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[survive-object-poll-island]

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PHEW, THAT was a CLOSE ONE!!! Off by just 1 PERCENT!!!

SINCE You're Doing It Wrong Give Me The Controller is a ROBOT, its face is a HOLOGRAM. So taking away one of his eyes is NOT AS EASY as it would be from a FLESHY or RUBBERY or GLASSY object!!

Simple enough for ME, though, with the Advanced Military Technology stored on this ISLAND of mine!?

I'll just shoot tech right in the PROGRAMMING!

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[worldofmagnificence]

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[omnifarious-comic]

[wallofshrek]

"You wanna die, and yet you can't - so why Don't you just feed on me so you can stay alive?" The both of us are the only sane ones here, Although your voice is heard by people far and near I wanna hurt myself and ask you how I breathe in happiness and breathe out poison clouds A perfect junkie hooked on big ideals Isn't it great that we're the only sane ones here?

got so fucking pissed off trying to clear low hacks eight's palette in side order that i went and drew my favorite wet cat and their fucked up codependent manipulator. also AGH just realized the stripy texture layer is too opaque but it's too late to go back and change it now WHY DID I FLATTEN THE IMAGE

oh well. the over-texturing kind of fits. i guess.

*the song linked (rachie's english cover of undead alice) is a romantic song but i do wanna note that i don't ship these two together. in my headcanon they have something extremely fucked up, but strictly platonic, going on. it's just that the first two verses (and some other parts tbh) of the song really do fit whatever the hell is going on with these two, to me.

bonus (mostly) raw photo of it in my sketchbook before all the editing:

[hstoryhuh-a]

❛❛   no!   ❜❜         he   startles   himself   with   the   shout   and   almost   immediately   his   cheeks   flush   a   bright   pink   as   he   scrambles   to   close   the   notebook   he'd   been   scribbling   away   within   for   the   better   part   of   two   hours   now.   it   was   so   easy   to   get   distracted   when   he   got   started.         ❛❛   oh   god,   i'm   so   sorry.   it's   just   ...   it's   not   finished?   not   even   close   actually.   it's   a   proper   mess   really.   ❜❜            

@alexahndar wanted modern!henry.

[koffeebean]

i think what people fail to understand about house of leaves is that you cannot just read it. unlike many books that simply give you the story directly hand it to you in a silver plate, house of leaves is as intricate and complex as the house navidson tries to describe and show.

there's not a simple answer to it, and everyone experiences it through their own eyes. it's constantly changing, with things that we perceive differently than others.

you cannot just sit down and read it- even if you're a fast reader than me i cannot handle reading more than 100 pages per day. you have to stop, think about it, let the book marinate in your mind before you understand what you just read. because if you just sit down and plan on reading it in one setting then sure, you'll be reading words, but nothing else. you'll feel incompetent and stupid. is it truly worth it to read it all when you won't appreciate every single page that you pass through? the brilliance in formatting the book has?

[maxmoffs]

❛ you look so pretty when you're scared of me. ❜

of course she wasn't going to show fear . ( you're the scarlet witch , she should fear you ! ) powers flickering through fingres , wanting the urge to forge it out to make a statement . a slight chuckle , smile mischievous threateningly but more confidence driven , " crossed still , turning to him and head tilts to a QUESTIONING GESTURE . –a sigh under her breath while clearly finding an out to this conversation " i wouldn't call it 'scared' , unbothered more likely , ”

@ladyohdeath / : inbox prompts .

[traightor]

i think i'm developing carpal tunnel

[linghxr]

Collection of open educational resources for Mandarin Chinese (& Russian)

I saved a bunch of open educational resources a while ago and then promptly forgot about them. Haven't really looked over them in detail, but hey, why not share them in case they are useful to you?

Chinese Reading Modules by Yan Li https://ceas.ku.edu/chinese-reading-modules

These reading passages are intended for students at the intermediate to advanced level in their study of Chinese. They were developed with funding from the KU Center for East Asian Studies.

Ting Yi Ting by Sheree Willis & Yan Li https://opentext.ku.edu/tingyiting/

An online guide that enables learners to hear and identify phonemic categories in Mandarin (including lexical tones) in a variety of phonetic contexts, and to associate those phonemes with Pinyin orthography. Includes extensive audio examples and computer-graded comprehension checks.

Russian Aspect in Conversation by Stephen M. Dickey, Kamila Saifeeva, and Anna Karpusheva https://opentext.ku.edu/russianaspect/

This resource is aimed at demystifying some important uses of imperfective verbs for learners of Russian at the intermediate level and above. It focuses on patterns of imperfective usage in infinitives, imperatives and the past tense that involve single completed actions and that are difficult for foreign learners to grasp.

Elementary Chinese I by Wenying Zhou https://openbooks.lib.msu.edu/chs101/

This open textbook is designed for those who are learning Chinese as a second/foreign language in their first semester. It has eight chapters, covering topics including a brief introduction about the Chinese language, greetings, and self-introduction, hobbies, nationalities, family members and occupations, inviting friends to dinner, talking about food and beverage, making phone calls, and talking about classes and exams.

Elementary Chinese II by Wenying Zhou https://openbooks.lib.msu.edu/chs102/

This open textbook is designed for those who are learning Chinese as a second/foreign language in their second semester. It has six chapters, covering topics including describing school life, shopping in stores and online, transportation means, reporting weather and climates, ordering foods, and asking and giving directions.

Elementary Mandarin by Carl Polley https://open.umn.edu/opentextbooks/textbooks/elementary-mandarin

This course is designed for learners with no background in Chinese. It introduces basic structures of the Mandarin Chinese language with emphasis on listening, speaking, reading and writing skills. Students will gain these four skills in standard Mandarin Chinese, attaining approximately the Novice-High level on the ACTFL-ETS (American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages) proficiency scale. Topics of conversation include basic greetings, names, family, work, study, and hobbies.

开源中文 EverFlow Mandarin by Runqing Qi, Yingjie Li, and Yu Zhang https://www.colorado.edu/project/everflowmandarin/

EverFlow Mandarin is a textbook aimed at enhancing the language proficiency of Chinese learners at the intermediate level as determined by the American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages (ACTFL). It is designed for students who have completed two years of Chinese language courses in comprehensive universities in North America. After studying the content of the ten lessons in this textbook, students' Chinese proficiency can reach the levels of either Intermediate-High or Advanced-Low as determined by the ACTFL.

Various Chinese resources by Wen-Hua Teng https://coerll.utexas.edu/coerll/materials/language/chinese/

Learning Chinese: A Foundation Course In Mandarin (汉语基础教材) by Julian K. Wheatley https://ocw.mit.edu/courses/res-21g-003-learning-chinese-a-foundation-course-in-mandarin-spring-2011/pages/online-textbook/

This online textbook represents materials that were used in the first four semesters (two years) of the Mandarin program at MIT. They eventually formed the basis of a print textbook of the same name, published by Yale University Press (elementary level available 2011, intermediate level due late 2011 or early 2012). Information about the Yale edition, plus online materials that could supplement the OCW material with some allowances. The Yale website also includes extensive audio-clips (numbering over 40 by July 2011, up through Unit 4), which cover much of the same ground as the OCW version.

IChineseER from Pomona College https://lchineseer.sites.pomona.edu/

Diverse Russian: A Multicultural Exploration by Anna Tumarkin and Shannon Donnally Quinn https://wisc.pb.unizin.org/diverserussian/

This textbook invites students to explore the diverse Russian-speaking communities across Eastern Europe, Central Asia, and North America. It highlights the rich cultures and histories of Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Indigenous populations of Russia, the Baltic states, Georgia (Sakartvelo), and Russian-speaking communities in the United States. Supported by the Less Commonly Taught and Indigenous Languages Partnership and funded by the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation, this OER textbook provides a unique, immersive experience that seamlessly integrates cultural understanding with practical language skills.

[fleuriieu]

𐙚👟 . . . 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 ? 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ [ pt. one ]

001. SYNOPSIS ― katsuki hates your old, raggedy white jordans. 002. GENRE ― fluff ( ☁️ ) 003. LINKS ― navigation . . . masterlists . . . taglist currently playing 🎶 :: " kilby girl " - the backseat lovers

katsuki 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 your old, raggedy white jordans.

they're so worn down he could practically see the soles coming off, the laces gray and dirtied from the constant wear and tear they go through. it angers him to no end how you won't do anything about them. "when the hell are you getting new shoes? pisses me off starin' at that shit everyday." he grunts, motioning his head towards your feet.

you look up from your textbook, a confused expression shown on your face. you two were currently at a cafe studying together, as you asked him to help tutor you for the next test. what he had just said were the first words after maybe an hour or so of quiet reading. "um...one, why are you staring at my feet all the time? two, not all of us are filthy rich, dummy. and three...they're not that bad." you say, lowering your head to look at your shoes too. sure they were sort of falling apart, and yeah, maybe they looked like they've been through three world wars and a hurricane. but you could still walk in them. and that's what shoes are for, no?

"i'm not staring at them all the time!" bakugou snaps, feeling his face flush red at the accusation. "jus' happen to notice them."

you roll your eyes at his reply, picking up your book to turn the page.

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say. don't blame me if theres a new rumor going around that you have a foot fetish, though." you say, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"don't you fucking dare." bakugou glares.

the rest of the study session continues with you two bickering, forgetting about the homework and flashcards as the sun begins to set.

"ugh, see! we couldn't get anything done 'cause you kept yapping the entire time!" you groan, shutting your textbook closed and slumping down on your seat.

"i kept yapping?! you're the one who was startin' shit!" bakugou exclaims, shoving his stuff into his bag.

"was not." "were to" "was not!" "were to!" "wa--" "alright, just shut up and lets go home! gotta walk you or else ma would smack the shit out of me for letting a girl walk home alone in the dark." bakugou huffed, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

you laugh, getting up and walking out the door with him.

"oh, how kind of you. almost makes me think you actually have manners." "keep talkin' and i'll fuckin' punch you!" "...i take it back."

a/n :: this was originally gonna be just one long fic but i decided to split it up so it's easier for me (´ ∀ ` *) lmk if you'd like to be tagged in the next parts ! ♡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ. . . [ part two ] [ part three ]

[najaemism]

i think she knows! | karina x fem!oc smau

i want you, bless my soul!

synopsis. march shim and karina yu had been compared and pitted against each other for years, and the media even dubbed them as rivals simply because their careers were slightly similar. their professional lives cross when they’re both cast as leads in a new series, sparks flying both onscreen and off.

(oh—and march also runs a secret stan account for karina.)

category.     social media au, fluff, crack/humor, celebrity!au, actress!karina, actress!oc

warnings.    language, oc is down bad for karina (arent we all), celebrity drama, stan twitter, specific warnings each part!

with special appearances from. aespa, nct, itzy, seventeen, and more!

status. on going! (slow updates)

note. surprise !?!?! 🥹 this is a brainrot i've been having for months and i've been itching to post this so here u go 😭 as usual, timestamps don't usually matter in this au BUT i will be putting the month that each chapter is set in at every chapter. additionally: i might need more fan accounts for this smau so... if ur willing to let me use your username just reply that as well 😁 chapters with the ✍🏼 emoji means chapters with written parts! enjoy!

yushim playlist!

EPISODE LIST!

SEASON ONE

meet the cast: series regulars! | recurring cast!

001: chemistry read ✍🏼

002: starring who?

003: stans are so interesting

004: table read ✍🏼

005: do you hate me?

006: ???

CUT!

BONUS CONTENT.

march shim's wikipedia page

note. i've been wanting to write more celebrity aus for a while now so ... this is the first of a series of smaus i might write (might be in the same universe too, who knows?) but yea :D i will be posting character profiles soon BUT i won't start posting chapters until after new year! anw send me an ask/reply/dm if u want to be added to the taglist!

taglist. open!

[mattslolita]

she - c. & m. sturniolo ( 003. )

in which . . . the new girl down the street catches the attention of two brothers who grow infatuated with her.

( ghostface!chris x black!fem!reader x ghostface!matt )

warnings ; black!bimbo!fem!reader , ghostface!chris , ghostface!matt , obsessive!chris & matt , blood , gore , knives , mentions of death , eventual smut , threesome , munch!matt , oral ( fem! receiving ) , overstim , praise kink , dry humping , squirting

"o𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕."

1, 2, 3, 4 💌

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆

it felt like you were betraying chris and matt in some way, having not told them about the call from the ghostface killer that you received — but luckily for you, they didn't seem to suspect anything was wrong with you. despite your overly jumpy nature and the constant looking over your shoulders in between classes, matt and chris thought nothing of it.

( but of course, they knew. )

you sat at one of the tables near the cafeteria, chemistry book open in front of you with a worksheet neatly sat on top of it. your nose scrunched in confusion, before you shook your head to clear the distractions.

"what's up, pretty girl?"

you jump slightly, a shriek leaving your lips as you turn around to be met with the familiar sight of matt, who grins down at you, running a hand through your sleek ponytail as he takes a seat next you. you inhale, looking back down towards your textbook.

"y'alright?" chris asks, sitting on the other side of you guys, as he licks his lips whilst sending you a wink.

"mhm!" you answer quickly, cheeks heating up as you looked at chris, remembering the intimate night you both shared. as if he can sense what goes through your mind, he smirks at you knowingly.

"your parents gonna be gone tonight?" matt asks you, toying with your ponytail as you try to regain focus on the assignment in front of you.

"yeah, it's date night yet again," you snort quietly, shaking your head slightly, "but i have lots of homework to do..."

"you sayin' you can't make time for us?" chris asks, feigning a pout as he puts a hand on his chest. matt shakes his head and chuckles at this, resting a hand on your thigh.

you sighed at this, a pout forming on your face as you looked at them both. "i mean i could, but i really need to get these done."

"how bout' tomorrow then, yeah?" matt tells you, face dangerously close to yours as he licks his lips, his eyes grazing over your lips for a mere second, "y'gonna be free by then?"

"yes!" you beam just then, nodding your head as your wide eyes shine with anticipation.

"s'good to know," chris murmurs, nodding to you with a smirk, "we'll see you tomorrow."

with a hum, matt presses the ghost of a kiss to your cheek, slightly tugging on your ponytail causing you to pout as you turn to give him a slight glare at his retreating figure. chris throws you a wink, and you roll your eyes slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. aside from the phone call you know you'd be receiving soon enough, you looked forward to spending time with your favorite boys.

───

later on that night, you had your english work spread out across your bed this time — you were in the same aggravated state as you were with chemistry, being that you kept finding yourself distracted.

you bit your lip in frustration, narrowing your eyes at the words on the page. it wasn't hard work, you just couldn't bring yourself to do what you were supposed to be doing.

after a couple of minutes, a strangled groan leaves your lips as you stack your papers neatly, deciding you were just going to give up on your work for now — you felt a tad bit guilty since you could've been spending this time with matt and chris, but to be honest? you needed the mental break and some time alone to process things. besides it was after curfew, and you didn't want either of them in trouble.

a phone call wouldn't hurt.

you grinned slightly about to reach for the cherry red landline, before the loud ring from the device startles you — a cold chill runs down your spine, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

he only ever called you once a week.

could this possible be someone else calling you? nervousness bubbled in your gut, and you found a shaky hand reaching out for the phone anyway — for your sake, you seriously hoped someone else was calling you.

"hello?" you say into the receiver nervously, biting down on your bottom lip as you glance around your room.

"hey there, pretty girl."

a gulp rides down your throat, and you squeezed your eyes shut before opening them again. "what is it you want now?"

"i jus' wanna talk to you, baby," he purrs, causing your thighs to unwillingly clench together. "y'know you missed me."

"bold of you to assume that," you muttered into the phone, tracing your fingers up and down your thigh, "why do you wanna talk to me?"

an almost irritated sigh leaves his lips on the other line, and your eyebrows shoot up as you await his response. "i always look forward to talkin' to you. an' i know you secretly enjoy talkin' to me."

the curve of a smile tugs at your lips, and you find yourself biting down on your lip once again — if it was so wrong to be talking to him, why did he gauge this sort of reaction out of you? strangely, you liked the idea of these intimate talks with a man you didn't know — a stalker, learning everything about its' target. you secretly liked the way he seemed to know exactly what you liked, even if he was somehow watching to see your reactions.

( and he definitely was. )

"let's play a game, doll," he tells you, and you can almost hear the grin in his voice.

"okay," you say back in confirmation, and a low chuckle escapes his lips.

"for every question i ask you and i get right, you have to take off article of clothing," he says, causing your eyebrows to furrow before a slight grin breaks out over your face. it's not like he was there with you — he couldn't tell you what to take off.

"easy enough, s'not like-"

"and it's my choice what you take off," he growls into the phone, which elicits a gulp from you as you glance around your room, "got it, princess? wouldn't wanna gut you cause you can't follow simple directions."

a small whimper escapes your lips and you nod, though he can't see you ( that's what you thought, anyway. . . ) "words angel, i need your words."

"okay, i'll follow your rules," you whimpered into the phone, and you could hear a strained groan come from the other line.

"thas' a good girl," he purrs, the praise sending a familiar feeling to your core. "first question. do you like our phone calls?"

"yes," you whispered into the line, scolding yourself for being so honest. but how could you lie?

"take off those pretty lil' shorts you're in," he instructs you.

reluctantly ( but not really. . . ) you lift up from your bed, un-tugging the knot from the drawstring of your shorts — the piece of fabric falls to floor, and you move your legs to completely step out of it. you bite your lip, knowing now that this game would be too easy for him.

you weren't wearing any underwear underneath.

and to make it worse, there was a faint squelch sound when you sat back on your bed — but of course your conversation with the ghostface killer had you sopping wet. and you were almost certain he could hear it too, judging from the low chuckle that left his lips once again.

"aw, s'my girl not wearin' any panties?" he cooed, and you whined again unintentionally, causing a growl to leave his lips.

"got you all wet while you're callin' me," he teases you, causing you to pout as your fingers trace patterns along your thigh, "new game, an' i want you to do exactly what i say."

"i'll do whatever you say," you purr into the phone.

"touch yourself f'me."

you were shocked at the request — was he getting off to this, too? maybe that's why he decided to start calling you in the first place. ( and if you weren't so clueless, you would've known that he jerked off to just about every phone call you had together. )

"don't get all shy on me, darlin'," he sneers, as you opened your legs just slightly, "go head', touch that pretty pussy."

your hand snakes down to your heat, a soft whine leaving your lips when you gather your slick, spreading the wetness across our wet cunt. it's eerily silent in your home, nothing but the wet, slick noises sounding throughout it as a low moan leaves your lips.

( why in the hell would you leave your bedroom slightly cracked opened? )

"oh," you moan, throwing your head back as you begin to circle your clit, hearing the labored breathing from the man on the other line.

"such a good girl, playin' with herself jus' f'me," he groans, and you're almost certain he's jerking off to this.

but you didn't care — his praise has you arching your back, as you slowly put one of your digits into your tight hole, moving it in and out slowly.

the door to your bedroom creaks open slightly, the phone long forgotten as it lays on the bed beside you. static sounds throughout the other line, but you're too caught up in pleasuring yourself to even notice. hell, you're too riddled with ecstasy that you don't notice matt begin to slowly make his way into your room, his eyes zeroing in on the sight of you.

"fuck, y/n," he mumbles, breath strangled as he runs a hand down his jaw.

your eyes suddenly flutter open, wide — yet, you make no move to stop touching yourself. instead, your movements speed up as he watches you hungrily, just waiting to devour you. wordlessly, matt lets out a groan as he walks over in front of you, bending down so that he was level with your glistening folds. he pries your legs apart, mouth watering at the sight in front of him — how he couldn't wait to taste you.

"m-matt, i-"

"gonna have a taste of you," he growls, eyes clouded with pure lust as he looks up at you momentarily, a smirk on his face. "sit back an' relax, angel."

before you can get another syllable out of your mouth, it's replaced with a loud moan as matt attaches his lips to your swollen bud.

"o-oh- matt, gosh!" you cry out, gripping the edge of your sheets as your toes curl, head thrown back as matt devours you.

his low moans send vibrations throughout your core, causing profanities to slip your lips as matt eats you out like a starved man — his tongue does figure eights inside your swollen hole, his blue eyes darkened possessively as they look up to watch your face contort in pure pleasure. the grip on your thighs is enough to bruise by tomorrow, but you could care less — the way matt's tongue felt inside of you is all you could focus on.

his hips rutted into the bed with each flick of his tongue, groaning when he hears the sounds of bliss that exit your mouth. "oh gosh, please don't stop!"

"don't plan on it, princess," matt smirks, coming up momentarily before diving right back in.

"shit, feels so- gosh- so fuckin' good!" you babble out, your hand going down to tug on his brown locs.

"fuck, keep tuggin' at my hair jus' like that," matt growls lowly, adding one of his digits to your sopping hole. you scream out, his pointer finger curling inside of you as he sucks and nips at your sensitive bud.

you tug on his harder, the semi pain going straight to painfully erect cock — as much as he wanted to fill you up, tonight was all about you. he speeds up the movements of his finger, lips still attached to your cunt at the same time. the pleasure was causing the familiar band in your stomach to grow closer and closer to snapping.

"matt, m'so close," you whined, back arched as you rut your hips into his face, "gonna c-cum..."

"please baby, give it t'me," matt begs you, voice hoarse as he speeds his movements, "wan' it all over me..."

"fuck, fuck, fuckkk..."

the knot in your stomach unravels, your juices spraying all over matt's face as your orgasm crashes over you — a low growl leaves his lips as he laps at your sensitive cunt, not leaving anything behind. a whine leaves your lips, and a sudden small thud sounds from beside matt.

the voice modulator he had been using to call you falls out of his pocket, as he obsessively pulls your thighs closer to him, staring up at you with a smirk.

"gonna give me another one, baby?"

you didn't question how matt got into your room so quickly — before you could even say anything about it, his mouth was back on your overstimulated pussy. did you even notice the voice modulator that had fallen out of his pocket?

but lust had clouded your judgement, and you let matt give you not one more, but three more orgasms after that one. and you didn't question how he got in your home, nor the voice modulator.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

HEYYYY its her guys so sorry it took so long😞😞i've been working alot so things have not been getting out as fast as i wanted them to💔💔 i hope you guys enjoyed this part !! part four ( the finale ) will come out soon, i can't WAITTTTT🥴🥴

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[cr4yolaas]

WHIPLASH — THAT'S THE INDUSTRY, BABY!

she knows what the journalism industry entails — false rules, odd etiquette, perfect structures and guidelines enforced by those at the top rung of the ladder. she also knows that if she's going to get what she wants, she needs to abide by all of it. even if it means throwing herself away.

001. armageddon / masterlist / 003. look back

The condensation collecting on her glass creates a little ring on the wooden table, an indication of how long she's spent waiting and her dissipating patience. Her shirt — the one Nobara picked out for her a year ago, in the midst of a Black Friday sale — pricks at her skin, the fabric much too irritating for everyday wear even despite its cutesy style, and even with the indecency and the scandals it would spark, she wants nothing more than to rip it off right there and then, forgoing the time it took for her to steam and iron it alongside her dress pants.

She glances at the clock. 9:28.

Almost thirty minutes late.

Just as she all-but-gracefully swings her leg around the ledge of her chair in preparation to leave, the door creaks open and the little bell above it jingles a cheery tune. A tinge of heat rushes to her face when she sees his attire — sweatpants that practically engulf him and a Sweat Oversized Pullover Hoodie from Uniqlo, of all places (she only remembers this from her last article, in which the basketball player she interviewed went on and on about his extensive, multi-colored collection of Uniqlo basics, which he wore to every meeting). Far more casual than her.

But that detail is immediately cast aside when she takes a glance at the jewelry donning his hand and the baseball cap he dons. It's familiar. Too familiar.

When it clicks, he smiles at her — no, he smirks. As if he'd won some internal battle that she wasn't informed of.

"You didn't realize? You talk a lot of shit for—"

"Please don't." Her head falls into the valley she's created between her hands, even more heat rising to the surface of her skin. He's holding it above her head, his words clearly mocking her but sliding into one ear and falling out of the other. He doesn't admit that he'd looked up her profile when she first reached out, her picture pristine and on display on the first page of section editors for SM News. She can't quite hear him over the loud pounding in her head. "That was one time. I don't do that frequently— or at all, really."

He makes a noise that falls between a laugh and a scoff. "Sure didn't seem like it."

If not for the circumstances, she would've reached over and gouged his eyes out.

She slides her hands down her face, a heavy breath escaping her lips. She can't quite afford to slip up this early, not with how important this exclusive is for her company. Something about a competition with the two other largest publishers in Tokyo, all of which are rushing to get their grimy hands on the city's most prized baseball team and their secrets. So, with the last bit of composure she can muster, she offers a deal — in exchange for the exclusive, she'll promise to give him a good rep in the industry and keep anything important away from her competing journalists, the ones who would fight tooth and nail for even a smidge of controversy to stir up anything in the (only recently) all-too-peaceful sports scene.

He looks at her as if to question her sanity, his eyes boring into hers.

They both know it's beyond unequal. That any normal, sane person would decline such a ridiculous offer. But, unfortunately for both of them, they have things to protect — and neither can risk exposure.

He grits his teeth before agreeing with a rushed, "Sure." Her coffee is far too watered down now, and as soon as the word slips from his mouth, his own drink arrives at the pick-up counter. She tries not to watch as he leaves to get it, but it's hard, especially when there's so much — too much — to lose here.

She wants to laugh. All because of one night, and a supposedly random man who offered an ear.

When he returns, the air clears ever so slightly, as if reaching a telepathic agreement to brush aside whatever history, however minimal, they shared prior to this moment, despite how significantly it could impact both of their careers. He slides her his phone all too trustingly, and on screen is everything she needs — schedules, details, dates. Immediately, she gets to work, the cover of her MacBook (company provided, thankfully) almost flying open and her notepad already resting to her right. He pretends not to notice the Asahi Dry design on her pen, the details akin to something randomly handed out at a festival or convention. On the other hand, he does notice how crazed and frantic she looks, and makes a point to comment on it.

"Just so you know, you look insane," he mutters while leaning back in his seat, a juxtaposition to her hunched posture as she jots something down.

She scoffs under her breath, her hand still writing rapidly while the other hovers over the mousepad. "How else do you think I got here?"

He's pushed into silence with that, leaving him to observe more than he should. He catches on quickly to how often she brushes stray hands hair away from her face, sometimes snappily, and other times carefully. The collar of her shirt isn't centered, the result of her feverish efforts. Her foot keeps tapping against the bottom ring of her tall chair. Too much to notice. He tries not to, but it proves difficult when all he can do is quietly watch.

It takes ten minutes before she straightens up, excitedly packing her bag before explaining that she'll message him regarding their next interview and the information she'll need, a perfect script she'd memorized within her first year of writing. On the contrary, he's sluggish, almost as if he doesn't want to leave the comfort of the seat. Megumi glances at their drinks — hers isn't even halfway finished, and the ring at the bottom of her glass is more of a puddle now, whereas his is a sip away from meeting the trash can. "I'll pay," he mutters while just barely noticing that she got his order down to a tee prior to even meeting him. He can't mention it before she retorts almost instantly, her tongue laced with sass and minimal patience.

"Did you think you weren't paying at the start?" She's smiling at him.

"Dunno."

"Yikes," she laughs, and it's not forced or professional or scripted or any of the sort. He feigns annoyance at the noise.

The door jingles with the same joyous melody from before when they exit together, his hand holding the door open for her albeit begrudgingly. Something that sounds like a goodbye slips from her lips, and before they split paths, she waves (customarily). He ignores it for a moment — it irks him, her behavior and how desperate she is for this exclusive. But beneath the ire bubbling up, there's a hint of guilt, pushing him to wave back.

By the time he turns around, she's already gone.

★ nobara is the source of like 40% of yn's wardrobe

★ sometimes she'll come home with three bags of clothes and ask yn to try them all on and keep the ones she likes

★ its the golf course tips from old men that funds this behavior

★ the asahi dry pen is a real thing bc i have one that i got from the oc japan fair LOL. it's actually pretty cute and writes well

★ yn almost cried tears of joy when they gave her a new macbook once she got promoted to section editor ... hers was falling apart and had the nasty screen protector marks from when she peeled it off

★ megs was in a bad mood the rest of the day. like a little ipad kid throwing a silent tantrum

★ also sorry not sorry i’m projecting my social ineptitude onto yuuji for the rest of this fic </3

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LINK ROT/ TRANSMISSION 003 / JULY 7, 2024

Link Rot is a multimedia webserial following those within a research station. Once dedicated to the study and containment of a newly discovered life form, complications arise following its unexpected merge with the station's AI. TRANSMISSION 003 - In which you are tested once more.

General warnings can be found in the 'About' section, a few specific warnings under the cut:

emetophobia, skip from "You're okay." to "You return" of the first page to avoid.

heavy parental emotional abuse in Test 01, if you are especially sensitive to that i do recommend popping over to the archive and skipping it!

now for additional rambling:

i went through a disgusting amount of serious things this month, but link rot was very helpful for stepping away from all of that. nothing says "time to relax!" like putting my beloved ocs through the shredder.

transmission 004 should (IN THEORY) take wayyy less time, i have the majority of it written + coded! if things get less insane, expect it in 3-4 weeks. if not, my bad lol.

okay bye! thanks for reading.

[angelsdreamm]

BOUND BY FATE: The Tyrant’s Reluctant Wife . _ . MASTERLIST!!

pairings: Gojo Satoru / Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, this is going to be a mouthful but.., childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers, TRUST THE PROCESS, Countess Reader, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Unreliable Narrator, Gojo Satoru Is WHIPPED.

notes: references from every single isekai/historical manwha i’ve read are included in this novel.. I couldn't help it TT

status: WORK IN PROGRESS

prologue:

How did it come to this? You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be her. Your life—your real life—had been nothing special. Twenty-eight years as a contract worker, with no family waiting for you and no friends to keep you grounded.

When your last job ended, you had finally decided that would be it. Your plans had been straightforward: step out onto the bustling streets of Seoul and fade away quietly. No one would miss you.

But fate had other ideas.

It started with a little girl tugging on your sleeve, her big, scared eyes silently asking for help crossing the street. You hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t thought twice. After all, what was one more minute when you had nothing to lose? But that single act of kindness had turned into chaos where you were lying on the ground, bleeding out. The girl’s tear-streaked face had been the last thing you saw before the world went dark.

You thought it was over then. It should’ve been over.

Yet instead of finding peace, you woke up thrown into the pages of a trashy romance novel you’d read years ago. A novel so poorly written it was laughable—except you weren’t laughing now.

The name Gojo Satoru had burned itself into your memory long before you arrived. He was the male lead, the man with impossible looks and power to match. He was arrogant, manipulative, and utterly indifferent to anyone who didn’t amuse him. And now, somehow, you were his bride. The woman who, according to the book, would suffer for the crime of being tied to him.

Her second chance felt like a prison over her life. Determined to escape her fate, you devise meticulous plans to finish the job by ending your life in your own terms. However, Gojo Satoru, your newlywed husband turns out to not just be a notorious tyrant but also obsessively… protective??

Not to mention the fact that the said ‘wicked’ tyrant was extremely clingy? So what exactly was she to do except find a way to be rid of her husband's curse before she met her fate?

:: CHRONOLOGY SERIES ::

001 — not my life, not my fate

002 — bargaining with the tyrant

003 — plans to escape, foiled by fate

005 — a dance with death

006 — the choice to stay (?)

[hstoryhuh-a]

𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐱. 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳.

though  from  a  prominent  family  with  a  well  to-do  background  in  business,  falling  in  line  had  never  appealed  to  henry.  taking  advice  from  his  father  before  his  death,  henry  stepped  out  of  the  family  shadow  and  started  his  own  journey  by  attending  college  in  the  states  -  eventually  settling  in  new  york  where  he  would  begin  to  work  at  his  passion:  writing.