#the fact it's potato-related: ):< stop making fun of me!!!!

[tracfone]

chell calls glados her sweet potato and glados isn't sure whether she loves it or hates it

[serxinns]

Yandere mha x Svarlet reader Extra 1: Hot springs

The reader is gender neutral use they/them pronouns

(the reason why they're going to the girl side of the hot springs is because they didn't wanted to be by mineta and you don't wanna be with a lot of people rn)

A/N: so I've been reading @demonlamb666 Class 1a reaction to mineta climbing the bath to see you and the girls naked bodies and I was like "Man I wish they could make a extended version of this" and I realized "If nobody's doing it Fine ill do it!" so here you go!

This Fic was inspired by the dabble by demonlamb666 if you wanna go on her og then go to here

The class cheered as Aizawa announced that there would be a hot spring to relax in You however didn't you just want to have a summer break and play with your game device all day and laze away luck isn't on your side today now is it

Cmon y/n join our side it'll be fine," Hakagure said while waving her arms around "I don't know guys I don't like the hot springs very much and I'm gonna see y'all naked..." you muttered the last part out in discomfort while clutching your towel but tsu put a comforting hand on your shoulder "we trust you y/n we know your not gonna do anything *kero*""Yea! You not like that disgusting perv like Mineta ur the total opposite!" ochako said the other girls chimed in encouraging you saying it was fun until you made up your mind "Fine fine! I'll join but only for a little the girls cheered and praise you for your braveness

They decided to let you go in 1st so they wouldn't see you and then they decided to go in as well "See isn't it nice y/n" Momo said while giving you a hug "Y/n San feels so warm~" momo thought in her head as the other girls glared jealousy her

the girls and you chatted along while at times splashing each other and giggling at each other's jokes mina brought each ball and decided to play ball-related games like a hot potato, keep the ball in the air, or even volley ball the girls had a little fight over who gets to be in your team but other then that it's been fun unaware that a purple cockroa- I mean teenager plotting a plan

"What I'm here for is beyond the wall," mineta said while holding his towel he then pressed his head up against the wall with a satisfying smile hearing you and the girls chatting and giggling the boys were now focusing on Mineta now confused about what he was gonna do "nowadays, for them not to stranger bathing times for men and women is an accident" mineta continued his speech while the boys were slowly starting to know he was doing "Dont tell me you're.." denki said with a glare while tenya standard up lecturing mineta not to do what he's about to do while Mineta eyes rolling back rolling as he eagerly listen to the other size of the wall (EW EW EWWWW 🤢)

"You're being too fussy" mineta said while reaching for his hair taking a ball out "cause walls.. ARE MEANT RO BE CLIMBED OVER PLUS ULTRA"

And chaos exploded over

"mineta stop what your doing it's wrong!" zuku pleaded while holding him by the ankles "YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHEN I REACH UP TO YOU UR DEAD" katsuki threaten while Shoto created a nice step to help Katsuki get higher Meanwhile Kiri and Denki was fantasizing about what would your body would look like while getting turned on about it while kiri was waiting for katsuki to jump Sero was aiming tape to trying to tie down the grape boy

"What's going on?!" y/n said while hearing the commotion at the other side of the wall "MINETAS TRYING TO CLIMB OVER THE WALL JIROU MOMO COVER Y/N" Shoto yelled while trying to keep Katsuki steady Momo and jirou quickly wrapped you up in their arms while also blushing at the fact that they're touching your warm s/c skin Making the most of it "LET ME GO IM GONNA TOUCH HIM NOT TO MESS WITH OUR LIGHT" black shadow yelled out while trying to come at mineta but tokoyami was holding him back trying to calm him down "DARK SHADOW NO!" As much tokoyami wanted him to do it but he didn't want him to be responsible for him he's focusing on you being safe and sound "LADIES PROTECT Y/N's HONOUR"

"OH IT ON" Mina yelled determined to beat Minets down for your honor, Ochako and Mina nodded to themselves, and while Mina Jumped in the air she slapped ochakos hand to make her float to the top of the wall to drop kick Mineta You stared at the chaos that was in front of you the yelling the screaming honestly it was pretty hilarious to you and you wanted to join in beating Mineta's ass cause why not you wrested out the grip of momo and Jirou and use your telekenies to make yourself float, tsuyu to tried to grab you by using her tongue but you dodge you went and grabbed mina's hand floating her up with you when Mineta made it to the top you both dropped kick him so hard he lost his balance and fell right on top of iida

(Poor boy having a image of that 😅)

Safe to say you were praised for your dangerous but badass stunt the girls were all over how amazing that love was and Mina even suggested you be her training partner even iida praised you but still lectured how unsafe that stunt was for the boys (including Bakugo) was shouting how compliments of how badass or manly it was even Aizawa heard about it and praise you for it and also gave mineta 48-hour detection and gave you extra credit all the teachers heard and gave u praises as well and hawks gave you a high five for it they're never living this memory down

Also, the class planned to pay Mineta a visit when they got back to the UA dorms

[cloned-sheep97]

Cdn albums' vibe (sumarized)

Soy una arveja: I hate furries! Not because i think they're zoophiles... In fact, im a zooph-

Emilio García: I love torturing children!!!! *Pees on the christmas potato puree and everyone thinks is butter*

Canciones del corazón: ugh... I need a kinky femboy that doesn't have a gag reflex </3

Otra navidad en las trincheras: Straight sex, gay sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex. WE ARE THE SEX NATION

Barranca Abajo: Noooo my crush rejected me,... Its time for me to become emo *17 year old José Barrancas invoques the devil itself but then regrets becoming emo after Ñu fucking dies*

El tren bala: Rated +7 (E, everyone) for suicide, sex, drugs, political lider fucks up and gets drunk, CDN makes a pun between silk and "putting it in" (Tela va a poner ≠ Te la va a poner) grooming, hypnotization, adultery, constipation, mental distress, political corruption and people from puerto rico

Revista ¡¡Ésta!!: LOCAL MAN DISCOVERS THAT EATING DOES NOT INVOLVE FEET!!! *turns out to have the catchiest hook on all music history*

Cortamambo: Rated +18, we have a song internalized xenophobia and racism, wanting a sugar mommy, your boss is fucking the secretary and you know it, body horror relating Siamese twins, a song similar to the book Lolita except...so much worse... Santiago tavella goes on his way to cheat on multiple women, boobs in cover, stupid song about stupid horny seals. YET, we get the +18 mark because we made a song making fun on devoting more your religion than your own menta health. Yay

RARO: I- *sniff* I don't know what to do now!!! *Cries* Help me... *6 am Alarm goes off and instantly whipes out tears* Okay, gotta stop crying, its time to go to work...

Bipolar: I wish i could remove my two ribs so i could give myself a BJ, I'd deserve it for being that awesome sauce

Porfiado: *grabs the soap dispenser that was sitting next to the napkins and begins to start spraying the soap on top of the napkins* hehehehehehhe

Habla tu espejo: im such a little potato <///3. Why does everybody think im a problem? :( i mean.., i am but... I wish i wasnt</3

AZ: okay it turns out this album is not as bad as i remembered.... Although lamina once....*BARF*

Jueves: Oh your grandmother died? How cute... Try to cry about it and you're getting kicked from our sigma male club

Lamina once: Nobody understands me... Why is the world so messed up? </3 People today only look at their phones and argue with pronoun people on twitter...</3 *Paints nails, puts on blue hair dye, uses they/them prns and uses their phone like water (8 times a day)

[dilatorywriting]

To add onto you not liking Idia I would like to add Vil. The whole potato thing? What if someone's already insecure, huh? (Not speaking for myself here no worries) You trying to get them an Ed, I get I guess why someone could like him but he just seems so controlling and demeaning in a way.

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And then to add onto the Leona and Zazu. I think those would be great ideas, especially him sneaking off to nap, MC having to go find him and then running into Zazu (or his brother?).

Some other characters for that could be, of the top of my head.

-Zazu

-his brother (forgot his canon name, does he even have one??)

They all go to the mall and get separated or he just wants to spent some time with his brother and his girlfriend. Yes that's his girlfriend, right?

-Pumbaa and Timon

They could recreate a bit of the original Lion King, with Simba meeting those two but instead it's MC telling them about their worries for finding their way home and in this world.

-Cheka (and Nala)

MC stumbles upon them a bit like their first meeting, Cheka ran from his bodyguards and finds MC and is like: 'I can trust this person they are with Leona.' Maybe he has a bit of a misunderstanding and things Leona and MC are a couple like little kids do.like father like son, Idk? Or Leona has to babysit and dumps Cheka with MC and pays them to babysit in his place.

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Not sure but these ideas came to mind, also I love the staff fic of this, shame part 4 didn't get as popular as the others it really deserves a lot more recognition, your writing is fantastic keep it up, and I get the whole school thing, take your time.

Lots of love.

- court-jester-stuff ♡

The thing for me with Vil at least, is he gives me those vibes of "kind, but not nice." Like I think if someone genuinely burst into tears and was super upset about his nicknames/behavior (in a, 'this is something that is really sensitive to me' sort of way, not the 'stop calling me names!' sort of way, because then he'd just roll his eyes), he'd feel genuinely shitty about it. He is King of insecurities, so as fussy as he can be, I think he would at least amend his behavior if it was causing genuine issues. Again, though. I can also see why people really do not like him. I'm just horribly biased because he's the character in Twst whose arc I find the most relatable (the wonderful slew of self-worth issues and never feeling good enough no matter how hard you work in comparison to people who are just 'naturally' best. I felt personally attacked reading all of it lol). But, yeah. Again. I can DEFINITELY see why he'd rub people the wrong way. Underneath it all I think he's awesome, but he is still a Spicy Asshole on top of all of that lol

But anways! (I have too many thoughts on all these characters and they like to bubble up and out at any moment they can >.< ack)

And oooo all good ideas. I assume for Falena, it's his wife because they have their son Cheka. So I'm also assuming they're at least a teeny bit older (granted, Leona is also older because of how many times dude's gotten held back).

I really really want to do something with Cheka, because he is ADORABLE. And I love the trope of the sunshiney child who just absolutely latches on to the most miserable piece of shit they can find, and is like 'ah yes this is my favorite person ever. He threw me in the garbage once and it was the best day of my life.' So I'll definitely have to find a way to incorporate all of them intogether. I also think Leona's brother would be a lot of fun to try and write, so he's definitely got to make an appearance!

But yeah--for Part 4, I guess it wasn't the issue of popularity so much as it made me take a step back and try and consider WHY I was writing all these again. They're supposed to be for fun! So the fact that I was getting so hung up on the numbers was bleh and also a personal pet peeve of mine that I had really, really, wanted to avoid. But now that I've kinda given myself that boot to the butt, I am excited to hopefully go back to it at some point! There's just so much to write and so little time lol

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

4 for the wip asks :)

Thank you so much!! :D

Sincerely, Me is a very rough WIP name for this WIP fic. It takes place in the universe of the musical Dear Evan Hansen, and it came about because I had the biggest desire in the world to write something Kleinsen-related (Evan Hansen x Jared Kleinman). It actually technically takes place in the movie universe, and I don't even particularly like the movie (I have thoughts). I don't hate it or anything, but it could've been done so much better. Anyway, I made it part of the movie universe so some good content could come from there. So, I guess I'd have to call it Kalsen (Evan Hansen x Jared Kalwani) because they changed his last name for the movie.

It's mainly centered around their daughter, Paige, and her best friend, Tyrone. Paige is Cis and Panromantic, and Tyrone is Trans Masc and Straight. They were definitely a fun duo to write, even though I didn't write that much for this fic. I was actually planning on it being a big, multi-chapter fic, but I might just try to make it a Oneshot so I can just finish it and post it. I'm not sure I can make it a big, multi-chapter fic with this concept, anyway.

Here's a little excerpt for you:

She didn’t answer, opting instead to glance at the trees. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention Jared being Indian first.”

She was well aware of his distaste for her calling her dads by their first names. In her opinion, it was entertaining watching his mouth become agape whenever she did this, so sometimes she’d do it on purpose. It never mattered to her--it was sometimes necessary, to distinguish them, and the two of them weren’t fretful of this habit. However, Tyrone always suggested she call Evan “Dad�� and Jared “Pitā” instead, which is the Hindi word for Father. 

She never listened to this advice.

Tyrone began chasing a pebble with his shoe, “Well, he mentions being Jewish a lot more than he does being Indian.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as a sudden, harsh breeze cut through them, “I guess you’re not wrong.”

He didn’t stop harassing the pebble even when they approached her house. It was pretty average, as far as regular houses in suburbia went, being all beige and harsh corners, as well as a roof sharp enough to poke Santa on his journey every Christmas (she stole that joke from Jared).

Annnnd here's another excerpt that comes a little later!

“Paige?” She heard an all-too familiar voice float from the kitchen. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Dad.” She began striding towards the source as Tyrone shot her a look. “It’s not as if I call them by their first names all the time.”

Jared was perched over the stove, nursing a bottle of water as he continued frying something on a pan. He enjoyed nursing a bottle of alcohol instead on some late nights, but he was trying to consume less for Bri’s sake. “Sorry about your sister. I thought she was going to be napping around now, but I guess it was my mistake assuming she would do anything I expect.”

Paige let out a snicker, “It’s fine, you know Ty loves her anyway.”

She leaned closer, trying to sneak a peek at his latest concoction, “I thought you wouldn’t be home. What is that?”

“I took the day off. It’s Rosh Hashanah, remember? This is chicken breast with leeks and potatoes. Your dad should be coming home soon from the park.” 

Paige felt her hand connecting hard with her face, “Oh God. Oh no. I can’t believe I forgot!”

A strength she always prided herself on was her ability to remember dates more so than everyone else in her family. The fact this one slipped by her was frustrating, to say the least--not to mention Rosh Hashanah was always her favorite Jewish holiday to celebrate. Perhaps Grace was making her more distracted than she first thought.

She turned towards Tyrone, “I’m sorry, I still can’t believe I forgot about this. I was hoping we’d be able to hang out tonight.”

“Well, I can’t see why he can’t stay for dinner.”

Her mouth agape, she turned on her heel to face Jared again, “Who are you and what have you done with my father?”

When he gave her a questioning look, she continued, “You’ve never let anyone stay over for Rosh Hashanah. It’s family time.”

Tyrone gasped, bouncing on the toes of his feet, “Does this mean… you consider me family?”

Paige grit her teeth and elbowed her friend, a fruitless attempt to calm him. One of the things that annoyed Jared the most was people who weren’t part of the family trying to insert themselves into their tight-knight dynamic. Sure, it seemed for a while Tyrone was the exception, but it was still thin ice to tread. A reason why was because someone else, someone older, tried doing the same some time back, and ended up uprooting all of their lives once it was revealed they were a no-good scam-artist. And, for irony’s sake, that person ended up being Grace’s current foster father.

Just for some context, Bri is Paige's little sister (So Evan and Jared have two daughters) and Grace is Paige and Tyrone's bully (mostly Paige's). And I was planning on having it be revealed to Paige the first time all of the events of the musical (Connor's death, The Connor Project, Evan's speech, etc.), which was never mentioned to her before because Evan and Jared were too embarrassed by it all. They kind of wanted to sweep it under the rug, which evidently wasn't the best way to handle the situation.

[ash-alder]

I think this might be the eating-related thing that fucked me up most, of all the fucked-up eating stuff I've internalized.

As I've worked on recovery, I've begun to notice that I just... I DON'T eat the same thing all the time, even the fast food/high sugar food/whatever food I craved. If I just let myself eat, I am DONE with stuff, eventually. And often sooner than I think.

I went camping last weekend, and something I was excited about was being able to make as many toasted marshmallows as I wanted, for the first time, without anyone being mad at me or making fun of me.

And I did!

And you know what? I wanted like... 4 one day, and 6 the next. Or something like that. And that was REALLY and HONESTLY what I wanted, not what I pretended to want so people wouldn't be mean.

It's like that with most food! Without me forcing it! I just... am ready to be done with a thing, after a while. Even when I go though phases where I want just one thing over and over, that /stops/, often sooner than I think it will. And I have cravings for more traditionally considered "healthy" food too! Right alongside the other foods.

Right now, I want apples and salad. Without pushing myself. It's just... what I want. And that's just as ok as the fact that I REALLY wanted mashed potatoes the other day. (Which I haven't made for myself yet. I should do that tomorrow.)

Anyway. I am still working hard on this, but my body is not out to get me and it really doesn't do too badly when I just kind of let it do its thing with food.

we really can’t overstate how damaging it has been to indoctrinate the public with the idea that if they let themselves eat as much as they want, they’ll eat too much. human bodies, when permitted over the long term to eat as much as they want, actually get really, really good at calibrating their hunger and satiety, and will over time eat exactly the right amount for themselves. the common conception of a balanced eater as a minimal or restrained eater is absolutely wrong. balanced eaters eat quite a lot (compared to diet cultural ideas about right intake amounts), and they do so consistently and permanently. healthy, balanced eating isn’t some tightrope walk, it’s a gigantic net of total permission to eat.

[wh0recannon]

Yes Thoughts, all of them are Super “Indebted” Todoroki

You know that man is mentally scarred so if you were free him from his chains of trauma and insufferableness by being yourself and loving him, he will not hesitate to regard you a deity and do anything for you.

Literally Anything.

Guess what, he finished his patrol early, has cleaned everything around the house, and makes sure you come home with a meal already on the stove

He bought like 24 cookbooks when y’all moved in together so he could show you his gratitude and also because he sucks at cooking anything not soba related

“Hey, Sho. I had a pretty bad day today so—.” Already left for the bathroom cabinet. He has returned with a bottle of acetaminophen in his right hand and a cup of water in his left, and you can hear the bath water running.

“Please tell me about it, Y/N. I’m here to listen to you and help in any way I can. I’ve also started the bath for you, if you would like one.”

If you happen to come home before him, cook your own food, and go to bed alone, he’ll return and make your lunch for the next few days to “apologize for leaving you by yourself”

Also whatever you left for him when he came home is gone. All of it. A sticky note is now on the fridge thanking you like you healed him from the brink of death or something.

You like to collect those sticky notes like children collect stones. “Hey, wanna see the sticky notes my husband leaves me?”

If he has a day off that you don’t also have he doesn’t. No exceptions. He’d rather work himself into the ground than relax at home without his angel.

…actually he won’t anymore because you told him that was incredibly unhealthy and that your presence should not be a requisite to his happiness so now he just stays home and cooks.

But sometimes, Shoto will go to the arcade and do things he never experienced as a child. He’ll also draw pictures of things he saw on his walk so he can show them to you when you get home and, on occasion, Midoriya. He’s actually a very good artist.

You both have a day off? No. It’s your day off. Best believe he’s doing everything to spoil and pamper you. Not like you ask or anything. In fact you asked if he wanted to switch places. Multiple times.

“Darling, I’m already on Cloud 9 having the chance to care for you like this. This is my day off.” Okay, weirdo.

When he finally lets you be the caring spouse for once, he can not stop staring at you with pure unadulterated love. When you sit him in between your legs to comb his hair for him (sooo fucking soft btw), he is literally in heaven.

You can cook him a boiled and salted potato and he will eat it like he has lived in the Sahara Desert for years. You can cook him a Beef Wellington like Gordon Ramsay and he’ll swallow it like a feral cat living in under an alley way dumpster. The fact that you made it makes it godly.

Fun challenge time! Go to the mall with him and convince him not to buy you anything. Do your best!! You will fail.

“You deserve all the happiness I can provide you, and I don’t mind if it’s materialistic.”

Nice! I don’t need 4 more shirts repping my comfort show and a Studio Ghibli bracelet.

You’re depressed? Feeling worthless? That’s cute. He will hold you and list his favorite things about you, except he’s just listing the things he noticed about you and calling them “precious” and “adorable”.

You’re literally amazing to him and he’s NOT letting you forget it.

((These next few hcs are NSFW btw, so piss off minors it’s for your safety.))

In bed he is completely submissive to you and you only. His biggest priority is always your pleasure.

Yes, body worship is on the table. He regards you as a deity, remember? Every part of you is incredible and he wants you to believe him when he says it.

He loves being degraded, it’s honestly adorable. The idea that he’s nothing compared to you and yet is who you choose to be intimate with is already getting him hard, and for you to enforce it? He’s melting!

He can be dominant, too, if you ask. His favorite thing is marking you because you always end up showing it off later whether he put it in easy to cover places or not.

He does try to put it in easy to cover places. He may act like an animal then but he truly doesn’t want to embarrass you (even though he loves it when people notice, no matter how embarrassed he acts).

When he bottoms out in you he’s telling you he loves you, when he’s about to release he’s telling you he loves you, when he feels like you truly own him he’s telling you he loves you. He doesn’t say a lot most of the time, but he’s going to be as honest as he wants here.

[luckydragon10]

P&P Chapter 43

(Chapters 41 and 42)

Chapter 43 looks chonky, so I'm gonna do just one this time.

Score check:

Lizzy is down to +10.

Mr. Darcy continues to hold at -15.

BTW, I've decided to start considering this my sentimeter, or measurement of sentiment.

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Chapter 43

“And of this place,” thought she, “I might have been mistress!"

Definitely sounding young and her age here. Silly child. Best to make sure you like the husband that comes attached with the house.

Mr. Gardiner, whose manners were very easy and pleasant, encouraged her communicativeness by his questions and remarks; 

The uncle exists! And can speak!

Mrs. Reynolds: “Yes, sir; but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is good enough for him.”

I like Mrs. Reynolds. Potential new side blorbo.

Elizabeth almost stared at her. “Can this be Mr. Darcy?” thought she.

Child. Judge others by how they treat people who are working, not by how they treat their peers and friends.

This feels like less a tour of the house than it is a tour of Mr. Darcy's real personality and motivations.

Something something something house as metaphor for real self.

What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant?

Theeeeere we go. Good girl.

Every idea that had been brought forward by the housekeeper was favourable to his character, and as she stood before the canvas on which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety of expression.

Mmm, in some ways this isn't very fun to me? She seems to be softening and coming to like (love?) Mr. Darcy not by interactions with him but vicariously through other people's regard, and through her vanity at the idea that such an esteemed person was romantically interested in her. Eeehhh.

...her uncle and aunt stopped also, and while the former was conjecturing as to the date of the building, the owner of it himself suddenly came forward from the road, which led behind it to the stables.

Yep, knew this would happen, just wasn't sure when it would happen.

Amazed at the alteration of his manner since they last parted, every sentence that he uttered was increasing her embarrassment; and every idea of the impropriety of her being found there recurring to her mind, the few minutes in which they continued were some of the most uncomfortable in her life.

The fact that none of this is written in dialogue is very frustrating. It seems like such an important meeting, and I can't tell what's being said.

(Mr. Darcy) At length every idea seemed to fail him; and, after standing a few moments without saying a word, he suddenly recollected himself, and took leave.

You wonderfully awkward potato. I'm going to give you 5 points for character consistency and for being damn funny. Maybe you'll get out of negative digits someday.

Oh wait. I still don't like the way you fucked Jane over. You're cute, but I will remember that.

Whilst wandering on in this slow manner, they were again surprised, and Elizabeth’s astonishment was quite equal to what it had been at first, by the sight of Mr. Darcy approaching them, and at no great distance. 

He's like a whack-a-mole game. He just keeps popping up.

It was consoling that he should know she had some relations for whom there was no need to blush. She listened most attentively to all that passed between them, and gloried in every expression, every sentence of her uncle, which marked his intelligence, his taste, or his good manners.

I'm still in disagreement with Lizzy about family matters.

More of Lizzy being willfully blind about Mr. Darcy's regard... same old, same old.

It originated in Mrs. Gardiner, who, fatigued by the exercise of the morning, found Elizabeth’s arm inadequate to her support, and consequently preferred her husband’s. 

Mrs. Gardener needed no such thing. She knows what's up better than Lizzy does.

Mr. Darcy: “There is also one other person in the party,” he continued after a pause, “who more particularly wishes to be known to you. Will you allow me, or do I ask too much, to introduce my sister to your acquaintance during your stay at Lambton?”

This man needs help. Cart him off. He's insane.

“But perhaps he may be a little whimsical in his civilities,” replied her uncle.

Whimsical? That's an understatement. He's a damn fucking unicorn is what he is. Very skittish, doesn't warm up easily.

In confirmation of this, she related the particulars of all the pecuniary transactions in which they had been connected, without actually naming her authority, but stating it to be such as might be relied on.

Lizzy. Your secret-keeping powers are SHIT.

(Chapters 44 and 45)

[sweetthepotato]

No one's gonna tag or ask me here, so I'm just gonna call myself out with this one.

Random WIP Ask Game

💯 [100] How many words does your WIP currently have? How many words do you hope it'll have when it's done?

Don't know about the word count, but so far it's more than 350 pages/40 chapters on my Samsung Notes app.

⌛️ [Hourglass] How long have you been working on this WIP?

Uh... pretty much been working on it every single day since early August-ish?

📚 [Books] Is this WIP part of a series or standalone?

I'd like to think of it as a slow-burn series.

🎀 [Bow] How many named characters are in this WIP? How many do get a POV?

I have not counted, but most characters have their own POV, it's just sometimes mixed in together with other characters'.

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

So far, probably the Tengen parts. He has a very fun point of view, and I didn't expect him and OC to have such a sibling-like bond.

🎶 [Notes] Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

Nope, except for a looooong search history with Chat GPT on things like 'Synonyms for XYZ', 'How to describe body language for X emotion', 'Can honeysuckle be used as a blood thinner?'

📖 [Open Book] What form do you want this WIP to take when it's done? Posted, printed, published, etc?

Already on Tumblr and AO3, which I'm uploading on a piecemeal basis.

🐀 [Rat] Name three reasons why this WIP is great at being insert genre here. (You can send a genre, or let the recipient pick one.)

I don't think my fanfic really has a genre beside fanfic that's trying not to be a crappy fanfic, lmao. But, uh... three reasons:

World-building

Multiple perspectives

I've worked super hard on it :)

🐁[Mouse] Name three reasons why this WIP is horrible at being insert genre here. (You can send a genre, or let the recipient pick one.)

It might not be to everyone's taste because:

There are chapters featuring only the OCs

Ships are pretty standard and are close to the canon

Some people might disagree with my personal interpretation of the canon characters

🔎 [Magnifier] Is there a phrase/word you know you use too often? Will you change it in editing?

As of lately, I've been using the phrases 'appears as though', 'seems like' and 'as if' quite a lot, and if that annoys the readers too, I'm sorry.

🍖 [Meat] How many fictional people were harmed in the making of this WIP?

In what I've written so far? Four. Wait, including the main character...? Hmmm... five.

Does emotional harm count? If it does, practically everyone.

🌈 [Rainbow] If at the beginning of your WIP the characters knew about the end, would they kill you to stop you from writing it?

I'm so glad they don't actually exist, because I love putting them in painful situations and-

-yeah.

‍🎨 [Palette] If your WIP was a color, which color would it be?

Teal.

🍩 [Donut] What's the weirdest thing someone eats in your WIP? What's the best thing?

Not exactly weird, but there should be a sweet potato count.

🔒 [Lock] Would you let your family, friends, or other people you know in real life read your WIP?

Not NSFW in the 'plot what plot' sense, so I'm fine? I've talked to some friends about writing my crappy Demon Slayer fanfic, and some might be reading parts of it? Honestly, I just pitch it to the right audience. I promise pain, and I will bringeth the pain.

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

A Demon Slayer wish-fulfillment fic that explores OC's background with the help of our lovely, wonderful, and not intimidating at all hashira crew.

❌ [Cross] What would your WIP get cancelled on Twitter for?

Sticking to some aspects of the canon storyline? Application of AI for some aspects (see above)? Blood, gore and the fact that the 'hot' characters don't exactly have much opportunity to be hot?The more I think about it, my WIP could be plenty cancellable.

Random WIP Ask Game

💯 [100] How many words does your WIP currently have? How many words do you hope it'll have when it's done?

⌛️ [Hourglass] How long have you been working on this WIP?

📚 [Books] Is this WIP part of a series or standalone?

🎀 [Bow] How many named characters are in this WIP? How many do get a POV?

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

🎶 [Notes] Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

📖 [Open Book] What form do you want this WIP to take when it's done? Posted, printed, published, etc?

🐀 [Rat] Name three reasons why this WIP is great at being insert genre here. (You can send a genre, or let the recipient pick one.)

🐁[Mouse] Name three reasons why this WIP is horrible at being insert genre here. (You can send a genre, or let the recipient pick one.)

🔎 [Magnifier] Is there a phrase/word you know you use too often? Will you change it in editing?

🍖 [Meat] How many fictional people were harmed in the making of this WIP?

🌈 [Rainbow] If at the beginning of your WIP the characters knew about the end, would they kill you to stop you from writing it?

‍🎨 [Palette] If your WIP was a color, which color would it be?

🍩 [Donut] What's the weirdest thing someone eats in your WIP? What's the best thing?

🔒 [Lock] Would you let your family, friends, or other people you know in real life read your WIP?

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

❌ [Cross] What would your WIP get cancelled on Twitter for?

[twstrhythm]

“Wishes are complicated. The things you want don’t always come easy.”

Technical Information:

Name: Nasir al-Reza Nicknames: Traitorous Fiend (Emil); Backstabbing Monster (Rayan); If I ever see you again, you're dead to me (Jiawen) Voice Actor: Kodai Sakai (John, Shadows House)

Biological Information:

Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Age: 16 Birthday: September 2 Star Sign: Virgo Height: 175 cm Hair color: Black Eye color: Light Brown Homeland: Scalding Sands Family: Father; Mother; 10 younger siblings

Professional Status:

School: Royal Sword Academy Dorm: RSA equivalent to Scarabia School Year: First Class: 1-A Student Number: 22 Occupation: Student Club: Magic Club Best Subject: Magic Potions

Fun facts:

Dominant hand: Right Favorite Food: Dates Least Favorite Food: Potatoes Dislikes: People hating him Hobbies: Going for walks Talents: Once he sets his mind to something, he won't stop until it is done.

Appearance:

Nasir is a tall boy with long black hair. He keeps it tied back with a white ribbon and wears a star and moon hairpin to hold his bangs out of his face. He has light brown eyes. He wears the standard school uniform for Royal Sword Academy students.

Personality:

Nasir is an uptight and headstrong person. While he is more of a follower than leader, he has been known to step up against what he sees as wrong. He may prefer to follow commands over giving them, but he is willing to take charge when he deems necessary. He rarely feels bad when he does something bad because he often feels like he is justified.

Background:

Nasir is from a wealthy noble family with dishonest ties. The wealth they have had was earned in dishonest ways, but he does not think it is terrible. To him, it is sometimes necessary to gain wealth through terrible means because not every person can earn money the same way. He tries to defend his family if they are accused of doing something wrong.

To him, his family is all that he has. Nasir would do anything to guarantee they get to keep living even if he has to get his hands dirty. He is willing to take dirty jobs to uphold his family’s standing in society in secret. He disliked the idea of another family being better than his own, so he tried to take matters in his own hands.

After asking around, he learned about magic schools and the fact that the heir to one of the other noble families in the Scalding Sands attended one. With the help of his parents, he enrolled into the school and slowly worked on his plan to get close to the heir in order to wipe him out. However, Nasir did not take into account the fact that there would be other people there watching his every move.

Skills and Abilities

Magical talent: Nasir is skilled in magic, namely fire magic.

He is a skilled liar.

Charisma: He is a charismatic person, and he has been able to charm people into being his friend or letting their guard down around him. As a result, he has been able to utilize this skill to help his parents take down possible enemies.

He is good at acting and uses this skill to get different people to talk to him about things they normally wouldn’t tell someone.

Unique Magic:

Nasir’s Unique Magic is called Your Wish Is My Command. It lets him grant three wishes for another person. This can only be done once per person, and they cannot wish for more wishes or make a wish that negatively affects someone else.

Chant: "Wish for a change? Come now, tell me what you want. Your Wish Is My Command."

Trivia:

Nasir was expelled from Night Raven College.

He had originally been enrolled because he was supposed to poison the heir to the Asim family because the Asim family is a rival to his own.

While he had been able to poison Kalim, he was unsuccessful with completing the plan because he was thwarted by Emil Mays.

He dislikes potatoes because he does not like their taste.

His unique magic is based on the tale of genies but he holds no relation to Genie from Aladdin.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

oh

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ��em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to “killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

[purple-vixen]

Batfamily interactions involving vines - Headcanon

A/N: I've been wanting to write this for a while. This is my first headcanon by the way, I hope you enjoy! - Vix

• Whenever Dick screws up, Tim and Steph ALWAYS shout "What the fuck, Richard?"

• Jason also gets on board just for the sheer pleasure of pissing Dick off.

• When no one was around, Jason sat on the Wayne Manor piano and started hitting the keys trying to recreate that "Is there anything better than p****? Yes, a really good book." vine

• As soon as he played the last chord, one of the shelves started moving and Bruce's collection of Ming dynasty vases crashed into the floor

• And that's how Jason found out about the Batcave's old entrance.

• Tim set his voicemail greeting to a record of him saying "Oh hi, thanks for checking in, I'm still a piece of garbage".

• Damian once tried to convince the other batboys into becoming vegetarian when they stopped by the Bat Burger drive-through after patrol. As soon as he realized they weren't buying it, in a fit of rage Damian yelled "Fuck your chicken strips!"

• Barbara often quotes the country boy vine when she's with Dick, but instead of saying "country boy" she says it like "Circus boy, I love yoooooou".

• During meetings in the cave, whenever Bruce asks them to look at some graph from the intel he gathered, the Batkids always snicker then start singing Photograph by Nickelback in unison and Bruce regrets his life choices for 4 minutes and 18 seconds straight.

• Bruce threw a Bat-glare at Steph because he was interrogating a Two-Face thug that was playing dumb and Steph was in the background dancing while singing "Why the fuck you lying? Why you always lying? Stop fucking lying"

• There was this time Jason showed up in the med-bay with two soprano flutes stuck on his nose

• Jason was about to explain to Alfred that Barbara had bet 5 dollars if he played the John Cena theme with two flutes in his nostrils just like the kid from the video

• Before Jason could even speak, Alfred cut him off and said "Save your breath, at this point I'd be far more terrified if I knew what happened.".

• Steph and Cass thought tying a potato to the ceiling fan in Cassandra's bedroom because of that vine would be a good idea

• It was all fun and games until the fan started spinning too fast and the potato flew out and made a hole in the window glass

• Less than 5 minutes after that, a ladder was put near the window and, Alfred, who was trimming the Wayne Manor garden, appeared, covered in leaves and with a head bump

• Alfred retrieved the potato and calmly commented "The fact that this is the most ordinary thing I have seen today really amazes me."

• As soon as he left, a mortifying silence established while Frank Ocean played in the background. That was until Cass mumbled "A potato flew around my head before you came."

• Tim has two Instagram accounts, one for his civilian identity and the other for Red Robin

• One night Bruce made him wait in the Batmobile while he discussed something with Selina

• Tim got bored, sat on the Batmobile driver's seat and started a live stream through his Red Robin account

• During the live, he reenacted the "I'm in my mom's car" vine, but in that part where the mom spoke, Tim would make an impression of Batman saying "Get off my car."

• Batman showed up out of the blue and said "What are you doing in my seat?"

• Tim instantly turned the live off and jumped back to the passenger's seat faster than Flash

• Using Instagram during patrol was banned by Bruce after that night.

• One morning Barbara was having breakfast with Jim and while reading the newspaper headline about Penguin running for mayor, Barbara grumbled "Gosh, sometimes I wish I was Jared, 19"

• James Gordon, a dad confused over social media, especially memes, asks in response: "Who the fuck is that Jared 19 and why the hell so many people want to be like him?"

• After seeing that vine of a cat installing a cable, Damian tried to train Alfred (the cat) into doing the same thing

• Long story short, the family's Xbox was sent to tech support and Damian had to pay for the repair with his allowance.

• One time Dick and Jason were working together on a case about missing children

• "There's only one thing worse than a kidnapper." Dick said as he wrote on a board the word "child" over "kidnapper"

• "A child!" Jason exclaimed with assurance.

• "No!"

• "Especially if that child is Damian."

• "Jason, no!"

• The biggest April fools prank the Batkids ever did was related to a vine.

• There's a vine where a guy brings helium balloons inside a car and the car starts floating.

• So they decided to tie hundreds of balloons into the Batmobile.

• The floating Batmobile was being broadcast all over the news in Gotham.

• Once again Bruce regrets his life choices

• "Have kids, Master Bruce." Bruce grumbled, remembering what Alfred used to tell him. "Kids are good to keep you company, Master Bruce." He grumbled while throwing away a trash bag full of popped balloons. "Should have gotten a ferret. Ferrets don't tie helium balloons to your car, and neither leave the toilet lid open."

[theharrowing]

Revisit Thoughts

thisssss chapter heheheheheh. 😈😈😈

wait wait wait. this is apropos of NOTHING (except for like, reading about mc waking up in Yoongi's bed) but i think chapter 1 said it was a four poster bed, and i have never made any reference to that ever again alsjaslkfjaskfjsa hahahahahahaha. ahhhhh i might edit that but idk. does it matter?????? do we care?????????????????

let's jump into this chapter!!!

"But he's a mean little baby," you whine, sounding like a baby, yourself.

hahahaha.

Truth be told, you have no idea where it is. It could be in your bedroom, and it could be in the nightstand right beside you, for all you know. Everyone you have wanted to speak to for months have been under this roof. 

establishing a vague timeline, i see haha. how many months??? 2? 6??? also i definitely added this scene because it dawned on me that she hasn't used her phone in 84 fucking years and people may be starting to question it.

Yoongi nibbles on his lip. "A cautionary step at the time." "Because you kidnapped me." Yoongi sighs; clearly this is still a sore spot—as it should be.

man, i was on a roll with this opening scene hahaha.

we got a mention of bedroom doors, again!!! plural!!!! look at me go haha.

When the chef lifts the covering from the breakfast, you find three plates of eggs benedict with asparagus and small servings of potatoes. The smell brings back the memory of Seokjin and Hoseok finding you yesterday morning to make a terrible proposal, and you wonder why. 

Seokjin brings up having a craving for the chef's special Hollandaise sauce as an excuse in his POV scene for why he is in the mansion (but he was there to speak to mc at the beginning of the last chapter.) these tidbits were added as a nod to the readers of that chapter hehe.

Namjoon warning mc about cleavage at a gun range comes from my own experience. I wore a low-cut shirt the one time i went and got hot shells hitting my chest hahaha. luckily none burnt me but it was still very distracting and frustrating.

mc nickname list: darling, sweetheart, dove, buttercup, lamb, wolf, cub. (does kaori count? lol.) we're inching toward being able to fill a bingo card.

hehehe, oh man. i only teased the idea of Jungkook joining in on the fun, and it more or less erupted with people wanting it to happen. there were some exceptions with people claiming i was "making her the house whore" which.................man.

tbh i don't even participate in poly relationships for my own reasons (but i have before!) but i really don't get the aversion to exploring different kinds of relationships in fic, mirroring how people explore them irl. a handful of people were also upset when Namjoon was brought into the fold. mc doesn't have to fall in love with everyone lmao just let her have fun.

annnnyyyyyyywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy........................the thing i brought up in chapter 11 revisit notes comes back a little here! basically, in a future chapter (18) mc will be faced with the chance to top/dom and she will be nervous about it, saying she has never done it before. (again, i ignore her past of doing sex-related work because we can assume that she was not doing it for enjoyment and it did not count, in her specific sex work case [i am not suggesting this to be true for all sex work!!!])

in 11 she gets excited by Namjoon becoming pliant in her hands and i wondered if that would contradict her shyness in the future (for some readers) but i think that her thinking about it again here does show an interest in doing it that can almost foreshadow 18 (it was not intentional but if you want to pretend it is, we can!!!) nobody has gotten hung up on this detail so idk why i am even thinking about it, aside from the fact that i just like to think about things lol. it is also perfectly reasonable to want to try something new and being shy at the time, so i can literally stop spiraling over it hahahaha.

it is cute that i began adding the new (current) graphics around this chapter, and began making the mood boards. writers block during winter break of this year hit me so fucking hard, i barely got anything done. it took a while to recover and then i got writers block again in the summer.

adding Cruel by Jackson Wang to this chapterrr!!!

thanks for reading!!! 💜💜💜

Collateral 🗡️ 13: Merely offering to share what is mine

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 10.9k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+  🗡️ chapter warnings: gun range, description of handling and firing a gun, referring to someone's penis as "pathetic" and "little", use of the word "whore", the terror twins are really something, drinking and driving, complicated feelings, mention of noona kink, jk has nipple piercings, masturbation with a vibrator. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin! 🗡️ posted on feb. 2023 | read on ao3

If you slept a wink at all, you have no idea. By the time you concede to the light of the morning sun pouring into the bedroom, you feel exhausted and anxious, unsure of how to face the day ahead of you. 

As you open your eyes, squinting from the intrusion of the light that shines through the wide-open blinds, you notice Yoongi's side of the bed is empty. There is no sound coming from the en suite, and when you turn, Namjoon's side is also barren. 

You almost miss the light shining from the closet until you hear what sounds like it may be a muttered curse word in a deep drawl that could only come from Yoongi. Although you awaken with nervous energy, having Yoongi nearby settles you some, and you stretch your arms wide, knocking your knuckles against the wall as you let a nice, heavy yawn work its way through you.

"Darling?" Yoongi calls from the closet. "Are you awake?"

He appears wearing only black slacks, with a black garment hanging in his grasp, and you nearly ask him to pump the brakes on finishing getting dressed to join you under the comforter. You happen to only be wearing one of Namjoon's gigantic shirts, with nothing underneath. 

But Yoongi says, "We have to leave for the range in about an hour," dashing all your hopes.

The sigh you let out is audible, and Yoongi cocks his head playfully to the side, giving you a look that a parent might give their child for being overly dramatic. But you firmly believe that being in the same room with the terror twins and live firearms is cause for dramatics, and you lift your eyebrows, challenging him. 

Petulance aside, you want to bury your face against Yoongi’s skin, and you open your arms wide, wiggling your fingertips to beckon him close. Yoongi pulls his shirt on—a plain black tee that hugs his taut muscular frame tightly, making him look absolutely delicious—then he makes his way toward the bed as he delicately shoves the ends of the shirt into the waistline of his unbuttoned slacks. 

"The range will be fun," Yoongi says, making you scoff and roll your eyes. 

"Yeah, I bet it will be a blast."

You sit up fully and scoot toward the edge, staying partially under the warm comforter as you snake your feet out the end and stretch to wrap your shins around Yoongi's thighs. He chuckles and allows himself to be tugged forward and gently drapes his arms over your shoulders. 

You whine, "I just don't see why they have to join us."

"Because they are the ideal pair to join us,” Yoongi responds calmly. “Taehyung has an absolutely perfect shot and is a great teacher. His handling of the weapon is second to none, myself included. And Jeongguk is still learning, but he is getting there. He tends to be a little shaky at first but quickly finds his target. Depending on how well you do today, learning from someone like Jeongguk could be beneficial to both of you. And, perhaps my ulterior motive is that I would like for you to get to know both of them a little better."

With a hum, you bury your face into Yoongi's neck, inhaling his sweet, familiar, autumn morning scent, and you groan. 

"Jeongguk has never once said a nice thing to me and you want him to teach me how to fire a gun."

When Yoongi says nothing, you sit up straight and look him in the eye, saying, "A gun, Yoongi."

This makes him chuckle, and he pulls you close, which you concede to, dropping your face back to his soft skin. 

"I know. I still remember when I told you that the two of you would likely never be friends. But the more I watch you acclimate to the environment here, the more I wonder if you two would be able to figure it all out. You have similar...upbringings...if you can call it that—" this makes you scoff, "—and the two of you have experienced many of the same things."

"But he's a mean little baby," you whine, sounding like a baby, yourself.

"He is," Yoongi says as he plants a kiss against your temple. "But he is my mean little baby. And so are you. And I want the two of you to get along."

"This got weird," you grumble, pulling away and attempting to sit back. There is a smile on your face, but the thought of Yoongi referring to both Jeongguk and yourself as his little babies, even as a joke, gives you the ick.

“I need real friends,” you complain playfully. “And a life outside this mansion. You and your family men are driving me insane”

“Ah, I was going to talk to you about this,” Yoongi says. “I got you a new cell phone, and I want you to use it to update social media profiles so that you appear alive to the outside world.”

“I have a phone already,” you grumble. 

Yoongi hums. “And where is it, darling?”

Truth be told, you have no idea where it is. It could be in your bedroom, and it could be in the nightstand right beside you, for all you know. Everyone you have wanted to speak to for months have been under this roof. 

“Hmm?” Yoongi urges, and you shrug. “Plus, this one is on my plan, it is paid for in full, and it is new. I have also taken the liberty of stocking it full of photographs from various vacations and I have dated the folders. Upload them periodically according to the dates provided, and throw in a selca from time to time.”

This feels like work, and you have grown quite accustomed to not having to bother with anything of the sort, making you pout as you ask, “But why?”

With a sigh, Yoongi slides his arms down, around your ribs, and rubs his palms over the expanse of your back. 

“Because, darling, you will soon be a public figure. People are starting to notice you on my arm, and if this engagement is to be believed, then we need to appear together.”

Ah, yes. The engagement. If your stomach were not already a swirling pit of anxiety, it would become one at the reminder of that little arrangement. 

"All of this coming from the man who removed the social media apps from my last phone," you grumble

Yoongi nibbles on his lip. "A cautionary step at the time."

"Because you kidnapped me."

Yoongi sighs; clearly this is still a sore spot—as it should be. Still, you do not wish to chide him for too long, now that you are making yourself comfortable in his home at your own pace, you want him to believe that you are settling in, so you swerve the topic ever so slightly. 

“Are you telling me mafia bosses and their families have Instagram accounts?”

“Yes,” Yoongi responds with a chuckle, quickly lightening up. “You should see Namjoon’s feed. It is full of books and art. It’s very cute.”

“Alright, fine,” you concede with a playful smile. “I will keep up appearances if only to be Namjoon’s friend online, because that does sound very cute.”

As if being summoned, like the handsome demon he is, the bedroom doors open, and you twist to find Namjoon entering with a small wooden tray containing carafes of water and orange juice, and six empty glasses. Yoongi removes himself from your embrace and helps Namjoon with the tray, pulling legs from its underside so it can stand on the bed. Behind Namjoon, the chef enters with a larger tray, which is covered, and they unfold legs from that and set it on the bed, as well.

"I was planning to bring you breakfast in bed," Namjoon says with a dimpled smile, "but I see you are already awake."

"Awe," you croon as you shift around beneath the comforter, feeling affection burst and bloom in your ribcage, "the thought still counts. And I still have not technically left the bed."

Namjoon smiles shyly as he climbs onto the bed to situate the large tray in the center and the beverages beside it. You scoot carefully, doing your best not to uncover your legs as you move closer to the trays. When the chef lifts the covering from the breakfast, you find three plates of eggs benedict with asparagus and small servings of potatoes. The smell brings back the memory of Seokjin and Hoseok finding you yesterday morning to make a terrible proposal, and you wonder why. 

"I have been craving this since Seokjin mentioned it yesterday morning," Namjoon says, passing out utensils wrapped in cloth napkins, sending a chill over you. You want to ask whether Seokjin had come into the house to eat before he spoke to you, and what he and Namjoon happened to talk about before that, but you are still on the fence about discussing that matter with Yoongi.

Instead, you shove the end of your napkin into the neck of your borrowed shirt and fan it over your chest before digging in. The sauce is a perfect balance of a classic Hollandaise with something added to it to make it slightly more tart, and everything is cooked to perfection. 

The three of you eat in silence, save for hums of approval for the food. When Namjoon slides a glass of orange juice before you, you briefly consider how the addition of champagne would certainly help to calm your nerves. But then you remember that you are going to be handling a firearm, and decide that it is probably for the best that you do not drink alcohol.

"Are you joining us today, Namjoon?" you ask as you untuck the napkin and gently place it over your mostly empty plate. 

"I will not be," Namjoon responds with a hint of a frown, and you frown in response. "I have some business to take care of. But perhaps I will join you next time."

"She will be just fine with the three of us," Yoongi insists, looking at you despite responding to Namjoon. 

Namjoon's eyes flit from Yoongi to you as he says, "I have no doubt that she will be."

You wish you believed in their conviction. 

You are unsure if you still have pants or leggings in your possession, being that you have only worn dresses, bathing suits, and borrowed clothing from the men since moving into the mansion. It takes a little digging on the side of your closet that holds all of your casual clothing, but, sure enough, you find a pair of black skinny jeans and a similar pair in grey. You could have sworn you owned a lot more than this prior to moving, but decide to leave the matter be; you can always have Namjoon buy you more. 

At first, you hesitate to dress the same as the men, in all black, but as you hold the two garments up and rub your thumbs over the material, you find that the black pants are stretchier and a bit softer, so you opt for those. You drape the grey pair over the island before sliding your legs into the black, then push around hangers of shirts before landing on a black turtleneck that Namjoon suggested you wear. He warned you about the hot bullet shells flying from the gun and possibly hitting your skin, and recommended that you do not wear anything with even a hint of cleavage. You have taken his warning to heart. 

Once dressed, you pull your hair back tightly, grab a pair of black boots, and head out into the mezzanine to find Yoongi scrolling on his phone. When he glances up and his lips tug into a soft smile, you feel butterflies take flight in your tummy. It is infuriating how quickly he melts your heart, especially knowing what kind of world he runs. 

With the prospect of learning to shoot looming over your head, you worry about becoming more introduced to his lifestyle and seeing the darker side of things. Sure, you have lived in unsavory environments in the past, but can you handle it again? Will his soft smile, deep voice, and promises of love be enough? 

"Looking like one of the team, darling," Yoongi says as he turns to you, sending a chill along your spine.

You hum in response and return a nervous, plastered smile. Of course, Yoongi picks up on your hesitancy and smiles fondly, holding open his arms to you. You step into his space and allow yourself to be swallowed by a hug, wrapping one arm around his ribs while you hold your boots in your other hand. Downstairs, the front door opens.

"They must be here," Yoongi mutters against your head. "Are you ready, darling?"

With a quiet sigh, you nod your head and hug Yoongi a little tighter before letting him go. Taehyung waltzes into view at the bottom of the stairs, standing impeccably straight with his chin up and his hands slid into the front pockets of his slacks, dressed in all black. 

"Ready when you are, hyung," he says, then he turns on the balls of his socked feet and walks back toward the main hall. 

"Shall we?" Yoongi asks, dropping his arms from around you and taking one of your hands. 

Before you can respond, he escorts you down the stairs. With each step, your heart pounds a little harder—dizzying and persistent—and you do your best to steady your breathing. As long as Jeongguk can act somewhat civilized toward you, everything should be fine. But that feels like a tall order. In fact, you wonder if Jeongguk will be extra antagonizing with the additional thrill of you having a gun in your hand.

By the time you reach the main floor, Taehyung is halfway out the front door. Yoongi leads you through the main hall, past the empty couch, and to the entrance. You slide on the pair of black boots and leave them loosely tied, then wait for Yoongi to finish tying his black boots before stepping outside. Taehyung has a black sedan running, and Jeongguk is in the front passenger seat with his elbow crooked out the window. 

You round the vehicle and sit behind Taehyung while Yoongi takes the seat behind Jeongguk, and off you go. It surprises you that there is no range at the mansion and you wonder if someone had mentioned one being there, or if it was something you had just imagined; it seems like the sort of thing they would want to have full access to and reign over. 

Taehyung drives toward the city, staying on the outskirts near the warehouses that Namjoon had taken you to not too long ago. The memory of that place—of the men, of the weapons, of the stench of blood and piss, of the echoing crack of bone under metal—makes your stomach churn and you pull your gaze from outside to your hands fidgeting in your lap. 

“Ready to learn how to run with the big dogs, buttercup?”

You almost do not register his voice, having sat in comfortable silence for so long, but when it clicks, you glance up to find Jeongguk has his head turned, half facing you, though his gaze remains fixed ahead. Taehyung meets your eye in the rearview mirror, and you return to watching out your window.

“Can’t wait,” you grumble, hating the idea of building a rapport of any kind with these men. 

“You’re sure you can handle it?” Jeongguk continues, egging you on. 

With a sigh, you roll your eyes and focus them on Jeongguk, who has partially turned around and is now watching you with an incredulous glare. 

“Is this necessary?” you snap, tired of his childishness. “Can we just not bicker for once?”

With a shrug, Jeongguk turns ahead. “Just asking a question.”

Obviously, Jeongguk was not just asking a question. The tone paired with the condescending nickname was clearly intentional. But you do not feel like challenging him. You just need to get through the next hour or two. 

Luckily, it is not long until Taehyung is pulling up to a large, unassuming brick building. He parks on the curb and exits the vehicle. As you get out, you join Taehyung on the sidewalk and wait for Yoongi and Jeongguk to round the sedan and join you. Although you have been doing your best to ignore Jeongguk, you meet his eye briefly and watch him check you out. The movement of his eyes falling down the expanse of your body and rising back up has warmth filling your cheeks, and you tear your eyes away, turning to the glass door of the building, which Taehyung has opened and is entering. 

Yoongi catches up quickly to hold the door open after Taehyung and Jeongguk walk through, and you attempt to slow your steps just enough to not be too close to Jeongguk, which is hard when the two men before you come to an abrupt stop in front of a counter. An older man reading a newspaper stands once he notices he has customers, then he must realize who Taehyung and Jeongguk are because sits again. 

With a nod of his chin, the man says, "Second floor is all yours, fellas," and goes back to what he was doing. 

Taehyung bows his head and walks halfway through the space before hanging a right and exiting through a doorway. The store is full of various firearms, firearm accessories, and ammunition, and you glance around as you make your way through, feeling scratchy, worn carpet beneath your boots and picking up a bit of a musty smell. Not at all pleasant.

The doorway opens into a cement stairwell. Taehyung and Jeongguk take the lead heading up the stairs, and you follow behind. The sounds of footfalls against each step clomp loudly, and as you reach the top of the landing, your heart begins to pound heavily behind your ribs. 

You are surprised by the large, open lounge area that you walk into. The walls have yellow wallpaper that is not too bright to be gaudy but not too dull to be unnoticeable. The carpeting is a dark green, and throughout the lounge are lighter, teal-green leather chairs that give the room a strange but inviting feel. To the left are televisions, which are currently off, and to the right is a large, mahogany bar top, which sits in front of a wall stacked with booze. 

Taehyung and Jeongguk walk toward the bar and round the corner, and you hesitate to join them until Yoongi places a hand on the small of your back and holds his other hand out toward the bar as an invitation. The thought of drinking before shooting a gun does not fare well with you, and you shake your head. 

"I would rather not."

Jeongguk walks to the far side of the bar, producing two small glasses, and Taehyung leans in close, towering over him as he reaches for a bottle on the highest shelf. Jeongguk cowers under Taehyung's presence—seems to shrink himself and go stiff while muttering something unintelligible—which shocks you; suddenly, you are fascinated to know more about their dynamic.

As soon as Taehyung has the unmarked bottle of caramel-colored liquid in hand and backs away to set it on the bar, Jeongguk seems to relax, letting out a breath and straightening his posture. You do not watch the rest of the scene, turning as Yoongi gently presses you in the direction of a door at the far end of the lounge, which you walk toward. The sounds of glasses clinking together and muffled voices muttering softly flit into your ears but you do your best to ignore them and focus only ahead. 

The door opens into what you would expect from a shooting range. The dimly lit, mostly black space has a narrow area for shooters to occupy, with a long wooden counter that extends through the entire width of the place, divided by panes of glass, creating small booths for each person to stand at. On each booth is a pair of plastic safety goggles and a set of noise-muffling headphones.

Yoongi approaches the second booth and sets a small black duffle bag onto the counter. Then he grabs a target—a large grey sheet of paper with a somewhat life-size silhouette of a person's head and torso, making this experience feel all the more morbid—and he reaches up to clip the target onto a hanger above the booth. Then he uses a button to cause the target to move along a track, into a long, wide open space that makes up most of the range, for you to shoot. You join Yoongi in the booth and put the glasses on over your eyes, then slide the headphones over your ears.

"You have handled a gun before, I assume?" Yoongi asks as he unzips his bag and pulls out a black handgun. 

"I have," you respond, voice coming out shakier than you hoped. 

Yoongi grabs out a magazine full of bullets and shoves it into the handle of the gun, clicking it into place, then he opens his palms flat, presenting you with the weapon, and you hesitate before reaching with both hands to lift it. The weight of smaller weapons always surprises you at first, and you grip onto the handle tightly and point it away from both Yoongi and yourself as you instinctively turn your body forward, toward the target. 

"Shall I go over safety rules?" He asks softly, and you nod your head and clear your throat, eyes unfocused on a spot of darkness before you. 

"Always keep the weapon pointed away from yourself and other people. A downward angle is nice—" Yoongi steps behind you and gently engulfs your hands in both of his, pointing the weapon slightly downward, "—but in here, having it pointed into the range, toward the floor is wiser." Yoongi lifts your arms, aiming the weapon past the booth, into the shooting space. 

"You also want to keep the safety on at all times, until you plan to shoot. Do you know what that is, darling?"

"The button on the side," you mutter, blinking heavily to make the dark scene before you come into clearer detail. Yoongi clicks the safety off, filling you with adrenaline. 

"That is correct. And when you are ready to shoot, you put one hand onto the top of the gun and slide it back—" Yoongi guides one of your hands to the slide and pulls it, clicking it into place, "—and then you draw in a deep breath as you line up the sight—" Yoongi lifts your arms, pointing the gun toward the target, which you continue to steady until you have it aimed at the head, "—and as you slowly let your breath out, pull the trigger."

You take a breath and line up the sight with your left eye closed. The warmth of Yoongi's hands holding yours helps to calm some of your trepidation, and when his familiar scent enters your nose, you allow it to ease you into a slow exhale, followed by the press of your finger on the trigger. 

The kickback surprises you, despite having fired a gun before, and you barely let your arms rest as you look at the target and find the hole just above the silhouette's head, to the right.

"Not bad at all, darling," Yoongi praises, releasing your hands and rubbing his palms up and down your arms and wrists. 

You line up the shot once more and inhale deep, then pull the trigger on your exhale. This time, the hole is closer to the center of the target, just above its head.

"Excellent," Yoongi says, "once more."

Again, and again, and again, you line up the shot, inhale, and shoot—each time, coming closer to your desired target. Yoongi's hands remain lightly on your arms, but as you focus on the task, the touch fades to nothing more than a calming reminder of safety. When you pull the trigger to the sound of a hollow click, your breath hitches.

Slowly, you lower the gun, still pointing it toward the floor of the range, and Yoongi's hands return to yours. Your final two bullets managed to land dead in the center of the target's forehead, one slightly to the left of the other.

"Now, you are going to press this," Yoongi pushes your thumb down, grazing it over a small, rough square near the handle of the gun, "to release the clip."

The sound of the range door opening and deep male voices filling the space catch you off guard, and you are not ready for the magazine to fall out, despite pressing the release button. Yoongi quickly catches it with one hand while you watch it slide from the handle with a gasp, and he sets it aside on the counter, then pulls a new one from his duffle bag, placing it into your palm.

Although you do not turn to look at the men who crowd your space, you see Taehyung's tan arm come into view as he brings the target back to the booth and pulls it down from its clip. You are unsure why, but you find yourself holding your breath as he assesses your work, only letting it out quickly when he leaves your space for one of the booths beside you, muttering, "Not bad, buttercup."

When you turn to Yoongi, still gripping the gun in one hand, pointing out into the empty range, and the magazine in the other, he is studying your target with a smile. He turns, takes a few steps to a small table against the back wall, and places it down carefully. Then, he returns with a new target and hangs it above your head. 

"Guide the magazine into the handle with your palm and give it a firm press to click it into place," Yoongi says as he sends your target out, to about the same distance that the first one was. 

You do as Yoongi instructs, checking to make sure the bullets are facing the correct direction and sliding the clip into the handle. With a bit of force, you press the heel of your hand against it until it clicks. Yoongi takes your hand which holds the gun and angles it to check, then he rubs his hand up and down your arm and hums. 

"You did great the first time. Let's see some more headshots."

This time, Yoongi does not hold onto your arms as you shoot, and you take a little longer lifting the gun to line it up. You also feel a wave of trepidation settle over you knowing that the others are able to see you perform. They have both sent targets out into the range, but neither has begun to fire, and you worry that their eyes are on you. 

The first press of the trigger startles you, and you find yourself rocking back on your heels from the kickback. The weight is familiar, but without Yoongi's warm, firm body keeping you in place, you feel knocked off your axis. Without worrying about where that bullet landed, you line up your next shot and fire again, this time more prepared. And again, and again, until you begin to notice that the holes you are making are very close to where you want them to be.

One of the men to your right finally shoots, and the sound makes you jump. They do not, however, pause between shots, and soon the chorus of gunshot bursts settles over you and becomes comfortable. You empty your clip, release it from the handle, grab a fresh one from Yoongi, click it into place, and continue to fire at the same target. 

With each press of the trigger, a flit of silver shoots to the left, hits the glass divider and falls to your feet at the same time a new hole appears in the paper target. It feels insignificant yet powerful—an explosion of energy cradled tightly in your hands. You want to bottle up this feeling, and yet, you also hope to never have to use this training out in the streets.

After the third and fourth magazines are spent, your arms are tired, and you switch on the safety lock and set the gun on the counter. Your hands feel a little stiff, and you stretch your fingers out and ball them into fists until they begin to feel a little looser. Yoongi brings in your target, the other men set their guns down, and everyone crowds your space once more. 

On the target, most of the bullet holes are concentrated in the same area of the forehead, with the exception of a few along the top edge of its head, and one that is pretty close to the top, off to the right. Jeongguk, of course, points out only the stray hole. 

"What is this?" he asks, shoving a finger into it.

"That is a bullet hole," you respond flatly, not in the mood to argue.

"But why is it so—"

You cut Jeongguk off, twisting on the balls of your feet to face him while pulling your headphones down from your ears to rest around your neck as you say, "Don't you have your own technique to improve upon?"

Jeongguk scoffs with a squint and keeps his gaze on you for a few more seconds before returning to his booth. The gun he has is much larger, and when he shoots, the bullets rain out much faster. It is also disorientingly loud, and you quickly move your headphones back over your ears. 

"Why don't we watch the two of them shoot?" Yoongi suggests, and although you would rather eat hot bullet casings than watch Jeongguk do anything, you nod and mutter, "Sure."

Yoongi walks first to Jeongguk's booth to the right of Taehyung, and watches as he finishes emptying a clip on a target. He has managed to draw a nearly perfect straight line from the center of the target's head down to the bottom, where its naval might be. A few bullets near the top are a little to the right, but for the most part, they are pretty consistently centered.

"Jeongguk is always a little too hasty with the first shot or three, but he recovers quickly and stays very calm."

"Hasty might not be the right word," Taehyung drawls from your left, and you turn to find him meeting your gaze with a brow raised before looking at Jeongguk. "I think eager is more like it."

As Jeongguk brings his target back in and sets up another, you and Yoongi move to stand behind Taehyung. Although Taehyung also has a somewhat larger gun with a larger clip, he only holds it in one hand, arm extended, with his body angled slightly to the side. First, he shoots a hole on the left of the target's face, then one on the right, creating two eyes. And then, he starts a little below the left eye hole and shoots a smile across its face that curves down and up, just below the right eye hole. The sight gives you chills, and you find yourself instinctively taking a step back, away from him. 

"Taehyung is perfect as ever," Yoongi praises, placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder for a soft pat before guiding you with a hand on the small of your back to your booth. 

You wonder how Taehyung learned to be such a good shot, but you also consider that the answer might scare you. Only an unhinged person would make such a display. Still, his aim is impressive.

Jeongguk empties another magazine into the target, then reels it in and pulls it from the hanger. You watch a soft smile tug on his lips as he studies his work, and for just a moment, he actually appears sweet—daresay a bit pretty. But then he turns to you, holds the target so that you can see it through the clear dividers, and snarls. 

"This is how you empty a clip. You want to get every bullet into the head. Not above it."

Yoongi sighs and mutters a frustrated, "Jeongguk," but you speak up before he can say anything more.

"Why are you berating me on my first day at the range? How am I supposed to find that helpful?"

Jeongguk shrugs and steps out of his booth to set his target onto the table along the back wall, behind your booth. 

He is too close for comfort as he says, "All I'm saying is, if you had been asked to use a gun to kill Seungri, you probably never would have succeeded."

With a huff of exasperation, you pull your headphones down from your ears and take a step into his space, tilting your head as you quietly ask, "What the fuck did you just say?"

"I'm just saying—"

You snarl and shape your fingers into a makeshift gun, poking roughly into Jeongguk's chest. 

"If I had been tasked to shoot him with a gun, I still would have easily gotten him because I was close enough to have his pathetic little cock buried inside me." 

Jeongguk's eyes widen before they become two sharp little daggers, and he takes a step forward, pressing your fingers harder into his chest and standing nearly close enough to bump his toes against yours. To your left, Taehyung continues to shoot.

"Do you have a problem with me?" you snap. "Because I don't know if you realize this, but I didn't ask to fucking be here, okay. So maybe cut me some slack and stop being such an asshole."

All Jeongguk does in response is chuckle, then takes a step back and returns to his booth with a new target. You drop your head back and stare at the black ceiling, willing yourself to evaporate into thin air and blow away. Of course, you have no such luck, and continue to bask in the frustration of having to remain in your corporeal form.

"You two bicker like children," Taehyung complains, tearing your gaze from the ceiling, back to him while he lifts his gun to release a spent magazine and set it aside. As he clicks a new one into place, he turns to you, lifting an eyebrow. "You two should fuck already and get it over with."

Anger and bile rise, and you feel yourself begin to shake. Jeongguk averts his eyes, first ripping his gaze from you to glare at the back of Taehyung's head, then he spins on the balls of his feet and faces ahead, staring out into the empty shooting range. All is so silent, you could hear a pin drop.

"What the fuck did you just say?" you ask through grit teeth, absolutely seething as your glare at Taehyung becomes increasingly pointed. 

Yoongi's hand grazes you, rubbing from your shoulder blades down to the small of your back, and you tense beneath the touch. You expect him to say something to Taehyung—anything to defend your honor.

What you are not expecting Yoongi to say is, "Perhaps he is right."

Taehyung snickers, then turns back to his target, lifts his hand, and begins to shoot. The sound of bullets bursting from the gun is so loud—so unwelcoming and abrupt and disorienting. You turn sharply to Yoongi, neglecting to put your headphones back on despite how terrible the sound is, and you shove at his chest with both hands before you can stop yourself. 

Although Yoongi is visibly surprised by your action, widening his mouth and eyes, he hardly moves, so when you take a step forward to push him again, you step on his toes, and he grabs onto your wrists, stopping your outburst in its motion. 

"Darling," Yoongi mutters, just in time for Taehyung's magazine to empty.

"What the fuck, Yoongi?

Yoongi has the audacity to fucking chuckle, sending every nerve on edge as you attempt to shove him again despite both hands being restrained in his hold. 

"All I'm saying is, it might help. He does have a noona kink; the two of you might have some fun."

"Is this all I am to you?" you challenge, yanking your hands from his hold and balling your fists at your sides. You are not willing to dignify the specifics of his statement with a response. "Am I just a whore to pass around to your men? Is that it?"

With a roll of his eyes, Yoongi shakes his head. 

"You know it is not like that, darling."

"Don't fucking darling me."

Yoongi's mouth opens, but all he can manage is a smile. You are absolutely indignant, and he is merely amused.

"Fuck this," you mutter as you shove past Yoongi.

He makes a feeble attempt to grab your hand, and you swat him away, then you rip the headphones away from your neck and the glasses from your face, and throw them to the table along the back wall in a clatter. As soon as you throw the door to the lounge open, the brightness of the room hits you unpleasantly, paired with a musky scent of furniture and carpeting, and you ignore the onslaught of sensory overload and storm over to the bar. 

The door to the range opens and closes, and you hear footprints softly approach from behind you. Expecting Yoongi, you ball your fists again and think of everything you want to say to him—every way you can think to tell him to fuck off. But Taehyung is the one who passes you by and rounds the bar.

"What'll it be, buttercup?"

You stop in your tracks, surprised to find it is he who has joined you. But you want a drink after putting up with all of these assholes, so you will yourself forward the last couple of feet, then you place your palms down on the bar. 

"I don't care," you respond, feeling anger and sadness begin to overwhelm and build in your chest and throat. "Something strong."

Taehyung regards you, glancing from your face down to your hands, then he hums and spins. 

"What?" you snap.

He turns his head to the side as if to say something to you, then returns to his task of finding a bottle, twinkling his fingers in front of rows of glass before reaching up to a scotch on the top shelf with a green and gold label. 

"This is a good one," Taehyung responds, spinning to place the bottle down. 

You stand and wait, staring at the bottle and watching as the details fade and lose focus. The sounds of empty glasses being set down pulls your gaze, and you lift your head and watch Taehyung's hands pour the two of you a drink.

"You are quite touchy," Taehyung finally says, softly. "Is it so insulting to insinuate you and Jeongguk would have chemistry if you stopped clawing at one another's throats?"

"I'm not just a plaything to pass around," you respond with a wobbly voice, feeling a strange but persistent urge to cry. 

"I never insinuated as such."

"You—"

"You're already fucking both Yoongi and Namjoon," Taehyung says nonchalantly. "What's one more?"

With a deep sigh, you meet Taehyung's eyes. He is stern and earnest, showing not a single hint of sarcasm or playfulness. 

"We're—" you struggle, unable to define what the three of you are actually doing; it has never had a label. 

"Hmm?" Taehyung asks, resting his elbows against the bar, studying you. 

"We're not just fucking. There's...something more."

For every second that passes under Taehyung's sharp, dark gaze, you find yourself becoming increasingly antsy. You glance down at the glasses of scotch and back up, hoping that he will break whatever thought he is having to finally pass you one of the drinks. But he stares silently a bit longer before a small smile creeps over his lips. 

"So? Are you only capable of fucking people for whom you have feelings?"

"What?" you ask, thrown off by his question, "Well, no, but—"

"I suppose it is a common thing for some, and I do not mean any offense. I just wonder if it is possible to fuck for love and for lust, and not worry one way or another about having varying degrees of care and intention for each person you invite into your bed. Surely your feelings for Namjoon are different from those you have for Yoongi, for example?"

You straighten out and clear your throat, letting your eyes fall to the bar top—away from Taehyung's prying gaze. 

Your voice comes out small as you ask, "Why are we talking about this?"

The door to the range opens, and you turn your head enough to notice two bodies clad in black exit and begin their approach. Taehyung busies himself with grabbing two more empty glasses. 

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" he has the audacity to ask, and you turn to watch as he pours scotch into one glass, and then the other. "I was merely offering to share what is mine."

"What—" you begin to ask, but a hand on the small of your back makes you gasp, and you turn to find Yoongi smiling softly as he wraps his arm around you. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Yoongi mutters with a kiss to your temple. "The maknae and I had a little chat."

You hum in response noncommittally, watching as Jeongguk rounds the bar and Taehyung lifts his arms to mutter something into Jeongguk's ear, gently caressing one of his shoulders as he speaks. Jeongguk appears tense but lets his eyelids fall closed as he listens, and you wonder once more if they are an item. Is that what Taehyung meant about offering what is his? You almost feel silly for assuming the two of them were just close friends.

The possessiveness in the language he uses to describe Jeongguk is not all that shocking, based on what little you know about them, but it makes the offer itself a bit surprising. And you wonder if every one of the family men are involved with one another. You wonder if Jimin, too, has been tangled with one or more of these men at some point. It might explain their bond, although what happens if there is jealousy? What kind of a rift could something like that cause?

"Earth to buttercup," Taehyung calls, pulling you from your thoughts. 

You blink heavily, realize you had been staring at Taehyung's hand on Jeongguk's shoulder, and clear your throat. 

"Sorry."

Taehyung slides a glass toward you, and the three men pick theirs up. 

"To unexpected happenchance," Taehyung says, and you glance up to find his gaze once more piercing through you. 

You lift your glass and tap it against Yoongi's and Taehyung's, then hover it in the air while those two pull away, giving you and Jeongguk room to meet in the middle. There is something soft but indiscernible in Jeongguk's gaze, and you hold it just enough to tap your drink against his, then turn to look away as you bring the cool, glass rim to your lips and allow the malty, semi-sweet scotch to warm you. 

There is a palpable tension in the air that you wish you could squash as you slowly drink back the contents of your glass. You half expect one of the three men present to say something that will further put you on edge, and you stare ahead at the shelves of liquor for something you may want to distract yourself with. However, Yoongi picks up conversation about something unrelated, entirely. 

"Seokjin tells me Kang is planning on switching sides. Jeongguk, has he mentioned this to you?"

"Our Busan contact?" Jeongguk asks with raised eyebrows. "He did not."

Yoongi hums. "Hyunjin overheard talks of Ryujin buying him out. He is planning to fuck with the next shipment of pills, so I want to make sure the cargo is rerouted, and that we take him out."

"And Hyunjin?" Taehyung asks with a curious lilt. 

"Hyunjin will need to come home. He was one of a handful of men who were informed of this deal, which puts a target on his back. Seokjin is working with him to get his wife and daughter set up in either Australia or America, for the time being."

"And we will no longer have an inside man," Jeongguk grumbles.

Yoongi hums. "Unfortunately."

"Hyunjin?" you ask. 

You think that, perhaps once in the past, his name has come up, but you cannot place who he is or whether you have met him.

"Hyunjin is one of our men who went to live with Ryujin several years ago," Yoongi explains. "He feeds us tips and insider information when he can, although lately, a lot has been happening between our families that he has not been made aware of in time."

"He works on Shin's drug running team, so most of his information is drug-related, anyway," Jeongguk interjects. "And apparently he has been let in on the fact that our connect in Busan, who receives shipments from nearby countries, has been bought by Shin to intercept some of our product. And now, because of this, we are going to have to pull him from their team and get him and his family out of Korea."

This is the most Jeongguk has said to you before, and without any childishness or insult, making you feel somewhat dazed as you nod, staring down into the remnants of your scotch before drinking it back. Despite being accustomed to the flavor, it is strong, and each sip hits you with a tiny, dizzying wave. 

"Makes sense," you mutter into the empty glass.

Fingers pry the glass from your grip, and you are surprised to find it is Jeongguk who sets it onto the counter and begins to pour you another drink. Yoongi slowly draws circles into the small of your back with his fingertips, and you allow intoxication to gradually build and overcome you. 

"I will call a meeting and we can discuss next steps," Yoongi continues. "We have plenty of time to intercept the boat. Perhaps we pursue striking a deal with the Songs in the south once more."

"I have been in conversation with Mingi, and he is receptive to the idea," Jeongguk says as he slides your glass back with several fingers of deep brown scotch. "Ever since our run in with Shin at Serendipity, I have been slowly working on pulling out of Busan, anyway."

"Thank you," you mutter softly for the refilled drink as you raise the glass between both hands.

"And Kang?" Taehyung asks as he lifts his glass to Jeongguk, who obliges and pours him more. 

"Would you like to take care of him, Taehyungah?" Yoongi asks.

You glance up just as Taehyung lifts an eyebrow and grins widely. 

"I would love to."

The ride back to the mansion is quiet. Everyone is drunk, including the driver, and you are too tired to care. You sit with your head slumped against the backrest of the seat, with your eyes closed against the late afternoon sun, while Yoongi hums a soft, quiet tune, and the two up front say nothing. 

After the explosive nature of your visit at the range, it almost feels a bit unsettling for the four of you to be in near silence, and you find yourself almost wanting to say or do something to cause enough of a scene that there will be chaos once more. That, or you are just uncomfortable being left alone with your thoughts. 

Curse Taehyung for even putting the thought in your mind. Curse Yoongi for cracking a joke about Jeongguk having a noona kink. Does this mean he would be pliant in your hands? Willing to bend to your will and do as you please? Jeongguk is attractive—an insane balance of pretty and handsome with sharp and soft features. Especially his lips. You hate the thought of those pretty, soft lips parting as he gasps and moans. Why did these men have to infect your brain with something so enticing?

"We're home," Yoongi mutters as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, snapping you from your thoughts. You have been spacing out a lot lately, and your cheeks warm with embarrassment to be caught in another wave of imagination and wonder. 

You unclick your seatbelt and sit up with a groan, feeling a heaviness in your limbs that has settled deep during the ride back. All three of the men exit, and Taehyung is the one to open your door and offer you a hand. Reluctantly, you place your palm in his and allow him to gently tug you out into the world. 

"I was very impressed with your performance at the range today, buttercup."

"Th-thank you, Taehyung," you mutter, dropping your hand from his grasp and absentmindedly rubbing your palms down your torso, against your shirt. 

"I was hoping the four of us could reconvene in the pool?" Taehyung suggests. "If you have nothing better to do, today?"

What on earth could you possibly have to do today? You literally have no life. 

"That sounds fine," you respond sheepishly, turning to Yoongi, who has far too mischievous of a grin. 

"Namjoon will join us," Yoongi announces, which just barely sets your nerves at ease. "Let's get dressed and meet everyone there?" 

With a nod, you turn and allow yourself to be led to the front door with a warm palm against the small of your back. Namjoon must have heard you return, and he opens the door just as you approach. With a smile, he glances at the two of you, then to the two who approach from behind. 

"I trust that one of you has shorts that might fit us?" Taehyung calls, and Namjoon chuckles. 

"Mine may be too big, and Yoon's may be too small, but I'll see what I can find."

Taehyung hums, sounding too close to you for comfort as he says, "Gguk might look cute in one of buttercup's little floral suits, don't you think?"

Warmth rises quickly to your cheeks, and you widen your eyes at Namjoon, who steps aside, allowing you to enter the mansion and quickly remove your boots. 

"Exploring humiliation kink, Ggukah?" you hear Namjoon ask as you run through the main hall, to the steps. This is not a conversation that you are eager to participate in. 

Although you are exhausted and a bit disoriented from the heat of the mid-day and all of the booze in your blood, you sprint to the top floor and throw your bedroom door open, only stopping to catch your breath with the door sealed tightly shut behind you. Whatever has gotten into these men, it feels like it will only bring you more trouble, and you need to sort out your thoughts before you allow yourself to get too carried away. You need to devise a list of pros and cons to fucking your kind-of-boyfriend's youngest friend.

Jeongguk is handsome, has a great body, and has a noona kink. These are all items you would sort into pros. He is also an asshole who has never had one nice thing to say to you, and he tends to single you out a lot for the purpose of his own amusement. These are all items you would sort into cons. Except...maybe these traits would be fun to tame. Maybe punishing Jeongguk and making him cower to you is exactly what you want. 

With a heavy sigh, you shake your head, eager to clear away these thoughts. You approach your walk-in closet and hear the sounds of several male voices coming up the stairs, you assume to change in Yoongi's room. Although you are not sure you want to entertain their silly suggestion, you pick out the retro suit with the frilly yellow top and floral bottom because you like the way each piece hugs your curves. And, rather than sliding into a sundress, you opt to simply wrap a towel around your hips and join the men like that. If they can dangle inappropriate suggestions in front of you as if it is nothing, then you can dangle yourself a little, too. 

Rather than wait for the rest of the men to join, you leave your room and begin down the steps. Although Yoongi's bedroom door is wide open and inviting, you are not eager to find what may be waiting in that large walk-in closet of his. Are the four of them naked? Is this something they have done a lot over the years?

When you get outside, the first thing you notice is soft r&b playing over the speakers. The second thing you notice is that there is no bartender, but there are several bottles of champagne sitting in a row of buckets on the countertop, packed with ice. You roll your eyes and pad over to the other side of the pool, where there are sun beds under slotted wood awnings, giving hints of shade.

Namjoon is the first to join you, swerving to the bar to pick up a bucket and two glasses. The look on his face is nothing but trouble—wide eyes and a wider smile—and you hold firm, unimpressed eye contact as you lay back in one of the beds and cross your arms over your chest. 

Namjoon sits on your chair, forcing you to move your outstretched leg, and you sit up and pluck one of the empty champagne flutes from his fingers, and steady the bucket on the bed beside your thigh.

"What?" you ask, raising your eyebrows in a challenge. 

Namjoon shrugs. 

"Can't I be happy to see you, sweetheart?"

"Is that why you set such a sexy mood and sent the staff home? Because you are happy to see me?"

The cork pops from the bottle of champagne, and Namjoon chuckles, muttering, "Precisely," as he begins to pour you a glass. 

"I don't need more booze," you grumble petulantly, pulling the glass to your lips. "I need food."

Just then, Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jeongguk exit the mansion, all wearing the smallest black swim shorts you could possibly imagine—undoubtedly from Yoongi's collection. Why, oh why must all of Yoongi's family men have ripped abs and perfectly muscular thighs? Why must they all be drop-dead gorgeous and absolutely unhinged?

"Well," Namjoon says, incapable of biting back a smile as he waves his hand toward the men, saying, "feast your eyes on this spread!"

With a smack to his arm, you huff and mutter, "I fucking hate you," then you gulp back the entire fizzy, bittersweet contents of your glass. 

"You do not," Namjoon pouts, sending your heart into a frenzy, and you roll your eyes and reach for the bottle of champagne, yanking it from his grip. 

"I do not," you respond, unable to keep a small smile from creeping over your lips. "But whatever the four of you are up to, you had better stop."

"Why?" Namjoon asks, leaning a bit too close. "Afraid of having a little fun?"

All you can do is stare into those big, warm, brown eyes and attempt to hold your composure as the others join the two of you. Each man has brought with him a bucket of champagne and a glass flute, and you fear for your sanity, imagining the five of you consuming all four bottles.

The moment Jeongguk and Taehyung sit across from you, you feel emboldened enough by the alcohol to open your mouth. "Whatever it is that you guys are thinking, the answer is no."

Taehyung places his bucket onto the ground between his feet and lifts the bottle out, popping the cork off to the side, and regarding you with a lift of a brow. 

"My, how could you possibly imagine what I might be thinking, buttercup?"

You swallow a lump as you pull your legs closer to hug them against your torso, and watch as Yoongi drapes himself over Namjoon's lap. There are too many strong, nearly naked men in your midst, and it is doing nothing for your mental well-being. Not to mention, Jeongguk has his nipples pierced—because of course he fucking does—and it is taking every ounce of your willpower not to look.

"Well, whatever it is that goes on up there," you say, lifting the hand that clutches onto your glass and pointing a finger out to Taehyung's head, "I do not trust it."

"A wise choice," Taehyung responds with a grin as he begins to fill a champagne flute and pass it to Jeongguk.

"As if I would want to, anyway," Jeongguk responds, and you look to find him glaring at you. 

And you hate to admit that there is a part of you that wants to argue with him—to assure him that he could be so lucky to fuck you—but it is an irrational, unnecessary urge that you push down as best as you can. 

Instead, all you say is, "Good."

"So you all had fun at the range?" Namjoon asks sweetly while you and Jeongguk continue to glare at one another. 

You nod and sit back against the bed, which is tilted just enough to recline you some, but not lay you back completely. 

"Our darling did a great job," Yoongi responds sweetly, "and Jeongguk's form has been improving significantly."

"And I am perfect as always," Taehyung helpfully supplies, making you scoff despite how correct he is. 

Around you, conversation returns to the Kang man who they are planning to intercept and do...something with. You assume the goal is to kill him—possibly torture him for more information about what Ryujin might be planning. The sounds of the water sloshing against the walls of the pool and birds chirping from surrounding trees are enough to keep your focus off of what they are discussing too clearly. Frankly, you are not interested in hearing them plan an execution; this day has brought you enough stress. 

You lift your flute only to find that it is empty and decide to remove yourself from the situation. The day is warm, the alcohol is making you restless, and you want to swim. Rather than walk between the men, you swing your legs out to the opposite side of the bed and avoid Yoongi's attempt at grasping you, slipping away from the beds and approaching the nearest diving board. You climb the three short steps and walk briskly to the end of it, then lift your arms over your head and dive forward, breaking the surface of the perfectly warm water with your hands and closing your eyes just in time to fully submerge. 

It would be so nice to just stay beneath the surface—weightless and without a care in the world as the sun shimmers against the water, which appears to be a comforting teal thanks both to reflected sunshine, and the blue tiles that cover the floor and walls of the pool. Sadly, your body follows its natural buoyant trajectory and returns to the open air and bright, warm sun. The weather really is perfect for a swim. 

A glance in the direction of the men shows Namjoon and Taehyung leaning forward, discussing something, while Yoongi and Jeongguk both have their eyes on you. Anxiety breaks your skin into goosebumps, and you hold your breath and return to the water, shutting everything else out as you attempt to gather your thoughts. 

Your thoughts, however, are just a never-ending cycle of, "What the fuck is happening, what the fuck is happening, what the fuck—" which is the absolute opposite of helpful.

Because, as Yoongi mentioned, you and Jeongguk do have a lot in common. Would it really hurt to get to know him better? The way he was looking at you just a moment ago is at odds with the way he speaks to you; is his attitude simply a defense mechanism?

When you return to the surface, all four men watch you. Yoongi cracks a smile, and there is something unreadable in Taehyung's and Jeongguk's expressions. Namjoon stands, lifting Yoongi with him, then deposits the older onto the bed and approaches the edge of the pool, diving in with his body angled to you. You stand in place and watch his form approach, then decide to take a step back too late when he suddenly seems too close, only for him to wrap his arms around your legs and pull you under. 

With a surprised yelp, you are drug underwater, and when you open your eyes, it is to find beautiful, sweet Namjoon smiling back, with his dark hair fanned out around his head, and bubbles pouring from his nose and mouth. He releases you from his grasp, and you push with your feet back to the surface, then playfully smack his tattooed chest as soon as he comes up for air. 

Namjoon wraps you in his arms so fast, all you can do is allow your limbs to wrap around him. He is warm and comforting, and you nuzzle against his neck and allow him to carry you toward the deeper water, in the direction of the diving boards.

"I have you all to myself, and you're wet," Namjoon teases, "my favorite."

"Hmm, is that so? You prefer me alone?"

Namjoon seems surprised to be caught in his confession and clears his throat before eagerly correcting himself. 

"Perhaps I don't prefer it, but it is nice from time to time."

"Ah, but we are not truly alone, are we?" you ask, glancing toward the men on the beds. 

To your surprise, Yoongi is sitting on the edge of the pool, sinking his feet into the water before lowering himself all the way in, and the other two are difficult to clearly see. In fact, from his angle, it appears that Taehyung may be hovering over Jeongguk, who may be lying back against the bed—a sight that you avert your eyes from. 

Yoongi wades out quickly in measured, wide strokes of his arms and legs, looking absolutely devastating with water dripping from his dark hair. 

"The two of them need a little alone time," Yoongi says as he approaches, and although you are not eager to hear more, he tells you anyway. "All this talk about sharing got our maknae riled up."

"Well there should be no talk of sharing," you insist as Yoongi gets closer, wrapping his arms around you and Namjoon and hooking his chin over one of your outstretched arms. 

"Are you sure, darling?" 

"For one thing, he hates me," you respond.

Yoongi shrugs and says, "It's a front," and you feel at a loss for words. 

"Jeongguk is just a brat," Namjoon unhelpfully supplies, painting so many pictures of taming him in your mind. 

The sound of a distant slap of skin against skin, followed by a pitchy whimper echoes over the expanse of the pool, and you instantly feel antsy and begin to attempt to uncling from Namjoon's body. That sound had to have come from Jeongguk's lips, and it was far too enticing for you to listen for more.

"I have heard too much," you grumble when Namjoon continues to hold you tight, and you wiggle around, attempting to slip from his surprisingly firm grasp, considering you are both submerged in water.

"Taehyung is just putting him in his place a little," Yoongi says sweetly, rubbing a palm over the small of your back. "He is being punished for how he spoke to you earlier. The two of them will join us soon."

You continue to thrash, however, and Namjoon finally gives up his fight and releases you, causing you to sink all the way underwater before pushing the floor with your toes and returning for air. You swim backward, away from the two of them, who watch with amused smiles.

"You four have fun," you say, resolved to remove yourself from the situation before anything foolish happens. "I need to go...uh...shower...or something." 

As you reach the steps of the pool, you realize your towel is back at the beds with the guys, and you glance around the space, relieved to find a bin near the doors that has a stack of folded towels inside. You scurry over quickly and grab one, rub it over your legs and feet hastily to dry them, and wrap it around your body before making your way into the mansion, up the stairs, and into your room. 

Behind your locked bedroom door, you grab one of the small, waterproof vibrators that lives in a bin under your bed, and you make your way to the shower. And although you attempt to convince yourself that you are not this affected by the sound of Jeongguk's whimper, nor the sight of all four of those men in tiny little briefs as you peel away your bathing suit and stand under the warm stream of water with the buzzing toy pressed firmly against your clit, you know that there is absolutely no way of shutting out the myriad of thoughts that have overcome you.

In fact, the thought of Jeongguk whimpering while calling you noona might just be the death of you, yet. 

I know you want me too Even though you're not mine You got that look in your eye

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Doomscolled Into the Wrong Side of TWST—

TWST and the Audacity of Some of You Bitches.

I think the reason I've been so inactive recently stems from me doomscrolling into a post complaining about people Headcanoning Vil as Trans or the entire Pomefiore dorm as GNC af.

Their post was basically: "Vil's character is effective as a cishet man but effeminate because the point of Chap 5 is fighting against the current and staying true to yourself."

But they turn around and say shit like—"anyone who does not view Twisted Wonderland in the same lens of a 'unrealistic progressive' more commonly 'expected' in Western cartoons are shunned"

What in hell's name is that supposed to mean???

First I'm gonna start off by saying that Vil being hc'ed as transfem, transmasc, nonbinary, demiboy, or just a plain ass white boy who wears makeup in his freetime and fears potatos won't change Vil fundamentally—he's a character in a game about fantastic mental breakdowns due to systems that they cannot control and can only find peace in themselves and support from their friends..

Many genderqueer ppl find him relatable bc being gnc is apart of his character, instead of it being just a one off thing— he doesn't view masculinity and femininity as two fucking boxes the whole human population has to fall into—and he isn't made fun of for it in the story as much. (Outspoken feminine coded people face more flak in fandoms)

You whining about people making him trans does nothing, changes nothing, isn't a new take, isn't hot,, just lackluster, and old as shit. I've seen too many posts that boil down to shit like this and have others cosign it— stop that shit, real talk.

Long story short Vil being hc'ed as genderqueer isn't gonna hurt you.

We also need to talk about how yall play in my face about East Asia being the monolith of purity especially in anime spaces—"anyone who does not view Twisted Wonderland in the same lens of a 'unrealistic progressive' more commonly 'expected' in Western cartoons are shunned"

Anime has always had the potential to portray BIPOC, Michiko and Hatchin, Yoshihiro Togashi been making trans characters ?????

So, what the hell does that mean exactly???

And the fact they used Yana being overworked as a shield to diss people who rightfully call out the racism and fetishism that is rampant in the game and fandom.

Like bro FAIRY GALA started off with Crowley rounding up Leona, Kalim, Jamil, and Ruggie and Malleus even says [botched quote] "fairies of pixie hollow want to feel exotic— the elegance of another country" as if Rook isn't from the same land of Leona why wasn't he selected hmmm?????

Some of yall definitions of fantasy exclude BIPOC and LGBTQIA+ and it shows every fucking day.

"The hunted become the hunter, oppressed become the oppressors, all in the name of equity and equality"

Bitch are you serious????

This is the same white supremacist logic that gets people fucking killed—so many people get killed just by that idea omfgg????

No matter how loud black people, poc, lgbtq people are let's not forget how long it took to get to that point, Civil rights movement isn't even in it's hundreds yet, Gay marriage across all 50 states is barely a decade old (legalized in 2015) , and trans people are constantly having their laws overwritten wtaf is wrong with some of yall?????

And the fact that it's reblogged as "this is important" bitch gtfooo leave, boooo brick brick brick im actually throwing bricks.

Yall play in my face like East Asia is a monolith of purity like they weren't out here murdering and colonizing like Britain was going out of fucking style, Manchuria, Taiwan, Korea don't ring fucking bells for you dimwits???

Ainu people are literally suffering from Linguistic Purism and colonialism as we speak.

Yall like East Asia because of how homogenous it is, and, I dare say how white it is, bc you wouldn't have to face bigotry affects BIPOC in a space where everyone looks like you and if they didn't you could get the free pass of bullying them because you "didn't know any better"

Yall excuse the bigotry of East Asia because "uwu they just don't understand"

They do.

They aren't fucking babies, yall infantilizing JP/East Asia is a form of fetishization in of itself.

They do know what the fuck they're doing and will keep doing it bc yall like to defend them vehemently so its why Korea can plagiarize black culture and get away with it, its why Korean idols can post themselves holding a racist caricature of a black person and smile knowing that their fans will defend them using that logic.

Go directly to hell with that "The hunted become the hunter, oppressed become the oppressors, all in the name of equity and equality"

Thats not how shit works at all this isn't some fucking animal kingdom where only the apex predator or the fucker who managed to overthrow the previous leader decides how the world works, touch some grass and realize you're a goddamned human, have some fucking decorum.

I swear humanity will never progress bc yall have zero imagination of what the world could be like if yall weren't assholes to a certain group of people.

[bbugyu]

can i kiss you yet? + hong joshua

a mutual friend always made a great excuse to see you, but he definitely wanted more.

wc.2.4k | joshua x gn!reader, fluff, first snow au, foreigners in korea squad up, josh is a tutor u are an ambiguous worker everything is vague shhh, there are really no warning this is just fluff, oh drinking, but only the once, miss park chaeyoung please text me back

haha..... i am....... im not........... im in my joshie feels ok do not talk to me about it im embarrassed. thanks @babiemingoo for ruining my life by saying joshua would fall in love with me, and i quote, "no cap."

~

you spent a lot of time with joshua. by proxy, mostly, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless. your best friend called him her brother - they weren't related by blood, but by circumstance, having separately moved to korea at an old enough age to take care of themselves but young enough to still need the support of someone going through something similar. they were neighbors, and rosie had no way of stopping him from barging through her front door at all hours of the day. she always yelled at him to let her have some privacy. he insisted that if she was doing something that required privacy, then she should tell him beforehand. you always just laughed from your spot on the couch.

joshua would smile and put up a hand when he pretended to notice you for the first time, as though you weren't the express reason he had made an excuse to show up. "hi, y/n."

you would smile back and wiggle your fingers at him. "hi, josh."

this happened almost every time you came over to rosie's apartment, and while you never intended to see him, you would be lying if you said it wasn't a lovely benefit.

she rolled her eyes. "don't you have a job?"

"that's the great thing about being an online tutor," joshua said, making himself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch from you. "flexible scheduling."

you realized you had never asked him about his work. "what do you tutor?"

he looked at you, and you thought you saw a flash of nervousness in his eyes before he grinned. "english. and korean. and algebra. and calculus, sometimes."

"that's, like," you paused, your head knocking to one side. "impressive?"

"is it?" he laughed. "i just voice chat with high school students in sweats."

you shrugged. "i'm bad at math and i'm pretty sure i'd be bad at teaching, so anything like that is impressive to me."

he nodded, the corner of his mouth quirked upwards. it was hard for him to believe that you could be bad at anything, but he figured math was an okay thing to be lacking in. "noted."

rosie coughed loudly, making you both direct your attention to where she was leaning against the kitchen counter. "if you guys are done, i would love someone's help deciding what kind of pizza to get."

when you left hours later, rosie asked joshua why he even came over, trying to imply that he was taking too long to admit he liked you.

he pouted out his lips and shook his head. "no reason. i just heard you talking to someone and wanted to make sure you're not inviting over weirdos."

she gave him a sideways glare, knowing that if that were the truth, he would have come over when mingyu showed up the day before. or wonwoo last week. or any of her other friends that frequented her studio apartment. but conveniently, he only ever barged in when it was you, and she had a suspicion that it was because he had learned to recognize your laugh through the thin walls.

the first time you ever met joshua, it was at a bar. you and some work friends had agreed to get drinks together, and when your coworker-turned-bestie got a call from her neighbor saying she got a package, you nudged her.

"is he your oppa, like, just a guy, or like a boyfriend?"

she squinted at you, registering your language switch "ew! oh my god, he's just a guy. he's like a brother."

you heard an indignant noise over the line at her exclamation, and you giggled as you guided the straw in your cocktail to your lips.

"am i lying, joshua?" rosie said, rolling her eyes. "are you not like my brother?"

"joshua?" your eyebrows quirked up, realizing he had an english name, and only processing after the fact that he also understood her. "is he like us?"

"foreign?" rosie asked, looking at you. "yeah, he's from la."

you looked at her expectantly. "well, is joshua free tonight?"

she laughed at you, but redirected the question over the phone anyways, then promptly invited him out to join you at the bar, and he said he could be there in 45 minutes. he arrived with 6 minutes to spare (not that you were watching the clock, but you totally were), and rosie waved him down to join your table, quickly introducing him to the coworkers you had deemed fun enough to hang out with.

"and this is y/n," she said, grabbing your arm. she leaned over to joshua, pretending to whisper. "the other foreigner."

you laughed and shook his hand, saying it was nice to meet him. he smiled back, warmly, and returned the sentiment. he was korean, you realized, despite being from america, and he was incredibly handsome. like, absurdly so, in a way that felt impossible in reality, yet here he was, gaze flickering over your face as you brought your (new) drink to your lips, and the liquid almost caught in your throat when you saw an entire galaxy twinkling in his eyes. you blinked when he went to get a drink, thinking you must be drunker than you thought to have mistaken the reflection of the fairy lights that littered the bar as galaxies, but for some reason, your initial impression seemed to suit him more.

months later, you went to rosie's apartment just to drop off some food - you were teaching yourself how to make korean side dishes, and she volunteered to be your auxiliary food tester if you made too much, which, big surprise, you absolutely did. she made fun of your cooler bag and your big puffy jacket, saying you reminded her of the grandma down the hall, and you laughed heartily as you made your way to her kitchen.

she had an essay to write, so you didn't stick around. shortly after you announced your leave and exited to the hall, the next door opened.

"oh," joshua said, hand still gripping the handle of his front door as he made surprised eye contact with you. "you're leaving already?"

you pursed your lips to hide a smile, wrapping your scarf around your neck. "already?"

"you usually, um," he paused, his hand going to the back of his neck, the other pushing into the pocket of his jeans. "you're usually around for a few hours."

you giggled. "i was just dropping off some food, rosie has an essay to write."

he puffed out a cheek and nodded slowly as he let it deflate. "i guess i shouldn't bother her, then."

you watched him avoid your gaze, then peeked slyly past him into his apartment. you had never been, but it looked neat. neutral. comforting. it seemed like him.

the jig was up, joshua thought, studying your eyes briefly. you clearly knew he only ever barged into his neighbor's apartment because you were there. he had obviously just given it away, but maybe you had always known, and you had just let him think he was convincing when he said he had no idea you were over. but maybe he was okay with that, because you never complained. and maybe that meant you liked seeing him, too.

"are you busy?" he asked suddenly. "i don't mean to keep you, but-"

you shook your head quickly. "i don't have plans."

"uh," he turned to his apartment before looking back at you briefly. "let me grab a jacket, i'll walk you home."

you couldn't help but smile. "okay."

joshua made sure he was quick to get his winter coat and a scarf, but instinctively adjusted his bangs in a mirror and checked his breath. he silently scolded himself for making this out to be something that it wasn't - he was walking you home, not taking you out. but he hoped he would work up the nerve to ask before the end of the walk.

"ready?" you asked, pushing off the wall you were leaning against as you waited.

he smiled at you, silently hoping he was. "yeah, let's go. it's gonna start getting dark soon."

when the two of you exited the apartment building, hands shoved into pockets, joshua commented that it felt like it was gonna snow.

"i think the forecast said tomorrow," you mused, looking up at the overcast sky.

he stared at you as you walked beside him, your lips curved upward in a vague smile as you thought about how much you liked the snow, and when you looked over and caught his gaze, he redirected his eyes just a little too late, then laughed at his own behavior. "sorry, you looked really cute just then."

you couldn't help but smile, nuzzling down into your scarf to hide it. "as opposed to normally, when i don't."

"not what i said," he defended immediately. "i think you always look cute."

you giggled into your scarf, hoping he couldn't see how flustered you felt. "thank you. i think you always look cute, too."

you caught a small smile sneak onto his face as he looked down at his shoes. "thanks."

joshua had never once seemed shy to you. a little hesitant, maybe, when you had first met him, but he exuded confidence. you got the impression that he knew himself better than anyone, and he was happy to express himself genuinely around people that accepted him. he was a bit of a smooth talker, you thought. he had a way of saying exactly what people wanted to hear, whether it was true or not. but today, now, he seemed genuinely reserved. quieter. like he wasn't quite sure what to say to you as you walked side by side on the sidewalk, headed to your apartment.

"what kind of food did you bring to roseanne?" he asked, trying to fill the quiet.

"standard fare," you said, smiling at how he used her full name. "kimchi, seasoned beansprouts, sweet potatoes, fishcakes."

"oh, korean?" he asked, looking at you. "i didn't know you cooked like that."

your lip quirked into a smile at the reaction. "i'm practicing. gotta please a korean husband if i wanna get a permanent visa, y'know."

"right," he said, nodding at your joking tone. "a korean husband."

you blinked, eyes focusing on something in the air, then looked up. "oh my god, is it snowing?"

joshua tore his gaze from you, looking around at the flakes that were gently falling from the sky. "i told you it was gonna snow."

"but the forecast said tomorrow!" you laughed, pulling a hand out of your pocket to try to catch some flakes. "has it snowed yet since new year?"

his heart fluttered lightly as he watched you shove your hand back into your pocket. "no, not yet."

you looked over at him and giggled at how much snow had gathered on his dark hair. "oh, jeez, it's starting to come down." you reached out to him, brushing some flakes off his bangs, and he hoped you thought his ears were just red from the cold. "if we don't hurry, you're not gonna be able to walk home."

that wouldn't be the end of the world, joshua thought. maybe if the snow fell heavy enough, you would tell him to sleep on your couch instead of trekking home. maybe the two of you could chat, alone, just enjoying company until too late in the night. and maybe your heating would go out again, like you often complained about, and maybe the two of you could wind up under the same blanket as you got sleepier.

"do you know that belief?" he asked, glancing at you as you walked. "what koreans say about first snow?"

you looked over to him. "no," you said shortly, switching to korean. "what is it?"

he laughed, but continued in english. "they say that if you're with someone during the first snow of the year, you'll stay together for a long time."

you stopped in your tracks, and he only made it two steps in front of you before he turned, looking at you questioningly. "together?"

he gave a short affirmation, blinking and looking away as he shifted his stance. "yeah, like-" he paused. "supposedly, if you confess during the first snow, it's good luck. or something like that."

you stared at him, studying his eyes as he avoided your gaze, a tiny smile creeping across your face. "josh."

he looked at you, eyebrows quirked. "w'sup?"

you giggled. "are you talking about us right now?"

"oh, are you confessing to me?" he asked, eyes wide and making you laugh as he slowly closed the short distance between you. "confessing during the first snow, wow. you must really like me. y'know, i always kind of thought you had a crush on me."

you rolled your eyes. "yet it took you four months to mention it?"

his nose scrunched up as he grimaced apologetically. "i'm sorry for making you wait," he said, quietly and in korean, close enough that you felt his breath on your skin. you just shook your head at him.

"i made you wait, too."

he looked between your eyes, and you couldn't help but feel like the snow was melting around you from his warm you felt. "can i kiss you yet?"

you let out a breathy giggle, enjoying the way his eyes creased as he smiled at you. "of course you can."

this moment, joshua realized, was one that he had imagined a million times in his head. in a million different scenarios throughout the last four months, he had imagined how incredible it would be to feel your lips against his. and when he finally found himself there, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he pulled you into him, the first snow of the year falling around you, he realized he had imagined it all wrong. because despite thinking that you definitely had the most beautiful lips that he could ever press his to, he had not accounted for the fact that you were smiling, and he was too, and that made them the sweetest. the most fun. the most exciting.

and he hoped you would let him keep kissing you for a long time.

[ninma]

A look at Dream's punishment through irl rules and taking into account UN's rules regarding prisons. Because it is just interesting and it proves how there is NO justification for it. But mostly because it's interesting to look at and you may learn a thing or two.

I have seen too many times people trying to justify Dream's punishment. I did research and read through multiple articles and documents (over 73 pages of two different documents) about the more legal sides of his punishment. While Quackity's physical torture is obvious, I am here to address that even before that it was still very illegal. I know it is fictional! This is just a look into the real life facts and rules regarding prisons because it is interesting to look at Dream's punishment and Pandora's Vault under the light of these. So keep that in mind while reading this!

Welcome to my ted talk with actual facts and be prepared for quite the ride!

While yes, he has done bad things...however he has not done something so bad that he deserves a punishment so cruel that it's considered too inhumane for even mass murderers. Like actually! Stay tooned and you'll see what I mean.

His sentence is indefinite solidary confinement. Which is defined by the united nations as:

"the confinement of prisoners for 22 hours or more a day without meaningful human contact."

This means his punishment fits the definition for all his time (including visits) except when Tommy was locked inn and now with Quackity (although I'd consider the last one a turn for the worse). Now that we have that cleared up- lets get into the rule breaking. But first, let me introduce you to The Mandela Rules!

"The Mandela Rules reinforce human rights principles, including

 the recognition of the absolute prohibition of torture and other cruel, inhuman

 or degrading treatment or punishment and effective guidance 

to national prison administrations for persons deprived of their liberty"

Now that we have established that, lets get into this concerning fact train!

Rule 43

1. In no circumstances may restrictions or disciplinary sanctions amount to torture or other cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.

The following practices, in particular, shall be prohibited:

(a) Indefinite solitary confinement;

(b) Prolonged solitary confinement;

(c) Placement of a prisoner in a dark or constantly lit cell;

(d) Corporal punishment or the reduction of a prisoner’s diet or drinking water;

(e) Collective punishment.

Yeah...pretty clear breaking of 4/5 there. They can't even break e! Not to mention the pretty explicit breaking of d that was probably a surprise. You can count it as them breaking 4/4 if you count the fact that they can’t even break e. Rest assured my friend, this is just the beginning.

Rule 44

For the purpose of these rules, solitary confinement shall refer to the confinement of prisoners for 22

 hours or more a day without meaningful human contact. Prolonged solitary confinement shall refer to 

solitary confinement for a time period in excess of 15 consecutive days.

Already broken this one too huh. Even visiting days counts because I don't think anyone has been there for hours and I also don't think Sam's interactions would be long enough or count as meaningful human contact. The time with Tommy and Quackity is the only time it dosen't count as solidary. So this is getting...very much concerinng. But this is still only the start.

Rule 45

1. Solitary confinement shall be used only in exceptional cases as a last

 resort*, for as* short a time as possible and subject to independent

 review, and only pursuant to the authorization by a competent authority. It

 shall not be imposed by virtue of a prisoner’s sentence.

2. The imposition of solitary confinement should be prohibited in the case

 of prisoners with mental or physical disabilities when their conditions

 would be exacerbated by such measures

Woops...so not only is it illegal as a punishment...but also the "he is a psychopath" argument (which is already a bad stereotype, but I won't get into psychology here. It's a common misconception and c!Tommy not knowing is almost to be expected. However please do not say that someone, character or real person, have a mental disorder or illness without proper knowledge about psychology and in the case of characters we shouldn’t put labels unless the writer has said that they have taken mental disorders or illnesses into account when making the character) just got yeeted out the window. Actually that argument just took a loop and now is an argument for the other side. It makes sense because as it says: it exacerbates their preexisting mental illnesses. Which is why it's prohibited. 

"In no case may a detainee’s contact with the outside world be

 dependent on his or her cooperativeness, be used as a disciplinary

 sanction or form part of the sentence."

  - Special Rapporteur on Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment, Civil and Political Rights, Including the Questions of Torture and Detention, ¶ 43, Comm’n on Human Rights,

“…The medical officer should visit prisoners held in solitary confinement

 every day, on the understanding that such visits should be in the interests

 of the prisoners ’ health. Furthermore, prisoners held in solitary

 confinement for more than 12 hours should have access to fresh air for at

 least 1 hour each day” - Subcomm. on Prevention of Torture [SPT]

Wow Sam...it is almost impressive in a dark way just how explicitly these are broken. The Warden's very punishments for disobedience just straight up counts as torture. And for the obvious record I highly doubt Quackity's daily visits to the green bloob counts as anything but 'the interests of the prisoners' health'. You can disagree here...but I am being very sarcastic.

Rule 22

1. Every prisoner shall be provided by the prison administration at the

usual hours with food of nutritional value adequate for health and

strength, of wholesome quality and well prepared and served.

Raw potatoes every day for the rest of your life..eehhh no thanks. If Dream ever gets out he will probably join me in the 'eating potatoes trauma' box. As funny as that sounds, it isn't a joke. I was force fed potatoes as a child and I hated it to the point where it gave me a mental block that stops me from eating them as my body just does not want to swallow it. It's a problem. But I can joke about it. Maybe Tommy will join us too, although it wasn't really the eating potatoes that caused that trauma...rip. Rest in anything but potatoes.

Rule 42

General living conditions addressed in these rules, including those related

to light, ventilation, temperature, sanitation, nutrition, drinking water,

access to open air and physical exercise, personal hygiene, health care

and adequate personal space, shall apply to all prisoners without

 exception.

I think it's pointless to say more on that topic as it's pretty much already summed up. Let us now move over to what are probably some of the qoutes so specific that it's scary.

“Furthermore, [the Committee] is concerned about the use of solitary

 confinement for indefinite periods of time.... Full isolation of 22 to 23

 hours a day in supermaximum security prisons is unacceptable

(art. 16).” - Committee. against Torture [CAT]

Oh wow.. talk about on the nose. I should've just started with this one as it pretty much says pretty clearly how it is unacceptable. Like yikes...can you get more specific? It is just downright ridiculous at this point. (-_-;)

“Solitary confinement, when used for the purpose of punishment,

 cannot be justified for any reason, precisely because it imposes severe

 mental pain and suffering beyond any reasonable retribution for

 criminal behaviour and thus constitutes an act defined in article 1 or article

 16 of the Convention against Torture, and a breach of article 7 of the

 International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights."

Ahaha...ha....yeah for those who justify it...the convention against torture is very much against it being justified...Imagine if the characters could read these rules, that'd be interesting. Although I am pretty sure they don't follow realism for the imprisonment. As I have already said; this is just an interesting look at the irl rules and how Dream's punishment and Pandora's Vault stand under light of them.

“No prisoner, including those serving life sentence [sic] and prisoners on

 death row, shall be held in solitary confinement merely because of the

 gravity of the crime.”

 - Special Rapporteur on Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment

Like...there are no loopholes here. It is so extremely clear that it truly is darkly impressive how the characters don't seem to have a second thought about this. How do you accidentally sentence someone to a lifetime of torture without realizing? If they do know...It'd be very dark.

Btw Tommy's exile and his time in prison doesn't count as solidary confinement. Just to clear that up.

It amazes me how badly they break these rules...I know they probably didn't take the realism into consideration. However it is still kind of darkly impressive. Especially considering how scary specific they break them too. Even though this is just a interesting (I was about to write fun, however I wouldn't count realizing how inhuman the prison is is 'fun'. But it is interesting) look at Dream's punishment and Pandora's Vault under the light of real life rules for prisons. (lol my paranoid self have said this so much)

These facts also proves how saying it's justified...is kind of morally bad. Not attacking anyone! I just want to also say how while it is pure fiction and the characters in the story can have whatever opinion they want as they are characters. However when it comes to fans approving and justifying it without taking time to consider how it really isn't something that can be justified (real or no). You can have whatever opinion you want, however just maybe take some of what you have learned today and reflect over it? To think twice after having received new information dosen't hurt. I am not here to tell you what to think, so rest easy. Only to share some facts^^ (*so obviously scared of offending anyone*)

I recommend taking some time to look it up yourself if you want to look further into it. The psychological aspects of it is also interesting to look at!

I hope you have learned something here today and found this post and my research interesting! I spent hours on this so I hope you have enjoyed this! I originally posted this on reddit and I was very surprised at how many stopped by to read it and therefore I choose to post it here as well because you learn something and hopefully also gained a new perspective. 

Ninma over and out!