket? Waiting for an opportunity to jump out at him again.

He’s so distracted by this for a moment he almost forgets the more pressing issue at hand, which was trying to retain some of his ruined dignity, as best as he could possibly manage. He dresses as quickly as possible, no time for his tie, suspenders, or jacket; he’s slipping on his shoes while smoothing down his shirtfront at the same time, trying to make sure his buttons were properly matched, and is halfway down the hall before he realizes he hadn’t even heard Monokuma leave.

—

He makes it to gymnasium in record time, taking only a few seconds to calm his breathing and try and work his hair into something presentable, and to wait for his face to stop feeling so warm. There’s something large, rectangular and olive-gray pointed towards the doors, set up on a tripod, and for a moment it reminds Byakuya of a telescope - and then he nears it, and reflects that it might actually be a turret, aimed directly at the exit doors.

‘Made sure they couldn’t leave’, was it? He thinks, remembering Monokuma’s words, though he gives the thing a wide berth as he steps around it.

The others are already there, and they turn to him as he pushes the door open. They all look-

…Well, more or less the same as usual. Shapes and colors. Though Fukawa is sprawled flat and cross-armed on the ground like a child in a tantrum, and has her tongue lolling, so she’s probably Syo at the moment; that suspicion is confirmed when she sits up and spouts a stream of crude nonsense at him in greeting, which he immediately tunes out. And Asahina and Ogami are pressed shoulder to shoulder, or as much as they can be, with their height difference. Owada stands stiffly at a parade’s rest, hands clasped behind his back, facing dead ahead. His biker jacket is gone, as is his pompadour; his hair is limp and tied behind his head, and he’d somehow colored it black. It also looks much shorter than it should be. 

“You’re late!” Owada barks as he enters, which he also ignores, though it’s much harder than with Syo. He doesn’t like looking at Owada, or hearing him for that matter, but his loudness and size made both things rather difficult.

Kirigiri looks utterly unchanged. Standing a little distanced from the rest of them, arms crossed. She’s not facing him, but he has the feeling she’s watching anyways, peering from the corner of her eyes. Besides her is Makoto, standing maybe a little meter away, and much less subtle in his watching. He jumps up as Byakuya nears, making a half-aborted sound like he wants to say something, but then stifling it at the last moment.

Byakuya hesitates for an instant, caught by the inexplicable urge to go up to him, when-

“To- dude!” Someone calls from behind him, and he almost jumps, whipping behind him to scowl. At least Hagakure had hesitated before finishing whatever stupid nickname he was about to bestow on him, on top of Monokuma’s public humiliation. “Where were you? We were buzzing your doorbell and everything!”

Were they? He hadn’t heard a thing; he glares up towards the stage, to the only possible reason why that may be. Monokuma was already perched at his podium, rocking side to side and looking as innocent as can be.

“What’s the meaning of this,” He demands, ignoring Hagakure entirely. His throat still feels reedy, his voice a little too hoarse for his liking, but it carries loud and clipped in the hollow ceiling of the gymnasium, making it sound much more steady than he feels.

“Didn’t you get the memo, Mr. Togami? I delivered it myself ‘n everything, you know!” Monokuma puts its hands on its hips, shaking its head. “Really, just ‘cuz you’re in the prime of your life, doesn’t mean you oughta slack off, y’hear!”

Byakuya sorely wishes he had another object at hand to throw. As it is, he clenches his hands tight to keep from trembling too obviously; somehow, Monokuma had the ability to make him lose all rationality by sheer rage alone. Or maybe that was the stress, fraying all his sensibilities. Or maybe just his eyes again, the damnable source of it all.

He doesn’t get to say anything in rebuke, however. No sooner did he open his mouth, was Makoto already jumping to his defense: “You’re the one who’s singling him out!” He shouts, all fury and bluster. “You used written letters specifically to harass him!”

“Why, why, Mister Makoto, what is this j’accuse!” Monokuma gasps, as if the idea of tormenting any one student was unthinkable. “Why on earth would you think I was targeting him?”

“Because-” And then he stops, throttling himself halfway through the sentence with a choked-off sound. And Byakuya knows perfectly well why, and could almost picture the horrified, guilty look that the other boy must be throwing at him right now.

It’s a ridiculous sentiment. The damage had already been done during the trial, and avoiding any mention of it now couldn’t undo those actions; if anything, it makes him look even more fragile than before, ego teetering on his miserable condition.

“Er…” Yamada says timidly, breaking the quiet. “I’d rather not see this kind of subplot development right now, it’s kind of out of place with the current tone…”

“What’re you talkin’ ‘bout, ya uncultured chestnut! I’m eatin’ this up!” Syo snaps at him, rocking back and forth with her hands on her ankles. “This is better than my American TV-action-drama dramas!”

“Enough of this,” Ogami cuts in, firm and composed. “Monokuma. You called us here for a reason. But know whatever it is you’re planning, we will not break.”

There’s a small chorus of agreement that follows that. Asahina in particular, pipes up with a fervent “that’s right!”, and even Kirigiri nods her head, just once.

The bear giggles, hiding its stark grin behind its paws. “Now, now, no need to get all defensive, puhu! I've decided to change things up a bit this time. Up till now, I've been using sticks and the whoosh of the North Wind to get you all moving…but I think it’s the carrot’s time to shine! …Though, I’d much rather have a nice, fat salmon, but whatever!”

And it spreads its little arms, and in the next moment, something large and red falls from the ceiling and thwaps loudly onto the table.

There are gasps, some yelps, and a surprised squeal from Syo as the red flutters away to reveal…well, a mound of pale yellowy-green. Even without being able to discern any more details besides that, Byakuya can guess what it is.

“Here it is! A nice, hot sun to light a fire under your butts, in the form of a cool, ten mill-lee-on buckaroos!” Monokuma crows, barely even visible behind the stacks of bills. “A graduation gift for the lucky student that makes it out alive! Like, wowie zowie, amiright??”

So this was the next motive, was it? Byakuya feels his lip curling. “That’s hardly anything,” He says, disgustedly.

“Holey moley! S’that all real!?” Syo shrieks, completely drowning him out. “I mean, s’not like I can use it when I’m the Waldo to every cop’s where, but damn!”

“When it comes to motives, money certainly is the gold standard.” Kirigiri muses. “As is the case in most mystery novels, and the real world.”

“B-but,” Asahina speaks up hesitantly. “There’s…there’s no way we’d kill each other for money! …Right?”

It seems that some part of her was still shaken, since the last trial. Or maybe she couldn’t help being meek before Monokuma, who had killed several of their classmates in a rather violent manner at this point. In a different life he might have sneered and called that pathetic, but in the present moment he couldn’t help but feel like he understood.

It’s still pathetic though, he thinks to himself regardless. “Don’t forget what happened last time. We can’t judge others by our personal standards.” He says instead, harshly, and he doesn’t miss the way Owada flinches, composure flickering.

“Um. Well…that amount’s nothing, anyways!” Hagakure shouts, with a nervous edge in his words. “Ten million, hundred million, I don’t give a crap! Seriously!” 

“That’s right,” Ogami says, voice measured. “You can’t put a price on a person’s life.”

There are a few more similar platitudes uttered, as everyone tries to convince themselves that such an amount wouldn’t sway them. Yamada boasts something about ‘comiket’ and his subscriber count. Celeste chuckles as she describes the accumulation of her personal winnings. Syo…declares that she has no need for it, given that ‘Gloomy makes enough outta her little scribblings to keep us both in velvet if she really wanted! ‘Sides, if that ever tanks I could always just find some handsome fellas and bleed ‘em dry!’ which reassures no one.

Byakuya hardly pays them any mind, instead focusing on how Makoto and Kirigiri have stayed silent this whole time. The latter is to be expected, but the former…

Surely he’s not considering it. He’d refused Byakuya when he first offered him whatever wealth he wanted, back when they were initially agreeing upon the deal. There couldn’t have been anything that would’ve changed his mind since then-

No. There would’ve been. Byakuya feels his blood running cold. Hadn’t he rescinded his initial promise to ensure the safety of Makoto’s family, immediately following the second trial? Despite whatever good intentions there had been behind Makoto’s actions, hadn’t they gone punished instead of rewarded? Would that be enough to break his resolve about killing?

No, he still has Kirigiri. And he still has some kind of regard for me, if he’s so insistent on his meddling. The bread at his doorway, and Hagakure’s intervention was proof of that. He wouldn’t cast us aside so readily…would he?

“Wow, really~?” Monokuma giggles, drawing him out of his thoughts. “It’s sooo cute watching y’all try to act tough…well, good luck then! Have fun with your pure and communal lives!” It cackles, hops off the platform, and waddles off to disappear backstage. The money stays where it is, gaudy with the sheer amount of it. Byakuya has the irrational temptation to walk up and shove it all off the table.

The others are beginning to talk amongst themselves again, exchanging uneasy reassurances and nervous accusations. Owada is loudly declaring how ‘money is the root of all evil’ to an uncomfortable Hagakure. Syo is demanding proof that Ogami doesn’t have some debt racked up over illegal doping, with Asahina having to be held back. Yamada is being dragged off by Celeste, his protests going unheard.

None of it is of the utmost importance however, as he turns towards the door. Kirigiri and Makoto are already making their exit, so he follows them, just a few meters behind.

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[slveepyscwrs]

5 MORE reasons to start writing again (Motivation Post pt. 2!)

Hey besties, the original part one post has surpassed five reblogs! As promised, here are an additional five reasons why you should open your Google Doc, TextEdit, Notepad, or whatever it is and START. WRITING. THAT. FANFICTION!

Hear me out– getting your first hate comment. Of course, I'm not talking about constructive criticism (which is not 'hate' to begin with) or the genuinely distressing hate where it escalates to personal threats. I'm talking about the general angry Karen "Ugh how dare you!" type comments. Remember, haters only target successful people so they can be jealous. So, the moment you get that first hate comment, you know you're doing something right.

Those random strokes of genius you get while writing out your work. You will read over the same sentence five, even 10 times in amazement, asking yourself over and over again, "Wow, I was the one who wrote this?"

The ability to affect your readers' emotions. This is another one that I don't really see talked about that much, but it makes you feel so powerful when you realise that those silly little words you typed up ACTUALLY have an effect on how people feel. Trust me, you will feel over the moon when you start to get comments like, "This fic made me cry," "This fic SENT me LMAAOO," "I was having a bad day, but this fic made me feel so much better."

Your grades will improve. Regardless of whether you're writing for school or for fun, writing at all is still good practice. The techniques you learn while writing fanfiction will genuinely make you a better writer at school as well. This doesn't even have to apply to your English class only– soon, you will find yourself soaring in any writing-related subject.

Getting noticed by people who don't even speak the same language as you! It can be confusing at first when you write in one language but get a comment in another language, but it makes you feel good about yourself when you know that your fanfiction was so good that someone who might not even know English that well still wanted to read it.

That's it for today! If you have any more writing problems you want to ask me for advice about, or you would like to see more content like this, let me know in my 'Ask Me Anything!' section!

[rainbows-r-nice05]

~Stolen Glasses~

George Karim x Reader

Content: FLUFF and kissing

Summary: On one early morning, you decide to spice things up a little by stealing your lovers glasses.

Warnings: GRAMMER, it being my first fanfic I write.....

Word Count: 1,200 (according to Google Docs)

Notes: Ok y'all, This is my first fanfic ever writing and I sure do hope y'all like it. I apologize for my crappy writing. Please enjoy this fluffy fic I decided to do!!! I might do more.... just maybe.... (foreshadowinggggg).

@nevermoreakaemohogwarts I hope you like it!! <3

Warm, that's what you feel when you wake up. Eyes squinting as the sun beams down upon your face as you lie in your bed. Well, not your bed… more like George's bed. You two have been dating for about 3 months and you practically moved into his room. Let's just say you only go into his room when you have trouble sleeping or had a nightmare. Anyway, Someone must have opened the blinds while you were asleep. Only proves who had done it, which you were a little bit annoyed at. You also heard the shower running which meant that George must be in the shower. 

     Groaning you pulled the covers back and got up from the bed. You put on your fizzy socks as you look at the clock on George's night stand that reads 7 o'clock. You rolled your eyes since you could have slept in more. You were about to walk out when you spotted his glasses on his desk. A mischievous grin makes its way onto your face as you casually picked up his glasses and placed them in your pajama pocket. Your stomach gave a grumble which told you that you needed breakfast. 

     As you walked out of the room,  you could smell the tea that was already brewed and the delicious smelling blueberry pancakes. George must have woken up a lot earlier than you in order to make these. Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, you realize how quiet it is, with the exception of the shower running. Oh right!! Lockwood and Lucy would not be back until around 8, their case included an overnight stay at a hotel. Well that's why it's so quiet.  

     You walked over to the counter and made yourself some tea and put some blueberry pancakes on a plate and decorated it. Syrup and whipped cream were the main toppings and you took the plate and your tea and sat down at the table. You took a sip of your warm tea and started eating your pancakes. "Mmmm George, these are so good", you say to yourself as you take the first bite.

     You loved the mornings at 35 Portland Row. Sun shining into the dining room and onto your face. The sounds of the birds chipping and the tea kettle whistling. Or sometimes it would be raining and those days were the best. But today was just another summer morning. 

     You then hear the shower shut off and the door to the bathroom opens. Then you see George with his wet messy hair sticking to his forehead with a big t-shirt on and guess what…. No trousers. You see George squint at you and all you could do is smile and blush at his stance.

"Y/n have you seen my glasses anywhere? I swore I put them on my dresser by my bed." You see him looking around the kitchen and moving things on the table.

"Not that I know of, Have you tried your pancakes because they are so good." You say trying to change the subject. George was now looking at you skeptically and turned back to his mug pouring the boiling water with the tea bag in it. Smirking, you slowly slipped the glasses out of your pocket and put them on your nose. 

     "Are you sure you ha-" he said as he turned around to see you mid bite into your pancake. You then continued to eat and smirked while George just stood there with a straight look on his face. "Y/n what do you have on your nose?" "I honestly do not know what you are talking about " you said as you sat back in your chair and looked at George. " Y/n…..you know exactly what I am talking about, now please give them back before I run into another wall." " Hmmmm…." You said thoughtfully as you put a finger to your chin. "No, sorry but I quite like your glasses, fit me well yea." 

     "If I do not get them in the next 3 seconds, there will be consequences." "And what would those consequences be?" You say as you raise an eyebrow. "You will see if you do not give them back" " I think I want to find out" you say smiling. 

 "Ok then, Three……" he says as he comes up closer to you ".... Two….." You have a feeling as to what's about to happen "....ONE…" 

     George lunges at you, hands at your sides tickling you. You laugh so hard trying to pry his hands away from you as George laughs and keeps tickling you. "GEORGE… STOPPPP!!" You say in between breaths as he continues tickling you. 

     You eventually escape his hands and quickly move to the other side of the table. " You know, this could all end if you would give me my glasses back." " Hmm… but I want to see what happens next." You held deep eye contact as You slowly moved toward the door. Looking behind you, you smirk and quickly run up the stairs, George following chasing after you. Laughter fills the air as you run into George's room and him hot on your tail. 

     "GEORGE WAIT AHH" You say as he tackles you onto his bed. Your laughs fill his ears and he pins your hands onto the bed with him straddling you. Your laughter fads as the both of you hold eye contact for a decent amount of time. Both of you are lost in each other's eyes and basking in the color of them. His dark chocolate brown eyes with your beautiful (e/c) eyes. George then glances at your lips and slowly moves in as if for a kiss. Just as your lips are about to touch, he backs out last minute and snaches his glasses from your face. "HA I have gotten my reward for chasing you up here," George says with a proud look on his face. You on the other hand are pretty flustered and as red as a tomato since you were teased. 

     "Not gonna lie, but my darling, you look quite good in my glasses." "Oh just shut up and kiss me already," you say as you put your arms around his neck. "As you wish my love," and the both of you lean in and press your lips to his lips. 

     This kiss was long and so much love and passion was put into that kiss. George's hand eventually went to your cheek as your hands started playing with the hairs on the back of his head. 

     As you pull away, George collapses on your chest with his head in your neck. You laugh as he snuggles more deeper into your neck. "Well, that was fun," you say as you play with George's hair. "Yea.. Maybe you should steal my glasses more often, my love." "Ok, I think I will, besides, I have got more plans to come as to when to STRIKE!!" you say as you snatch his glasses from his hand. "NOPE, you are too slick for that one darling," he says as he snatches them back and puts them on his face. You then pout and then George just busts out laughing. "Darling, you know that does not work on me." "Worth a try," you say as you place a soft kiss on top of his head. You both just sit there in comfortable silence and cuddling for about a good 5 minutes. 

     "Alright then, we better go down and eat breakfast before Lockwood and Lucy come home," George says as he gets up. "Yes you're indeed right," you say as you get up. George then waits for you at the door and interlocks your hand into his and shares one final short kiss before walking down stairs together. Oh yes, you were so going to get him back

[sanastrawberryy]

Hi again! After a whole week of drowning in projects, I’m finally free!!1!1!1!1

And now, idol au part 4 let’s go!!

The only difference is no google doc this time cause I’ve used all the spaces for assignments yayayayayay. So, it will be pretty lengy. To be honest, I feel the least confident about this part, so if you guy have questions or just want to say anything please please comment because it really make my day 100% happier.

Okay, hope you guys enjoy this, heh.

( Oh and here’s part 1 part 2 part 3 if you want to read, please read ehehehehe )

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Early in the morning, before he could fully wake up, Cube heard some voices calling from outside the door. Dragging himself out of bed, he opened the door to find Pentellow with an incredibly excited expression.

"Thank goodness, you finally woke up!"

"Finally? H-How long have you been calling me?"

"That doesn't matter, hurry up and get ready, today is going to be amazing!"

With that, the girl quickly left. People here really live in a rush; can't they spare a moment for others to understand what they're saying? He looked at the clock. It was 7:05 AM, he had slept through his alarm, and if Pentellow hadn't called, he would have overslept, which would lead to unnecessary trouble. Silently thanking the senior girl, he continued with his morning routine.

The way to the film set wasn't far, just about a 10-minute walk. When he arrived, Iris and Pentellow were waiting, while Pyrare seemed to be talking to another manager in the distance. As soon as they saw him, the two seniors stood up, more cheerful than the day before.

"You arrived just in time, I have something to show you, lil man!" The purple man pulled the still-sleepy boy into a crowded area.

"This is the main film set, where you'll be practicing this morning. I'm the male lead in a TV show being filmed here, and I had to postpone the shooting schedule to teach you, so you better learn well."

"And I heard that Miss Penta here has a role in another project, right?"

Upon hearing this, Pentellow proudly announced:

"That's right! I have a role, but it's just a small one, and it's my first role since I'm still learning!"

Iris chuckled and turned to Cube, teasingly saying:

"This lil miss here is a core member of the famous ARSUN group, with hundreds of performance invitations, yet she still wants to take on acting. Isn't that a bit too ambitious? I wonder if she'll have time for fashion shows too?"

Pentellow, of course, was not pleased and shot back:

"Hmph, if I want to be an actress, that's my business. The more skilled I am in different fields, the better, unlike your nosy self!"

Iris just smirked and walked away towards Pyrare. Pentellow glared at him and said to Cube: "Forget him, let's go, it's almost time for practice “

Cube couldn't help but relate the argument he just witnessed to newlywed couples in his old dorm, always bickering over the smallest things. The two seniors were so close that he thought if they weren't in the entertainment industry, they might have been dating for a long time. Love in showbiz, in general, and in Paradise, in particular, is a serious matter that requires extreme caution; otherwise, one could get caught up in unnecessary scandals that could greatly affect the work of the entire center. He had never thought about dating and had no intention of getting involved in any relationship beyond that of colleagues, so he didn't need to worry about this issue. And right now, his top priority was his first acting practice at the main film set in just 2 minutes.

Each trainee was randomly assigned a role from previously produced films to assess their abilities, from which a suitable development direction could be determined. Most roles were easy to perform, with only a few being more challenging, and only the unluckiest would draw those. When it was Cube's turn, he kept praying for an easier role since he had no knowledge of acting. Unfortunately, his luck ran out, and he drew a more difficult role, that of a prince sentencing his treacherous close advisor to death. After reading the script, he already knew his future, turning to Iris, who was sitting in the judges' row, with a pleading look, even though he knew it wouldn't help at this point. He saw Iris nod slightly, signaling him to do his best. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to do so.

After being briefed on some basic knowledge, the trainees took turns practicing their parts. Most of them had light roles, so the performances were generally okay. When it was Cube's turn, he wiped the sweat streaming down his face and stepped heavily in front of the judges. With no way back, he had to perform with all the remaining ability he had, hoping not to be kicked out on his first day.

His performance was… hard to describe. Fortunately, he didn't stumble over his lines, but overall, he felt he fell far short compared to the previous contestants. During his performance, he heard some whispers, which made his already minimal confidence plummet even further, somewhat affecting his performance. The judges, including Iris, all shared the same opinion about him: “Showed effort, but lacks skills in adjusting expressions and confidence." He breathed a sigh of relief, yes, relieved that he hadn't been kicked out of class and harshly judged, yes.

After class, Cube's group went to have lunch together in area 01. Iris sighed as he looked at him:

"To be honest, if I were the director, you'd be a backup for a crowd character, and that's if you were even accepted into the film set. From the start, I saw you weren't cut out to be an actor; I even intended to ask for you to be excused from acting classes so you wouldn't lose face, but that didn't happen. It's truly a miracle that you were kept in that class, but I advise you to focus on your music career instead; acting, on the other hand, is..pretty tough, for you”

Pentellow looked at Cube, forcing a smile:

"Hehe, I was going to argue, but he's too right. But don't worry! With your talent, shining on stage won't be hard at all; just believe in yourself!"

Pyrare, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up:

"What you two said is true. Cube, just because you're not good at acting doesn't mean you're lacking in everything else. I believe that as long as you have the determination to try, you'll achieve significant success, not just in music. I, along with everyone else, believe in you."

Cube felt deeply moved by the encouragement from the seniors. He wasn't upset about his poor acting, but hearing those words gave him a huge source of motivation, making him feel more confident. He was determined not to let these kind seniors down.

"Yes, I will do my best, thank you so much..."

The lunch break was only 2 hours long, and after eating, he quickly ran to the practice area from yesterday to prepare for the afternoon stage acting class. This time it was just theory, so the seniors didn't need to attend in the afternoon, which made him feel a bit more relaxed. When he got there, the seats were already arranged in the middle of the yard, with a few people scattered around. Cube chose a spot for himself and settled in, waiting for the class to start.

This stage act class didn't have much to offer, except for lengthy theories and some confusing movements that he couldn't quite visualize. At the end of the class, he returned to his room to prepare for tonight when he saw Pyrare waiting for him not far away. As soon as he spotted Cube, he stood up straight, his voice serious as he asked:

"Cube, I just received a notification from the event organizers for tonight's performance. They expressed a desire to invite you to participate in a segment as a backup vocalist, as the person assigned to that role fell ill unexpectedly. If you accept, they will prepare everything for you and postpone the performance time to give you time to practice."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"Of course, you can decline; they won't force you, and you can still participate normally. I know this is very sudden, but I hope you can give me your answer as soon as possible, at least 30 minutes before 8:00 PM tonight."

Pyrare looked at him with a meaningful gaze, patiently waiting for the young boy in front of him to process what he had just said.

Cube couldn't believe his ears. He was invited to perform tonight, he was invited to perform tonight, he was invited to perform tonight. The performance was originally meant for graduates, at least for elite trainees who had been trained for years. Yet here he was - a kid who had only been accepted for less than three days - being invited to perform as a backup vocalist. This was truly an enormous honor for a new trainee like him, even if it was just as a backup singer. He stammered, asking the manager, hoping he had misheard:

"A-A-Are you serious? I… I was invited… a…?"

Pyrare, receiving Cube's response, sighed and continued:

"...They said you have talent and want to give you a chance to showcase yourself in front of the other trainees. This is a great honor; if possible, I would like you to accept this offer because it's rare for a first-year trainee to be invited to perform at such a significant event. But…”

He wanted to continue, but hesitated. Cube looked at Pyrare's indescribable expression, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings about this invitation. On one hand, the invitation was like a golden and diamond-encrusted opportunity, paving the way for an extremely bright future for a trainee just starting out in the profession. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure if performing on such a big stage could make him shine like Pyrare said. He had barely performed in front of a crowd since the interview, and like his three seniors said, he didn't have enough confidence to stand in front of an audience, especially when the audience was his peers. The two sides were fiercely fighting in his mind, making him unable to speak out and reply to Pyrare.

"You don't have to answer me right away. Think carefully before making a decision, you have until 7:30 tonight to answer me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go now."

Cube struggled with himself for a while without realizing that Pyrare had long since left, and almost everyone else had gone home. He just stood there, until the security guard came and patted his shoulder, only then he came back to his senses and hurriedly returned to the dormitory.

Back in his room, he looked at the clock, it was 6:32 pm, just in time to shower and have a snack. He thought about Pyrare's words, his tone at that time was very doubtful and seemed unhappy when he made the offer to him. This made him even more suspicious of that extremely precious invitation, wondering if he should refuse it or not. Besides, standing on stage in front of hundreds of people really made him nervous, his performance would be greatly affected. At that time, he was not sure if he could complete the performance completely, or become a topic of bad gossip for the other trainees, something he did not want at all. The golden opportunity had now become full of danger and risk, an inexperienced trainee like him could not take on such a big role without ruining it.

It was decided, even if it seemed stupid to others to refuse the organizers' invitation, he could not risk his image in front of the audience when he had just entered Paradise, especially in an industry where image was almost the most important thing. He quickly took a shower and had a snack, then turned to the door of the room. But as soon as he opened the wooden door, he saw the tall manager standing right next to him, along with the curious eyes of some people passing by.

“E-Eh, why are you here, and also, w-how do you know my room?”

“The managers know all the interns’ room numbers.”

“Oh, what a coincidence, I was also looking for you…um…”

“I know what you’re looking for me for, have you got an answer yet?”

Here it is, Cube took a deep breath:

“I-I don’t think I’m capable enough to…you know, perform on such a big stage. It would be better to let someone else…more experienced than me…I’m sorry…”

Hearing that, Pyrare’s expression relaxed a bit, he even saw a flash of satisfaction on his face, but it only lasted less than 2 seconds before returning to a calm and serious expression:

“I understand, I will inform the organizers about your answer. Thank you for thinking about the invitation, and once again I apologize for being so abrupt. I’ll excuse myself.”

Cube felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders, it was better than being a laughing stock to others. The trainees attending had to be present at 7:45 for roll call, he ran back to the venue with all his might, just in time for the staff to come out to count the number of people. The venue was huge, it looked like it could hold a thousand people, but the trainees were all placed in the top row of seats for easier monitoring. Cube deliberately chose a seat in the corner to be as far away from the organizers as possible to avoid embarrassment, but there was no such thing as spring when their keen eyes had already spotted him long ago, one of them even looked at him for a long time, making his back shiver. Unpleasant experiences automatically increased by 50%.

The performances were all very special and outstanding. Cube was most impressed by the piano performance by a female artist who had 5 years of performing experience, according to the MC. She had a gentle, refined yet indifferent style, and to be honest, he really wanted to learn from her. However, he couldn’t ignore the way the people in the organizing committee seats kept trying to talk to him, despite his best efforts to avoid and squeeze past each person to get out of the event. But, when a man pulled his shoulder, he knew he was done for, with no way to escape. The man saw him give up all attempts to escape, and said warmly:

“Mr. Hexahedron, it’s an honor to meet you. Come here, we have a few things to ask for your opinion, please don’t be so polite.”

From afar, a few curious interns lingered to watch, but were all reminded by the staff to go outside. This is trouble, he thought of all the reasons to refuse, but the other man seemed to read his mind:

“Don't worry, we won't take up too much of your precious time. Just relax, we'll solve it quickly if you cooperate with us.”

His actions seemed polite and humble, but Cube knew who was in charge.

“We heard about you from a veteran member of our management team. He had a good impression of you, which is rare for others, so we are looking forward to seeing your talent, Hexahedron.”

Cube guessed that the person in question was the judge from last time. Was he really interested in you to the point of telling the management team?

“It’s a pity that you didn’t get the chance to shine as we wanted today, but that was your choice, and we respect that. However, you still have many opportunities to prove your ability to us in the future, first of all is the new trainees’ gala next weekend. If you want, we will arrange a performance for you, at that time, you can perform in any form, we and the staffs will support you as much as possible to make the party go smoothly. What do you think about this idea? ”

Cube really wanted to run away right now. He had already refused the organizers' invitation once, now they were determined to keep him, he couldn't refuse and he couldn't accept. The manager looked at him patiently, his eyes showing absolutely no signs of annoyance or joy, making it impossible for him to guess what he was thinking. He racked his brains, trying to find a way out for himself before being cornered by the man in front of him. Of course, the best answer a minor could come up with when faced with a grown man's questioning was:

"I-I'll think about it, thank you for your concern, senior..."

..The manager laughed, Cube didn't know if he was looking down on him or not.

"Alright, please respond to us as soon as possible. We look forward to working with you, Hexahedron. You can go to your dorm now. Have a lovely night."

Cube bowed to him, walked out of the venue and ran back to the intern building as if he was being chased.

He locked the door out of reflex, even though the security here was very good, as if he was afraid someone would block his door and ask about this or that performance. The warm light from the room calmed his confused mood a bit, he quickly cleaned himself up and collapsed straight onto the bed. His whole body was limp, his limbs could not move as soon as he placed them on the soft mattress. When he was still working at the bar, because of his good physique, he often took on the task of carrying heavy boxes, and had never suffered any health problems. But after only 3 days here, he felt like his strength had been drained, both inside and out, and he had no mind to think about anything else.

Perhaps the only comfort was that tonight he didn't have to read a book to help him sleep, and he passed out like that, ending the third day.

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[the-fools-route]

THE FOOLS ROUTE

Chapter 3

Google docs isn't working so I don't know the word count. 😐

Expect grammar mistakes

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" Rise and shine! "

Portia opens the curtains, filling the room with light. I pull the covers over my head, it's way too bright right now.

" Not a morning person huh? Maybe I can convince you to get up with some breakfast? "

I slowly pull the blanket from my face.

" I might be interested."

She laughs at that. She sets a silver tray on the dresser next to my bed. It's filled with warm flaky pastries.

" I also brought a fresh set of clothes for you to wear. "

She sets the clothes pile on my bed, and she looks at me funny.

" Are you ok? You look like you're thinking of something important. "

The golden corridors still cloud my mind.

" Just a weird dream. "

She makes a sound of acknowledgement.

" You have a pretty free day today, all you really have to do is join milady for dinner tonight. I have to leave to run some errands. But till then, the world is your oyster! "

The door clicks and all is quiet. But my mind is not. I cannot stop thinking about last night. I usually have weird dreams, but this one takes the cake. Candlewick lightly lifts his head, swaying. He first slowly surveys the room, then trots to the edge of the bed and slides off. He lazily wanders around the room, exploring his new domain. I pull my phone from my pocket, the battery level is still the same. Strange. I sigh heavily, loud enough to make Wick look at me.

" What do I do now? "

Candlewick sits, as if he was thinking. He then trots to the bed pawing toward the folded clothes.

" Yeah, I should probably change. "

I've been given loose steel blue pants and a lighter blue top. The sleeves are wide and flowing. The outfit clashes with my red shoes, but I don't mind much.

" You know, for a cat you seem to understand me pretty well. "

He rolls on his back ignoring me. The platter Portia left me was fairly large, and very expensive looking. I trace the intricate designs of the silver platter with my finger. There were 5 pastries, some with what looks like fruit jam inside. Don't get me wrong, I love fruit. I'm just picky about how I eat them. Jam is a no no. I take the most plain looking bread roll. I be careful to not drop any crumbs on the floor, which proved to be more of a problem then I thought it would.

I leave my room to explore for the day since I'm not very busy. Candlewick trots close behind me, he seems to be a great travel buddy. I'm glad I'm not alone. The halls are brilliantly lit by the golden sun. The silk curtains gleam and the floors I swear were mirrors in their past life. The halls are much more lively than they were yesterday, people with big hats and bigger feathers adorned on them walk the halls. Some are holding papers or baskets, and some wave at me. I shyly wave back. I really don't belong here, I'm like a stray dog. At least dogs are cute. I explore different rooms, and believe me there are plenty of them here for me to stoop in. I found a a room filled with instruments, and another with chairs and couches. I hope nobody minds that I'm snooping around.

I eventually find large double doors that lead into an empty ballroom, a very big empty ballroom. A glass dome ceiling lets streams of light in, sending gold streaks to dance around the room. I Imagine the light morphing into people in regal dresses and suits, spinning and gliding effortlessly across the floor. It's beautiful. I personally don't know how to dance, but it feel like the right thing to do right now. I pick Candlewick up and hold him in my arms.

" May I have this dance? "

He peeps.

" That's probably a yes. "

I spin around the room trying to copy the golden phantoms around me, it's not easy. I keep tripping over my feet, but I don't mind. I sing to Candlewick a song that doesn't exist here, something only known by me. He purrs contentedly, I swear he's swaying with me. A cloud passes over the skylight dimming the light. The gold dancers disappear leaving us alone. I drop Candlewick and bow, and I can't help myself but laugh. Who knew dancing could be fun? The cloud passes and the room is bright again.

" Where to now? "

He stares at me for exactly two seconds then takes off running to a door on the right. I chase after him.

" Whoa! Can't we just walk or something? "

I dont understand how he can run so fast with so little traction. He slips through a cracked door and disappears. I persue to to little avail. The aroma of flowers swirl around my head as I open the door. I must be on the balcony from yesterday. Large marble stairs lead me down from the balcony to the gardens.

Morning dew blankets vibrant flowers of all shapes and sizes, I recognize a few of them. Peonies, roses, lavender, so on so forth. I move at a slow pace around the garden beds trying to find where that dang cat went, I find nothing but the sound of the early birds and the first sunshine of the day. I end up not finding him in the end, but instead finding a large white pavilion with a table and some chairs. I take a break from searching, he will show up eventually.

A cockatoo lands on the table I'm sitting at. He hops around and surveys me with his red eyes.

" Hello there friend. "

He skips to my hand and nibbles on my fingers. I attempt to pet him with my other hand. He puffs up and hisses at me.

" Fuck you! "

I'm left absolutely stunned. He just cursed at me!

" Excuse me? "

He squawks at me and flys away.

" Well, screw you too bird. "

He taunts me from a tree branch, hopping around puffing his feathers.

" My my, such colorful language. "

I know that voice. I whip around to see Nadia behind me, I didn't even hear her approach me.

" Do you know that bird? "

She sighs.

" Yes, I believe he was my husband's. "

She doesn't look as if she was fond of his bird.

" He always had such a temper. " she sighs.

" Your husband or the bird? "

She looks shocked, I probably shouldn't have said that. I attempt to apologize, but she laughs.

" I believe both, if possible. "

She pulls a chair from the table to sit in.

" I believe I have found a friend of yours. "

She looks to the side were lo and behold, Candlewick emerges from a bush. I think he goes out of his way to give me a hard time.

" How has your time here been? Are you comfortable? "

My hands fidget underneath the table.

*Pick*

*Pick*

*Pick*

" I've been fine, I don't have any complaints. "

Her voice is so soothing, she's so easy to listen to. She looks to the sky and smiles.

" It's been a while since I've gotten a chance to sit out here, every time I have a moment to myself another problem arises. "

When was the last time she had a day to herself?

" You could take the day off, go into town, I'm sure nothing too horrible could happen. Worse case scenario a painting falls over. "

She looks at me with wide eyes. Then looks to the side, concentrating. A small sound leaves her mouth with finality.

" Then we shall go to town. "

" We? "

The streets are bustling with noise as people start their day. Shouting and laughing become white noise, almost unnoticed. Almost. Nadia had wrapped herself in a purple shaw to blend in with the crowd. I was dressed ths same, I had no title to draw unwanted eyes, well other than being a thief in that one specific market that I will be sure to avoid, but that's beside the point. I have an ( nearly ) blank slate.

I point out stalls with strange oddities that I had never seen before. The shiny items beckon for me like a siren calling to an unsuspecting sailor. We visit meny vendors selling high quality goods, Nadia has told me at least a billion times that i can get whatever I wanted. Yes, I saw meny nice things. And also yes, I picked up said meny things to admire them with my hands. Feeling the bumps and ridges on everything. But I had no need or want for such things, they're just nice to look at. Time flew by without acknowledgement, we had shared a lunch in some high-rated inn. We had made small talk about restaurants from home.

" So, the owners knew the food was unhealthy? And they sold it anyway? "

I laugh at Nadia's confusion.

" Yep. But everyone still loved McDonald's, as bad as it was. "

I pick at my food before me. I had a plate of some sort of spiced meat drowned in a sauce. I ate most of it but I honestly wasn't all that hungry. I don't want to say we were running out of things to do, but it felt as if we were. There was much more to be done, just not today.

" What do we do now? "

Nadia readjusts her shaw to ensure anonymity, but her eyes never leave me. Once she is satisfied with her disguise she takes my hand into hers and smiles.

" Why don't I take you to a tailor to get yourself outfitted to your preference. I'd love to treat you as a thank you, I haven't had this much fun in a while. "

*Pick*

*Pick*

*Pick*

I tear at my nails with uncertainty.

" Are you sure? Do we have time? "

She smiles that beautiful smile once again.

" With certainly. "

So Nadia took me to see a tailor.

She expressed mild worry, as she had never been to this peticular store before. She has high standards for such things, and wanted it to be perfect or it was just a waste of time in her opinion. Once we enter and observe the room to be empty other then the man at the front desk, she removed her "disguise". Two things happen.

First, the man behind the front counter froze for a moment and stuttered his welcome slightly. I bet he didn't count on seeing the Countess in his store today. Secondly, I wondered how the hell is her hair so perfect after being covered and walking around all day.

We are each lead to a room to be measured. I stood on a small platform in the middle of said room, it was filled with mannequins and long rolls of patterned fabric. The room was filled yet was still orderly. I had never been measured before, I just grabbed clothes from my local Walmart and called it a day. I felt as if it was mildly invasive but that was to be expected. Once the man was done he lead me to an even larger room with clothes, he told me they were my size. Or at least close too.

I'm surrounded by suits, evening gowns, and robes. I try on a dress or two. But I don't keep them, i'm not really a dress person. Makes me feel silly for some reason, but the idea of wearing one is nice I guess. If I did wear dresses, i want it to "feel" like me. I don't want to look in the mirror and see someone else. I don't quite know what I'm looking for, as of now I am simply grabbing clothes and trying them on. But nothing really sticks. Not until I find a white blouse. It has puffy sleeves that cinch at the wrists and a simple v-line collar. I back track through the clothes till I find a pair of very dark pants, I try both on. I tuck the blouse in for a cleaner look, yet it's still a bit plain. I search the clothing racks for something to add. A mannequin catches my eye. A leather underbust corset lies wrapped around the wooden waist. I trace my fingers along the strings. This will work.

I stand in front of a tall mirror admiring my work. My white blouse tucked into my pants, then wrapped in the corset. Dark brown leather boots with a pair of slightly lighter half chaps, for a bit of pizzazz. I look at myself in the mirror, admiring my work. Maybe I should find a pretty collar for Candlewick, so he can be fancy too. But that will have to wait, I have a bigger problem at the moment. I need to leave the changing room.

What if my outfit is wrong? What if it's not nice enough? My hand hangs over the doorknob shaking, trembling. I don't understand why I am so hesitant to be seen. Maybe I don't want to be judged. Candlewick leans against my boot, he's either comforting me or demanding attention. Regardless, it calms me. I place my hand on the doorknob, no turning back now.

I'd like to say that the changing room door creaked horrendously loud causing strangers to look at me, and that they turned their heads away with disgust. And that some random woman shielded her baby's eye in fear of it crying because of me. But that's not what happened. The door didn't make a sound, no creaking. It was silent. And the room wasn't filled with potentially upset people, it was nearly empty. Filled only Nadia and a man measuring her clothing size. The tailor barely notices me, Nadia on the other hand definitely saw me.

* Pick *

* Pick *

* Pick *

She smiles but says nothing.

I wait around awkwardly until she was satisfied with browsing the store. She waves her hand to dismiss the tailor. He leaves for a few minutes before returning with a few rolls of fabric.

" I summoned a carriage for us while you were changing, it's late in the afternoon and I don't want to tire you out. Our duties are not yet finished. "

*Pick*

*Pick*

*Pick*

" Ok. "

I respond in a small quiet voice, my nerves always get the best of me.

I had never been in a carriage before this. The seats were plush and soft, very inviting. They were a beautiful crimson, like a fine wine. Total upgrade from the hard dirty seats on the bus.

She pat the seat beside her, signaling me to sit. She gently lays her hand on mine, her rings feeling cool on my warm skin.

" You look beautiful in your new clothes, I only hope you shall allow me to spoil you in the future again. "

My face flushes red, I'm not used to such treatment. It made me feel weird. Tingly? I felt warm, I felt . . .

Loved.

The ride wasn't very long, so we were back by sunset. Nadia was pleased that nothing horrific had happened with her temporary absence, as was I. Nadia told me to have some fun before dinner so she sent me on my way. I wasn't really sure what to do, so I just wondered around. I walked with a bounce in my step, I felt like I was shinning.

I feel great here. At home, I felt like I was just some other ordinary teen. No one paid any mind to me. But here? I think I can make something good for myself.

I went to Lucio to show him my new outfit, he was expectedly unimpressed by the lack of "flair and gold ". But he did say it was nice. I told him about my trip with Nadia, and about the new things I had seen. He seemed sour, grumbling how Nadia never took him to town.

We had laid on the rug by the grand window and talked for a long time. He talked about a "red market" and how he loved to romp around and buy whatever he wanted. And I talked about video games I had played and movies I had seen. Lucio seemed quite content with himself, he practically melted into the carpet while I told him the plot of a Disney movie. His eyes were soft and his breathing was steady.

He looked happy.

I obviously couldn't stay forever as I had a dinner to attend, I bid fairwell to Lucio and left. I felt him follow me, although I couldn't see him i knew he was there. I found his dogs lounging about toward the staircase that lead to his side of the palace. I made sure to scratch their ears as I passed. I think Lucio stayed with his dogs because of a sudden feeling of loneliness that came apon me as I left.

I enter the grand dinning room to see Asra and Nadia talking amongst themselves.

" I'm sorry I'm a little bit late, I got lost. "

"With time you will be acoctomed with the layout. What matters is you are here now."

Nadia reassures me that all is well. Thank God, this place is a damn labyrinth.

The long table welcoming, Nadia sits at an end with an empty chair to her side. I'll be between her and Asra. Me and Asra haven't really talked much and I had a few questions. Nothing of importance, I'm just curious of his character. We are brought meals one by one. First a light salad, then some butterd bread, and finally a spiced fish. I'm not really a salad person. I don't prefer it with ranch, although most people do. And I hate croutons. Yes, croutons. But this salad? The one before me?

Heavenly. It was lightly peppered and had a dressing that wasn't overpowering.

This place is awsome.

We had nice conversations about our pasts. I shared pleasant memories of a rainbow xylophone I had when I was young. Asra spoke of adventures to far away places. And Nadia of her childhood home. Eventually Nadia got on the topic of her late husband. No one seemed somber when his death was brought up. Asra briefed Nadia on their recent findings regarding said event. I know it's not my place to ask, but I need to know. Half of his room is suffocated by ash. I want to know why. How do I ask this in a nice way?

" How did he pass away? "

Nailed it.

Asra didn't look uncomfortable, but he didn't look thrilled that I asked.

" 3 years ago my husband was murdered by his personal doctor. "

Time to ask another dumb question.

" His doctor? Was he sick? "

Asra answers my second question.

" He was affected by the red plague. It killed hundreds of innocents. Noone afflicted survived. "

They looked sad now.

" Meny of the deaths, were of people I knew. "

Hundreds? That's horrible. Was it because of the lack of modern medicine? How were so meny lives lost?

" We are still on a man hunt for the man responsible for my husband's death. Dr. Julian Devorak. "

. . .

I pause. Murder? No, not possible. He was so kind to me, to Asra. But Asra is looking for him? We saw him yesterday?

I look at him next to me, we lock eyes. The look he's giving me tells me to stay silent. Dont say anything.

So I said nothing.

[nerogurl]

Hi! I'm here for one of your Fear & Hunger matchups.

My info is in a Google doc, I hope that's okay! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dgZ-4Lil50A736c4WLoSMvFM-7TR2er01B0j7rDOrKA/edit?usp=sharing

Thank you!

Hi, yes that's completely fine! Thank you for your request! Having a preference for men, I put my focus solely on a male match. So, instead of giving you a male & female match, I gave you two male matches. Relating my Matchups to your interest in typology, I focused on MBTI, because that was the only one I was intimately familiar with. I hope that's okay!

Starting off, I have decided to match you with O'ssa!

O'ssa is a practical man focused on enlightenment. Definitely an INTJ. Dismissive of other people's perspectives he believes are rooted in emotion, as inherently illogical and therefore incorrect. In the bookshop of Prehevil, he denounces modern literature as nothing but brain junk food. Karin is the only character to successfully shut down his arguments, leaving '...' in response. He doesn't have a refute but he never relents. Rather than righteous passion with Karin, your cool logic would help him consider an alternate perspective. 

Seeing media as jiggling keychains appealing to the lowest common denominator, the existence of poetry disproves this argument. A complex art form that denies instant gratification, that requires deep analysis to understand the meaning. Because of this, poems end up rarely reaching the acknowledgement of pop culture like we see today. Your high standards of literature would relate to his sensibilities.

Pretending to be a Dark Priest at the confessional to gather all the juicy gossip of fellow contestants, he comes across as the type of person that secretly revels in drama. You could probably introduce him to media by relating it to scandals he'd find tempting to investigate, AKA, fandom drama. Watching video essays covering the types of crazy antics we're all too familiar with.

Cynic, he initially doubts that people could create without the incentive of a reward. To entertain the idea of fanfiction, you could tell him about how there was an Icelandic translation of Dracula, that went undetected for decades, before people discovered it was a fanfiction retelling that aimed to fix all the flaws of the original story; better pacing, more drama, adjusted plot points. He would find the audacity admirable. Introduce him to Terry Prachett's work for fantasy or The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for sci-fi. Filled with dry wit, satire and sarcasm, another gateway for him would be through his sense of humour.

I could see him initially being dismissive over typology. A person might answer differently on a personality test depending on how they're feeling. Just a gimmick to make people feel special. However, what about soul types? As an enlightened soul, was it not his calling to seek knowledge? A lot of weak people might align with the same typology. Of course you cannot define yourself by the cards you've been dealt, but the blueprint can serve as a guide if not anything else? 

His character never changes. Less of an arc and more about achieving his goals. Probably the most self-realised character of the entire cast; I could see him refusing to use social media on principal, he'd be able to respond consistently enough that he could apply himself to typology.

Being an INTJ, he struggles to identify with other people's feelings that are not rooted in logic. As an enlightened soul, categorising people's personalities could be utilised to understand other people's motives more organically, than he would otherwise struggle to relate to. If you would imagine encountering O'ssa on the map, instead of immediately threatening you, he instead is open to negotiating safe passage way on the condition of you answering a few questions. In the same way like how he uses the confessional to find out information about the contestants. An adjustment that would help prevent him from blasting the limbs off of anyone that gets too close or getting shot by August. 

A relationship initially established by close proximity. Wherever in Prehevil you found him, you would just watch him dance... slightly out of range. He takes great pride in his knowledge, so he'll never admit it, but it boosts his pride to be able to show off. I think your colour scheme matches well, yellow and purple, light/dark. 

Engaging with your deadpan sarcasm, he's definitely going to throw it back at you. After setting him up, he'd pay you back by doing the same to you. After responding with deadpan sarcasm himself he'd double down that he was being serious, until he gets to reveal he was messing with you the whole time.

Prone to action over words. A big gift giver, it's a very extravagent way of showing affection. Putting high value on independence he wouldn't plan to do anything 'special', or 'help you' with your writing, because unless you two were already planning something, he'd assume the best way to utilise your time is whatever you were doing at the moment.

Maybe you don't want to learn dance due to your dislike of physical activity, but as a means of showing his appreciation of what he's learned, he'd offer to teach you magic. With your experience with dedicating yourself to school and forcing yourself through a marathon, maybe you could enjoy enduring the hardship as a means to an end?

Next, your second match, Marcoh! Marcoh is not one for small talk. Like you, he only wants to talk if he has something to say; he's the last to try to fill in the silence. Being raised on the streets, he's mostly learned to communicate with his fists. That being said, he's not a meathead, his personality and motivations are just not saturated by societal norms. An example of this is that he doesn't understand the idea of novelty. He notes in his intro, that for the first time leaving the Vatican to travel to Prehevil, that he doesn't understand the hype of travel. The excitement of going to a place 'just because' isn't really a grasped concept. 

If he's going to do something it's because he *cares* and that's the concept that carries his behaviour. Like you, you don't want a partner that fulfils the daily couple's quota of platitude, 'I love you's', but a partner that will *show* you that they love you. He teaches Tanaka to box, he ventures to Prehevil with Tanaka to find Olivia her wheelchair. He's a thoughtful guy with a big heart. As an aspiring author, he'll take note of what type of writing you're doing and take you somewhere beautiful for inspiration. Depending on the narrative; a waterfall by a hilltop to raise your adrenaline, a deep forest clearing for a more somber tale. And it won't be just a novelty, but something sentimental, that's special to remember.

From his experience, he got to see how of his notoriety as a boxer aided the, mob boss, Riccardo, with connections. While being an instructor (that he becomes in his B ending) is a bit more modest, if you were pursuing sci-fi, murder mysteries, historical fiction, ect., I could see him asking around his local community to see if there's anyone you could talk to. Be that a parent of one of his students or a teacher from one of the schools he showcases for.

As a boxer, he's adapt at picking up on body language. Repeating your anecdotal catchphrases, he would realise your stimming and just nod along, before you could even feel the need to justify it. A man of few words, it can hard to start a conversion with him. You compensate by savantly picking up on his emotional cues. Just like how he'll listen to Olivia talk on about botany, he only mentions he likes frogs when they're visible in the maiden forest. Being able to identify his train of thought for him, you can pick up the conversation whenever you wanted. Not usually being so involved in conversation, he finds himself opening up to you more than anyone.

Using typology, you could help resolve the resentment he holds against himself, by helping him understand what lead him to the murder in the boxing ring. Referring to Myers Briggs, he's heavily on the sensing (vs intuition), feeling side of the spectrum (vs thinking). The tagline for ISFJ's says, 'Defenders are very dedicated and warm protectors, always ready to defend their loved ones.' I couldn't come up with a better description of Marcoh if I tried. Being a 'sensing' and 'feeling' person, could explain why he was so easily manipulated by the mob boss. He relies on anticipating how his actions will effect the present, rather than the future.

Logically, he couldn't think how the situation could either stay the same or escalate, because all rationally was consumed by the threat Riccardo held against his sister. And like a frog in water slowly going to boiling, it won't think to jump until it's too late. Acting on his heart, Marcoh doesn't decide to run away or kill Riccardo until he's hit a breaking point.

He could appreciate the straightforward approach of stories like the fairytales you're so often compared to. I noticed that your favourite poet, Richard Siken, endorses and writes his own fanfiction. Fanfiction is more accessible to the masses. And the relatability of Richard Siken's work, proses about life experiences, would help be a good gateway to the unique artform.

In the maiden forest, you would tell him the story of the princess and the frog. Since he killed the mobster, he feels like the frog. But in real life, there's no magic spell to change how the bodies behind have tainted him forever. You don't need to explain why you told that story. An unspoken understanding, he would pick up on the sentiment. Marcoh is like a guard dog. He would never bite, but being self-aware of his imposing stature he would feel too self-conscious to approach. Yourself being like a cat, he's a gentle giant and feels honoured to earn your trust. The simple affection reminds him that he's human; the frog turns into a prince.

Tdlr; Marcoh & O'ssa, but overall, I think that Marcoh is your best match.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

✍🏻The Attic✍🏻

glimpses into my google docs where ideas and drafts sit until they flourish or collect cobwebs. you can ask questions and add input on certain wips you're interested in. will update from time to time.

idea from @websterss

avatar (haven’t thought of a title name yet): growing up surrounded only by omatikaya you’re startled when you see the chief’s children interacting with a…foreign being.

spider socorro x omatikaya fem!reader (platonic) sully kids x fem!reader (platonic) fluff. just growing up fluff. sneak peek: “i’m sp- spid-der! hello!” he stuttered a bit on his name. he even did the i see you gesture and managed to get through the greeting fairly well. “your… name is?”

neteyam (haven’t thought of a title name yet): your family of three is living a good life. maybe it’s time for a new addition.

aged up!neteyam x omatikaya fem!reader fluff. lovely fluff for the lovely boy sneak peek: “ah, just like your sempu (dad),” now you gave a firmer shake on her shoulder, “up, up. long day of training and chores ahead of you. both you and your sempu should be used to this by now.”

quill (haven’t thought of a title name yet): you and peter quill were friends in elementary school. but then one day he was gone and hasn’t returned in forty years, until today.

peter quill x fem!reader fluff mostly, some angst might be thrown in there. sneak peek: “peter’s eyes widened and then yours did as well once you registered the words that slipped free. you jerked your hand away, but peter managed to catch it in time to keep you close. now you just stared at peter as his cheeks started to burn red.”

gotg (haven’t thought of a title name yet): before it was the guardians of the galaxy running around, it was just you and peter. and seeing peter constantly with different people each night screwed with your heart. when he does something stupid you might let slip that…you have affections.

peter quill x fem!reader angst with a splash of fluff. sneak peek: “the two of you watched each other in the stewing silence. peter’s eyes set on his ruined shirt and yours set on him with a frown coming to your face. not in the mood to raise your voice more than you already did since you’re recovering from a cold, you simply walked away.”

party foul pt2: ghostface is back but he’s not the main priority. ethan and you have a first date.

ethan landry x fem!reader fluff. fluffy puppy dog boy. sneak peek: “I swear! If I open this door and neither of you is dressed, there will be… a punishment.” You couldn’t help the slight chuckle as you heard Chad’s voice trailing off with his threat.

speak now (steve version): an unexpected wedding invitation ends up in your mail and you make the decision to go. wise choice?

-steve harrington x fem!reader -angst. fluff. it’s a taylor swift song fic! sneak peek: “you weren’t invited.” “wow. okay, little harsh, robs.” again she shook her hands along with her head. wavy strands hitting her roses cheeks. “no, i mean, you weren’t supposed to get an invitation. like at all. you weren’t on the list, i would know. i helped steve mail the ones for his side of the family.”

chad,reader,ethan (haven’t thought of a title name yet): you get drunk at a halloween party and you speak your unfiltered thoughts to your two guys friends.

-ethan landry x fem!reader x chad meeks-martin  -fluff. sexual talk. no actual smut (just can’t do it) sneak peek: “chad, can we do cowgirl when we get to your place?” more loose giggles spilled. chad just smirk, “maybe another night, darling.” “ooo, so i see my offer was taken?” ethan started to lead your trio out the door, your body pressed to his side. “ah, may-maybe. we can- we can talk again tomorrow.”

dynasty pt2: a moment in the spirit tree

-mom omatikaya!reader x neteyam  -fluff. some tiny angst. sneak peek: “Just a second, eyes closing involuntarily and a shaky sigh trembles your lips. It’s been so long since you heard that tiny voice and heard the use of mommy. He only calls you mom or mother when he joins on the raids, trying to seem more grown than he is.”

[maymemoria]

Underlined by Ana May, a collection of memorable quotes & segments

Book Title: Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life 

Author: Lulu Miller

Quotes:

“Chaos was our only ruler. This massive swirl of dumb forces was that made us, accidentally, and would destroy us, imminently.” 

“You don’t matter (...) so live as you please (...) While other people don’t matter, either, treat them like they do.”

“Nowhere is the sky so blue, the grass so green, the sunshine so bright, the shade so welcome, as right here, now, today.”

“It is the will of man that shapes the fates.”

“It’s a hard lot being a human (...) You walk around with the knowledge that the world is fundamentally uncaring, that no matter how hard you work there is no promise of success, that you are competing against billions, that you are vulnerable to the elements, and that everything you ever love will eventually be destroyed.” 

“A category is at best a proxy, at worst, a shackle.” 

“We barely know the world around us, even the simplest things under our feet. That we have been wrong before and we will be wrong. That the true path to progress is paved not with certainty but doubt, with being “open to revision.”

“Out there, encoded in the cold math of Chaos, there is a sort of cosmic justice after all.” 

“People will never exchange comfort for truth.” 

“In every organism at which you gaze, there is complexity you will never comprehend.”

“Was not reluctant to use a cannon to swat a fly.”

“Ignorance is the most delightful science in the world because it is acquired without labor or pains and keeps the mind from melancholy.”

“To wonder about the reality waiting behind our assumptions”

Segments:

• There was one called “The Eagle and the Blue-Tailed Skink” (don’t think skunk, it’s a lizard), in which an eagle swoops down and nips off the tail of a blue-tailed skink. The wounded skink, in vengeance, scurries up to the eagle’s nest and devours a bunch of her eggs, thinking, ‘There is just enough meat in these eggs to make me a new tail.’ And on they go. The eagle swooping down bite off a new tail, the lizard scurrying up to gobble more eggs, on and on, neither opponent ever truly vanquished, for there was always “meat enough in the tail to make… more eggs, and meat enough in  the eggs to make another blue tail.” It seems to me like a meditation on the futility of revenge, or perhaps a gory illustration of the most damning laws of physics, the law of conservation of mass: mass can neither be created nor destroyed.

• A statement in a National Institute of Mental Health report that “considerable evidence suggests positive psychological benefits for people who believe their future will be rosier than they have any right to expect. Such optimism keeps people in a positive mood, motivates them to work towards future goals, fosters creative, productive work, and gives them a sense of being in control of their destiny.”

• The Dandelion Principle: in some contexts a dandelion might be considered a weed to be culled; in others it’s a valuable medicinal herb to be cultivated. (...) To some people a dandelion might look like a weed, but to others that same plant can be so much more. To a herbalist, it’s medicine - a way of detoxifying the liver, clearing the skin, and strengthening the eyes. To a painter it’s a pigment; to a hippie, a crown; a child, a wish. To a butterfly, it’s sustenance; to a bee, a mating bed; to an ant, one point in a vast olfactory atlas. 

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available on google docs:

[druid-delaluna]

may i ask what happens between you, the fandom, and the crew if you're comfortable recounting? im thinking about getting back into eddsworld after a rocky start in the fandom, but if stuff is worse then..

I want to say firstly if you want to join the fandom don't let my views or story sway you in any way. It's all under the cut please don't go harassing people on my behalf or because you feel you're doing anything good.

A lot of people were victims, including myself of the crew (and by crew I mean those active in the Eddsworld discord before the Patreon change) aggressive and just mean behavior and actions. I'm talking a lot of mad shit spoken, arguments, fights, petty ass drama, and in my case. A lie created by Oblivion/Neep/Prince Jayden to have me kicked from the server. (from what I understand Collin/Jon and a few other crew members were involved as well)That I leaked the Patreon when I never had paid for it. I never had access to it. Either they knew this and didn't care or Bing forgot to mention old mods didn't have to pay for it. I really don't care who did it as most of them dislike me. They didn't like that I was quite blunt with my disapproval and had harsh opinions on their behavior and what was going on with the show. So since they couldn't actually just outright kick me, they figure getting me with this lie was good enough. Bing coming to apologize wasn't because he actually cared, it was more or less damage control pushed by another person, who I got all this information from. Then, you add in all the past grooming and SA crap that happened last summer. On top of these same people going to harass server members and their ex-friends. It is toxic, it is shameful. You think people who have done such bad things would wake up to the fact maybe you're the bad guy in this. You are doing terrible things for what? Your name on a show riddle with issues? Don't you have anything else going for you? I realize I'm tired, I got burnt out fighting and fighting for what I thought was the right thing but man I'm getting old myself I got a lot of opportunities elsewhere.

Regarding fandom, those very same people are now working on the show (SKL was involved too) so it's like I don't want to see them of course. So better I leave, block it all, and try to find some calm back in my fandom/internet life. As well as my own friends being targeted by them or by others over very petty nonsense. I feel bad that perhaps Jayden and the rest are targeting my friends cause of me, maybe they're trying to get at me. So leaving might make it easier on them. I'm not sure. There have been some awful harassment and bullying issues. The fact fandom rightfully opens the discussion of using fascism tropes with the red army but then ignores the rampant racism going on. Also since so many of the older fans are leaving, the younger ones are starting to repeat the same harmful discussions of irl vs show and using that dead man name to push their views.

(Take this next part with a hard grain of salt) Down to the fact that we might not know 100% what happen between Edd Gould and Cal from the google docs. But when I asked Matt about it he couldn't seem to tell us that Cal was an adult at the time of their relationship. I know England laws are different than the states but if you can't just say your friend was dating an adult and kinda avoiding the discussion something very weird going on.

Now if you wanna come back, just stick in your own lane, make your little friend groups, and just have fun is my best advice. Avoid these users as they are very twoface like the rest of the crew. During my time as curator and I got to see those masks drop when they realize you didn't suck up to them. It wasn't just me they acted like this with and I feel so bad for others they hurt to get the positions they have today. It wasn't fair and I understand why removing the one person who stood up to it all was in their mindset as they continue to harm others. I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe it was just all in my head but after finding out from one of them what really happen, it fucking disgusting why they did this. Hope this help explain why I left the fandom and why I dislike the crew so much.

UPDATE: 5/1/2023 As of today Oblivion and Neepin have reached out to apologize for their involvement and behavior towards me and others. I appreciate this and I'm glad they are coming to see what they did was very wrong.

[shyartivity]

The Lazy Writer

There was once a lazy writer, who wasn't bothered by deadlines and couldn't care less about getting work done. But today their editor, a person they consider their friend, would threaten to quit being the writer's editor, which would cause the writer to decide they couldn't live like this anymore. The lazy writer would want to change, would like to start worrying about deadlines, and would like to care about getting work done, of course, change cant happen within a day.

The writer woke up, started their usual routine, and after, laid in bed and watched TV, they planned to do that for the rest of the day, but they forgot one, somewhat important, detail about today. After a few hours, they got a text on their phone, they picked up their phone and looked at who it was. 

Oh, It was their editor, and today was Sunday, the day they were meant to have their next chapter done. The writer opened the message.

Hey, did you finish the next chapter yet? The text said

No, not yet, sorry, I should have it done next week. The writer responded, not at all feeling sorry, and knowing that they would not get it done next week.

That’s what you said last week. The editor replied, the writer could feel the sigh of disappointment from their friend

I mean it this time, I will get it finished by next Sunday. The writer texted

Promise? The editor asked

Promise. The writer said, knowing that they will break this promise, again.

Good, and I will quit if you don't finish it by next Sunday. The editor said

The writer took that as a joke, “they wouldn’t,” they said

and yet, as the writer said that, a seed of doubt crept into their mind

“But, just in case, I should get started on the next chapter..”

Day 1, Sunday

The lazy writer got up from their bed, turned off the TV, and walked over to their desk, which was last used who knows when, then they turned on their computer, played their writing playlist, opened google docs, and just stared at the blank document, they tried to type a sentence, but nothing came to mind.

“Uggh,” the writer roared, flopping their head on the table “this was a bad idea.”

And with that, they got up, and procrastinated the rest of the day via watching tv and eating snacks.

Day 2, Monday

The lazy writer started their day, sat at their desk, turned on the computer, and played their writing playlist...

then once again started staring at the blank document. They sighed, then they decided to reread the previous chapter of their book to see if they could get any inspiration, as well as remind themself as of what happened

“Oh, okay, I can work with this,” the writer said once they finished reading.

After an hour, only a paragraph was written, mainly because the writer kept getting distracted, and they were starting to get worried

“If this is all I can write in an hour, then how do I think that I can finish this chapter by Sunday?” they said to themself.

As they suspected, nobody answered.

“Alright, I am taking a break,” the writer said, getting up and walking away from the desk.

They didn't go back to their desk for the rest of the day, at least they wrote something this time.

Day 3, Tuesday

The lazy writer woke up and started their day, this time when they sat at their desk they decided to look up ways to stay focused on their work, 

Literally, they just started typing in ‘ways to stay focused on writing’

“Huh, The Pomodoro Technique, might as well give that a try,” the writer says, putting a timer for 25 minutes.

Within those 25 minutes, the writer managed to write barely half a paragraph, a little disappointed in themself for writing so little they wondered if they could skip their break.

“No, that's not how the method works,” they said, setting a timer for 5 minutes.

After their short break, they set a timer for another 25 minutes, this time they wrote half a paragraph.

They kept up this pattern for the rest of the day, and they managed to write an entire page

“I managed to finish a page!” the writer was happy as they said this, but also worried as they still had to finish the chapter within 4 days.

Day 4, Wednesday

The writer woke up and started their day, they reread what they wrote, set their 25-minute timer, and started working.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Oh, their timer went off, Let's see how much the writer wrote this time!

A entire paragraph, the lazy writer sighed as they felt disappointed in themself

“Other writers could probably have finished a whole page in this time!” said the writer.

despite knowing that they have to work at their own pace, (and that other authors could not finish a whole page within that timeframe), they couldn't stop but think of other’s work and how they are so much better than them, how their writing style was much better, how the format looked, what font they used, how the characters are written, compared to their work the writer felt upset at themself.

The writer decided to look online and see if anyone else had this issue, how to fix it, and how to get better at their work, what they found was not what they expected, and they didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Take a break from looking at other's work?” the writer said, “but reading is my favorite way to pass the time..”

The writer didn't listen to the advice and continued to feel terrible about their work.

The writer managed to finish a page and a half that day.

“Oh alright, maybe I will try not reading and comparing my work to others for a day, and maybe I should wake up a bit earlier,” they said, setting an alarm and willing to try anything to finish the chapter before the due date.

Day 5, Thursday

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The writer woke with a start

“What the- oh” the writer yawned, “my alarm”

The writer got up and turned off the alarm starting their day a bit earlier than usual.

“I need coffee.” the writer said, making coffee before starting their work

The writer reread what they wrote, then set their 25-minute timer, once the 25 minutes were up they managed to write a paragraph and a half.

Their editor called them in the middle of their break, asking them how their work was going, they panicked then lied and said that they were almost finished, the editor reminded them of the due date and then hung up.

“They didn't even say goodbye.” the writer said in a disappointed tone.

They continued this pattern for the rest of the day, and once they finished, they wrote 2 and a half pages. The total amount of pages that they have written is about 6 pages, they need 3-4 more by Sunday, the writer is worried, but not as much as before, and sets their timer again

Day 6, Friday

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The writer woke up, turned off their alarm, started their day, got their coffee, turned on google docs, reread their work, reread it again…

and they have no motivation to start, as anytime they try they just can’t.

“Oh no, oh no no no” The writer is panicked now, they don't have their chapter done and they need it done in two days.

The writer looks up ways to fix this, the only thing that pops up is to take a break

“What is sleeping not good enough of a break?” the writer is stupid

The writer ran themself dry by using all the time they had to write, the breaks were for simple necessities like food and water, as well as restroom breaks but no one mentions those in the stories. (sorry fourth wall)

Anyways- the writer didn't take any time to refill their creative meter, they didn't watch any tv, didn't play games, they just didn't have any fun.

They decided to use this day to catch up on their favorite tv show, play a few video games, as well as catch up with some of their family, and once they felt their creative meter, as well as motivation, fill up they continued to work on their chapter using the podomoro method

The lazy writer only finished a paragraph and a half before they stopped for the night and set their alarm.

Day 7, Saturday

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The writer woke up, then started their usual routine, they skipped the coffee today, deciding to start immediately, after all, they have to get at least 3 more pages done

The writer also gave themself less time for breaks, they set their alarm and went straight to writing.

Welp, guess I should tell you about what this writer is writing about.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, was a young child, with hair as white as cotton, eyes as blue as the sky, their laughter could freeze water, and their touch as cold as ice... Yadda yadda you get the point it's about a Snow Princess

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Oh, timers done

The writer looked at their writing, they had rushed the chapter so it looks rather bad compared to the rest, but hey, at least this time they had written 3 paragraphs.

The writer took their, well, could it honestly be considered a break? They can't do anything in two minutes, they just stared at the wall the entire time thinking of ways to finish their chapter, and they also have a song stuck in their head that they can't remember the name of so it is annoying-

The writer set their alarm again and continued to work.

Day 8, Sunday

The writer stayed up until TWO IN THE GODDAMN MORNING-

Anyway, they finished the chapter, sent it to their editor, and passed out.

RING RING RING…

“Ugshnueh, wha-? Oh” the writer paused, picking up their phone from the floor, “must’ve *yawn* fallen off my bed when I was asleep” the writer stated, cracking their back before answering the phone

“Yello?” the writer said, a question in their voice, wondering who was calling.

“Hello Charlie, I see you finished the chapter, fantastic job!” said Alice, their editor

“Uhn- thanks?” Charlie said, still very tired and trying not to yawn

“Yeah, uh, one question, why did you send this to me at 2 am?” asked Alice, concern evident in their voice.

“Because I stayed up until 2 am to get the chapter done,” said Charlie nonchalantly.

“You- YOU STAYED UP UNTIL TWO AM TO GET A CHAPTER OF A BOOK DONE???” Alice yelled, very concerned for Charlie’s mental health, probably a good thing to be honest.

“Yep, but hey, it's done, and imma go to sleep now,” Charlie explained, hanging up on Alice and passing out.

The end.

There was no point to this.

[supercimi]

recently i hadn't been successful at getting myself to write

althu i defnitly have the want to write feeling, but my time hadn't been timing very well ;<

okay maybe im also lazy --;

but i have managed to brainstorm stuff while busy with real life stuff so that's a good thing :D (althu i mainly did that without writing it down because i will be mid work or chores but it's alright..i remember some of it...or i will....probably -x-;)

funny thing is when i do finally have some free time i will do anything but write TwT

even browsing my old stuff :D the stuff that never saw the light of day >:3(kinda proud of that for some reason?)

was reading what seemed like a piece i wrote for some tag game or something? it really didn't feel like something i wrote xD

according to google docs i last opened that one back in 2020? but im not sure when exactly i wrote it

btw it's incomplete and probably willl never be(maybe? who knows?) but here it is cuz it made me laugh ;3

======loading========

Today was awful, and not okay, kinda awful, nope. It was just awful. 

ok, that was a bad start, let's be classy.

Hello, 4th wall alien, this is Ribbica, and your day can’t be worse than mine. 

Also, I am lost.

How lost?...well…*looks around*...somewhere underwater I guess?

*you are filled with disbelief* 

*it shows in your reading*

You don’t believe me, do you? Well, can’t blame you. Who’d believe some fictional character they are reading about?! 

…..

Oh, you are still reading?....guess aliens aren’t all that bad.

Then seeing as you are my only source of escaping reality. I'll rant about my awful luck recently, we cool? Rather, you don’t get to say no.

.

..

 'Hello and welcome to our esteemed yeeting service, here we can throw off any stress or emptiness you feel!' 

It started with a flyer smacking my head on the way to work. With all the wind and sand in the air that morning, I am lucky it was just a flyer that hit me.

What? It was windy, yes. But windy weather won’t pay bills.

Anyway, seeing it odd I threw it right away, go smack someone else’s face.

That certainly won’t be the last time I see that ad, or so my gut was warning me. But I ignored it, work won’t do itself.

As if howling winds and angry bosses weren’t enough, the weather kept getting worse.

One day it was just strong winds.

Another was heavy rainfalls.

The rest were nearing a typhoon.

But nope, work won’t be cancelled, can’t work outside? work inside! working online to be exact, all the lagging and errors didn’t make it any easier.

Another thing to add to my stress. Hmm? What? You also had to work online? Oh then maybe studying?..hmm strange didn’t know aliens needed to do that.

Anyway, the weather cooled off, enough to be a freezer yeah. But we were getting the hang of it.

Sadly that meant no going out, getting out meant freezing to death, not getting out was dying of boredom or nagging bosses in the comfort of your own house, alone.

At least I could practice painting. If my crazy workload ever lessened, Being an overworked adult isn’t fun.

Join a good company they said, having so much work they’d pay well they said, 

Yup, wonder why.

The odd ad chose those days to strike again. Online this time.

Even creepy ads were cooped at home huh?

 By that point, I had just gotten nagged at online and ran out of my comfort food.

So it was just me and this ad, I ignored it for being annoyingly tempting.

Then it was the same old routine: wake up, prepare for work over some fruits, work, work, some more work over noodles, lagging and heavy workload crashes, other work, and so forth.

I might as well have turned into a computer from how much work I did.

Even my beauty sleep was spent dreaming about work.

As if accompanying my tired self, the weather outside was getting quite crazy.

Once it’s a blizzard, another a typhoon, others a sandstorm.

Scientists were theorizing about all this being a dream, seriously just what happened?

Leaving the world crisis aside. Work went on as usual.

Those slave drivers didn’t relent at all. I had good pay at least, didn’t get to relish in its benefits at all, but, meh. Who needed entertainment anyway. Lol 

*you strangely feel a certain camaraderie with this character*

Don’t gimme that look, I don’t need a 4th wall breaking alien to pity me.

Anyway, being a work zombie was my life at that point, didn’t matter that scientists found out about a black hole nearing earth and causing an utter disaster, didn’t matter that earth was being colonized out in space, didn’t matter that my car was stolen by a crazy monkey. None at all.

At least until the power went out, a blackout in the middle of a global crisis, who would’ve thought?! Just nice!

My work-zombie mind couldn’t process what happened and had the great idea of going outside.

[fictionfixations]

Dictionary of words from fics brr

Yesterday I compiled this list of words that I found from fics that I then googled and sent the definition in. It was just scattered all over this discord channel I have for fanfic-related stuff so I organized them kind of?? i put it on a doc ^

you *SHOULD* have commenting rights, which would give you the ability to add suggestions if you have any of your own words you'd like to add. I just put it on a doc because I already hit the discord character limit but found another word that I wouldnt ahve been able to add. now i just have to hope i dont accidentally delete it lmfao. if you wanna make it pretty and color it and stuff feel free too? i think you can do that in suggestions

example:

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#// Academic / Domain-specific Terms

Freudian slip - an unintentional error regarded as revealing subconscious feelings.

Apocryphal - (of a story or statement) of doubtful authenticity, although widely circulated as being true.

Rent - a large tear in a piece of fabric. / an opening or gap resembling a tear in a piece of fabric.

Concupiscent - filled with sexual desire; lustful.

Malfeasance - wrongdoing, especially by a public official.

Salacious - having or conveying undue or inappropriate interest in sexual matters. / arousing or appealing to sexual desire or imagination (i.e. “salacious headlines”, “salacious lyrics”)

Predilections - a preference or special liking for something; a bias in favor of something.

Lurid - very vivid in color, especially so as to create an unpleasantly harsh or unnatural effect.

Saccharine - excessively sweet or sentimental.

Conscription - compulsory enlistment for state service, typically into the armed forces. (called a draft in the US)

etc etc

if you stumble upon this id really appreciate it if you could add your own suggestions if you have any unique or cool words you've found, or maybe even made up words (if so, then credit it, link it)

well theyre not organized by like. alphabetical order, its just inth e order of oldest i found to youngest, not including saccharine or conscription cause i forgot about those until just now (but i know it from reading passerine)

what my categories meant:

Academic / Domain-specific Terms

refers to, well, fancy formal words (if you have a better title, pls give). Academic being stuff youd see in formal texts or academic environments. Domain-specific refers to "terms used for a specific sort of study doesn't have to be entirely unique". It could be something unique to it like idk. microscopic. Or it could be something as simple as 'serve', meaning something different in volleyball in comparison to when cooking?? idk i just put all the fancy words there #// Donum Linguarum / The Gift of Tongues

technically words that arent exactly english? with latin roots or maybe something old- i dont know how to explain it

#// Paganism / Ritualistic / Archaic

this is just for all the words ive learned from harry potter lMFAO. and for old words that might not be used today, or maybe something in reference to magic, or maybe religious, all that kind of stuff i shoved there. the title probably isnt very good at explaining it

#// Informal / Slang / Lingo

title says it all. It could also include something less generally informal and funny and more..

street lingo? i dont know what its called.

John - a customer of a prostitute. / any man, esp. one who is an easy mark.

^^ it could include that too. something that means something but something someone else might not know? inside jokes (not that 'John' is a joke)?

maybe i should have a category just for inside jokes, though. depends. idk.

this can. hopefully be a group effort?