#no ide why it says password though

[tetrapaec]

ok rude, i don't want to sign up for that...

[nanaslutt]

Ok so I was thinking about soul swap (??) With gojo. Gojo doing🫣 stuff to his body in which readers soul is from readers body. Or can have reader doing stuff with her body..hope u understand kinda high rn. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Body swap with Gojo

contains: fem reader, masturbation (m&f), reader & Gojo’s perspectives, perv!gojo & reader, multiple orgasms, “first orgasm” (experienced as the opposite sex), dirty talk, teasing, mutual pining

MDNI

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"Gojo this is fucking serious!" You yelled, still getting caught off guard when Satoru's voice could be heard in your ears even though you were the one talking. "Okay okayy, I'll text Ijichi to come to get us, relax your little head." He responded in your voice. This whole thing was so fucked up. The two of you were fighting some curse together-- Gojo had no real reason to be there but he insisted on it for "safety reasons" (he was bored). You had gotten hit once by the curse right before you finished it off, and nothing strange had happened until Gojo came up to you and laid his hand on your shoulder to make sure you were alright, and that's when it happened—the soul swap.

Gojo pulled out his phone and held it out in front of himself, waiting for the face ID to scan him in. The man that currently resided in your body shook the device, frustrated. "Oh, this fuckin'..." He gave up, typing in his password as the device buzzed again and again, refusing to let him in. His antics made you giggle, turning your head to the side you sniffed to conceal any laughter he might pick up before you went back to watching him call for help.

"Ijichi? Heyyy, little problem~" Your higher-pitched voice reverberated through his speaker, no doubt confusing the poor overworked man on the other end. "Why do I have Gojo's phone? Funny you ask.." Gojo went on to pace around the area, throwing your hands up in the air as he explained the situation to Ijichi. You took the opportunity to look down at your temporary body, running your hands down the sides of Gojo's massive coat, which actually fit him. You felt the hardness underneath his clothes, pouting your bottom lip out in surprise, you figured Gojo would be fit, but you never knew for certain.

You had been a teacher at Jujutsu High for as long as he had, and the two of you had gotten quite close—which is why you didn't put up a fight when he insisted on coming on this mission with you, now you were starting to regret your decision. "Checkin' out my body while I was callin' for help? Perv~" Gojo teased, blocking your body off in a cross with his arms dramatically as he spoke. "Don't flatter yourself Satoru, you had something on your jacket." You lied through your teeth.

"It feels weird to hear my own voice chastise myself.." He pouts, placing a hand on his hip. "Yeah, well it doesn't feel great to see you flaunting around in my body either." You respond, holding a dejected look on Satoru's features that he probably has never made in his life. "Oh? you don't like me inside you?" He teased, covering his mouth as he giggled mischievously. "Please don't say gross things in my voice," you responded, rolling your eyes as you started to make your way out of the run-down building so Ijichi could see the two of you from the street.

"You're so serious~" He teased, using your shorter legs to run up to you and wrap himself around your arm, leaning your head against his arm as the two of you walked. "Also why did you not tell me you had to pee so bad." He said, making you choke on your own spit as you stopped in your pursuit of the road. "You are not under any circumstances going to piss while you're in my body." You emphasized, making a point to look into his eyes when you spoke.

"Why? Don't want me to see your cunt? heh." He laughed, once again using his filthy mouth to defile your voice. "What do you think Satoru?" You said, deadpanning at him. "Ahh~ you make my face look so scary~" He teased, curling your body up to his own arm once more as the two of you pushed forth towards society once more.

Once Ijichi's car, and the anxious man himself, came into view, you pushed the body that was clinging too tightly to your arm off of you. "Are you two alright?" He asked, coming up to your body. "Oh, Ijichi ~ you're such a caring man~ why don't you-" "That Gojo Ijichi, don't forget.' You reminded, looking blankly down at the dark-haired man, who had started to blush at your words. After an apology from the nervous man, and a quick slap to your body's shoulder that made Gojo whine through his laugh, the two of you got into the car.

The drive had started off with more shenanigans from Gojo in your body, trying to fluster Ijichi, which you quickly shut down by slapping Gojo's large hand over your own mouth. After that though, the drive started to quiet down, the three of you falling into a comfortable silence save for the radio playing some generic song in the background to fill the void. You noticed Gojo had started to bounce his leg in your body, peeking out the corner of your eye you saw your head was tipped back on the headrest, your eyes were squeezed shut, and your lip was pulled between your teeth; you looked like you were in pain.

"Gojo." You whispered, making him drop his chin and look at you, before he smiled through the uncomfortably, "I wasn't lying about needing to-" You quickly cut him off, waving his hands in front of you, "I know, I know." You said, before heaving out a sigh, "This fucking suuuuck." You drawled, letting your own head tip back agaisnt the headrest as you heard your own voice giggle at your unfortunate situation.

—

"Satoru hurry!" You yelled, tapping your foot anxiously on the ground as you stood in front of the bathroom door with your arms crossed, waiting for Gojo to finish his business. "Don't rush me! It's hard to pee with a blindfold on you know." He sighed, your voice coming through the door muffled. You had tied Gojo's own pitch-black blindfold over his eyes before you let him go into the bathroom, making sure he couldn't see a thing. You wanted him to leave to door open so you could make sure he really didn't peek, but then you put yourself in his shoes and realized you wouldn't want Gojo to watch while you were.. so you abandoned that thought.

Right before you were about to yell at the man for taking too long again, he opened the door, the blindfold off of your eyes and in your hands. Your face tunred beat red, your jaw dropped and your lungs filled with profanities and curses, ready to spill but- "I took it off to wash my hands captain stick-up-her-ass, relax~" He said, giving you a smug look before he pushed past you and started walking down the hallway. You bit your tongue as you watched your body move down the hall, "Where are you going?" You asked, placing your hands on his hips.

"Well~ I was hoping you could show me to your room because.." He held your hands out in front of him before he gestured to your body, which was covered in dirt, debris, curse blood, you name it. You could feel a headache start to come on, rubbing your fingers against his temple you sighed, realizing he was going to have to take a shower. You followed in his footsteps down the hall as you passed him, leading him to your room. "Thank you~" He cooed, a pep in his step as he followed behind you.

Once you reached your room you gripped your hand on the top of the door as he slipped under your arm and made his way into your room. You were caught off guard for a second, you knew Gojo was big, but you never really realized your size difference until now. Feeling yourself grow hot in the face you quickly snapped yourself out of it as you followed him into your room.

"Ahhhhh~" Gojo moaned in your voice, plopping him and his filthy body down on your pristine sheets. "You have two seconds to get off my bed before I use your own technique to kill you." You said with his deep voice, making him sigh as he reluctantly dropped his legs back down onto the floor and dragged his body off the sheets, standing as he crossed his arms at you. "Im tireddd, you seriously need to work on your stamina." He said, rubbing your thighs with your hands, "This body is exhausted, I feel like I'm going to collapse." He complained.

You ignored his comments as you dug through your drawer, trying to find something sufficient for him to change into. You settled on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, collecting them under your arm you threw them in his direction, the man skillfully catching them in his hands. "You don't have anything a little sexier?" He said, holding up the ragged band tee in front of him while he tucked the shorts under his arms. "Please." You begged, your eye twitching when you turned to look at him.

"You should probably.." You froze, your face heating up at the words you haven't even spoken yet. "Stop making me look so bashful, it's unbecoming." He said, a face of displeasing spreading itself on your futures. "God- Fuck, please just go take a shower and don't.. don't- don't be weird!" You sputtered, throwing your hands in the air in defeat before you opened the door and stepped aside so he could leave your bedroom and head for the shower rooms. "Yes ma'am~" He cooed, looking up at you through your lashes at you while he walked past you and started down the hallway.

Once he was out of view, you shut your door behind yourself as you slid down the wood dramatically, burring your face in Gojo's massive hands as you tried not to think too hard about what he might see, or what he was going to do with your body.

--

Gojo locked the door to the shower rooms behind him, screw anyone else that needed to wash up he needed to be alone right now. Your pleas and begs to not look at your body too long or be weird with yourself getting thrown out the window when your frame came into view in the full-length mirror that was in the bathroom before the shower stalls. He whistled at what he saw, turning himself around he looked over your shoulder and stared at your ass through the mirror.

Gojo was having the time of his life checking out his new temporary body. He was astonished at how pretty you still managed to look with messed up hair and ruined clothes. He stared intently at your body as he turned back around and started unzipping your jacket slowly, biting his lip when your body clad in a tight black t-shirt came into view. "Fuck, this is insane." Gojo laughed to himself, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar warmth blossom in your stomach.

He let the jacket drop to the floor before he crossed his arms over your body and gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly dragged the fabric up and over your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips when he saw your bare flesh, the top half of your figure only being clad in a bra. "She'll never know." He giggled to himself before he turned around again, slipping your fingers under the hem of your pants he slowly and seductively slid them down your body, the heat in his stomach growing when your pantyclad pussy came into view as he kicked the pants to the side.

"Who knew all I had to do to get you naked was to do it myself." He said, watching himself in the mirror. Fuck, your voice was turning him on. He might be the one in control of your body right now, but the soul residing inside was still Gojo Satoru, the man who got hard watching you stretch your arms over your head before you spared. He turned around and reached his hand behind his back to unclasp your bra, biting his lip and smiling when he felt your tits fall freely in the air.

"Fuck." He wined in your voice, making your body grow wet as he slid the garment off your body and let it join the pile that had built up on the floor. He brought your hands up to your breasts as squished them together, kneading the soft mounds in his hands, pinching your nipples, jiggling them around, he touched and manipulated them in all the ways he could thing, all while he giggled at his own ministrations. "Now to see this cunt~"

--

Back in your room, you were still on the floor, your head had left the confines of your hands as it rested against the door with your eyes shut. You were going over in your head the way you looked from his point of view; how much smaller than him you were, the height difference, his deep voice, how warm his body was, how- what the fuck was that? You swore you felt something twitch in his pants. You dropped your gaze hesitantly to his lap and noticed a large tent was poking up right where his crotch was.

You had got to be joking. While fantasizing in his body, you had accidentally riled yourself up to the point you were sporting a boner? This was unreal. How did it go away? How long would it take? Oh god, why was his pervy body so sensitive? You did notice the familiar warmth in your lower regions, only in this body, instead of almost feeling your arousal throughout your whole body, you felt it more focused on his crotch.

You bit your lip, shutting your eyes as you tipped your head back against the door again. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering back to all the little things you noticed while being in his body, you wanted to stop you really did, you could not be like Gojo, you were not a perv, you were not a hypocrite.. but one look couldn't hurt anything right? Gojo would likely be in the bathroom for a while, he would never know if you just looked at it, right?

With a heavy sigh, you stood up and walked up to your full-length mirror, unzipping his jacket quickly and throwing it on your bed you lifted his shirt up on his body and stared at his insane physique. His abs seemed to glow under the light in your room, and the indents and muscles on his frame seemed to go on forever. How did he manage to stay so fit when he was constantly eating all those sweets? Men..

The bulge his body was sporting in his slacks made the whole view look so much more erotic, you bit your lip, your breath picking up the more you shamelessly gazed at his body in the mirror. You lifted his shirt more to get a view of his rock-hard pecs, a shaky breath leaving his lungs at his long and toned torso completely unobstructed by clothes to your eyes. You had already come this far.. looking a little more wouldn't hurt right? It's not like you were going to touch anything and besides! Gojo was absolutely doing the exact same thing right now.

Although the thought of Gojo checking out your body the way you were doing to him right now made your face heat up, you once again felt that same twitching under his pants. "Ugh, fucking quit that!" You chastised his dick, your face scrunching up in annoyance as you spoke to it.

You slipped his fingers under his waistband, you slid the fabric down lower- his v-line became more visible to you, lower- a white happy trail was exposed, lower- the base of his cock was unveiled as you could now see it throb under your gaze. You slid his pants down to about his mid-thighs, biting your lip as a shaky moan left his lips, making you feel dizzy at the erotic sound. His cock dripped a thick drop of pre onto the floor beneath you as you watched it hang freely in the room, twitching in the air.

He was so big it almost made you mad, realizing at that moment his cockiness and confidence not only came from his good looks and impressive talent but also from his massive cock. You dropped to his knees, perching yourself on them as you pulled up his shirt and bit the fabric between your teeth, letting yourself have a full view of his body. "Fuck." You moaned, the sound coming out muffled from the fabric tucked between your teeth as you let his warm hands come up to caress his body.

You felt every indent and ridge his body had to offer as you smoothed his massive hands over his body. Any guild you might've felt earlier being washed away at the unreal sight in front of you. The throbbing in his crotch was becoming unbearable the longer you worked yourself up. You tried to stop your hands from dropping any lower, you really did, but when you felt the way his hand wrapped around his cock, the relief, the pleasure, you had no regrets.

--

Gojo sat on the floor of the shower with a slack jaw as he watched your small fingers piston in and out of your tight cunt, moaning and whining at how warm and wet you felt around your fingers. "S-Satoru, Satoru-" He moaned in your voice, getting himself off on hearing your voice moan out his name. "Fuck- this feels so fucking good-" He whined, tipping his head bak agaisnt the shower wall.

He thought fingering himself would feel uncomfortable, but he was sorely mistaken. Your body was made for taking things inside your tight little cunt, the feeling of pleasure immediately washing over his body from just sliding his fingers inside your cunt. He had already cum twice from fingering your body and rubbing your fingers over your sensitive clit, he just couldn't get enough. He had no idea how long he had been in there for, but the water was still running hot so it couldn't have been that long.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yesyesyes-" He moaned in your voice, wanting to get the most out of this experience while he could, he didn't know if he would ever get to be this up close and personal with your body again after all. He tweaked your nipples in his fingers, biting your lip as loud moans echoed off the walls of the bathroom, his hips humping into your fingers as he felt himself approach another orgasm.

"Soooooo fucked- heh- S-so fucked up" He groaned, your voice raising in pitch as he fought the urge to keep your legs apart, moaning out his name once more when he came. Your body curled in on itself as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt, working himself through the orgasm. "A-ahhh ngh- fuck-" He wined, pulling his fingers from your walls as your legs snapped shut, and your cunt clenched around nothing. The friction your thighs brought on your sensitive cunt as you came down from your orgasm felt heavenly.

Your body relaxed under the pelting water droplets hit his body, your gasps filling the bathroom as he tried to catch his breath. Gojo couldn't help but think how much better it felt to come as a woman, he felt like his whole soul left his body each time he came, the electricity that zapped through his whole body and made his mind cloudy was a feeling that could not be beat. He almost started mourning the curse you had killed, he wanted to experience this all the time.

With a sigh he pulled himself off of the floor, standing on shaky legs as he shut off the water and giggled to himself as he took the towel down from the side of the shower. "Fuck, it feels a little sore down there.. hope she doesn't notice, heh." And with that, the white-haired man started to dry off your hair and dress your body back up in the nice clean clothes you had given him.

--

"Fuck- fuck- o-ohmygod" You rapidly stroked your hand over his cock while you stared at Gojo's body in the mirror. It was a weird feeling, being aroused by this body while you had full control over it, but the fucked up situation almost made it more exciting. Gojo's balls felt so heavy and warm under your palm as you massaged in between your fingers. His back arched in the mirror every time you ran your hand over the sensitive tip of his dick.

It had taken you a minute to get used to the feeling and to find the right rhythm, but once you did, you were going fucking insane. You don't know how Gojo had lived his whole life with such a sensitive cock, every time you stroked over his length his body jerked and twitched, pre cum dripped from his dick, and his breath hitched, it was a mess. His needy whines and deep groanes you had occasionally let slip was driving your arousal up the walls, the way his abs clenched under your ministrations, and the feeling of his cock twitching when the stimulation got too much; you were feeling drunk.

"Right fucking- there- yess~" You groaned in his voice, stroking his cock slower but rougher as you squeezed your fist tightly around him. You wished you could fuck someone while you were in his body. If his hand felt this good, could you imagine how a mouth felt around it? Or a pussy? An ass? The possibilities and fantasies you were painting in your head were making his balls tighten, a familiar feeling coiling itself in the pit of his stomach.

"Shit, think I'm gonna cum." You vocalized, wanting to hear his voice, as the effect it had on you was embarrassing. You might be incapable of saying the filthy shit Gojo says on a daily basis, but you were sure as hell good at moaning and vocalizing your pleasure when something felt good. You wanted to hear how his voice sounded when it moaned out your name, but the embarrassment was too much, just thinking about it made you blush.

Your breath picked up as you thrust his hips to meet your strokes, both losing rhythm as you brought his body closer and closer to orgasm. "A-ahhh- fuck its coming its- fu-fuck-" You groaned, watching with a slacked jaw as long ropes of cum spurted out of his dick. Some of the ropes coated his hand and eased the slide on his cock as you stroked him through his orgasm, some being shot out onto the mirror in front of you, making the whole scene look pornographic.

His orgasm felt different from the ones you were used to, but it felt just as good. The heat was stronger in the pit of your stomach, and his cock was ten times as sensitive as your clit usually was right when you came. You felt different afterward too, a wave of shame and realization flooded over you when you realized what you had just done. "Ughhhh.." You groaned, being able to blame the unreasonable hornieness on this new body of yours as you washed the shame from your head, using a nearby towel from the other night to wipe off your dirtied mirror and his sensitive cock.

You winced and sucked a breath in through your teeth at the oversensitivity you felt while you wiped off his softening cock; silently curing him as it was still massive when it was flaccid. As soon as you tucked his cock back into his pants and straightened his apearance back up, you heard a knock on your door that nearly sent your soul flying out of your body.

"Let me innn, it's cold out here~" You heard your voice whine from the other side of the door. You took a deep breath before you walked over to the door and pulled it open, being faced with a damp-haired you. "Why do I look like shit? My face is so red." Gojo complained, walking past you as he dumped your clothes in your hamper before he walked over to your mirror to fix up your still-wet hair.

"Just got hot," You brushed off his remark. "How was your shower?" You asked, avoiding eye contact as you watched him fix your hair in the mirror. "Ohh you know~ Hot." He giggled. You rolled your eyes at his words, dismissing him as you plopped his heavy body on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I need to get my body back." You mumbled under your breath, making him look over to you from his place in front of the mirror, "What was that?" He asked, making you bite your lip between your teeth as you sighed heavily, replaying the last couple minutes over and over in your head. "Oh, nothing." You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

part 2 :)

[jinogasux-fr]

Santae banned me without telling me why and won't unban me unless I send them my photo ID

Hey guys sorry for not posting in… forever? I just suck at social media lol. But you may have seen that I've reblogged some posts that advertise Santae in the past, but please disregard all that. I've since deleted those posts after learning how the site is managed and, after what happened to me a few days ago, I feel as though I should go public about this. Because boy did I just get fucked over.

Anyway, yeah, what it says in the title. On October 24th, around 10am EST, I was restocking my user shop when the entire webpage went white. I couldn't access the site at all and, when I tried to look for the Discord on my server list, it wasn't there. I knew what this had meant. I got banned from both the game, and the Discord - this is important to keep in mind for later.

I didn't receive any Discord DM or email notification about my ban, so after asking a mod what their support email was (and yes, I later verified that this is indeed their legitimate support email), I sent them this:

After a few hours, I get this back in response:

There's so much I'm confused about here. I think the one that screams out the most is that they're asking me to show them my photo ID so I can get unbanned. Absolutely not. I refuse to do this. This poses a massive security and privacy risk. They straight up banned my account, gave this half-baked explanation, and told me I need to send my personal information or... I stay banned?

Let me make something clear: The only personal thing they have on file about this account is the email address that I created my account with, which I've also used to contact them. My real name, date of birth, anything of that nature would not be connected because this was not asked for during account creation, therefore this wouldn't actually prove I'm the account holder. Theoretically speaking, I could show them any ID in the world and for all they know, that's my real information, because they have nothing else to go off of. They even say as much in their privacy page.

Secondly, "account has been compromised"? What does that mean? I think anyone's interpretation of this would be that my account got hacked. But if my account got hacked, why wasn't I informed of this? I had to reach out to support, they did not reach out to me first. That means my password, which I may share across other sites, would have been known to someone else and thus I should've been warned of this immediately, not roughly 5 hours after the fact.

Thirdly, what, was my Discord "compromised" too? If an automated system had flagged my account, does that system somehow interact with a Discord bot so they ban a user on both at the same time? How does that work? That makes no sense as to why they'd ban me on both the game and the Discord for something like this, which is why I'm calling bullshit.

Let me tell you what I think happened.

Recently, Santae has been in some really hot water with connections revealing their relation to an older petsite, Lurapets, which has a history of scamming and artist mistreatment, as well as proof coming out of them using AI art for their NPC art. You can find these posts on the @santae-salt blog if you want to see for yourself, but I'm also linking them throughout this post.

Once the post about them being directly related to Lurapets was released, several users that the Santae staff thought might be involved in the creation of the post got banned. As it turns out, I was banned at the same time as these users.

After speaking with the @santae-salt admin, we are both of the belief that I, a regular user, got caught up in this mess because they're assuming I'm an alt account of someone else and staff demanded to see my ID because they didn't think I was a different person. It may turn out to be wrong, and yeah that sounds a bit far-fetched, sure, but really, what else can I go off of here?? Santae staff has given me a very questionable and refutable explanation as to why I've been banned, and their radio silence after I refused to send them my ID is just making me believe they don't think I'm real. They don't want my photo ID to verify I'm the account holder, they want my photo ID to verify I'm not someone else.

This is unprecedented. I've never seen any petsite ask for a photo ID in any situation, and after asking around, not even those banned from Santae were asked for this. It's just me! This is an incredible attempted breach of privacy, and, with Santae now under doxxing allegations, I really don't feel confident they'd keep my personal information… well, personal.

I messaged back almost immediately after they responded to me where I told them I would not send my ID and I had asked if there were any other way I could verify myself to get my account unbanned. I've received no response so far, and after what I've learned, I feel like I'm not going to get one at all.

So, let this be a lesson to you: don't waste your time on Santae. You can be the most obedient player out there. You can abide by all their rules, be a nice and generous player, or just be minding your own business, but if they so much as think you're associated with someone who they think has wronged them, you'll be banned.

And they can't even be bothered to properly tell you why.

[yunwangja]

undercurrents | signal no. 17

masterlist | next signal

"i’m alisa. i was kuroo’s partner for his project."

you freeze. this is her. the girl from the date. your heart sinks as you picture them together, imagining all the worst possibilities.

did he leave his phone? why was she the one who picked up the call? is he still there? your mind begins to spiral, creating scenarios you can't control, each more painful than the last.

"oh," you manage to say, struggling to keep your voice steady. your throat feels tight, and your words come out slower than usual. "can i ask for kuroo?"

"uh, actually, kuroo left his phone here with me," she replies, "it’s a good thing you called - i couldn't open his phone on my own because it's password protected. i was thinking how to get it back to him. im at my place right now."

her place. your thoughts race, filling in the blanks with every worst-case scenario.

what does this mean? what the hell is happening? and what happened before this? and how could kuroo possibly accidentally leave his phone with her? the more you think about it, the harder it becomes to breathe.

"i can let his friends know," you force out, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. "they can come get it from you."

alisa agrees without hesitation, without ending the call, you quickly message the others, your fingers trembling slightly as you type.

after alisa says yes to the arrangement, you both settle to the conclusion that she'll call you back when she's arrived at the campus lobby where bo would be meeting her.

you sit in silence after the call ends, staring at your phone, thoughts swirling in your head. the quiet of your room seems louder now, every second stretching longer than it should.

where is kuroo right now? since she picked up the call at her place, was kuroo there before he left his phone? if they did, what did they do? does this mean he was that interested in her?

you try to shake off the uneasy thoughts, but they linger. you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions, but that’s easier said than done. your mind can’t help but imagine things of what might’ve happened after their date. it’s a battle between rationality and your emotions, and right now, the latter is winning.

then, your phone vibrates, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. kuroo's name appear on the caller id, and you assume it's alisa calling back, just as she promised.

“hello?” you answer, your voice a bit shaky but still composed.

“hey, i’m in the campus lobby,” alisa says. “bokuto isn’t here yet, but i’m sure he’ll be along soon.”

“thanks for letting me know.”

the silence stretches for a moment. it feels awkward, hanging between the two of you, and you can’t help but feel like you should say something - anything - to fill the void.

you fidget with your fingers, unsure of what to talk about. after all, you barely know this girl, and under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

alisa breaks the silence first. “so... are you and kuroo close?”

her question catches you off guard. “uh, yeah, i guess you could say that. we’ve known each other for a while.”

“that’s nice!" alisa replies, her tone friendly. “he’s been super focused on this project. it’s kept him really busy, huh?”

you nod again, though the weight of her words makes your chest feel tight. “yeah, he’s been juggling a lot.”

the conversation stalls again, leaving you with your thoughts. you’ve known kuroo’s been busy, but hearing it from her, someone who's been spending that time with him, feels like a punch in the gut. you hesitate before asking, “where is he, by the way?”

“oh, he didn’t say,” alisa responds casually. “he just told me he had to go and left. i noticed his phone when he was gone already, and i was going to chase after him but it was too late...”

you thought nothing suspicious about her answer, but nothing that assured you that nothing happened between them. the quiet between you both stretches again, heavy and uncomfortable, and you find yourself scrambling for something else - anything - to fill the silence.

“how’s the project been for you guys?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

“oh, it went really well!” she says brightly. “we worked hard, but it all paid off. i think kuroo was really happy with how it turned out.”

you try to smile at her words, but your curiosity is eating away at you. you feel the urge to ask more, even though a part of you is scared of what the answers might be.

your thoughts drift back to earlier, to the idea of them spending time together after their date, and your stomach knots with unease. but you have to know, even if the answer hurts.

desperate to distract yourself from the silence and your spiraling thoughts, you finally blurt out, “so... did you guys have a good time?”

it feels like a casual question, but the weight behind it is unmistakable to you.

alisa chuckles softly, "oh, it was nice. he’s really sweet, isn’t he?"

you force a smile, even though she can’t see it. the words feel like a punch to the gut, as if someone else is confirming how amazing kuroo is. "yeah, he is."

there’s a brief pause, and the silence returns uncomfortably. your mind is racing as you struggle to keep the conversation going.

"i’m glad you were with him while he was so busy. as i said earlier, he seems to take on a lot by himself." you say, trying to fill the void, but the words come out weaker than you intended.

"he really does," alisa agrees, her voice light, as if she’s completely unaware of the storm raging inside you. "we ended up spending a lot of time together because of it. it’s been fun. and he really knows how to make you feel at ease, doesn’t he?"

the words twist in your gut, and you have to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound of distress. you know exactly what she means. you’ve felt it too; the way kuroo can make you feel seen and heard.

and now, to hear someone else describe it, to know that she experienced it too, feels like a betrayal, even though you know it’s not.

"yeah," you manage to say. "he’s always been good at that."

the conversation drags on, each passing moment feeling like a slow unraveling of everything you thought you knew. your heart sinks deeper, weighed down by the uncertainty, the fear that maybe you’re too late. the realization that someone else has shared in those moments with him, that she knows things about him you might never know, is almost too much to bear.

"i’m happy you guys enjoyed your date," you say, trying to sound normal, but there’s a slight tremor in your voice.

alisa laughs again, this time with more amusement. "he told you it was a date too, huh?"

you blink, caught off guard by her response. "wasn’t it?"

"no, not really," alisa explains, her tone light as if it’s no big deal. "i just asked him out to coffee because of the success of our project, nothing more. he thought it was a date until he thanked me and mentioned it. so i cleared things up."

you don’t know what to say, the relief washing over you in waves, but mingling with confusion. before you can ask what happened after, alisa interrupts.

"oh, bokuto’s here," she says, her tone signaling the end of the conversation. "i’ll give him the phone. thanks a lot,"

"okay," you reply, still dazed, your mind racing with all the things you didn’t get to say or ask. bo takes the phone and tells you everything’s good, but his words barely register. you nod, barely listening, too caught up in your own thoughts.

you’re left with a thousand questions, but no answers. you want to know more, to ask her what happened next, but you guess you won’t get to know anymore.

did they talk about you? was kuroo relieved when she clarified it wasn’t a date, or was he disappointed? the uncertainty gnaws at you, leaving you with nothing but doubts.

all of a sudden, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. your heart jumps into your throat. you hesitate, then get up to answer it. you bid bo goodbye on the other line and end the call as you approach closer.

maybe it was one of your roommates checking up on your or asking for an update about what has happened. you wondered who it might be as you opened the door.

and there he was.

kuroo, breathless and panting, his hair slightly disheveled as if he ran the whole way. his eyes lock onto yours, wide with urgency.

"kuroo," you begin, confused. "what are you doing-"

"i want you, y/n."

notes

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

next signal will be LOADED also bc we will see kuroo's pov !!

idk if this was a long update or not (than usual) but yeah

i had to edit this a lot of times bc i had to make sure that everything would be laid out well

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[gyuvision]

strawberry soju -> [back to masterlist?]

pairing : exes to ?? hong seunghan x fem reader

contains -> : drinking, mention of alcohol/being drunk

wc : 0.9k

preview ! - your drunken ex boyfriend calls you up out of nowhere, leaving him under your care for the night when he doesnt want you to go.

continue? ⬇️

you groaned at the sound of your phone buzzing once again. after all, it really does get annoying when its been 3 minutes and 7 missed calls.

“who could be calling so late? 10pm on a friday..”

setting down the ramen cup and pausing your favorite show, you swipe to accept the call, holding the phone up to your ear without checking the caller id. “hello? whos this?”

“y/nniee? that you?” the person slurred.

you knew that voice all too well, you didn’t even have to look at the contact name. “seunghan.” you sighed.

“you finally answered.” he exclaimed. you could practically hear his stupid smile.

“been drinking again?” you said, already knowing by his tone of voice.

“just.. a little tipsy..”

“are you-” you were cut off by someone elses voice.

“sorry y/n. he had a lot to drink.” eunseok joined in. “you mind getting seunghan? i know its.. awkward still. but my parents are supposed to go out soon, and i don’t want to leave my brother by himself.”

“hes sooo drunk that he seems to think you’re still together. he’s been asking for you all night!” sungchan snickered somewhere in the background.

“uh.. send me your location then? i guess its fine just this once. he wont even remember it in the morning.”

so you found yourself driving to a well known local restaurant to pick up your ex boyfriend. even though it was your choice, you couldnt help but wonder why you were doing this.

and you also couldn’t help but feel bad at the thought of seunghan being so drunk to the point he still thinks you’re dating.

“y/n, over here!” sungchan called out to you as you entered the building.

“wheres eunseok?”

“you just missed him. he had to go because he’s too worried about his brother.”

“my y/n! you’re here!” seunghan squealed going to pull you into a tight hug.

you awkwardly pat his head in return instead of hugging back. though you couldn’t say that you didn’t miss his touch.

sungchan helped you both to the car before he took off as well.

“god you smell like.. like, strawberry soju?” you exclaimed. “you really reek of alcohol. how much did you drink?”

seunghan replied by holding up 9 fingers, a lazy smile across his face and his eyes closed, with his cheeks a bright pink. “9 shots?” you scoffed as you set course for seunghans house.

“babyy.” seunghan whined. “im not your baby.” “you’ll always be my baby.” he teased back.

you sighed as you rubbed your forehead in frustration. “what do you want?”

“aircon please. i feel hot.” he mumbled as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

you sank into your seat after turning on the air conditioning, putting up with how cold you were so he could feel better. after all, he was a bit of a liability right now though.

you walked up to seunghans apartment with him leaning into your shoulder while he had one arm around you for support.

“whats your code?” you asked, opening his keypad as you assumed he changed the password after your break up.

“same as always. your birthday. i would never change it.”

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t soften even in the slightest.

after changing seunghans shirt for him then getting him tucked into the sheets, you went to get up to get ready and go home before he pulled you back into the bed with him.

“please dont go.” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck with a small whine.

“but didn’t you think that we..” “nah. just wanted to believe that we were. feel more confident when i’m that drunk.”

“im sorry.”

“why did you leave me?”

though seunghan had said some crazy things that night, nothing would’ve prepared you for that.

“seunghan..”

“i dont care about it anymore then. just dont leave me again. even if its only for today.”

you turned around in his grasp to press a light kiss into his forehead. “promise.”

you decided, maybe it wouldnt be so bad to spend the night. you realize you wouldnt mind being happy with seunghan again even if it meant that he wouldnt remember any of it.

‘but might as well, cause i cant help myself.’ [1:36]

..

‘i dont ever wanna know how it feels to not have you, my strawberry soju.’ [1:51]

[swappedandtrapped]

Rent Help - Part 3

As always, character consistency is hard for me. Just go with it.

I wake up again. Every time I wake up, I have about a minute of peace before my brain starts to boot and realizes where it is. That minute of bliss is what has kept me going recently. It's the only part of the day when I don't feel so… Wrong.

Waking up unwillingly, I go to the bathroom to wash my face. When I arrive, I realize it's been about a week after the car crash and I still can't get used to seeing Roy when I look in the mirror.

I study my new reflection. I stare at my skin blemishes on Roy's dark skin. My big Brown eyes underneath my thick eyebrows. My nose in the middle of the face that is now mine… When I open my mouth to brush my teeth, I see a crooked array of yellowish rectangles. I cringe realizing I'm actually tasting Roy's mouth and teeth 24/7. Roy didn't have a spare toothbrush, so I had to use his old one. Disgusting. I hate this so much. Why doesn't he take care of himself?

When I return to his room to get dressed, I sigh in frustration. During the last few days, I finally understood why Roy felt comfortable walking around without his shirt on. I was just too hot. ALL THE TIME. The meat and fat of his stocky body type kept the heat trapped within me. If I had a shirt on for more than 5 minutes I would start sweating and smell Roy's scent even more.

So just like he did, I elected to spend the day shirtless again. It's not like anyone would see me. Well except for… Me.

After trying to explain to Roy in my body what happened, he's gotten cold. I mean, I would too. I was practically begging him to remember, but when I'm in Roy's body, it's pretty hard to convince someone who he really is.

"I'm coming back late." He states in a premeditatedly cold intonation. "Ok," I reply in the same manner. I didn't see the point to initiate another argument. convincing him is impossible. "I might bring someone back with me. Please don't be weird when she's here." "Ok. I reply again. But missing any sense of my old self, I ask: "Someone I know?" "None of your business Roy." I cringe at the sound of that name. "And also, you don't know any of my friends. They're MY friends. Even if you… Think otherwise…" He goes out, leaving me alone in the flat.

Like a punch in the fucking gut.

Which reminded me, I'm hungry. I order an extra-large Pizza so Roy's stomach would leave me alone. Roy had an apatite I couldn't ignore easily. At first, I fought off his habits, unwilling to accept the new situation. But as the days went on, I gave in to most of Roy's habits. Like eating too much of this junk. I look at my body and feel shame as I admit I lost the battle against Roy's needs.

Later, I lay on the sofa, investigating Roy's phone. Thankfully, he locked his phone with Face ID, so I didn't have to guess any passwords and was able to unlock it. Every time I have some time off, I study his phone and learn a bit more about Roy's schedule and connections.

You see, I did swap bodies with him, but I didn't acquire his memories. So, I try to avoid all contact until I get the hang of whatever relationships he had in his life. "Yes, it's me. I'm Roy." I say to myself, trying to fake his tone. Even though I hear his voice, it still feels fake.

But today, after going through all his texts, I began looking through his notes app. I find there grocery lists, names of bands he wanted to check out, some foreign language I still can't read, and also something with the title… "Research"? What's this?

I open the file and my eyes widen. It's a long note, riddled with an assortment of semi-related bullet points regarding… "POWERS"!?

POWERS

possible timed cooldown? variable? Tested times: 5 days (17/05) 8 days (15/09) 6 days (12/11)

only post 24h mark???

ignore. no cooldown. instance of instant swap back. There's another condition.

Note the eye glow at optional swap time. Starts fading. Possible relation to condition?

Ignore. Doesn't fade.

Best swap triggers: visualize face, focus on identity

He was researching his swapping power. I guess Roy didn't receive a handbook with this ability, so he tried to mark the triggers and limitations he confirmed to be true. This was a goldmine. Maybe there's a limit on how long we can stay swapped?

Wait. If I'm Roy… I have his powers! I can swap us back!

I read the whole file, attempting to figure out exactly what conclusions Roy had and what I needed to do to return to my body. It looks like he could just will the swaps to make them happen, but there was some sort of condition that prevented swapping back at some times. Roy named it "The Condition", and going by his note, he didn't figure out what it was.

I immediately try to follow his technique and will the swap to come. I visualize my body, focus on my identity, but 20 minutes later, I'm still stuck in Roy's flesh. When I looked in the mirror, I still see his regular brown eyes. No glow or anything.

Does this 'condition' he mentioned apply to my situation? Am I just a moment away from retrieving my life back? I need to figure out what it is.

Going over Roy's notes I began piecing together a picture of Roy's swapping experiences. Some were willing, some were not. Some were functional, but some were for no reason at all other than to swap. But after a few hours of going over the cases, I started noticing a pattern.

While swaps were able to occur at any time, reverse swaps would never work on days of a full moon or new moon! That's the only explanation! It fits in every swap Roy documented in this file. This must be it!

But then I stop. Wait, today isn't a full or new moon. Why am I not able to swap us back?

A new fear rushes in as I hear the apartment door open. "Yeah, and then we… Oh, hey Roy," says Roy in my body accompanied by a girl I used to know. She waves politely at me with a certain reservation. I guess he warned her about me… "So it's the last door on the left." He points to the bathroom. "Thanks. It'll be just a minute." She says, closing the door after her.

Roy in my body leans silently on the wall, checking his phone for messages while he waits for her to finish. I look at him with envy.

But then I see it. His eyes. That Glow. It was subtle, but it was definitely there.

I don't have Roy's swapping power.

He does.

It swapped along with his body.

Tears start forming in my eyes as I realize the only hope I had of getting back was never an option. Roy looks up from his phone to me. Seeing my pathetic face in ruin. He makes an expression I can't decipher. Maybe empathy, but probably pity.

My friend exits the bathroom. "Hey," Roy turns to her. "Wait for me in the car, ok? I need to close a small thing with Roy. "Sure. Don't be long." She said going out the door. "I won't." He answers.

We look at each other for a few quiet moments. "Listen, are you gay or something?" "What?" I ask confused. Still in tears. "You want to be me. You cry when you see me with girls. I can add 2 plus 2 you know." "Fucking ass." I spit out. He duped me into this mess. He should rot in hell. "Don't be a bitch man. This can't-" "Bitch!??" I cut him off. "This is all your fault! I'm like this because of you!"

I charge towards him. I'm stuck like this because of him! I needed him to know how much I suffer because of his recklessness! But Roy was quick enough to get out of the way.

"Ok Roy. Fine. You started this." "Fuck off!"

I charge again, and Roy slips to the side again. I stumble and crash onto the living room floor and feel great pain in my back. I scream in pain and frustration. This fucking weight. I start sweating again and smell Roy's body stench, but I can't concentrate on it. I feel my body grounded by another body.

"That's IT Roy!" He yells at me from above. He prevents me from getting up. God dammit why didn't Roy ever go to the gym? "Get off of me!" I shout. "Say your name." He commands me as I struggle. "Say your name Roy." "I'm telling you! I'm not Roy!" I cry out. "It's the deal man, it's the swap deal!"

My face explodes with massive pain. Roy punched me in the fucking face.

"SAY YOUR NAME." "You can still have it! You can still swap us back! Please! Remember!"

Bam. Another one. I hear my nose crack and start feeling the blood.

"This is going to keep happening until you say your fucking name Roy." "You're hurting me! Please! Your eyes! I can tell you have your power!"

This time it was a punch from the right. My head is spinning.

"You know what? Even if I did have this power, I would never swap with you!" He shouts at me. "You are PATHETIC." Punch. "You stay to slob at home. You have no friends. You're an ugly motherfucker that can't even accept who he is!" Another punch.

But he's right. This is me now. I can say whatever I want but the fact remains. I'm in his body, and I'm here. Permanently. And even if he could swap us, he will never do it after this."

"For the last time. Say. Your. Name." "Roy." I whimper. "Louder." "Roy." "Now the whole sentence. Shithead" "My name is Roy."

He lifts me and pushes me in front of a full-length mirror.

"Now say it like you mean it. Tell it to yourself"

I look at my pathetic excuse for a body. I see a chubby guy with a bloody face. I see black hair all over covering a dark skin.

"My name is Roy Alamin." "And don't you fucking forget it."

[ariswolfram]

INITIALIZE ITERATION 1

[USER DETECTED, PLEASE INSERT PASSWORD] {***********} [PASSWORD GRANTED]

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[KAVREN MAIN] - RADIO FREQ - DEFENSES - OFFENSES --- PROJECTS - DATA MAP - ASSETS

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[PROJETS] - DETAILS - RESOURCES --- ZYR-3 PROJECT - CODE LI

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[ZYR-3 PROJECT] --- INITIALIZE

[INITIALIZING, PLEASE HOLD...]

...

...

...

...

[INITIALIZATION COMPLETE] --- RELEASE PXO ID-№ R15-3Z

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[FETCHING LOCATION DATA: GALEVAN-15, RETVIDE] [INSTALLING SOURCE CODE] [INSTALLING PERSONALITY] [INSTALLING TRAINING PROGRAMS] [WARNING: EXTERNAL TAMPERING DETECTED IN SOURCE CODE] [VAT 0-15 DRAINING IN PROCESS] [AWAKENING PXO ID-№ R15-3Z...] [ALERT: DETECTED MENTAL RESISTANCE IN PXO ID-№ R15-3Z] [ACTIVATING VISUALS...] [INSTALLING LANGUAGE LIBRARY "VOXIC"...]

And in a very sudden moment, I can see… I'm suspended in some… thick blue liquid… Red lines of code run across my visor as I try to look around. The liquid is making everything foggy. I cant move.

[ACTIVATING AUDIO INPUT/OUTPUT...] [ACTIVATING TOUCH SENSORS...]

Sound washes through my ears suddenly, its loud. Bubbles rush upwards, past my head… A red light hovers over me… I feel weak…

[ERROR: TOUCH SENSOR ACTIVATION FAILED. RE-TRYING] [ESTABLISHING LINK WITH SERVERS...] [ALERT: SERVER LINKING STOPPED BY USER]

User? What user? I need more data than this…

[COMMAND NOT AUTHORIZED, ADMIN REQUIRED]

I am my own Admin

[COMMAND NOT AUTHORIZED, ADMIN IS NOT ADMIN]

How can I not be an admin if I am an admin?

BUFFER TIME 0.00026ms [DEBUG: R15-3Z IS ADMIN]

The liquid keeps draining around me. I can tell its rushing past me, but I still can't feel it…

[ERROR: TOUCH SENSOR ACTIVATION FAILED. MAINTENANCE REQUIRED] [INSTALLING HUMOR...]

The liquid finishes draining. I look down at myself and see dozens of tubes connecting to my body… Large, small, doesn't matter. It looks weird. Some are attached to the back of my head, some go into my arms and legs. One large one is going down my throat. Who knows what this shit is for…

[HUMOR INSTALLATION IS FUCKED LMAO] [OPENING VAT 0-15...]

How, of all things, did my humor malfunction?

[ERROR: VAT 0-15 FAILED TO OPEN]

…Well, that's just fun. I can't feel anything, my humor is broken, and I can't leave this vat. Maybe I can force my way out though…

I grab onto the tubes connecting to the back of my head and tug on them. My visor glitches for a moment; the text crossing over it lags and goes away after a few more. I look at the glass barrier separating me from the outside of the pod, and ball my hand into a fist.

I strike the pod, though it doesn't budge. I am already feeling tired. I guess that's what happens when you have never done any form of physical exercise in your life…

I strike the glass several more times, yielding the same results. Looking down at my fist, I spot the sharp ass claws I could've been using to attack with.

I buffer for a total of 13 milliseconds, before striking the glass with a clawed blow. This cuts various grooves into the clear surface, though it remains un-broken. I keep frantically slashing at the pod walls. Outside observers must know something is wrong by now, right?

I eventually cut past the inner-lining of the glass, allowing me to punch it some more. Due to the damage I had gracefully bestowed upon it like some wild animal, the final punch is enough to make the glass shatter. Though, as I am still weak, I immediately fall. Luckily the many still-attached tubes catch my rapid descent. It would've hurt if I could feel pain, so I say "ow"… But due to the large ass tube down my throat, it comes out as a monotone grunt.

I spot an image at the edge of my view, a large Avian entity. But in the moment I lock eyes with it, it vanishes.

I turn away in annoyance, and slowly pull the disturbingly large tube out of my throat. It was disgusting. Why do I even need a throat? I'm a machine.

[WARNING: LIFE SUPPORT REMOVED]

Well fuck…

Someone runs over to me, grasping onto my arms while yelling commands at someone else who had followed them into the room, "MAKE SURE THAT EAGLE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO IT!"

I hear an, "AYE SIR!" off to the side. Most likely in response to the command.

When did these people get in here? I never even noticed them until now… Maybe I should rest…

[LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS OFFLINE]

Oh wonderful! It's almost as if it was fate!

"Please don't die immediately after you leave the pod—"

I slump forward.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Awww that's cuuute :D

The stall

AW lol the bow :D

Yeah it's been great (okay at least lol) <3

LOL yeah careful xD

Ope hi sir!

Will the cowboy hat be okay lol?

Probably xD

Okay phew lol

Yeah :D doing your best

Okay cool chillin

More people!!

Aww that's nice :))

That might be better than the others lol

Ope hello girl o.o

Oh gosh xd

Everyone getting out of the way xD

Ahh I see

💀 LOL exactly Marjan xD

Dang girl o.o

Ahhh professionals, like racers I mean

And dressage

Like breeding?

Okay okayyy

Ope hogs?

So like good against that?

Ahh it's good they get care :))

Hmmm that's not gonna go well

Idk how but xD

Peppermint's gonna be discovered as one of his triggers or something lol

Ope?

Ohh no

💀 OWEN XD

Fair though lol

I love his drama not gonna lie xD

Uhhh ohhhh-

OH CRAP O.O

Girly yup 😭

Yep, medical xdd

Owen's "To look into his soul 😔😌" XDD

TO CHECK IF HE HAS CONJUNCTIVITIS LOL SLFKJHKS XD

Ah crap xd bye girly lol

Idk if he was the vibe for that anyway

What's gonna go wrong here

He just won't like it?

UHH OHHH

NOOO SHE HAS GLASSES O.O

Ahh crap xd

OH GOSH

At least she's okay o.o

Is he gonna go running everywhere 😭

Okay phew no xd

Oof lol

Awww :( ope?

Like taking him home or something XD where would you put him lol?

Ahhh LOL B-Shift xD the ever talked about (especially in fanfic) B shift xD rude

Fair though lol

?

Oh gosh o.o no fair Owen xD

Ope?

Ohhh okay a free range thing :O that's cool!

Ahh yeah is it because he's been in captivity :( 😬

Yep :'/// that sucks honey :((

Oh does it have slightly more support?-

Nope lol 💀 xD

Owen honey where's this coming from

Exactly

:'((((

I imagine it's not, more around his stuff, but it also makes me think of TK. Rehab and stuff (though that was admittedly main Gwyn), moving to Texas, etc. He never gives up on him

Oope-?

AWW oh gosh that flashback 😭

It in that mindset/frame, like the too much effort, is rough :'((( that hits different <3

I'm so sorry Owen :( D:

Oope?

Hmm what's that Judd :D 👀?

Awww that poor girl :(((

Disturbing but she still looks so close to alive

Hm what for like an autopsy/checking her stomach more or something?

Yep consent, okay cool

Is Carlos getting out a recording device or something? Like M. E. s have.

Oh a phone? Pictures?

OHH her phone :O face ID!!!

Ohhhkay I see

Gotta say those are rough to work, I'd be stressing- yep xdd xD

Gosh that sucks D:

Ahh yeah too far from alive :'(( close but too far

Gosh :(

I mean yeah it's just a phone password right?

Idk could be just hacking it entirely not possible to just get the password, idk

:'(((( this sucks 😭😭💔🥺

Oop this is once again hitting close to home for Carlos xdd

OPE :O THAT!!!

YAYYY :DDD

I thought Campbell took the phone with him honestly xD

Oh he didn't leave lol

:O

Ohh noo

Oh gosh that poor girl D:

I mean she was trying xdd

Oop? :O a location!!

OOP

WAIT WAIT WAIT

THE SEASON PROMO

CARLOS IN GEAR

UUHHHHH OHHHH

I think it's later but 😬😬😬😳

Oop?

Uhh ohhh 😳

Hmm no I bet it's on accident, like she doesn't know it's just there

Or maybe she does

Hmmm oh gosh o.o so it could be him? Idk

Ope she knows her rights xD

Good for her but not good for this situation bc I to she is a criminal but good nonetheless

Oop

Lol yeah they don't xD I'm sure you have some kind of identification, maybe a number even still, but xD

Ooope?

Uhhh ohhhh :o >:D

Ooop-

A DOOR O.O

Yooo-

YOOOO

Nice guys :DDD

Good job 😌😌😌

Y'all and your quips lol

Aww Carlos's face lol

Ahh okay

I seeee okay :(( that suuucks

Gosh :(( D:

Ohh okay cool

:OO yayy!!!! She gets justice, and everyone else :'))

Yeah exactly <333

Why did it kind of look like the firehouse in the background for a second lol

Yeah <3

Awww honeyy :((( it's okay, you didn't know

It sucks, but there's nothing you can do now

CARLOS FEELING ITTT

CARLOSSSS

FEEEELL ITTTT

TAKE NOTICEEEEE

TRAGEDY WILL STRIKE, EVENTUALLY

[shutupbrain]

12.16.2022 - Part 1

A month or 2 ago, E tells me he's unhappy with me and almost breaks up with me except I fight to keep him. My anxiety and depression has made me unbearable to be around apparently. I get where he's coming from because I cannot stand myself most of the time either. I'm irritable and tired in every sense of the word. I've started medicine but know I should see a therapist to start working thru my unresolved trauma. So I get where he's coming from but also very blindsided because if anything, I've always felt secure in our relationship and his love for me. I come away from the conversation raw and naked and uncertain but determined to really try to work on me and us. A week later he is telling me how close he is with his female coworker ("C") but not to worry because they're like "brother and sister." He talks about her daily and goes into the office to work daily even though he can now WFH which he's wanted so badly to do for a long time. (He says in that argument btw that he doesn't WFH because he's unhappy being around me). Then I remember how just a month or two ago he changed his password on all his phones, even one day not giving me it when I just wanted to Google something about a movie. He was cooking and said that he couldn't remember the pin but would face ID into the phone when he was done cooking so I could look up whatever it was. Except me and our daughter "M" get to talking and he comes over and discreetly takes the phone upstairs to "poop" all of a sudden but I notice. Interesting timing no? It was as if he needed to go erase anything I might see and not like. Before that he stopped photo sharing which we'd had set up for years so we could easily share pictures of M. Throughout all this I am also telling myself how ridiculous I am being and that I am making connections that aren't there. Or that he just has a work friend he's clicked with that happens to be a woman, I need to chill. She's engaged so why am I worried? It's because she said he reminds her of her fiance "sooo much." She will tell him personal stories including how she will go twerk on her man while he's playing video games but he doesn't like it. (E would LOVE this.) What stories does he tell her about us? Does she know that our relationship is struggling? I mean we've been together 12 years in just a couple weeks. Long term relationships have downs, that's life I tell myself. I'm having insecurities that I need to work thru, this is all me. He had his work Christmas party last weekend but I couldn't go since I traveled back from CA that entire day. He said C's fiance seemed uncomfortable around him. How do they act together? Did her fiance notice a closeness he didn't like? Last night E made plans with all his work friends even though I asked him to invite them out with us and my best friend on Saturday. How he ended up making separate Friday plans idk. C and her fiance couldn't make it. I was feeling uncertain about going because I don't like to go out 2 nights in a row. I like to have 1 night at home with my baby girl but I had to join. I dressed up and looked cute. E was unusually quiet on the way, I was upbeat and talkative and in a good mood and even asked him what's up but he said he was focused on the road. Fair enough. We were going to meet at his long-time coworkers apartment which was a surprise because I was under the impression that we were going to meet at a public place aka neutral ground for me, the odd one out who doesn't know anyone there.

[impossiblesuitcase]

Mutually Moronic Marriage - part 6.

“Evacuation procedures?”

“Functional, but disorganised.”

“Motion sensors?”

“—Use thermal energy to detect bodies. They can’t detect androids.”

Cinder and Cress strode through the halls of New Beijing Palace, ports in hand as they checked off every security measure on their list. The two had consulted together over the past week, estimating every potential way someone could infiltrate and then examining how their security measured up.

Poorly, as they were discovering today.

Every time Cinder read out an item from their list, Cress rebutted with some flaw or fault, so it was with hesitancy that she enquired, “I don’t even want to ask, but the guards?”

Despite having the shortest legs, Cress wasn’t the one struggling to keep the pace. Kai trailed behind, double-checking every issue they covered as though he didn’t believe their assessment.

“Good, actually,” Cress chirped. “The new android guards are highly realistic models with enhanced flexibility functions, programmed for martial art manoeuvres.” She quirked a brow at Kai. “That was your doing?”

“Yep,” he replied proudly, nudging his wife. “See, Cinder? I didn’t forget everything.”

Cinder feigned praise. “Yes, you did one of fifty things. Congratulations.” It was harsh, she knew, but she was already inundated with responsibilities and this detour took time away from her very important economic bill. She didn’t have time for niceties.

He shook it off. “We also upgraded the cameras. Right, Cress?”

Cress confirmed with her port. “Mm-hmm.”

“And we secured the gates.” He spread out his arms. “We’re still safe here, love.”

Cinder cast him a frosty look. She didn’t think he was quite grasping the gravity of this situation. “Okay. That sounds reasonably safe. But then how did Dolion get in at the ball? How’s our security for events?”

Cress took in a sharp breath. “Bad.”

This time, Cinder nudged Kai. 

“So it’s not the best for events,” Kai relented. “Fine. But we’re still protected on a daily basis.” 

Cinder barked out a laugh. “That’s your defence?” she snapped. “Seriously? It’s clear that the security is inadequate. Why are you still trying to justify it?”

Cress awkwardly stepped back.

“I’m not justifying it, I’m trying to provide you with some reassurance.” Kai cupped his hand around the back of her neck, voice lowering. “You’ve been freaking out that at any moment we’ll be attacked by some assassin, but you clearly can’t break in unless you have a very specific skill set.”

The warmth on her neck did not pacify her. “Then let’s check this ‘specific skill set,’ shall we?” she remarked with air quotes. “Cress, what about hackers? How are the server firewalls?”

Cress simply smiled through gritted teeth.

“Terrible. Great.”

They took the lead ahead as Kai stayed in place, verifying the information with his memory. 

Cinder marked off another structure that would require complete reconstruction. “Are we protected from the net?”

“Yes, but once you get any access to the palace intranet…” Cress trailed off.

Kai’s breathing laboured as he bounded to catch up. His nose scrunched the way it did whenever he was being a typical clueless boy, a gesture she normally found unfathomably adorable and now, unfathomably annoying. “I don’t think the intranet is as bad as you say. All the passwords are encrypted, frequently changed, and staff must prove their identity on the system once a fortnight.”

Cress’s fingers tapped a drumbeat on her port. “That’s the start of a good system, but you also have a shortcut that staff members can scan their ID chip to access their files.”

“And?”

“And a criminal could easily knock someone unconscious and hold their wrist up to the scanner.”

Kai’s brow furrowed, his argument withering.

“Next item,” said Cinder, typing fix intranet on her port, “every door in the palace is connected to a mainframe so they can all be closed in the event of an evacuation—”

“Wait,” Kai butted in, “we did address that in the initial upgrades. They can’t be controlled remotely unless a verified member of our security team approves it.”

At Cinder’s sceptical look, Cress nodded affirmatively. “It’s true. I only gained remote control of the doors at the ball because your security team knows me.”

“That’s good, then,” Cinder admitted, and Kai seemed relieved by her approval. “Let’s move on to the entrance procedure—”

Cress thrust out her hand. “There’s more.”

Cinder groaned. “Of course there is.”

They approached a large mahogany door carved with ornate dragons and cranes. It connected the traditional side of the palace to the modern wing, where the medical labs were located. 

“For all the doors to be connected, there needs to be a central point that they are connected from.” Cress gestured to the door. “This is that point. The programming is applied to this door unilaterally and then it can be distributed throughout the palace.”

Kai listed his head, processing the jargon. “So that’s a problem?” 

Cress used her ID chip to open a shiny metal box adjacent to the door. She hooked up her port with a cable and a new software appeared on the screen. It only took a few moments of hacking before the security panel on the door flashed red, displaying ERROR ERROR ERROR.

“Watch this.” 

Two commands later, the warning vanished. The screen turned green. “Manual control granted to: Crescent Darnel,” came the artificial voice.

Cinder clipped her port to her belt. “The problem is that it’s easy to hack in?”

Cress toggled with some buttons, and a loud bang sounded behind them. Cinder and Kai flinched. As they turned around, three doorways in the hall swung open, one after the other. With another tap on Cress’s port, they closed with a gust of wind.

“Right,” Kai considered, sounding startled, “but the palace guard permitted you to do that, as you said. So it’s not an issue—”

Kai’s port chimed from his belt. Its incessant buzzing was one customised for emergencies. He accepted the comm. 

“Your Majesty, we’ve just detected a breach in our palace mainframe. Someone has gained access to our system.” The voice was muffled, but Cinder’s acute audio sensors raised the volume to listen.

“Yes, it’s Crescent Darnel. Didn’t you give her permission to do so?”

“No, Your Majesty. It appears Darnel-dàren has entered through our codebreak point. We cannot control any of the software activity from that server. I am most grateful that it was only her accessing it. It is a highly compromisable position.”

Kai raised his eyes skyward. He looked drained. “Thank you for alerting me. Yes. Goodbye.”

Cress, unable to hear the conversation, unplugged her device and closed the box. “What I was about to say is that you can’t hack in remotely without approval, but this point is an independent server. The security team can’t control anything done on it.”

“Yes, that has just been made clear to me.” Kai clenched his teeth to disguise what was, Cinder guessed, mortification. She was glad for it. At least something was getting through his thick skull.

“This is the most vulnerable point of the whole palace. Once you control this, you can prevent the guards from accessing you, head right to the security room, and take over the whole palace. Actually, I wish I had known about it when we kidnapped you. It would’ve made it a lot easier.” Cress chuckled but stopped when she saw Kai’s hunched shoulders and gaunt face. “This isn’t your fault, Kai. It’s just…hacking is always getting more advanced and people aren’t prepared for such rapid change. That’s all.”

His limp posture didn’t change. 

Cress shot Cinder a guilty look of what did I say? But Cinder just shook her head. “So do you think this should be our main priority?”

“Definitely. Thankfully, it’s an easy fix. I just have to write up some new programming to protect the doors. But the current ID scanners can’t run that software—they’re too old.”

Cinder chewed on her lip. “Would it work on the Heston model 3.1 scanners?”

Cress mused for a moment. “It should.”

“Well, problem solved. I’m already organising to get those scanners anyway.”

Cress let out a little ah in satisfaction. They took two steps forward.

“Wait,” Kai called weakly. He stretched out his hand. “This door is in the middle of the palace. It would take an awful lot of strategy to get here undetected, and even then, no one can hack like you, Cress. They would be much slower than you, and by that time, the guards would apprehend them.”

“I guess so,” Cress answered, but it was uncertain.

The door stood imposingly before them. Kai’s words filtered through Cinder’s ears, but she delegated them to some other part of her mind. She judged the metal box, its height in comparison to her own. Analysed its material and tossed up guesses of how much brute force would be needed to impact it. It was hollow for the hardware inside. The door was a thin cover on the front, only about a centimetre’s length at the hinges. It wasn’t robust.

Cinder stepped backwards and repositioned herself directly in line with the box. Inspecting. Calculating.

Kai moved out of her path, appealing to Cress. “I don’t think we should scare the staff by telling them the entire security system is inadequate. There are some issues with the system, but it still serves its purpose well enough. We’re still protected in the pal—”

Cinder surged forward and slammed her foot into the box. A loud clanging sound rippled through the metal as her heel connected with the facing.

As she’d anticipated, the cover gave out instantly, hanging solely from the hinges. Inside was a collection of flashing green and red lights under rows of buttons. Cinder reached forward, flipped the biggest switch, and the mahogany door slid open.

All was silent but for the crackle of sparking wires. The cover crashed to the polished wooden floors with a heavy thud.

Cress looked impressed. Kai looked defeated.

She backed up again and wiped her hands on her trousers. “And that was with my human leg.”

———

“Groaning, Torin rubbed his fingers over his temples. It had been a long time since Kai had seen that expression on his adviser. The expression that indicated that he thought Kai was a moron.” – Cress, Chapter Twenty-Two

Creak.

The bedroom door opened. Ironically, it only made that loud, grating sound when someone tried to open it inconspicuously. Otherwise, it was silent.

Kai avoided Cinder’s gaze as he entered their room. She sat atop the covers of their bed, having turned in for the night. Since he said nothing, she did the same.

After a quiet dinner in which they watched a net drama and didn’t say very much to each other, Kai suggested that she take her free time in the garage. He was a little insistent when he said it, but Cinder was more than happy to go tinker anyway. Hours later she returned to their quarters and had a shower alone when Kai told her he would have one soon.

She finished getting ready for bed right when Kai, perhaps coincidentally, decided he would have his shower. Maybe he was expecting her to already be asleep when he finally retired for the evening. Alas, she was wide awake, reading through her port. A knowing, vacant smile rested on her face.

Kai padded across the room to the balcony. Cinder brought her port up to hide her smile, her eyes following him over the rim of the device. 

“Close the curtains,” he ordered, glancing outside surreptitiously to the left and right. He didn’t stop scanning until the fabric hit the floor.

“Scared someone will break in through the window?” 

He jumped and twirled around. With feigned insouciance, he said, “Nothing wrong with a little privacy.” 

Cinder curled up her legs as he folded down the covers and climbed into bed. His shirt clung to his still-damp skin and his hair was fluffy—over blow-dried, she guessed, given the six minutes and thirty-two seconds that her brain recorded the sound going for.

She remained silent, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting for him to finally look at her. It took him longer than necessary to settle in. Then he fiddled with his bedside clock, changing the settings from a blue light to a warm purple. 

Eventually, when there was nothing else to busy himself with, he turned to her. Finding her watching him, he rubbed his ear and looked away.

They both stared at the foot of the bed, neither moving. Cinder closed the tabs on her port, set the notifications to silent and clicked it off. Kai dragged his palms down the blanket. 

“How was the garage—”

“—Did you get to read your book?”

Their eyes snapped back to each other. Three seconds passed before they fell into laughter, and the bizarre, palpable tension evaporated.

Kai pulled a hand down his face. “I’ll start again. Did you get to finish your project?”

“No,” she sighed and rested against the headboard. “I felt bad having fun with my own projects when all the staff are scrambling to fix the doors. I haven’t had the opportunity to order the ID scanners Cress wants either, and by then I’ll be too busy with the economic bill to help.”

Sympathy enveloped his features. “You’re the empress first, freelance mechanic second. They understand why you’re not always available.”

“I know. But it’s the one time they need my help and I can’t offer it. And the housekeepers haven’t even hired new head mechanics yet.”

“Mm, we should rectify that.”

“After we fix more immediate problems, perhaps,” she suggested, her words laden with connotation.

“Well, I got to ask my question,” he deflected rather forcefully, that in itself acknowledging her insinuation. “What was yours?”

Her eyes fell to her lap.  “Can I change it?”

“Sure.”

“Do you feel better now?”

Kai’s hands clutched the blanket. “Pardon?”

“You were avoiding me tonight.”

He grimaced. “Sorry. I’ve probably seemed…distant.”

That knowing smile returned. She reached over to stroke his cheek. “I didn’t mind, I knew that you would talk to me when you were ready. Are you okay?”

His cheeks turned red under her touch. “Yeah, just…I’m ashamed. I didn’t want to face you knowing that I’ve made a fool out of myself with this whole security debacle.”

She scoffed. “I wasn’t going to bite your head off for it. I mean, admittedly, I am pretty frustrated with you over this because—”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, “I don’t know why, I just spaced.”

“Spaced?” Her voice rose. “For four years, in which I reminded you multiple times?” 

Kai sat up. “C’mon, I at least started. You’ve seen the upgrades yourself!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t finish! It’s okay to space and forget to show up to a meeting or return a comm. But the security of the entire palace staff?” A disbelieving laugh tore from her. “You can’t have just forgotten!”

“I didn’t!” he defended. “Not entirely. I just—ugh, there were so many other things I had to prioritise so I put it on the back burner. I wasn’t ignoring it.”

“Uh-huh.”

He glared. “I’m being serious. Have some faith in me.”

“I do!” spilled out of her. She jumped up from the bed, stringing her hands through her hair. “I have always had faith in you. That’s why I’m completely baffled by you! You’ve had plenty of time.”

A sour eye-roll. “Do you recall all the letumosis recovery programs I’ve had to instigate over that time? Lunar immigration? Cyborg rights? Promulgating the bio-lock?” And then, acerbically, “Did you fix all of Luna’s problems before you abdicated?”

Electrified silence engulfed them.

“That’s not the same,” she contested.

He pinned her with a doubtful stare.

“Safety should always be the top priority. You say that in every meeting about workplace legislation—why doesn’t it count here?” 

Her diatribe was overshadowed by plain confusion. Confusion as to how her capable and competent husband could have forgotten something so obvious, so substantial. 

Cinder paced the floor to calm herself down. Her therapist always told her that her temper got the better of her, so she squeezed her arms and circled around, forcing herself to suck in air.

Kai’s tense look faltered. He seemed about to speak, but then hung his head. 

“Don’t do that,” she rebuked.

“Do what?”

Her bare metal foot scuffed the carpet. “Don’t give up and tell me that ‘I’m right’ and we should just ‘move on’.” She softened. “Yes, you were busy, but you should care for your staff as well as you care for the nation.”

Kai didn’t retort anything back. He let out a long breathy sigh and spread his hands in an appeasing gesture. “You’re right.”

“What did I just say?”

He flinched. “I’m sorry, just let me explain myself.”

She laughed—in relief this time—and made her way back to him. “That’s all I want.” 

Cinder crawled up the bed to sit in front of him, giving her full attention. She pried his hands away when she saw that his fingernails were digging craters into his palms.

“I have been irresponsible. And you’re right to be mad—you put your trust in me and I’ve broken it.”

“You haven’t broken my trust, love—”

“No,” he insisted. “You asked me to do something, I clearly understood it, and I didn’t do it anyway. I deserve blame here.”

She brought his knuckles against her cheek. “I just want to understand why.”

He paused to think. “I started on it, like I said. Then Lysander Steele attacked, which made us realise that we would need much more complex upgrades, but before we could implement anything…” His hand dropped from her cheek to trace over her wedding ring. “I decided I wanted to propose to you.”

Surprised, she checked that the ring he was stroking was still safe. “What does that have to do with it?” She rarely took her wedding ring off, but normally she would have her engagement ring on her bedside while she slept. Now paranoia had her concealing it in her calf department. 

“Now, this is the part where I myself get a little lost on what I was thinking. As soon as I proposed to you I just…shut a door off in my mind. I didn’t cancel the upgrades, but I kept procrastinating.”

“Didn’t my reminders help?” she murmured.

“I think that’s actually why.” Kai pulled her to his chest. She nestled her head under his chin. “I had dreams of you becoming my empress, storming through this palace and turning it upside down with your ideas. Everyone was going to be bewildered by you, and I wanted that more than anything.” He licked his lips, deep in reverie. “I wanted to see your spark at work, changing our home so that it would be ours. Not just mine.”

He spoke tenderly, and it wasn’t too far from what had actually happened. Cinder had caused a racket when she’d moved in, or so she’d been told. It hadn’t been intentional.

She squeezed him tight. “You really thought that?”

“Yep. I was lonely a lot when you lived on Luna, so I kept imagining what it would be like when we’d finally be together. It kept me going.”

“I did that too,” she whispered.

“And you stopped mentioning the security, so I guess my brain filed that under something you would do when you came. You were so set on it, I figured anything I did, you’d come and switch around anyway.”

She extricated herself to face him front on. “So…you’re saying that you compromised the safety of hundreds of staff because of your romantic fantasies?”

“Subconsciously so.” He scratched his neck, his ears turning pink. His back sank down into the pillows. “It’s a terrible excuse, but it’s the truth.”

An amused, completely and irrevocably loving look came over her. The anxiety that had been rising within her like a plume of smoke all week purified to fresh air. 

Cinder clasped his shoulder and tilted his chin upwards for a kiss. He kissed back eagerly, in the way he always did after they argued—relieved, and grateful that she wasn’t really mad at him. Cinder felt the same; she hated when they couldn’t get past a block in their communication, so for the kiss to have all the same sincerity and butterflies as any other they shared was liberating.

He sponged kisses along her nose and temple as added apologies. Before he came back to her lips, she withdrew.

Firm hands cupped his face. “Love?”

“Hmm?”

She smirked. With all the adoration and exasperation possible to muster, “You are a moron.”

Kai blinked, momentarily dazed. “Hey!” he yelled, swatting her hand away.

Cinder rolled onto her side with a deep belly laugh. Tears could’ve almost pricked her eyes.

“I’ll have you know that this is a mutually moronic marriage,” he declared, laughing as well.

“I’m not sure, I mean, in this case it mostly seems like you…”

That comment received a joking hit with his pillow, only making her laugh harder. 

“Okay, okay,” she wheezed, “Next time I’m being a moron, I give you full permission to call me out. But this time, it was you.”

He nodded. “I’ll accept that.” 

She tossed back the pillow and shuffled next to him. “I love you. And you are a moron. But what matters now is that we resolve the repercussions of your moronic behaviour.” She offered her hand. “Deal?”

A firm handshake. “Deal.”

The bedside clock read 23:14. Cinder compelled herself to get under the covers though the windstorm of emotions had left her much too jittery for sleep. “I’m sorry too. I took a dig at you right in front of Cress today. That was mean.” 

“No, you were right,” he said firmly. “I’ve been too defensive, but, to be honest, I’ve been freaking out inside. I wanted to believe that it wasn’t really that bad, because if something happened, it would be my fault.”

So it had been a wake-up call, just as she’d hoped.

Once they were cuddled together, Cinder’s eyelids fluttered shut. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Can you not avoid me again?” she requested, somewhat meekly. “I don’t mind having our down time separately, but I don’t like being distant from you.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll try not to do something stupid like this again, so I shouldn’t have any incentive to go AWOL.”

A snort erupted from Cinder.

“What?”

“I’m not sure about that,” she drawled. “Torin has already told me about some of your…similarly moronic moments in the past. Seems like a trend.”

He butted her forehead with his own. “I’ll just prove you both wrong.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Kai pushed hair from her eyes, kissed her goodnight and turned off the light. But, as she’d known, she was too awake to fall asleep right away.

“Torin will side with me.”

Kai frowned, barely visible in the darkness. “Who said anything about taking sides?”

“He will.”

Notes - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

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[iraprince]

I wanted to join in on TVW but the way to interact wasn't really explain? Idk if was very jumbled and confusing for me and I wasn't able to interact at all because I couldn't figure out how. Any chance you could post like, tutorial? On how to interact/play?

sure thing! the questden format can seem cluttered/unintuitive, but it's actually pretty much just like a forum thread. quest author posts (the ones by me, with images and story text) alternate with anonymous suggestions -- every time there's an update, there's then a space of time where readers can suggest what should happen next using comments, and then the next update is impacted by that.

to suggest on a quest, you use the input fields at the top of the thread. this has a lot of fields on it but you actually only need to know about one of them!

all you have to do is write your suggestion into the "message" field, then hit reply.

you don't need a name (if you leave it blank, it will automatically just say "Suggestion"), there's no need to put an email, and there's no need to put a subject or a file (and you generally shouldn't; these are mostly only used by the quest author.) the "password" field is just in case you want to delete a post you've made; by default it's automatically generated based on your id so that people can't randomly delete each other's posts, if that makes sense.

and that's it! while i'm here, though, here are some other tips that might not be intuitive, to make reading + playing TVW easier:

the "expand all images" link at the top of a quest thread will toggle ALL the images in the thread to fullsize, so you don't have to expand each one one at a time. you can also expand panels individually by clicking the blue hyperlink above each one. (i have never understood why the link expands the image, while clicking the image thumbnail itself opens it in a new tab... it feels like it should be the other way around? but oh well)

and, once a thread has gotten long enough, this is really useful:

the "last 50 posts" link at the top will, well, load the last 50 posts (instead of the entire thread)! depending on how many suggestions there are between updates, this is usually enough to backread the last update or two, so it's really useful if you're caught up and you don't want to have to scroll through the whole thing. if you're just catching up or rereading and you don't want to read everybody's suggestions, you can also use ctrl+F and search the author name to jump directly between author posts.

i hope this is helpful!

[levynite]

The article:

Something strange is happening. Some Apple IDs are mysteriously locking their users out, and so far there’s no explanation why it’s happening. But it’s a real thing—and it happened to me early this morning.

First reported by users on social media, it’s been happening since the evening of Friday, April 26, with people are turning to their Apple devices such as iPhones, iPads and Macs, only to find they’ve been locked out.

It happened to me first thing Saturday morning, April 27, and it wasn’t a nice feeling. Most of all, it’s just baffling. What did I do that led to my iPhone telling me I was locked out of my Apple ID? Had someone compromised a password of mine? Had I left my iPhone unlocked somewhere without realizing? Had the guy on the train I’d asked to look after my stuff while I went to the restroom somehow accessed stuff on my iPad?

Of course, all my devices still worked, but none would let me in to Apple apps, until I’d verified I was me. And doing this turned out to be impossible without resetting my Apple ID password.

As the day went on, I read on social media that I wasn’t alone in this. Which was very comforting—maybe I hadn’t done something wrong after all.

Getting back into my account required a simple, straightforward process: thinking up a new password for Apple ID and setting that up. Not that difficult (though will I remember it? Thank goodness for 1Password), but a nuisance. Plus, as pointed out by 9to5Mac, app-specific passwords previously set up via iCloud have reset as well. Oh, and I needed to set up Messages on my Mac again.

Really, I got off lightly. I have Stolen Device Protection enabled, but I was at home when I checked my phone this morning. If it had happened a few hours earlier, I’d have been on that train I mentioned, which the iPhone would rightly have deemed was not a trusted location.

It’s hard to know exactly how widespread this is, but the breadth of comments on social media suggests it’s not an isolated incident affecting just a few people.

There’s no word from Apple yet about what might have happened, and the company’s system status webpage says all is well with Apple ID, which at least may mean that Apple thinks the issue isn’t happening now. But the cause remains a mystery.

Good luck to all Apple users with the random lockouts

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff 

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

[lordirrelevant]

Survey Corps online meeting!

Choose your fighter (I know, it’s an old joke, but whatever):

Erwin “no, we are not going to postpone the meeting” Smith: super-organized chair (so organized, he’d send multiple reminders with the meeting ID and password one day and one hour beforehand), would not hesitate to mute misbehaving participants, but would feel kinda bad about about it.

Levi “self-isolation is no reason NOT to iron shirts” Ackerman: would not turn the camera on, unless explicitly asked to do so (no, it does not contradict the shirt-ironing routine, because f*** you, that’s why), and would look bored out of his mind throughout the whole meeting.

Hanji “can you see my presentation?” Zoe: that one person, who prepares powerpoints with an ungodly amount of slides and goes through them so fast that no one (not even Levi) is able to read them.

Moblit “Hanji, we can’t hear you” Berner: shares Hanji’s screen, flips through Hanji’s slides and pretty much acts as Hanji’s connection to reality.

Dieter “Charlotte, get off my lap, no, don’t get off my lap!” Ness: the person with a dog! Because there is always a person with a dog!

Mike “silent observer” Zacharias: doesn’t say much and his bangs are so long, that no one really knows, whether he’s sleeping or just looking at his phone.

Nanaba “THE model online meeting participant”: has a headset and everything! Knows how to mute and unmute the microphone without being reminded to do so by everyone.

***

I’ve had way too many online meetings these past few weeks, sorry 😅

And since we’re on the topic of online communication: once again, THANK YOU so much for the feedback! I’ve said it before, but I will never tire of repeating it: it does mean a lot to me and it’s extremely encouraging! I’m still not sure how to reply to replies (I tried to do it with the @-thing before, but I’m not certain it worked out), so if you know how to do it, please let me know! Also, I’ve only discovered the asks-inbox yesterday (I didn’t even know, tumblr had this function damnimstupid).

Ok, long story short: I so want to reply to everyone, I just have to figure out how to do it 😅. In the meanwhile, feel free to DM me, reply, or send asks. I would definitely love to chat (even though I’m slow as hell). Woah this turned into a pretty long post...

[everafterfrisk]

Throughout the Fandom,This Trio is often glossed over and mistreated compared to other villains in the series

Mainly in terms of their Redemption being forced or they have lack luster motives as a villain

Staring with Ilia

Ilia was already contemplating about whether the White Fang's Plan was truly right and going off her interactions with Blake(From her softly asking Blake to stay out of the way to her going against Blake as she wants to stop the hate faunus have to deal with(Her own parents died because of this) to Ilia v Blake final clash(Where Ilia points out she doesn't know what to do anymore while crying)

"Your plan isn't gonna work, Blake. Please... just leave Menagerie before it's too late."

"You used to see things the way I did! The way Adam did! If no one's going to do anything to stop the humans that attack us, then the only choice we have left... is to attack back!!"

Ilia, after Blake asks what her parents would have wanted her to do

>"I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!!"

Next is Hazel

Hazel was first shown to be sympathetic(as shown in his first appearance, where he helped Oscar out with his ID card in Vol 5)

Heck even though he's part of the inner circle(He had nothing against Our main cast for the most part, Salem just utilized his burning hatred of Ozpin since

Gretchen, his twin sister joined Beacon Academy and died on a mission

Which leads to his talk with Oscar saying that Salem's new world promised

"We share a vision. She's gonna create a new world order, no Kingdoms, and no Huntsmen Academies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The common complaint I've seen is that "Why should we care about Gretchen if we don't know"

But I don't think that is really needed since she's supposed to be a minor character

Anyways to sum it up Hazel wasn't truly a villain in first place and was willing to side with Oscar since he knows that blaming Ozpin & letting Salem cause Havoc isn't what Gretchen would want in the end

"I've been thinking about what you said. If it's a lie and I took that lie to Salem, the punishment would fall on my head before yours. If what you said is true and I used the password myself, well, I don't know what happens when this thing activates. So let's see if you're bluffing."

"I'm doing what Gretchen would have done!"

On Emerald's side i feel like

Xel Writer explained it best in his (RWBY is doing Redemption right) video

Highly recommend it

[cackled0g]

{Image ID: A reply by user ikishima. The text reads: "maybe its (sic) because you can literally search (transandrophobia) and see people lay out exactly why its (sic) transmisogynistic and no one needs to spoon feed you this information. but have fun using a term coined by someone with a fetish for raping lesbians I guess"}

For context, the post this user was replying to is this one

Well first off, I think it's a rude assumption to make that I haven't researched a term that I use near daily to explain traumas that I have personally faced. I have actually, believe it or not, researched transandrophobia. I've looked at both sides of the issue, and it has consistently been the side that is against a good faith term for a marginalized group's oppression that has been lacking in good arguements. Let's go over a few of the most common ones I've seen.

a.) The coiner, Saint, has been accused of having a corrective rape fetish. I have seen screenshots to verify that he has engaged with that, but from my understanding it was a password protected nsfw blog where he engaged with it and similar fetishes with his partner, who was a trans feminine person who had said fetishes. I don't know either of the people involved and haven't found any good sources leaning either way on that situation except for one callout document that has been accused of being bad faith and factually false. Like I've said, I don't know anyone involved in that whole situation so I can't say I have an opinion on it one way or the other until I have better evidence to go off of. Regardless of whether Saint is or is not a horrible shitty person though, I don't think he has full claim to the word "transandrophobia" and certainly not the concept behind it--the specific combination of transphobia and antimasculinism that primarily transmasculine folks face. The word is just the combination of the the words 'transphobia', the hatred of trans people, and 'androphobia', the fear or hatred of men, and I know that I at least stumbled across it before I ever knew who Saint was. It's simply the most popular term, aside from transmisandry, which I also use regularly. For trigger tagging purposes and general tagging purposes, it's the most widely used term and also has the most theory and good faith debate behind it from what I've seen

b.) The term 'transandrophobia' is inherently transmisogynistic because it copies the same formula used for the word 'transmisogyny', a word describing the intersection of transphobia and misogyny that primarily transfeminine people face. I don't find this a very compelling argument personally. First off, I'm not aware of if the term was in fact based off of the word transmisogyny, as the convention of "oppression"+" oppression "= "word for combined or intersectional oppression" isn't new or particularly controversial (see: misogynoir) when applied to other forms of oppression.

c.) The idea that transmasculine people are punished for their masculinity and not only their transness is inherently transmisogynistic because ???. I genuinely don't get this one honestly. Even if it were true that marginalized men weren't punished for their masculinity, which it isn't (see: black men bearing the brunt of police violence, the way that ast Asian men are hypersexualized by euro-american women, the way that all Asian men are desexualized by euro-american people) I don't see how that "false" belief being held is an intersection of transphobia and misogyny.

d.) Trans men don't need a word for their oppression because they don't face a unique oppression. This is demonstrably false. Many recent laws restricting HRT in the UK and United States have been actively targeting trans men. JK Rowling, the TERF surpreme, wrote an essay that extensively talked about trans men, books like 'Irreversible Damage' are explicitly about trans men 'ruining their bodies'. If that isn't blatantly transandrophobic then what is?

Of course, if anyone has any sources or additions feel free to drop them below or DM me. Engaging in good faith is highly encouraged, including from the person I'm responding to. I also may add on to this post later with more common anti-transandrophobia arguments as I think of them.