#this goddamn INCOMPETENT PIECE OF SHIT

[twistedappletree]

lmao so i think the other girl working for my client is about to get fired for trauma dumping and making out of pocket passive aggressive comments constantly akdnakjds why can’t anyone just be fucking N O R M A L

**also pls excuse the typos in my tags omfg i’m so annoyed that i can’t type ahahahHAHAHA

[captain-hawks]

double shift

— kento nanami x f!reader

summary: Kento Nanami hates overtime, but who is he to say no when his boss asks him to go check on his wife while he's out of town?

word count: 4.2k

content: NSFW, 18+, smut, infidelity, heavy lactation kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, degradation, dirty talk, squirting, breeding kink, restraints, counter sex, wet & messy

Kento’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he stares at his phone nestled in the cupholder, limbs taut with aggravation as the bored voice of his boss continues on, “She hasn’t been answering my calls all day, and I’m not flying back for another week yet. I know you’re probably about to leave the office, but I’m going to need you to stop at my house and check on her first, Nanami.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, the words ‘OVERTIME’ flashing red behind his eyes and drawing forth a fresh surge of anger that has him contemplating the consequences of smashing his phone on the pavement outside and finding a new job entirely.

Today has been shit.

Capital S, Shit.

His asshole boss has been out of town for nearly a week already, every client is somehow ten times more unbearable than usual, the incompetence across the office has become a goddamn disease, and he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that that piece of shit is doing anything  but keeping his dick in his pants while his wife and their new baby are left home alone.

His very attractive, very lovely wife who probably has no idea what a waste of oxygen her husband is. 

You’re too fucking good for him.

And you’re also too good for Kento, who’s spent more nights than he’d care to admit furiously fisting his cock to the memory of whatever tantalizing outfit you’d turned up at the office wearing that day.

And seeing you pregnant?

While the knowledge that you were now entirely stuck with that undeserving asshole sent his blood boiling, Kento could hardly complain about the sight of you during those months, his shaft straining painfully in his slacks every time he laid eyes upon your gloriously swollen, heavy breasts. 

And the cum he splattered all over the mirror and sink after inevitably rushing out of his office when you finally left? Well, that was between him and the four walls of the men’s bathroom. 

So after the awful day he’s already had, Kento’s not sure he can imagine a worse type of overtime than waltzing into your house and playing the part of a dutiful employee checking in on his boss’s wife, acting like he doesn’t want to fuck you so bad it’s driving him up a goddamn wall.

But he’ll fucking do it.

Of course he will. 

“Sure,” he replies tersely, before hanging up and peeling out of the parking lot.

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She’s finally asleep.

Sighing weakly in relief, you close the door to your daughter’s bedroom and shuffle down the hallway. You make it all the way to the kitchen before you’re forced to lean heavily against the countertop, gritting your teeth as another wave of discomfort radiates from your sore, swollen breasts. 

“Hello?” a familiar, male voice tentatively calls out in a hushed tone.

You whip around, still clutching the counter for support, eyes widening at the side of Kento Nanami standing in the doorway to your kitchen. 

“Hi?” you respond, your heart doing a somersault as you drink in the sight of his tall, muscled form. 

He twirls a key around his finger twice before catching it in the palm of his hand and stuffing it in his pocket. “I apologize for barging in, but your spare key hiding spot is shit, and I didn’t want to ring the doorbell and wake the baby.”

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you assure him, the erratic thrumming in your chest far from a feeling of fear.

For whatever reason, he appears to be attempting to avert his eyes after glancing over at you quickly, roughly running a hand through his hair. “Your husband asked me to check on you. He said he hasn’t heard from you all day,” he explains carefully. 

“Well, I figured it would be rude to interrupt the wild orgies he pays for with the company credit card,” you deadpan.

Nanami’s jaw ticks, “He—”

“I’m well aware of what he does.”

“Then why—”

“Because I realized too late, and I’m too tired to do anything about it right now,” you sigh, wincing at the continuous ache of your breasts.

And it’s then that you realize why Nanami’s been looking anywhere but at you directly.

You’re wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and knee-high socks, which in and of itself isn’t overtly reprehensible, given that you’re in your own house, you have a four-month-old child, and you can’t remember the last time you got a full night’s rest. The issue is that your breasts are so sore and tender right now, you haven’t been able to even look at a bra in days. 

Which, once again, wouldn’t be an issue alone in the privacy of your home…when one of your husband’s employees isn’t desperately trying not to acknowledge the fact that two large wet spots have soaked through your shirt. 

“I should…” you trail off awkwardly, glancing around the room in hopes that you left one of your flannel over shirts lying within reach. 

“It’s fine,” Nanami blurts out, scratching the back of his head and studiously feigning interest in the collection of party invites and shopping lists stuck to the side of your fridge. 

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It’s not fine. 

It’s anything but fine. 

It’s a complete fucking disaster. 

Kento hasn’t seen you since you gave birth. And despite how exhausted he knows you are—he can see it in the bags under your eyes and the limpness of your posture— your soft pregnancy glow has transformed into a postpartum radiance that has his breath catching in his throat each time his eyes sweep over you. 

You’re fucking stunning. 

And somehow, he knows your husband hasn’t noticed this. Hasn’t told you how incredible you are, how fantastic motherhood looks on you. It sends a fresh wave of anger coursing through him, the mere thought that he could bear to let himself stray from you—especially now, at such a vulnerable time. 

But any hopes Kento had of trying not to commit this sight of you to memory were swiftly dashed the moment he noticed the wet spots on your shirt. 

Even now, when he’s looking at a box of cereal on the counter as if it’s the most interesting thing in the entire world, every layer of his inner psyche is rapidly overheating at the thought of your heavy, swollen breasts. The milk leaking from them, soaking through your clothes and inevitably trailing down your stomach. 

He needs to fucking leave. Now. 

“I should go—“

“—do you want some tea?”

You both speak at the same time, and when Kento turns to face you again, you’ve slipped a blue flannel shirt on, buttoning it up partway. As if his traitorous cock will somehow forget what he now knows is obscured underneath the added layer of material. But despite the growing discomfort swelling and throbbing against the zipper of his pants, he concedes, his need to quell the apparent loneliness in your eyes with a moment of company winning out over his lust-addled desire to disappear to the nearest private place to jerk off. 

He’s thankful to sit after you pour him a cup, hiding any and all evidence of what a terrible man he is beneath the table, one leg idly bouncing as he wills his hard on to go down. It’s a big ask, though, given that you’re probably not even aware of what you’re doing to him when you lean your body over the kitchen island with your mug clutched between your fingers as you idly chat with him, your oversized shirt just barely masking the flash of pink panties it reveals beneath each time your shoulders bounce as you laugh. 

He’s two seconds from excusing himself to put his fucking dick in the freezer. 

His chair scrapes against the tile floor as he pushes it back, having decided he’s at his limit, but he pauses when a pained sound escapes your lips. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, hurrying over to where you’re now pressing your forehead against the island countertop, whimpering softly. His hand hovers for a moment before he opts to gently touch your shoulder, just to let you know he’s there. 

Your fingers scrape over the marble as you breathe out in a quiet voice, “No.”

As if on instinct, Kento begins to rub small, comforting circles into your upper back, his tentative touches growing more confident when he feels your tense body behind to relax slightly. 

“What’s wrong? What can I do?”

You whine again, standing up straighter but keeping your back to him as you clutch at your chest. “They…they hurt so bad.”

Kento’s halfway certain his soul has left his body as he watches, stunned, while you slide your hands up under your shirt and squeeze at your breasts, exhaling a chorus of breathy little sounds like the fucked up cherry on top. 

“Do you need to…” he trails off, and though you can’t see from where he’s standing behind you, he vaguely gestures in the general direction where he can only surmise the baby’s room is. 

“It’s…they’re clogged,” you whisper, elbows lifting up and revealing the small of your back as you begin to knead your tits desperately. “They’ve been so sore and swollen for days.”

Kento bites his lower lip, mentally steadying himself for a moment before he asks, “Tell me how I can help.”

“Can you grab a clean washcloth out of the drawer next to the sink and soak it in hot water?”

He swiftly complies with your request, returning moments later after wringing out the small towel and waiting for it to cool down slightly. You’re still using the counter to steady yourself, so he approaches you from behind and goes to hand you the washcloth, only to find his hand immediately pinned between your own and one of your breasts. 

You let out a whimpering cry of relief, and it takes everything in him not to let out the noise rumbling in his own throat as you squeeze his hand over your tit. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “It just feels so…”

“It’s okay,” Kento murmurs. “Relax.”

Internally, every single warning bell inside of his head is blaring indignantly over the fact that he’s got his hand under his boss’s wife’s shirt, and he’s massaging her lactating breasts with a hot towel while she whimpers and presses into his touch. 

But your fingers are laced with his, and you’re not telling him to stop. 

In fact, you’re begging him to keep going, keeping a hold of his left hand when he switches the towel to his right, urging him to massage both of your tits at the same time. And who is he to tell you no?

Kento’s fairly certain his balls are going to be aching for days when he feels the warm liquid that begins to coat his fingers.

Fucking fuck. 

What the fuck is he doing?

Then your back arches as you outright moan when he brazenly toys with both of your nipples at the same time, milk squirting out, your ass pressing directly into his throbbing erection. 

And fuck it, fuck dignity, because Kento’s on the verge of coming in his pants. 

But then you spin around to face him, your back pressed into the island as you gaze at him shyly and say, “I…I think I need more.”

Your eyes flick from his mouth back down to your breasts, and he cups the side of your face as he asks, “Are you sure?”

You nod, slipping your shirt off entirely and tossing it aside, and Kento’s mouth goes dry as he stares at the trails of milk leaking from your tits, wondering how he’d ever thought to call today ‘Shitty’. 

He motions toward the counter, his large hands grasping your waist to help you get seated up on top of it, fingertips hesitant to pull away from your lacy panties when he spies the wet spot over your cunt. 

Kento has never thought of himself as a greedy man. Far from it, actually. 

But the moment his mouth latches onto one of your hot, swollen breasts, pulling a shameless moan from your pretty lips as your thighs wrap around him, the sweet taste of your milk hitting his tongue, he feels fucking insatiable. 

His mind is a buzz of static as he drinks from your tits, all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, precum soaking through his boxers and slacks. Your fingers tangle in his hair, the heel of your foot pressing into his back and pulling him closer, and he groans, one hand grasping your upper thigh as he teases your nipples between his teeth and squeezes a spray of liquid onto his gluttonous tongue. 

“Feels so good, Nanami,” you whine, fingertips sliding down the front of his dress shirt, catching on each button.  

“Kento,” he exhales, licking up the milk dripping down your chest. 

“Kento,” you moan, tugging hard on the tousled blond strands that have fallen onto his forehead. 

And at the sound of your breathy, wrecked tone moaning out his name for the first time, every nerve ending in Kento’s body goes up in flames. 

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Nothing has ever felt this good. 

Nothing. 

Kento Nanami’s sinful mouth is latched onto your heavy, engorged tits, greedily drinking every spurt of breast milk that comes leaking out of you, the flow growing steadier with each lap and squeeze. 

He has no fucking clue that most of your impromptu visits to the office are actually to see him. To talk to him, if only for a few moments. Kento Nanami, who has always treated you with unfailing kindness under his sometimes brash exterior. Who extends more patience toward you than all of his coworkers combined. 

He has no idea how trapped you feel in your marriage, how often you’ve longed for the bland touch of your husband in bed to be his. 

He doesn’t know how many times you’ve brought yourself over the edge with your fingers with his face lingering in your mind, the rough, teasing sound of words you’ve imagined in his voice playing out in your head like the most sinful soundtrack you’ve ever heard. 

And now he’s grunting and moaning as he makes a mess of both of you, his lips and chin gleaming with the same wet, sticky milk that’s all over your chest and thighs and his hands and pooling on the countertop beneath you. 

It’s filthy.

It’s so fucking filthy. 

And maybe it’s wrong. 

But you’re so desperate for him. For this. You need more. You need it so badly, you can hardly breathe. Searing desire is coiled so tightly in your abdomen, you’re trembling with restraint, aching with the desire to beg him to fuck you. You know he wants it, too, though. It’s hard to miss the thick, mouth-watering outline of his cock straining against his pants, like a beacon waiting to fulfill your darkest desires. 

It’s a line you know he won’t cross unless you ask for it. 

“Kento,” you murmur again, pulling his face up to meet yours. 

“Mmm?” he asks, pupils blown wide with lust, and you can tell he’s slightly dazed, drunk off of the taste of the milk leaking from your tits. 

You lean closer, letting your lips hover over his, Kento’s breath mingling with your own as you whisper, “Please touch me.”

He gently pushes your thighs further apart, carefully running a finger over the front of your panties. His voice is a rough, gravelly sound as he asks, “Here?”

A thrill shoots up your spine at the feather-light touch. “Yes.”

“More?” he questions, his lips brushing against your mouth as he hooks a finger in your underwear and pulls them aside. 

“More,” you keen, bucking into him as his knuckles graze your clit. 

He slides a finger through your folds, visibility shuddering as he comments, “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” you pant, trying to resist the urge to shamelessly start riding his hand. 

Kento’s mouth engulfs yours in a rough, hungry kiss at the same moment he slides a thick digit into your cunt, and he swallows down the whimpering cry of pleasure that spills out of you. His lips are relentless as they slot against yours, and you arch into him, every part of your body drawn to his blazing touch on your skin. 

You can taste the remnants of your breastmilk on Kento’s lips, but you don’t care as you let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He kisses you so deeply it makes your toes curl, one hand cradling the back of your head while he stuffs a second finger into your hole. 

And just when you thought you couldn’t get any more sensitive under his touch, he dips his head back down to continue ravishing your forgotten breasts, pumping his soaked fingers in and out of your pussy all the while. 

“Kento,” you whimper, chest heaving as you press your heels into the cabinets below, every muscle in your body going taut under the onslaught of arousal coursing through you. 

“Can you come for me?” he asks, his gravelly, barely restrained tone searing itself into your mind. 

It’s the combination of his thumb massaging circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves and the sight of milk dripping down his chin as he messily drinks from you that sends you tumbling over the edge, the rubber band inside of you snapping like a whip as your orgasm washes over you. There’s an unfamiliar feeling that accompanies it, clear liquid squirting from your cunt and soaking the front of Kento’s dress shirt. 

Kento’s eyes darken a fraction as he grasps your chin, thumb pressing into your bottom lip. “Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing you. “Good fucking girl.”

Hand reaching between your bodies, you grasp his cock through his slacks, marveling at how maddeningly thick he feels. 

“I want you to fuck me now, Kento,” you tell him in no uncertain terms, rubbing your palm up and down his erection for good measure. “Fuck me like I’m a bad girl.”

Kento growls, hand palming the side of your neck, thumb caressing your collarbones, “You have no fucking clue what you do to me.”

“Show me.”

You’ve hardly had a chance to unbutton his pants before he’s slipping your panties down, stuffing them into his pocket. His hands come up to undo his tie, but rather than tossing the silky material aside, he asks, “Do you trust me?”

You nod in response, and he steps around the island, pulling your hands behind your back and tying your wrists together snugly with the yellow and black material. Anticipation zings through your chest, a fresh wave of arousal dripping from your sensitive cunt. 

“Is that too tight?”

You shake your head. “It’s perfect.”

He wastes no time in shedding the rest of his clothes, and you find yourself pressing hard against the restraints once you see his cock in all its glory, thick and flushed and so fucking big that you whimper.  

You spread your legs wide for him again as he steps between them, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against your damp slit. He notches it at your entrance, tilting your chin to his mouth and dragging your bottom lip between his teeth before he murmurs, “You’re perfect.”

Kento’s hands grasp your hips as he notches his cock at your dripping entrance, slowly easing into you. He massages your breasts, his hot mouth nipping and lapping a trail from your shoulder to the sensitive spot behind your earlobe while he pushes deeper into your cunt. When he eventually bottoms out, you’re both breathing hard, and his tie is fighting for its life to keep your wrists bound behind you. 

“Are you okay?” 

You let out a huff of air, your entire body poised to implode with the weight of the lust and pleasure raging inside of you. “Fuck me like you mean it, Kento.”

Whatever thinly veiled restraint was left in him crumbles to dust at your request, and Kento tugs you closer to the edge of the counter as he begins to pound into your cunt at a ruthless pace, splitting you open right in the middle of your kitchen. The cool marble is slick and sticky beneath you, covered in a myriad of filthy fluids that continue to leak out of you. 

“So beautiful,” he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough snap of his hips. 

“I feel like a whore,” you admit, biting your lower lip, tits bouncing heavily with his punishing thrusts. 

A short, dark laugh escapes Kento’s lips, his brows raising. He leans in, stuffing his cock deep into your cunt as he presses his mouth to yours and murmurs, “Well you’re my pretty, filthy whore.”

If your husband talked to you like this, you’d slap him. But from Kento…the liquid heat that churns in your belly is anything but anger. 

“Am I?” you ask, trying to sound as innocent as you can when he’s balls deep inside of you. 

“Yeah,” he rasps, not missing a beat as he catches on to what you want to hear. He squeezes your tits, milk squirting everywhere. “My dirty slut. You’re such a good girl, making a such a fucking mess. Squirting all over me while your tits leak everywhere.”

You gasp as he leans down, burying his face in your tits, latching on to one of your nipples and drinking deeply from you again. The combined feeling of him sucking on your breasts and the push and drag of his shaft inside of you leaves you cock drunk, begging and babbling senselessly as tears of pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Wanna put another baby in you, keep these nice and round and full for me,” he grunts, letting milk spray from your tits and leak down your bodies, dripping down his cock and coating his balls. 

The thought leaves you dizzy and breathless, keening as you imagine Kento filling you over and over with his seed. Waking up each morning to his cock already stuffed inside of you, fucking the previous night’s cum right back into your needy cunt. Tying you up to your bed posts with that goddamn tie. The satisfaction on his face when your breasts grow heavy and your belly grows round again for him, awakening something so feral inside of him he’s incapable of keeping his mouth off of your tits and his cock from the heat between your thighs whenever you’re alone. 

Rational thinking is a thing of the past as you choke out, nearly sobbing with pleasure, cunt squelching wetly as he pounds into you, “Fill me, Kento. Please.”

Kento curses, leaning in to caress the side of your face as he mutters, “My filthy girl.”

“Yours,” you pant. “I’m yours.”

He captures your mouth in a deep, heated kiss, fingers grasping your hips for purchase as he plunges into your cunt, drawing shuddering, unabashed moans out of you. “Come all over my cock then,” he instructs, his rough tone dragging down your spine, fingers toying with your clit while your pussy clenches down on every inch of him. 

And when he leans down, holding eye contact with you as he licks up a forgotten trail of milk rolling down one of your tits, there’s nothing that can stop the searing explosion of pleasure that ignites inside of you, your entire body trembling with the relentless, burning hot flood of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. 

He follows moments after you, driving his length in to the hilt as he groans, fingers gripping you tightly, his thick cock pulsing heavily inside of you as he fills your cunt deeply with ropes of cum. As fucked out as you feel, you can’t help but whine at the ceaseless arousal that stirs within your gut as your pussy quivers around the stretch of his cock, milking every drop of Kento’s seed from him. 

Kento feels you subtly rocking your hips back into him, and his answering chuckle is like warm honey as he reaches between you. He plays with your overstimulated clit, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as his seed begins to leak out of you. You moan softly, head falling against his shoulder, pleasure mounting inside of you once more. Leveraging what remains of his softening cock, he slowly fucks his cum back inside of you, his rough whispers of praise a warm caress against the shell of your ear as your entire body dissolves into one last blissful climax that leaves you completely boneless. 

You have all of two minutes to bask in the afterglow, Kento’s hands and lips tenderly mapping out your body, when the sound of your phone ringing on the countertop beside you startles you both. Your gaze meets his as you both see the unwelcome name that flashes on the screen, and he promptly flips your phone over and scoops you into his arms as he makes his way toward the living room.

“If I’m working overtime, I’m making this a double shift.”

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[kingchroma]

comfort.

࿇ summary. gun is not that good at comforting people. ࿇ pairing. gun x reader

࿇ word count. almost 1k ࿇ author's note. this is my first time posting one of my lookism drafts. i'm sorry if it's a bit ooc, i was just really writing for myself until i decided to share it with everyone. hope you enjoy! feel free to request as well on my ask box.

Gun is unsure how to comfort people.

The notion of comforting people is a foreign concept to him because all his life, the only mode of survival he knew was that the only person that he should take care of is himself. Was it selfish? Maybe, but given the way he was born and raised—how he had lived his life up to now—it was something that he had been used to. It had been second nature to him.

So when you tearfully say your woes in his arms, he’s speechless.

He's speechless in a way that he wants to tell you that it's okay to let things out—that he will wrangle those who've hurt you with his bare hands, because how dare they hurt the love of his life—that it's okay and you're not being stupid for crying in his arms, but he can't. The words, no matter how much Gun pushes them out, are lodged in his throat. And no matter what, all he can do was hum in acknowledgement and answer in grunts.

It's a bit pitiful, he thinks. He's your boyfriend, for fuck's sake! He's your lover and he wants you to feel heard because he IS hearing you out, listening to you as you sniffle, but because of his own incompetence in handling emotions and feelings—he's stuck in this position where he can't even comfort you verbally.

He loves you so much. So, so much that looking at you crying is making his heart break into several pieces. He loves you so much that even if all he can do is offer his silence, he will be there for you.

Though, Gun still thinks that he's a shit boyfriend for not being better—for not doing a greater job at comforting you.

"It's okay," you say, sniffles being heard as you look up at him, responding as if you've heard every single one of his thoughts. "You don't have to say anything, I just need you to listen."

Gun thinks his heart breaks even more because did you also think that he's incompetent in giving comfort? It's not like you thought about it in the first place—he's just overthinking because it's like a sickness that eh can't get rid of.

"I am," he says quietly, a brief response as he leans in to press a tender kiss on your hair, hand soothing your back as an attempt to calm you down. "Sorry if I can't offer much," he adds, apologetic.

Gun does feel bad. He feels like a shitty boyfriend.

Surprised at his response, you look at him, eyes slowly becoming wide. "What?" you ask. "That's not what I even wanted from you," you start before speaking again. "I just wanted to be held by you and for you to listen," you tell him. "You're doing a spectacular job at it, my love."

Gun stares at you, because how come you’re the one that’s comforting him? It’s supposed to be the other way around.

He holds you tighter. "I just feel like I can do more, but I'm having trouble with it," he clarifies, letting you know that he wants nothing more than to comfort you properly. He feels like a goddamn rock. But a hand reaches out to wipe the tears away from you cheek. "Don't comfort me, you're the one who's crying," he adds.

You chuckle, a light sniffle coming out from you. "I'm just reassuring you," you say, adjusting your position so you can look at him better. "Because I know you're going to beat yourself up. for it."

“I’m not here to cry for comfort. I just need you to hold me and listen,” you remind him again while staring into his eyes. “What are you even thinking?”

What is he even thinking? A lot of things—his mind was going through a downward spiral because: a) Why are you comforting him? b) He was supposed to be doing the comforting. And Gun wants to look away at your question, but you know—even he knows—that you have way too much power over him, that you will force him to look at you if needed be.

If it were other people who dared to touch his face, he will immediately slap their hands away—but not you, never you.

“That you might be thinking I’m not good at comforting people,” he says somberly, a bit apologetic. “That I don’t understand what you’re going through.”

“But you do,” you tell him, and he nods. “I know you do. But you’re not great at words and that’s okay with me, because your actions make up for it, my love,” you add.

“I don’t think you realize it, but the fact that you paused your tv show for me to hold me and listen to me was more than enough,” you say, giving him a small smile, irises still holding a sheen of tears. “I love you. You did a great job comforting me.”

I love you, the words repeat in his head, and Gun thinks that you're adorable even if you still have a few tears left to cry. In his head, the situation is a little dire because how on earth are you comforting him instead? You've always been so patient with him.

“I love you,” he replies quietly, holding you close as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “Jus’ wanna do my best for you. Show how much I care for you.”

You chuckle, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. “You already do. Your actions speak way louder than your words.”

“You mean that?” he asks, rubbing your arm lightly.

He thinks you’re perfect in his arms.

That you fit perfectly in his life. His precious angel.

“Mhm,” you hum. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t taken care of well.”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead this time. “Good. I intend on taking care of you for a long time.”

[destinygoldenstar]

🌟The Chad Villains Alliance Vs The Virgin Jake Hate Club🌟 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 3 Episode 12 “Hungry Like The Wolf”

A New Challenger Has Arrived.

And Riya is SHAKING.

And apparently all of my repliers HATE this man.

Which is... kinda hilarious to me cause I have no context. So many of you act like this fifty year old murdered your grandpa in cold blood or something.

Like, I'm not even the biggest Connor fan either, but that seems harsh.

I mean, Yul is RIGHT THERE to bully instead.

You don't understand guys, HE KILLED MY GRANDPA.

You know what? Let's just see where this goes.

I hope y'all had a good Easter full of peace and love. Because we're back in Disventure Camp, and on Disventure Camp, PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION.

I say as I'm hugging a bunny plushie watching this.

Yeah Connor killed your grandpas, IS OLIVER YOUR GRANDPA?

IS THE REDHEAD LADY BEING IMPERSONATED ADN THIS IS ACTUALLY CONNOR SHOVING HIM OUT OF A PLANE?

"What do you want?"

"Wanna go catch some rays?"

Oh?

Wait Gabby inviting Grett to something? Hello?

Oh is it cause she witnessed Yul abusing her? Gabby you're too precious to be a villain.

"Are you saying I could use a tan?"

"Why? No..."

I mean...

You do look like you need a break at the very least.

"I just thought we could hang out."

"Hang-hang out?"

Yeah I'm as surprised as Grett is. She's not used to casual interaction.

"That was stupid, I'll go."

"No! I mean... I guess it's better than nothing."

AAAAAAWWWWWW

"Let me get my swimsuit."

Yul's right there. He's gonna be like "EW! A SWIMSUIT?!?! BUT yOuR'e So FaT aNd UgLy! i FoRbId It!"

Yep.

Fuck you Yul, you piece of shit. Why are you still here?

I'm actually getting kinda scared Yul's gonna win. And I'm gonna hate it.

"Ahem."

"Oh. Right. I can't Gabby."

You know what? Take Yul with you and expose him to the sun the most so he gets COOKED.

I understand he's a bad guy so the show's not necessarily endorsing body shaming. Only the obvious bad guy is doing it. I know what Media Literacy is.

Doesn't mean I'm not sick of it.

Grett is beautiful in both seasons.

"I'm glad you made it. That was straight badass man."

"Oh so that's how STRAIGHTS act when they're being badass! Ah, what a nice discovery. I wouldn't know that. I'm a pesky homo."

Also Tom, were you there? I don't think you were there.

"Tommy, my boy, it's good to be back!"

Tommy?

I know he's like, half your age, but he's not a child.

"Tom is child coded" MY ASS. I don't see it. Just because Tom is incompetent with his jobs and is bad at understanding social cues DOESN'T make him child coded.

If anything, he's more autistic coded to me.

I love him though ❤️

I know he's done more harm than good, but I love him.

"Mind cluing me in?"

"We're fucked."

"Okay. Cool. Thanks."

XD

THAT'S HOW THAT WOULD GO IF WE'RE BEING HONEST.

"Jake has some unseeded issues with Ally and Aiden and, uh, a lot of people. He's a little difficult, but I don't think Jake's a bad person."

AWWWWWW ❤️💔

NO NOT MY TOMJAKE HEART! MY BROKEN BATTERED TAPED TOGETHER TOMJAKE HEART! DAMMIT I WAS LETTING GO!!

DESPITE EVERYTHING, TOM DEFENDS HIM?!

TOM, BASED DEPARTMENT?!

He's not saying he did nothing wrong. But, you know, he knows why Jake is doing what he's doing more than anyone else here.

"Jake can't be that bad, as some people say."

Cut to Jake trying to murder Aiden and Allyson.

"Dealing with Riya raised my patience to ethereal levels."

Okay yeah. Yeah Jake's not that bad.

As a stan of both of them. Riya is morally WAY WORSE.

WHY DO WE HAVE AN ASS SHOT OF THESE TWO WOMEN IN SWIMSUITS?!

I know this is an adult cartoon, so I should expect it, but goddamn. Grett's thicc.

"You shouldn't listen to Yul."

THANK YOU.

She needs to be told that over and over again!

"You should mind your own business."

"I know, but I cant stand seeing you get hurt over and over."

Aw, Gabby. Bless.

"But what do I do?"

DUMP HIS FUCKING ASS!

It HURTS how OBVIOUS the answer is!

"Have you thought about breaking up?"

See, even Gabby agrees with me.

"DUMP HIM ALREADY! FOR FUCKS SAKE LADY!"

"I don't know if I could do that."

Oh my god...

"I don't want to end up alone."

I mean I get that, but also. You have someone here willing to be your friend right now.

"Yo Grett, I'm hungry."

GO STARVE.

"So why are you bothering us?"

"Gabby shut the fuck up, nobody's talking to you."

Why did he sound like Adam from Hazbin Hotel saying that?

"Grett, go get me a Greek balsamic house salad, now!"

WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE SUPPOSED TO GET THAT?!

YOU'RE IN THE GODDAMN WOODS!

WHAT DOES SHE LOOK LIKE, A DISNEY PRINCESS?!?! ARE THE ANIMALS GONNA COOK WITH HER SINGING INSTRUCTING THEM?!

"Uh... how would I do that?"

"I don't know. That's your problem."

Hey Grett, I know some mushrooms in the woods that would be PERFECT for this salad.

HE'LL LOVE IT.

"Are you really going to let him do this?!"

Gabby's like "FOR GODS SAKE, IF YOU NEED A COOK, I CAN SING UP SOME ANIMALS!"

"Why are you trying to help her?"

Oh hi Blabby. How are you?

"That girl made your life hell last time."

Yeah. True.

Blabby's just here as the conflicting thoughts in Gabby's head.

"I know, but even she doesn't deserve this."

Yeah. Exactly.

"You think you can be friends with that creature?"

Excuse you Blabby. You too?!

"Don't you remember what she said? 'You and I are not friends, and we never will be!'"

Yeah, she did say that.

But people do change over time.

I understand why that'd be conflicting to Gabby though. Even so, this girl did hurt her in the past.

But now the girl who treated her like trash has somebody else who is treating her the same way.

And it's like "Girl, I've been there."

"I'm trying to be a good person! Leave me alone!"

Yeah Gabby's not evil.

She works with 'villains', but she isn't evil. She's just doing what is in line with her priorities.

"Okay, Yul might be the worst person I've ever met."

WOW. IT TOOK YOU TWELVE EPISODES TO FIGURE THAT ONE OUT, CHIEF? REALLY?

"His face, his voice, his everything is so PUNCHABLE!"

NO LIES DETECTED IN THAT STATEMENT!

I TOO WANT TO PUNCH THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!

I HIRED A HITMAN ON THIS MAN AND THEY NEVER SHOWED UP!

I'M GIVING YOU THE SLAY PASS SOLELY SO YOU CAN SLAY YUL, GABBY. YOU DESERVE IT.

"But I know Grett won't like that."

Who cares? You're doing her a favor.

"I'm worried Alec."

"Connor. What if he ruins everything?"

Oh, Riya's actually SCARED.

"Eh, you're overthinking it."

No. She's really not.

He's coming after her specifically.

"We can't underestimate him. I think I finally pushed him over the edge."

Yeah...

Wow, Riya being vulnerable for the first time since Season 2 is CRAZY.

And she acknowledges it's her fault.

"Like he did with you on the hang glider!"

"That's not funny!"

XD

I actually love them? Not gonna lie?

They suck as people, but they just understand each other.

As friends of course. I wouldn't mind if this was a ship. But I'm fine with it just being friends.

"Try to keep the wedge between Jake and Ally going."

GOOD LUCK. JAKE GAVE YOU THE FINGER.

He didn't, but I restructured my memory to say he did.

And if Allyson is in character, which she's not, she wouldn't buy any of it cause she knows you all suck as people.

And if Jake isn't falling for your crap anymore, Allyson DEFINATELY won't. SHE ACTUALLY KNOWS BETTER.

GOD I HOPE SHE DOES, CAUSE IF SHE DOES EXACTLY THIS, I'M GONNA THROW HANDS AND I'M NOT GETTING OVER IT.

"As long as the heroes don't come together, we should be okay."

THEY'RE NOT HEROES. THEY'RE SONS OF BITCHES.

GET IT RIGHT.

And Jake's all alone.

As he should be.

"Working hard? Or hardly working?"

Okay now I get why you guys hate Connor. DAMN DAD JOKES!

JAKE LOOKS SO DONE XD

"Oh, hey Connor. Just, uh, being alone as usual."

Awwww

I do feel bad for him. He deserves it, but I feel bad for him.

Man just wants to be loved 💔

"As usual?"

"I've made some enemies."

Hey, he acknowledges it's his fault.

My heart bleeds for him.

"So if you also don't want to be around me-"

"Uh buh buh buh buh! Say no more."

Oh. That's nice of you.

"So one grandpa killer to another, huh?"

"Man this is just like high school, haha!"

JAKE LOOKS SO UNAMUSED LMAO

"You know what? I just discovered what's worse than being alone. Being alone with YOU."

"I miss Ashley."

Awww

"I was so close to getting her back, but... freaking Alec and Fiore..."

OH-OH WHAT ARE YOU DOING-?!

YOU'RE GONNA BREAK THAT-

THAT WAS RIYA. GIVE THE QUEEN HER CREDITS WHEN IT IS DUE!

"But now I think it's time for a little payback."

Good luck man. You're never gonna get it.

"Don't you have a big fancy company to run?"

He just wants to have fun. He's not here to win.

"Most of my money's locked in foreign investments and keeping my employees happy."

I... I don't think that's what he said last time.

Makes sense, but that's not what he said last time.

"Or you know, at least from unionizing, but, let's keep that between you and me, okay?"

Alright, welp, time to call the police. And some lawyers.

Maybe his company is killing grandpas.

I know it's perfume, but you don't know what's in that perfume.

"Thanks for talking to me, Connor. Most people can't seem to stand me."

Awww. See, that's nice. Someone here doesn't hate you.

YET. Connor's not in the loop.

Can't wait to see how Jake ruins this too.

"Then it's a good thing we're sitting down, huh?"

What...?

OH. I GET IT.

"You guys ready for your next immunity challenge?"

"Do I have to? I already have immunity."

Yeah. She does. 👑

Why are she and Connor competing then? They should sit this one out. They have nothing to worry about.

"If either of them win, they can will their extra immunity win to another person tonight."

Oh, okay.

"In the forest, there is a flag, which you must all reach and try to grab."

That's it?

Oh this is gonna be a bloodbath.

"Whoever has the flag in their hand when that horn goes off wins the challenge!"

Oh okay. There is more to it.

Still gonna be a bloodbath.

Someone is coming out of this with a broken nose or something.

"You may use any resource to prevent others from taking it from you. Get creative!"

Oh god no XD

"For my next showing, to ensure I look fab with this flag, I shall utilize the flag pole itself as a BLADE! Anyone who comes near me will be SLAIN! THEIR BODIES WILL BE MY PEDASTOOL!"

NO RIYA YOU'RE BEING GIVEN TOO MUCH CREATIVE FREEDOM!

"Um... any resources? Couldn't tat get kind of aggressive?"

Aiden gets it.

BLOODBATH.

THIS IS THE HUNGER GAMES CORNUCOPIA.

"One can only hope, Aiden!"

OH THERE'S SADIST KRYSTAL!

I was wondering where she was.

I know she got development last season and is a better person, allegedly, but you know.

That was... stupidly easy.

Yeah, sure, hide in the bush.

"Ugh, where'd that asshole go?"

BRO. REALLY?!??!

YOU'RE THAT STUPID?!?!

"CURSES! NOT THE BUSH TRICK!!!"

"He's so fast!"

Not you too Grett!

Unbelievable. Both of you.

Op, yep, that hurts.

Why is the flagpole so small?

XD

"I think you gentlemen forgot who the queen was around here. Give me my crown."

OH TOM GOT IT-

Oh.

Nope.

No he didn't get it.

NUT SHOT!! WE HAVE A NUT SHOT EVERYBODY!!🎉

It's been awhile since we've had a nut shot. It's Total Drama for crying out loud.

"Run Riya! I'll keep him busy!"

Given you just hit him in the nuts, I DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU'RE IMPLYING AT ALL.

Oh no.

OH NO.

"Do you have the flag?"

What do you think?

Morons, all of you!

IT'S PRETTY DAMN OBVIOUS WHEN SOMEONE IS HOLDING A GIANT ASS FLAG IN THEIR HANDS!

YOU CAN'T EAT IT!

"Do you still hate me Aiden?"

BRUH. WHAT DO YOU THINK?

"Gee, what gave it away?"

Aiden be like:

"EVERY THOUGHT IN YOUR MIND IS DUMB. EVERY WORD YOU SPEAK IS DUMB. I PRAY THAT THE WORLD IS AGAINST YOU. YOU MAY NOTICE PEOPLE SPENDING A LOT OF ENERGY TRYING TO TEAR YOU DOWN. TAKE IT PERSONALLY."

"Would apologizing do anything?"

Aw.

Jake actually genuinely wanting to do better and make it up to him? Bless.

I don't think he's gonna take it though.

"You can tell the others you're sorry, but you keep making the same mistakes over and over."

Hey that's what Allyson said!

"Listen, I'm trying, you know?"

I know you are.

"Maybe you'll finally figure it out this time."

OOF.

FELT THAT SARCASM.

"Just don't expect me to ride the sympathy train like everyone else."

You know what?

That's fair.

You don't have to like him.

Aiden has no obligation to like Jake or sympathize with what he's going through if that's how he feels. There's nothing wrong with that.

"A-A-A-Aiden?"

What?

OH.

OH SHIT.

OKAY.

WHY IS THERE A WOLF?!?!

I say that like I didn't watch Episode 2 when they were fucking the wolf.

Guys... GUYS.

"DON'T MOVE!" *RUNS*

The wolf is a Jake and Aiden hater XD

Man, who hired a hitman after Jake? I hired one for Yul and they're not here.

"Oh Ally! Just the girl I was looking for!"

What are you doing?

You were on the same season. She's not stupid.

SHE CAN SEE THE FLAG BEHIND YOUR BACK!

"But she'll be too laser focused on my beauty to notice it! She's a bi queen!"

"What happened between you and Jake?"

"HE RUINED MY APPLE IPADS!!" 😭

"Why should I tell you anything? You're in the other alliance."

Exactly.

She's not stupid.

"You're thinking too small. These larger alliances can only get us so far."

Eh...? I don't know about that.

Black Widow Brigade.

"Strong women like us have to look out for each other."

XD

NO SHOT SHE JUST SAID THAT XD

"I recognize a queen when I see one! Come child! Be in my next showing and have a crown!"

NO RIYA SHE'S NOT A QUEEN! SHE'S JUST ALLYSON!

"Me? Strong?"

"Of course."

"Lady, you're the Evil Queen! I see right through your bullshit!"

"I can help deal with Jake. I'm tired of his immature ass."

YOU GUYS NEVER TALKED.

HOW CAN YOU BE TIRED OF SOMETHING YOU NEVER SAW?

I know you're manipulating, but Allyson can see right through it.

She's not stupid. SHE'S NOT STUPID.

"That's what I've been saying!"

SHE'S NOT STUPID.

"So, want to take him out?"

DON'T YOU DARE.

I'M IN MASSIVE DENIAL THAT YOU'RE NOT STUPID, ALLYSON.

DON'T YOU DARE. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE.

RIYA IS SUCH AN OBVIOUS BAD GUY WEARING IT ON HER SLEEVE! FOR GODS SAKE!

I don't necessarily need Jake to win. He'll go when he needs to go. I don't necessarily care if Jake gets eliminated.

What I do care about is Allyson pulling THE most DUMBASS move ever.

"Larger alliances can only take you so far! Anyway want to join our large alliance where you TOTALLY won't be the first boot of it?! WE'RE SO TRUSTWORTHY!"

LIKE, HELLO?!?!

"I guess so, but how can I trust you?"

YOU ARE NOT STUPID.

LISTEN TO ME. YOU ARE NOT STUPID.

Oh yeah, give the girl immunity trick.

That totally makes you trustworthy and is totally not a classic manipulation tactic /s

What did I say earlier?

"I recognize a queen when I see one! Come child! Be in my next showing and have a crown!"

"Have a crown, my gamer girl child! I will help you ascend!"👑

"Consider it a will of good faith."

Wow.

"EVERY THOUGHT IN YOUR MIND IS DUMB. EVERY WORD YOU SPEAK IS DUMB."

Allyson Amber, you make it harder and harder with every episode NOT to hate you! I AM FIGHTING HERE! I DON'T WANT TO HATE YOU! YOU'RE MAKING IT HARD!!

I genuinely DO NOT WANT to hate Allyson. But she's making it hard cause she's been really pissing me off all season so far.

Do not make me THAT asshole. Do not make me that asshole that loves the guy but hates the woman. DON'T MAKE ME THAT ASSHOLE DISVENTURE CAMP!!

OH MY GOD XD

THEY'RE SO DEAD.

Allyson, Riya, you don't have to do anything! The wolf will do your job for you!

Unfortunately Aiden's gonna get caught in that too. But hey, maybe that's a sacrifice you're willing to make.

WHERE IS THE STAFF?! THIS IS ON TV! SHOULDN'T SOMEONE ON THE STAFF HELP THEM OUT SO THEY DON'T DIE?!

OLIVER!!! HEEEELLLP!!!

"There's gotta be a way out!"

IN THE WOLF'S MOUTH-

I'm sorry.

"Oh face it! We're gonna die up here!"

Honestly, most of us would lie and say we'd be Aiden in this situation,

Most of us are Jake. I would be at least if a serial killer was at my door.

*Technical Difficulties*

SOMETHING DID DIE.

MY FUCKING MOUSE.

MY MOUSE JUST DIED XD

THE WOLF ATE THE SENSOR I GUESS XD

Oh no, the stakes are real. Jake and Aiden are next. My mouse was the wolf's appetizer. XD

"Maybe I can lower myself-"

NOPE. DON'T EVEN TRY THAT.

"Nevermind."

Yeah. Don't you dare.

"Well, at least we have some apples to prolong our death..."

XD

THAT IS A MOOD.

Also, damn this bitch is HUNGRY.

"We're about to DIE, and you're thinking about food?!"

"Shut the hell up man, I'm starving! I haven't eaten since... since..."

Fuck when was the last time he ate?

"SINCE FOREVER!"

"I haven't eaten apples in days."

Oh not you too.

Also how? You lived near them.

"Tom has been catching wild game."

Yeah but that doesn't mean you can't eat apples.

"Wait, that's it!"

"..what?"

😂👏

HE'S ACTUALLY SUCH A MOOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

OH FINALLY JAKE EATS SOMETHING! I CAN FINALLY SHUT UP ABOUT THIS!

"Screw Tom. Screw Aiden. Screw my family. Screw everyone in this damn planet. I LOVE YOU APPLE."

You're about to die, but sure. Die with some sustenance in your body at the very least.

Is this karma? Cause he rejected the apples from Allyson earlier this season?

"I need you to distract the wolf for a few seconds."

Okay?

With his body?

He just leaves Jake there and gets out himself XD

"Bye bitch! You suck anyway! Have fun being wolf food!"

"Throw those apples at his head until I'm ready."

Okay? Where are you going with this?

"Uh... are you gonna try to outrun that thing?"

Aiden, I love that you're coming to your own, but let's be real now. You're not doing that.

"Who do you think you are? Usain Bolt?"

*looks it up*

Oh that's a real person. Okay.

"Can I trust you with that Jake?"

OOF.

OH THEY WORDED IT LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE.

Oh this is a TRIAL.

Can you trust AIDEN to not GET YOU KILLED?

Jake, what are you going to do here?

"I could die if you don't listen to me."

Yeah.

What are you gonna do Jake?

TRUST AIDEN. HE MAY HATE YOU, BUT HE HAS THE MORAL DECENCY TO NOT LEAVE YOU TO DIE.

TRUST HIM.

"THAT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE!!"

He's freaking out.

COME ON, JAKE. DO THE RIGHT THING!!

"Can I trust you?!"

COME ON. PLEASE!

"Okay... okay."

COME ON!!

OH HE DID IT!

OH GOD AIDEN BE CAREFUL!

"Wanna taste of this?"

...okay. OKAY.

THE WOLF IS GAY! NOOO!!!

OH. OKAY.

I GET IT NOW.

OH MY GOD THEY DID IT!! 👏

THEY SLAYED A WOLF!!

Also AIDEN COMING TO HIS OWN AND BEING THE SMART AND CONFIDENT ONE IN THE SITUATION?

JAKE GETTING REDEPMPTION BY PUTTING HIS FEELINGS ASIDE TO HELP THEM BOTH?!

LET'S GO!!! 👏

"This morning I accompanied Tom to set some new traps."

Ah. So you have Tom to thank.

"You guys really spend a lot of time together..."

Awwww.

"A-anyway, I'm going to keep looking for the flag..."

"U-uh, yeah, yeah, same here."

Oh that ended awkwardly.

Okay Allyson you're just stupid.

Why would you leave it out in the open?!

Everyone's fighting.

Fighting.

More fighting.

"Tom took it from me!"

"Just like he took Ellie away."

Oof.

"But Riya, I have a new target."

"I'm so sick of Yul! We need to get rid of him."

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

YES PLEASE!!!!

YES PLEASE!!!!

OH MY GOD CAN WE GET RID OF HIM?!??!?!?! PLEASE?!?!?! IS IT TIME?!??!

"Not tonight."

"Why? He's so rude to Grett. We can't be allowing him to do that."

They need one more non-villain out first. THEN they're in a safe enough position to do that.

Riya's logic is perfectly sound.

But I'm on Gabby's side! NOW NOW NOW!!

"We need his vote. FOR NOW."

I like the FOR NOW.

Riya hates him too.

BUT ALSO, SHE'S LOGICAL.

"We get out Tom. He got rid of your girlfriend!"

UH OH.

I get it, he's strong. But also, I love Tom.

"To be honest, I'm not that mad anymore."

Yeah, I get that.

She was having a manic episode. I'm not surprised it's in its falling action.

😂

OH THAT FACE.

OH THAT FACE!

THAT'S BEAUTIFUL!

That's going in my folder. I'm keeping that one.

"Everyone plays this game so emotionally."

YES.

YES THEY DO.

You just for this alone, Riya earns her win. This game is on easy mode for her, I swear.

"Why is she focusing on Grett's happiness over her strategy?"

Because they're not like you, Riya. They don't force down and bury how they feel.

Yes you're logical and you're hyper focused on the prize at hand, but not everyone in the game is gonna get that, especially since only one can win.

"That's so... stupid!"

I love that as characterization for Riya though. She can't comprehend such behavior because she's buried her own.

"Have you seen the flag?"

Oh hey.

Wait...

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.

NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!

NO!!!

NOOOO!!!!!

THIS MAN SHOVED THE FLAGPOLE UP HIS ASS!!!

NO GOD PLEASE NO!!!!! NO WAY!!!!

NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO-

😭😂😭

I'M CRYING.

MY FACE IS FLUSHED AND I'M CRYING!!

HOW DID THEY GET AWAY WITH THAT?!?!?

I CAN'T UNSEE THIS NOW!!

I'M GONNA FOREVER NOW SEE CONNOR WITH A FLAG SHOVED UP HIS ASS!

I HATE IT. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT.

So this is why y'all hate Connor so much. I get it now. DISHONOR. DISHONOR TO HIM.

UNHOLY BEHAVIOR, MAN!

"I really need this immunity."

Yeah, pretty much.

"With Riya safe, I'm sure I'm the next target for the heroes."

I agree.

"Alec, we never talked about what happened."

What happened?

Oh. The alliance and him not being involved?

"I won't forget you voting for me."

I-yeah, sure. Fair.

"I thought we were friends, man."

Yeah they are friends. Or were? I don't know.

"I did it to save you."

Save him?

OOOOOHHH I GET IT.

Alec was the one who said Riya was toxic and Connor needed to be away from her. So he joins forces with her and gets Connor out to save Connor, and he sees himself as toxic too-

That makes sense.

I am following Alec's logic.

"Being around Riya wasn't healthy for you, and I knew it was the only way you'd get better."

I can only look Alec in the eyes right now.

I DON'T LIKE THE CAMERA ANGLE SHOWING IN FRONT OF THE SCREEN, A FLAG SHOVED UP CONNOR'S ASSHOLE.

"So you really only did it to help me move on from her?"

YES.

"Absolutely! And now look at you! I'm so glad you're back!"

Awwwwwww❤️

Why though?

"What do you have there?"

Oh he noticed.

*I imagine saying this in Alec's deadpanned voice*

"Why do you have a flag pole shoved up your ass?"🤨

OKAY THANK YOU.

I'm less happy that Alec got immunity, just GLAD THE FLAG IS OUT OF CONNOR'S ASS.

*realizes*

THAT'S DISGUSTING, ALEC. PUT THAT DOWN!! YOU KNOW WHERE IT'S BEEN!!!

OH NICE!

THAT'S A NICE REWARD!

"Choose one player to join you."

Oh nice.

Who do you want to ask out to dinner XD

"You better pick correctly."

OKAY, SO NOT YOU.

"Well, one of the few people I'm sure won't be voted out is Riya. So I choose her."

OOOOOOHHHH!!!!!

YOU ASKED THE QUEEN OUT????

ALEC. ALEC. 😏

ALEC I SEE YOU. ASKING RIYA OUT ON A DATE.❤️

"Free dinner? With the one guy I actually like around here? Don't mind if I do."

"Thank you, Alec."

And she thanks the gentleman. 👑

WASH YOUR HANDS FIRST THOUGH!! ALEC!!

"I have plans tonight, so Trevor will take care of the voting elimination."

Oh. Okay. Change of pace.

"Trevor? I thought we were all going out together."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Oh yeah.

I forgot cause I don't give a fuck about this subplot.

NEXT!

"If things go my way, it'll finally wipe that smug grin off Riya's face."

YEAH WELL SHE HAS A HOT DINNER DATE WITH YOUR FORMER FRIEND AFTER THIS. SCREW YOU!

For tonight at least.

"Aiden, Jake, a word?"

Oh?

"What do you think you're doing, Connor?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

She can sniff a hero a mile away. It's a gross scent to her.

"I SMELL HEROICS! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!! HOW DARE YOU SMUGGLE THAT INTO CAMP!!"

"That idiot does realize he's screwed once that immunity wears off, right?"

Yep. Pretty much.

"Ugh, are you gonna make me work with Ally?"

I know, right?

"See?! Jake's impossible!"

THIS EPISODE HAS PROVEN OTHERWISE, AND YOU WERE GUNNING FOR HIM BEFORE ANY OF THIS, SO YOU CAN JUST NOT RIGHT NOW.

"Now I spent the afternoon talking with each of you, and you know what I learned?"

"All of you fucking SUCK. HOLY SHIT. THIS GROUP YOU HAVE IS A NIGHTMARE!"

"We hate Jake?"

😂

OKAY, ALLYSON NEEDS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP.

BUT ALSO, THAT WAS FUNNY.

Rule Number 1 Of Merge Camp: FUCK JAKE! WE HATE HIM!!

"I learned you're all a bunch of losers."

😂

NO HE ACTUALLY SAID IT!!

😂

"YOU ALL SUCK ASS!!! WHY DID I COME BACK TO THIS NIGHTMARE?!?!"

"Yeah! You heard Connor! We're all a bunch of- wait what?"

😂

I FUCKING LOVE TOM.

"YEAH! WE SUCK! WOOHOO!!!"

Is this scene a comedy?

"I'm not going to pretend I know what you guys have been through."

Uh, rundown:

Internet basics.

Bullying.

Serious mental abuse.

And PTSD from being kidnapped and tortured.

...YEAH I KNOW, WAIT WHAT?!

"Fifty years on this Earth has taught me one important lesson: People don't always get what they deserve."

Oh?

"You can't sit around bickering aimlessly and expect things to get done."

THANK YOU.

"It's not that easy, Connor."

"I have serious issues. I want to, but I can't. I need help."

"Jake, you mentioned my company earlier. You know how that company started? Thirty years ago, in my roommate's garage with two hundred bucks in my bank account."

That sounds very unrealistic.

I thought Connor was rich. That's what he said last season.

"I built my company from the ground up, never asked for a dime from my folks."

...I don't believe you. Is that wrong?

You make it sound so easy when it's not.

I do think he founded the company, but I'm calling it right now: This is a HALF TRUTH. He's hyping himself up for doing more than he actually did to make a point here.

"If you want something bad enough, you'll do whatever it takes."

Allyson's like "Well you know what I want that bad? FOR JAKE TO BE DEAD."

"That includes working with people you can't stand. It's not about who deserves to win All Stars, it's about who wants it the most."

👏

THANK YOU!!

I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR HOW LONG NOW?!?!

WHAT DO YOU WANT THE MOST?!

Jake, you want to be loved and find companionship, and be a better person.

Aiden, you want to rise to your own as a strong competent person.

Tom, you want to make up for your past mistakes and be there for the people you love and care about.

Allyson, you want to... I guess snap the Internet out of existence?

I don't know.

"That's why despite the villains being conniving backstabbers, they continue to vote together."

No shit Sherlock.

"Seems they want this money more than we do."

Yeah. I'll say.

"Now, is that true?"

"No! I want to win!"

Well you've done a shit job at convincing me that.

It really feels like her only priority is to hurt Jake.

But HOPEFULLY, this is a huge wakeup call for her.

"The fight is never over unless you let it! And... if me standing here in front of you isn't proof of that, I don't know what is."

YES CONNOR!! SLAY!!!👏

"I guess I'd be willing to work with Jake if he is."

BUT YOU ALL NEED TO COOPERATE.

"Same here."

JUST COOPERATE, ALLYSON. THAT IS ALL THAT IS BEING ASKED HERE. GOD...

This girl, I swear.

"You're right Connor, we can do this!"

ALRIGHT! LET'S GO!!!

"I gotta hand it to Connor, it's so refreshing to see everyone on the same page. Hopefully Jake sticks to the plan."

YEAH WE HAVE OUR EYES ON HIM.

WATCHING YOU LIKE A HAWK.

"Maybe no one else does, but... I have faith in him."

AWWWWWWWWW ❤️

PLEASE MAKE UP.

"Uh, Derek, before you go."

"There's something important that I really want to tell you."

I'm glossing over most of this because very little of interest is happening.

CAN WE JUST GET TO THE ELIMINATION??

THANK YOU!

What's gonna happen here?

I feel like the non-villains have to get a leg up here.

Gabby wants Yul gone. I think she's gonna flip and get out Yul.

PLEASE.

PLEASE LET IT BE YUL!!

Where did the music go?

"Now usually Derek would do this intro, but he's off having fun. Sure he invited me, but whatever! Not like I have feelings or anything! Not like I was looking forward to tonight and suffered for weeks of torture of testing challenges!!"

😳

...you uh... you good man?

WAIT YOU'RE VOTING GABBY?!?!?!?

WHY?!?!?!

SHE'S YOUR BEST CHANCE AT A FLIP!!!

WHY GABBY? WHY NOT YUL?!?!?

I WANT YUL GONE!

Wouldn't Yul make more sense because Gabby was a flipper and could flip back later? Meanwhile Yul has no shot at redemption whatsoever?

"Not sure if you're still mad about the Ellie vote, but I can't have you pointing fingers anymore."

BRUH. NO.

I DON'T WANT GABBY GONE!!! NOOOO!!!

...

WAIT NO THEY ARE GOING FOR TOM!!!

WAIT NO I DON'T WANT EITHER OF THEM TO GO!!!

I already hate where this is going.

I'm gonna lose someone I love no matter what.

GODDAMMIT YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN RID OF YUL!! WHY?!??!!

"Time for that ninja to go back to... where are ninjas from? CAMBODIA!"

Oh yeah she called him a ninja last season XD

I love you Gabby.

'GABBY'

Uuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh

I HATE THIS.

'TOM'

I hate this so much.

I don't want either of them to go!!!

Especially not over Yul!!!

'GABBY'

Oh my god...

I have a feeling it's gonna be Gabby, just cause of the narrative setup. Goddammit.

SHE WAS MY WINNER PICK!!!

'TOM'

'TOM'

'TOM'

OH SHIT.

UNLESS SOMEONE FUCKED IT UP.

SOMEONE FUCKED IT UP, DIDN'T THEY?!?

'GABBY'

This is actually kind of intense.

'GABBY'

That's four each.

SOMEONE FUCKED UP. WHO WAS IT?!?

OH SHIT WHO IS IT?!?!?

WHO FUCKED IT UP?!?!?!

'TOM'

OH SHIT

😨

OH IT'S GONNA BE TOM!!!

"The person voted out of Disventure camp is..."

😨

"Nobody! Gabby is our last vote and we have a tie!"

😩

OH MY GOD THEY ACTUALLY DID IT!!!

THEY ACTUALLY COOPERATED!!!

NO BUT THAT MEANS GABBY'S GONNA BE GONE?!?!?! SHIT!!! THE PRICE!!!!

"Um, I guess we'll have a tiebreaker!"

Not rock paper scissors again! I swear to god!

Tom's gonna win this because they set up the narrative of this being the villain's downfall. So we're gonna lose him.

Unless Gabby flips next episode...?

"So that other alliance actually managed to band together."

"Well I'll be damned."

"Jake kept his word. Huh..."

I know right?!

He's actually getting character development and is being better!

Seriously, Jake is actually the best character here.

OH YOU LOCKED THEM UP! I DON'T LIKE THAT!

Oh it's like a prison break.

Yeah Tom's got this. He's a cop. He's not gonna fuck this up.

UUUUUGGGGHHH BUT I DON'T WANT EITHER OF THEM TO GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!😭

WHY COULDN'T YUL BE THE ONE IN THE CAGE?!?!😡

"How can we help her?"

Oh, Riya caring about Gabby?

I mean, it's probably just for her own game's sake. Still.

Hey, are you allowed to leave the bleachers?

"Gabby, double knot everything."

I-

I feel like she already knows that. She's a delinquent.

That advice is just, "WELL DUH."

"I think I got it!"

OH DON'T TELL ME HIS IS GONNA BREAK!

GET IT!! GET IT!!!!

GET IT TOM!!!!

"Come on Tom, you're almost there!!"

JAKE'S CHEERING YOU ON!!!

COME ON TOM!!! GET THE KEY!!!!

NO!!!! NO IT BROKE!!!!! GODDAMMIT!!!!!

USE THE STICK AND DRAG IT TO YOU!!!

GABBY'S GOT IT!!!

UUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHH I DON'T KNOW WHO TO ROOT FOR HERE!!!!!!!

NO I BROKE AGAIN?!?! HOW??!?!?!

HOW DO YOU FUCK THIS UP??!? YOU'RE A COP GODDAMMIT!!!!

"It's not gonna hold!"

OH NO.

THEY'RE BOTH GONNA LOSE IT!

"Maybe you should have tripled."

YUL SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE IN THE CAGE!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH....

OH THIS IS CLOSE!!!!!

COME ON!!!!!

"I GOT IT!"

OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL RIGHT NOW.

I FUCKING LOVE GABBY AND I'M GLAD SHE'S STAYING...

BUT I ALSO LOVE TOM. SO THIS JUST SUCKS.

Oh god, my head and my heart...

So, they still lost.

They formed together at long last, A TRIUMPHANT MOMENT OF UNITY AND THEM FINALLY LEARNING THE LESSON.

THEY STILL LOST.

AND NOW THEY'RE JUST BACK TO SQUARE ONE OF THE VILLAINS DOMINATING.

ALL OF THAT BUILD UP DID NOT MATTER.

"Oh... don't be sad my friend."

OH GABBY, BLESS.

YOU'RE A SWEETHEART.

Why did y'all vote Gabby again? YOU COULD'VE VOTED YUL! TOM COULD'VE BEATEN HIM EASILY!

"The guys at the station are never going to let me live it down that I lost a prison break challenge."

OH YEAH XD

A COP FAILED A PRISON BREAK CHALLENGE.

A COP FAILED A PRISON BREAK CHALLENGE.

THIS IS WHY YOU FAIL AT EVERY JOB YOU GET, TOM.

YOU'RE JUST A FAILURE.

"I'm sorry I got carried away, Tom."

Awwwwwww

Finally, she apologizes!

Hey, maybe she flips next episode. Maybe there is hope after all in the form of HER.

"Aw, I can't stay mad at you Gabs. That's the game, and you played it well."

"Thanks for keep being my friend!"

BLESS.

BLESS BOTH OF THEM.

NOW I'M SAD.

HOW CAN THIS GET ANY SADDER?!

"This sucks. I... guess I'll... see you soon Tom."

OH JAKE!!! 💔

YEAH. NOPE. IT CAN GET SADDER.

THEY'RE NOT GONNA GET TO MAKE UP NOW!!! I HAVE TO WAIT TILL THE ENDING FOR A SCENE WITH THEM?!?!?

Good, cause I don't ship them. No. No. I don't. No I don't.

"Did our talk mean nothing? Keep on fighting."

Awwwww look at that development.

"Ally, Connor, Aiden, it was a pleasure meeting you. And Jake..."

💔😭❤️

*GOLDEN.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING*

OH MY GOD NO! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!! NOT NOW!!!!!

"I promise, when this is over, I'll finally clear the air. You won't have to worry about me dodging you anymore. I'm sorry for the pain I caused, Jake."

😭

HE FINALLY APOLOGIZED!!!! AT THE END!!!! 😭

I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!!! I CARE ABOUT THEM!!!!!!

I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY SHIP UNLESS I'M JOKING! THIS IS NOT NORMAL!!!

"Tom... I..."

"Wow, look at the time!"

OH FUCK YOU TREVOR!!! FUCK OFF!!!

UUGGGGHHH MY HEART...

NOOOO I'VE GROWN TO REALLY LOVE YOU, TOM!!!

That dinner looks really good though.

OH.

OH HELLO.

Hey, Krystal scored a man. That's nice.

"Oh... uh... Derek, did you not put a sock on the door?"

It's a tent.

"Door? Krystal, it's a tent."

Yeah.

"Are you two... dating?"

"Something like that."

Hey that's awesome!

I don't a fuck about either of these interns. But I'm happy for Krystal.

Oh Trevor's crying...

His VA killed it this episode. I just wish I felt for the character at all.

But uh... I don't.

*Gets a Satsuma Day Light Ad*

XD

OH MY GOD THE AD AT THE END!

We've actually been ad free this whole episode.

TREVOR'S GONNA PLAN AN ASSASSINATION ON THIS SHIP!!!

THE LITERAL SHIP!!!!

Oh my heart otherwise.

I really thought the non-villains were gonna pull that off. Ngl.

Why are you gonna have all this build up on everyone finally putting their differences aside and working together, if its not gonna matter in the end?

They lost a member. The villains have the majority again. NOTHING CHANGED.

The only thing I can guess as to why they did this is because they want Gabby to flip back and be their savior instead. Which, okay.

Dammit I'm gonna miss Tom though. Why not Yul?! WHY?!?!

He was frustrating for the beginning cause I didn't understand what they were doing with him at first. But I stuck it out, let him talk. And the reason behind his actions make sense for his character, it played a focal point in both his character development and the story's development. And we saw some new layers to Tom and a new side of him. And I really liked him.

Again, I love flawed messy characters. So he did win me over in the end.

Props to both him and Jake though and acknowledging they both fucked up. Jake actually put everything aside and put faith in Aiden, which is a HUGE step forward.

And, look, what Tom did was horrible, but the show knows it is. Because what does he do? He gets called out. HE TAKES ACCOUNTABILITY, APOLOGIZES, AND SWEARS TO MAKE IT RIGHT.

That's so much maturity he has there to recognize this.

More so than OTHER people here.

But it is Jake's choice whether or not he forgives him though. That's what it comes down to.

God I'm imagining 'It's Quiet Uptown' now.

I wish he apologized SOONER though. That apology scene broke my heart. But that's because he was leaving.

I really want to see Tom, somehow, actually put in the effort and keep his word that he's going to be honest and be there for Jake from now on. Which I don't see this happening unless Jake is a finalist and Tom helps him or something. Jake being a finalist at this point IS possible though.

Connor is a comeback character so he won't be a finalist. Aiden, no. Riya, no, unfortunately. I still think Gabby is a major contender.

It would HURT MY ASS if Yul was a finalist though. HELL NO.

My winner pick is still Gabby.

[cynon777]

I forgot how goddamn funny, and how goddamn insufferable, H.B. is in Xenoblade Chronicles X. He's such a callous little piece of shit with borderline wrecker behaviors. The humans are refugees, and he's insisting on doing duplicate labor in an unnecessary ego contest?

So why is that such a big deal? Humans have been on Mira for two months-ish, and are having so many manpower shortages that you get interactions like this one...

BLADE isn't really "incompetent" when they're understaffed. Hell, they lied about how many people they found when Elma found us in Primordia. BLADE claimed they found ten more people, when they only found us. Everyone's working longer hours (because they *have* to) and it's raised a lot of tensions in NLA.

Which brings me back to H.B.'s behavior and insistence on doing duplicate labor because he's "too good" for menial tasks. Attitudes like his are dangerous, and he's clearly a bit of a sociopath. H.B.'s not really a great companion, either.

DC Douglas does a wonderful job with his voiceover.

[tyrantisterror]

THANK YOU for the Harry Potter tirade, particularly the part pertaining to snakes! It always drove me crazy how everyone acted when Harry revealed he could take to snakes! Because you know Ireland is like RIGHT over there & it’s not like a particularly famous saint had supposedly spoken to a bunch of snakes or anything… Though how do you feel about “muggle” or “no-maj”? Pretty sure the first one is in the dictionary now…

If you mean "how do I feel about the concept of nonmagical people in a setting where some people have magic," I think it's fine.

If you're asking "what do you think about the Terf Queen inventing several new slurs for her fantasy setting," I think it's... a little concerning given the rest of her writing, but technically valid world-building. We have an abundance of evidence that cultures do love making up many different slurs for people they want to ostracize and other.

If you're asking about how muggles work within the setting re: the whole inheritance theme I was talking about... yeah, actually they should be in that conversation too, because it's another way the narrative seems to be broken in favor of Voldemort's viewpoint. Harry Potter's wizarding world is a setting where some people, by dint of their birth, are just objectively better than other people in every way thanks to magic. Magic isn't something you earn, it's something you're born with - a gene you're either lucky enough to get or cursed forever for lacking. Wizards get to live a far easier life (even the poor ones can make multi-story houses to live in thanks to magic) than any "muggle," and are portrayed as justified in keeping the benefits of magic all to themselves.

Voldemort's faction is only "wrong" because they take the subjugation of muggles from a passive act to an active one - rather than allow them to suffer and die from things wizards could do away with a literal wave of their hand, they actively kill muggles and deny wizards born from muggle parents their "rightful" place.

If you live in the Harry Potter world, you a rigidly assigned a place in society by your genes, your personality traits are simplistic and concrete enough that a piece of clothing can define you by them without error, and any attempt to defy the labels assigned to you by your birth is an act of evil. You are what you inherit and can hope for *nothing* more. Which, in addition to being so incoherent narratively when these are literally the things the villain believes, is also just a really fucked up message.

Like, I don't even hate the series - I grew up with it and have a lot of fond memories of it despite all the foul shit the author has done since - but goddamn it is bleak if you actually try to analyze it as a coherent work. It's honestly more charitable to say it's just an incompetently plotted mess.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #477 (Part 1)

Okay. So. It is the first day of our trip to Oregon. We are currently somewhere in Pennsylvania, in the lounge of a small airport:

We're safe, first and foremost. Don't you worry!

But... I do have like a million pictures to show you, so today's letter is probably gonna come in lots and lots of parts. Though, somehow, I think you probably won't be sad about that; I imagine it gets pretty lonely over at the Edge of Creation or wherever you are.

The morning started simply enough. We gathered up the last-minute things and put them in the plane – my CPAP and related things, hygiene stuff, and things of that nature, easy peasy. We stopped at a local convenience store chain for a snack; I was pretty stoked about seeing a new milkshake flavor!!

My breakfast was not one of champions, but it worked to prevent me from being hungry:

...And yes, that is a plush of you, and yes, I do carry him everywhere, whenever I'm not in the house. Of course he's coming on this trip with us; what do you take me for?

...Naturally, I wish it was you, instead. But we can't always get what we want, now can we?

J's parents and sister came by to see him off. I felt... frustrated at them. Frustrated because they're the reason why J doubts himself so much, why part of him always thinks he makes bad decisions, and why part of him thinks he can't really pull a trip like this off.

Like... you gonna sit here and raise this boy into a man who thinks he's fundamentally unlikable, incompetent, and incapable, only to later pretend like you've been nothing but encouraging and supportive all along when he finally fucking proves you wrong?

...Man, the fuck out of here with that. Waaaaay the hell over there is where we go with that garbage. Goddamn.

Nonetheless, I mostly kept to myself. Tried my best to interact minimally with them. It doesn't help that they've made how they feel about me very clear already, over the years. And then... J's sister came at me, wanting a hug, or a handshake, or a fistbump as though she didn't literally call J a piece of shit a number of weeks ago without apologizing for it.

I shook my head and stepped away when she came at me for affectionate physical contact; I don't do that with people I don't feel like I am safe and understood with. And when she looked hurt and confused, I told her flat out that my stance will change if she apologizes to J for the awful shit she said to him. From there, she nodded sadly and backed away.

...I guess we'll see what she does.

It was very cold this morning, so it took several tries for J to get the plane to start. But we did, and it was good!

...I'll dump more pictures of the scenery during our flights later, I promise. Look for them in parts 2, 3, or maybe even 4 of this letter. I can only include 30 at a time, you see.

We got up in the air shortly thereafter, and flew to a place called Towanda, which is in Pennsylvania. World's End State Park is over there, you see, and that was one of the places Daniel stopped at, when he made his fateful trip to Oregon on his motorcycle.

...I wish he was still with us. I wish he hadn't been killed by a careless driver.

At the Bradford County Airport, which is in Towanda, and which is where we stopped, there are “courtesy cars” that pilots are allowed to use in order to get to places. But more importantly, there was this very good boy named Kenai:

He is very eager to be pet by visitors! He is also very eager to go outside! He's just a very eager boy, in general, and getting to meet him was an absolute delight!

J and I made our way to the World's End State Park after that. And there was this little stream that I thought was neat:

...So I went on the rocks and got a closer look!

I even got this cute little video for you, in case you miss the way running water looks and sounds...

The river opened up into an area where people swim when it's warmer outside. And I thought... this water needs a mermaid. And I wished I could be that mermaid. Alas.

We walked along a couple of pathways, and on one of the pathways, I found a very handsome mossy rock:

The moss on it was handsome, too, so I got a close-up of it:

Then I found another mossy rock!!

...It was very good!!

The place also had a museum of the local fauna, which we eagerly checked out! Here's just their opening display:

...There's so much more to this place than just this, though, so I'm gonna end this part here and get on with the next one!

I love you!! See you in a bit!!

Your friend, Lumine

[beforus-for-real-justice]

it's like. okay. with CULLING, in MY OPINION this is shit you REALLY need to talk about IN DETAIL because there are SO MANY DIFFERENT FACTORS and so much shit complicating the other shit! i try and not get into it USUALLY because everyone's situation is ALWAYS really different! sometimes rules that SEEM strict and insane to you are actually working perfectly FOR THOSE PEOPLE or situations that LOOK WEIRD are ok in THAT SPECIFIC SCENARIO. and sometimes they're not. i've actually looked into this A LITTLE not a whole fucking lot so i'm not an EXPERT but i think BASICALLY if im going to really fucking oversimplify shit we have a problem with REGULATION and with the fucking with how shit is ENFORCED and with how they choose WHO gets culled and if they're allowed to STOP being culled or not too. BASICALLY there's TOO MUCH pressure on people who GET CULLED its AUTOMATICALLY ASSUMED that if you end up CULLED you ABSOLUTELY needed it and trying to get OUT of that situation even if you're FULLY CAPABLE of LIVING ON YOUR OWN and want to can be REALLY COMPLICATED and the PAPERWORK to do it is STUPID and the people who oversee cases are STUPID and a lot of CULLERS are STUPID and they'll LIE and then everyone ALWAYS listens to the CULLER and NEVER TO THE CULLEE because they think if they've BEEN CULLED then they don't know shit about fuck!!! AND OBVIOUSLY THAT'S STUPID AS HELL! and dumb as shit. the whole thing where ANYONE who gets culled is basically ALWAYS assumed to be TOTALLY INCOMPETENT and anyone who CULLS is assumed to be TOTALLY PERFECT FOREVER is obviously stupid because thats not how shit WORKS in the real world!!! and if you've ever looked into CULL HOARDING you'll realize PRETTY FUCKING GODDAMN FAST that they don't always make sure the people doing the culling are even STABLE ENOUGH to do it or doing it for the RIGHT REASONS. BUT!!! if you say you just want to ABOLISH CULLING all together you leave out people who NEED to be culled. who LIKE their cullers, and NEED THEM, and have ACTUALLY NOT SHITTY GARBAGE ONES! and OBVIOUSLY those trolls aren't gonna wanna listen to you if you're telling them their FRIEND that's doing a GREAT JOB is ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY an abusive piece of garbage. PLUS THERES A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER SHIT BUT THE POST IS SO FUCKING LONG ALREADY!!! AND THAT'S WHY I SAID IT'S COMPLICATED!

[ayosdesignz-blog]

Spoilers for across the Spiderverse I guess.

Finally watched Across the Spiderverse and despite the spoilers and observations I'd read beforehand, I'm offended by both Spot and Miguel.

Like...to the point I don't understand why the content I came across generally really liked them? Miguel especially. FUCK Miguel. Good guy my ass. Dude has practically built a cult. And he's the unquestioned head who's word is law and doesn't have to listen to anyone just because.

I don't understand the vehement and persistent hate these 2 GROWN ASS MEN have towards a damn 14-now 15 year old boy. A goddamn child.

Both keep victim blaming and pushing and projecting their mistakes, the wrong doings of others, the plot of fucking KINGPIN onto him and I just DON'T understand. Miles literally did NOTHING wrong to get this kind of vitriol from a pair of strangers who Actually know what's up. Or that claim to anyways.

Spot over here claiming to be the scientist that made/had the spider that made Miles Spiderman. He also basically admitted to being one of the evil scientists that was under goddamn Kingpin's employ. The same Kingpin who cooked up and pressed and demanded his selfish world destroying demands be met. Yet he wants to blame the scared child who was literally only defending himself and trying to do good by helping to stop more ppl (including that family he claims he lost but had actually rejected him for reasons) don't die. Why is he not mad at his boss? Former boss? Why is he not taking responsibility for losing the spider experiment? Yet he wants credit in making the newest spiderman? Why does he want to make a literal child the root of his problem instead of literally any of the adults it could've been...like other Peter?

Only thing I can think of is that he's such a sad pathetic piece of incompetent shit that a damn (mostly)clueless child was the only target he could shift blame too and feel like he could properly threaten and win against. Only to be proven wrong and have the audacity to be offended that the child he's failing to harm doesn't take him seriously nor accept the false responsibility of his own problems he's trying to place on Miles.

And then there's Miguel's bitch ass.

Acting all knowing and despite being aware of the facts that Miles is OBJECTIVELY not at fault or aware of any problems (aside from Spot) is unnecessarily rude and hostile towards him from the very start.

And when he calms down enough to actually talk and explain some things like a rational person, it's essentially to give his own crazy (and mildly horrifying from implications cuz STALKER USURPER ALERT) sob story so he can tell a kid to let his dad be killed "because the worlds will end otherwise" and basically imply that since Miles saved Captain Singh they'll have to murder that cop to make things "right".

And then later, when he catches Miles outside after that ridiculous and hilarious chase was somehow compelled to tell this child, with words filled with (unnecessary) aggressive hate, that he's a "mistake" that shouldn't exist and should have never been spiderman.

Smells like self projecting to me.

And also, it's bullshit!

Based on what I recall from this movie I just watched, one or both of these men I can't stand is lying. Spot is claiming to be of Miles' dimension with the radio active spider but Miguel is claiming that spider is from a different dimension.

And the fact that Miguel rudely brings up more trauma, victim blames MORE, and tries to put the responsibility of a death caused by a murderous adult villain onto that same (child) victim only to later try to lament to the other spider ppl that Miles "won't listen" and "talking won't work" since he just tried it honestly put him on my character shit list.

Like I knew from spoilers that he was deemed attractive and interesting and that he didn't like this version of Miles but I didn't have like...any indepth details or whatever. I wasn't actively looking for spoilers.

I went into this movie expecting to like him, even just somewhat. But honestly? Fuck that guy. And not in a sexy way.

I mean...He immediately attempts to intimidate a child into submission upon 1st meeting for no reason after being rude as fuck while said child was trying to make a good impression and was honestly just happy to be there. And then he later tries to emotionally (and mentally?) break Miles verbally as if him loving his family, wanting his dad alive if possible is a bad thing. I had assumed, before going in that Miguel had at least started off civil and professionally polite with Miles. Figured Miles had purposely done something to his face that made Miguel go from cautious to distant. He hadn't. At all.

It's giving racist lowkey for the way he literally hates this mixed, primarily black presenting, child for existing and the way he said he wanted to just ignore/pretend that Hobie (another black male) was even there also made me raise an eyebrow. Maybe it's cuz of my own experience dealing with prejudice from ppl I least expected it from as a kid myself but Miguel is giving it and that's what I'm seeing and he's an asshat for it. He has no right and no reason to act as he did let alone say what he said. Fuck his ✨️trauma✨️ caused by his own mistakes as an adult who damn well knew better.

Mans literally stalked his own doppelganger and inserted himself into the other him's life once that one died only for it all to go to shit from glitches likely because he shouldn't have been there and what Kingpin was doing. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if he'd killed his other self to live that dream life he wanted so bad.

Yet he wants everyone to believe a child in the wrong place at the wrong time and being saved by a superhero before taking up the mantel of a hero himself in honor of his savior since shit just happened to him...in his OWN WORLD MIND YOU, is completely wrong and unacceptable.

He can miss me with that bullshit. He's wrong period in my book.

Also if Miles is considered the: "oRIgInaL anOmALy" and has been living life just fine with powers caused by a alternate dimension spider then there's probably a good chance he can change his world's "canon events" without things going to shit since according to bitchMiguel, Mile's has technically been doing that from the start by even existing.

Think about it: Miles became a spiderman with active spider ppl there to train him. He wasn't alone or even the 1st spider person there. He knew what was happening as he changed since it had happened before and was publicized. His love interest Gwen is not only from a different dimension but also spiderwoman. A civilian unrelated to him knew of him and the others and provided additional support without becoming a liability, his uncle may have died but was a criminal unlike all the (known?) others, he's had no glitch or issues with his powers, he has more powers than the basic spiderman w/o the need of a suit, he's got both parents and both love him and also think rather positively of Spiderman w/o knowing it's him. His cop dad willingly works with spiderman too.

Also am I the only one concerned that the so called sophisticated technology they have to send ppl back to their dimensions has semi regularly sent their captures back to the wrong place? Because the only thing they tried to do was stop the machine from sending him, so unless that affected the way it operates to determine where a person is from that means they probably have been sending ppl to the wrong places, unknowingly fucking shit up just as much if not more in the multiverse than b4 they tried to correct it.

I bet they're actually wrong about all kinds of things and their causes and just don't realize it.

But I am estatic Hobie is just as awesome as I was lead to believe. Watching him, listening to what he says, I firmly believe he was an op to the spider society from the start to learn what he could, try to get other spiders to THINK more, and prepare for when he decides to leave them so he doesn't need them to utilize the tools they had a monopoly on.

I mean bro made the tactical decision to quit when Miguel and others were fully distracted by Miles on some sketchy shit and I feel like that kept him from having to deal with a cult leader bitchMiguel trying to make an example out of him for doing so or something.

[marie-dufresne]

@shinramade

As he made his way through the dark streets of a Midgar midnight, Cloud Strife was annoyed.

Rufus had gone away on business, leaving Cloud behind with a mountain of menial tasks. It wasn’t like Rufus to leave him behind and this was precisely what Cloud found so irritating.

He was being tested.

He didn’t know what the test was, but it was the only logical explanation for it. Tested, or punished. Since Rufus’ punishments tended to be more direct and elaborate, he decided he was being tested with no context and it left a persistent growl in the back of his mind.

Fine. He’d play nice, be a good little SOLDIER and file paperwork, engage in training exercises, and deal with the day-to-day idiots that he was generally otherwise immune to. There would be no tantrum, no anxiety induced accidents or torn up furniture, nor would there be a rut in the floor from his pacing.

He wasn’t the lapdog everyone thought him to be.

His stewing brought him to the main entrance of the ShinRa Headquarters where, after a late dinner (alone, thank you.), he planned to work himself to exhaustion in order to pass the time.

A person was splayed out on the steps and he wrinkled his nose as he approached. The drunks should have known better than to pass out here. Security would deal with that unsightly mess. It wasn’t his problem.

As he drew nearer to the scene, intending to walk around the woman that wasn’t his problem, he noticed several trails of blood dripping down the steps where she lay and he slowed briefly. Murder? On these steps? Someone was bold. But then he began to notice things about this woman, though he wasn’t close enough to see her face and his sulking stroll quickly became a dash.

That hair was unmistakable. That coat, a female mirror of the coat of a man he wanted to set fire to every goddamn day, those stupid shoes that click click clicked their way towards him daily, always in his space, unrelenting.

“Marie!” he breathed, taking the steps three at a time and pushing her hair back from her face, barely recognizable in its swelling, caked in blood from her nose, mouth, and an angry knife wound over her eye.

Fuck fuck fuck. Was she dead? No, she wasn’t. Given her condition, Cloud wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not. When he rolled her over, into his arms, he took note of the places her coat was torn. Four stab wounds, none of them fatal. Whoever had done this was either incompetent or had no intention for her to die quickly.

It was a sickening feeling that accompanied the thought that it was the latter.

His boot met the handicap button of the building, likely breaking it, and when he ran inside, no one asked for identification. No one had to.

He ignored the night concierge and security’s cries of ‘What’s happened!’ heading straight towards the elevators where once again, the buttons were introduced to the bottom of his boot, this time on repeat until at last, the doors opened and he barged in, leaving a trail of heiress blood and partial bootprints in his wake.

For fuck’s sake. Sure she was a nosy broad and she annoyed him more often than not, but he’d grown fond of this nosy broad. He’d never wanted her dead, and he wouldn’t give that satisfaction to whoever it was that had tried.

“Keep breathing,” he muttered as the lift made its way up, up. up to medical, “I don’t want to hear it from your piece of shit husband if you die on me.”

When the door opened, he was intercepted by a fat mustache in a crimson suit.

“Strife—what the Hell have you done?”

But Cloud was in no mood for bullshit tonight.

“Get Heidegger.”

The President’s face went purple. Possibly because of the audacity of the SOLDIER’s order or possibly because of the way Mrs. Heidegger was barely clinging to life in his arms. Marie had never been shy about her closeness to the President.

“Get. Heidegger.” Cloud pushed past the burly man, “and get out of my way.”

He didn’t want anything to do with the Director of Public Safety any more than the devil himself, but heads would roll because of this and Cloud was going to make damn sure it wouldn’t be his.

[holdonunreal]

Chapter 7: Crow

Summary:

It's time to pack your bags for the year group trip, good thing Karasu is helping you pack. At the same time, however, he starts a few topics of conversation that you would rather leave out.

Notes:

That took a long time again. Why? Well, it's actually a bit more complicated this time: I'm currently doing an internship (commercial/computer science), and I had to take care of a few things at the same company: They offered me a full-time job. I put this matter before my fanfictions and took care of it, which was a lot of work. Even if that was the main reason, the heat is really unbearable. It's just so goddamn hot that as soon as I sit down at the computer I want to leave again. This chapter was written over many days in small chunks, sometimes just a few hundred words and then sometimes a thousand. I also had to rewrite this chapter COMPLETELY once. This time it wasn't because of Word, but because of my incompetence. In some places I didn't like the environment description, in others I didn't like the monologue between you and Karasu and then somehow everything was shit. So I rewrote everything and finally posted it. This chapter was important for me because of the friendship between you and Karasu. More about this in the end notes. Have fun reading!

If it wasn't for the ringing of your alarm clock waking you up every day, you'd probably stay in bed. The world really is a funny place, people who care more about other people's opinions than their own, of which you are one. Still others don't give a shit about other opinions, think they are better than the others and live in the moment, like Karasu.

And exactly every possible person, no matter how they look, think or feel, will be on this god damn year group trip in some way. You don't even know where it's going.

Were you nervous? Yes.

It would already be bad to be unknown, just a nobody, but then at least you would have peace of mind. Since you had to get the money for the trip, you had no real choice but to join the talent show and win it. Which you did, with a bit of cheating. But so what? The others don't believe in the supernatural anyway, anyone who thinks they're special these days is looked at like a madman.

You get up, unfortunately. Your bed is far too cozy to just get up and do something, especially at the weekend.

How is it that the bed is always the most comfortable just before getting up?

You sit upright, the blanket ruffles beneath you and your gaze goes to your little bedside cabinet. Your cell phone lights up, a message. You reach for your cell phone and first see your background picture, a cat. Then your eyes wander to the center and see the WhatsApp message from Karasu.

Yo, are you finally awake Dude?

I'll be right there so prepare your suitcase and shit.

That reminds you again: Today is Sunday. Not only did you sleep until the afternoon, but tomorrow is the year group trip. If you remember correctly, Karasu said something yesterday about "we're going to pack your suitcase for the year group trip tomorrow".

You finally get up, take your headphones and put them on your ears with a pleasant feeling. Your fingers swipe the display, deep in thought you try to decide which song to listen to while you get ready.  In the end, you end up with: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana. Whether you listen to it because it's a good song or because of the performance by the Smiling Critters and DogDay. It was definitely the latter.

You look around your room, apart from the mess it's not too bad. With one look in the closet you can already imagine what Karasu will say when he arrives here, after all, almost every piece of clothing is black or has a very dark tone.

You go on to the bathroom. A look in the mirror, your hair looks like you haven't taken care of it for days and you have dark circles under your eyes. Showing up at the trip tomorrow like this would probably be the worst thing you could do. The cold water washes over your face as you look in the mirror again, feeling refreshed. You look better, a few hairs are sticking to your forehead and your skin actually looks clear.

I don't look as bad as Karasu always says.

Was that a confidence boost?

Certainly not.

You look at the mirror and concentrate slightly, the mirror door slowly begins to open as if by magic. Yes, you are using your telekinesis, after all Karasu always says "If I had your powers, then...". Thanks to the lesson from Karasu and Boxy, you can now use it freely without having to close your eyes, and that's a huge advantage. It's like looking at a leaf on the ground and imagining it slowly gliding up into the air. As long as you imagine it in front of your mind's eye, it becomes a Reality. Your toothbrush slowly slides out of the cupboard and rests in the palm of your right hand, as if it were completely normal, the toothpaste tube also floats over the brush and deposits a little of its contents.

("And I forget just why I taste, Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile")

You continue brushing your teeth while your mind wanders a little.

Where is this year group trip going anyway? Are we going to another city? Another country? Do we even drive, do we fly? After all, it cost 600 dollars. That's a lot of money for a week with the college.

("I found it hard, it's hard to find, Oh well, whatever, never mind")

You rinse your mouth and go into the kitchen. It's empty, you forgot to buy things, you were at the party after all. When you think about everything that happened there, you feel sick, especially with Karasu. It's unfair that he brags to everyone and makes bets while you watch in the background and make sure he wins the bets.

I'm nothing more than Karasu's sidekick.

But when your Mind goes back to the party, you remember it, it being the Moment, you saw them.

Purple, obsidian-colored eyes. In the middle of the crowd of people standing there...

Who was that?

Do I know her? No way, I don't know anyone at fucking college.

You kill a bit of time, but at the same time you hurry. You tidy up your room, stuff your things somewhere and continue listening to music. The song from earlier is already over, now it's just going down your playlist. You can't remember the last time you used that weird silver case, but when you put it on the bed, it leaves a hell of a lot of dust.

It's empty and totally clean on the inside, which is funny when you think about how dirty it is on the outside. It's the only suitcase you have available and it's not that bad, enough space for everything you need. 

Now all that's missing is Karasu...

Your half-opened eyes land on your phone, the song stops and you just look at the display. Your thumb hastily swipes over it and you open Instagram, go to your account and look up your followers. Her name is there: DogDay. When you asked her name at the party, she just laughed and told you to look up her name. That was the first thing you did when you got home, she was the first person displayed, a public account with several thousand followers.

But now? Nothing. You followed her and within a few minutes she followed you back. That's also the reason why you barely slept, you spent the night thinking and listening to music, a few fake scenarios and half-sleeping. One thing is still missing, you've probably stalked her entire posts hundreds of times, liked and analyzed them all. Her friend group, those smiling critters were everywhere. At this point, you could probably give an hour-long presentation about the group.

Bobby, Bubba, Crafty, Hoppy, Kickin, Picky.

Their names are burned into your mind, every time you think you've forgotten one, the name pops back out of the back of your head. You've thought about following them all and acting like Best Buddy, but none of them know you and you don't know any of them. After all, you've only seen them once on the podium during their performance, putting the names to the faces seems hard enough, then you're supposed to pretend you know them? Impossible for someone like you.

I'm sure they all know Karasu, but he's also the kind of person who appeals to people.

That's not who you are. You're lucky to have two 'colleagues' at all, Karasu and Boxy. If it were only up to you, you probably still wouldn't have spoken to anyone at college.

Knock-knock

There he is

You walk to the door, one leg in front of the other and look up. Your neck is pulling so hard, you've definitely been on your cell phone too late at night, there's no denying it. You're standing right in front of the door and hear his voice outside.

"Don't open with your hand, use your powers Dude"

You Groan, he's asking you to use them more and more often. Using it alone isn't bad, after all nobody can see you, but using it with other people is something else. You don't even have to concentrate, you hold your right hand out like a magician and with a little click of the lock the door swings open.

"Nah look at you, you've become a real pro" Your eyes go from the door to him, he actually looks the same as always. His black hair is combed up, making him look like a Crow. He's wearing a tracksuit, in black with a huge Adidas logo on the side, giving the impression that he walked here.

"Are you a girl I have to ask to come in? Come on, we don't have all day, let's go." With that he storms past you, even if he isn't or hasn't been to your house often, he knows his way around. He walks along the corridor and straight into your room. You follow him, of course, taking off your headphones and holding them in your hand.

"And how are things going with DogDay?"

Does he have to ask me directly?

He is standing in front of your wardrobe, not looking at you, but at your clothes which are neatly hung up on hangers. While you are still thinking about how exactly you should answer his question, he pulls a few things out of your wardrobe. You stand at the door, but now you start to answer him.

"I wrote her"

You have to say that, otherwise he would pester you with questions and give you that disappointed and perverted look.

"A complete lie" He doesn't even turn to you, still head deep in your closet. You don't know what he really means until seconds later, after he's said it.

Shit.

"Sigh...look Y/N, I understand that you weren't made for this. Really! But you have to finally take the initiative, you know? First letter shows courage and interest" He turns to you, wearing long pants and a hoodie in his hand. You notice his sturdy body again, "How could you always forget that?

If I looked like you, I would have no problem writing to someone first.

That's what you think, but of course you don't say it. Someone like him has no problem approaching girls, even if they were to reject him, he would probably just get on with his business.

"This is your chance!" He holds both arms together, forming an outfit out of his trousers and hoodie, which he proudly presents to you. He looks at me with a smug expression, probably expecting an answer, but doesn't move. He turns around and places the clothes on your bed. "You need to stand out, best to start with this, a good look to appeal to DogDay on the year group trip."

Talk to her? Is he Fucking Crazy?

You actually managed to talk to her. Even twice, after the talent show and then at the party. Even though the conversations were completely led by her and you stuttered and gave the shortest answer, it was a conversation.

"Besides, you have superpowers Dude! You can just do whatever you want, you know? You can...levitate people, objects man! Anything you want!" He turns from the bed back to you, his hands wildly in the air as if he's trying to convince you to sign a contract. He stands up straight "You know, I've watched a hell of a lot of series and anime since you told me about your superpowers... Really almost everything that has anything to do with superpowers!"

Please don't compare me to any superheroes.

"So in 'Stranger Things', for example, there's a girl who's named after a number... It doesn't matter, she has similar powers, you know? Or 'The Boys', for example, it's about superheroes in society, there are also some with your ability." You sit down on the bed and try to take something important from his statements, apart from a comparison with some girl and some superheroes, he hasn't gotten very far yet. He stands by your wardrobe again, squats down and rummages through the rows like crazy. "All that matters is that you know how to use them ya' know?"

Why does he sometimes speak normally and sometimes with an accent?

"Well, but when I think of all the superpowers, yours is actually a bit of a dud." He doesn't turn to you, but looks at you out of the corner of his eye with his right eye.

what please?

"Well, when I compare all sorts of things... invisibility, flying, super strength and so on is somehow better than telekinesis." You look down at your legs and a shirt hits you in the face. He just threw it at you while your mind was elsewhere. You slowly take it down and your eyes land on the shirt, it has no pattern and is simply colored a shade of grey.

As if I had chosen that.

"But I think it depends on how you use your superpower, after all, you can just avoid fights." He pauses to speak, runs a hand through his gelled hair and looks at you quizzically. "There is...at least I don't think...anyone else with such powers. Sooo you would actually win every fight... Only if you wanted to, of course."

Should I just throw people through the air on the street or what?

"Dude!"

Hmm?

You look at him, he has stood up and is standing right in front of you. One arm is bent like a butler, and on it are heaps of things from your wardrobe. On his other arm is a bed sheet, white and as good as transparent.

"You may not be a superhero, but there will be a lot of people on this trip..." He swings the bed sheet slightly in the air as he walks over to you and stuffs the clothes into your suitcase. "Besides, it's Halloween soon anyway ya' know?"

Why does he have one of my sheets in his hand?

"So?"

"Well look!" He holds the sheet right in front of your eyes, so close that you can see small specks of dust on the white surface. "On a trip like this, you always have a time in the evening when everyone has to sleep, no more loud noises and so on...a good night's sleep! Of course, most of them sneak out to fuck, of course, it's a college trip after all."

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Dude, you don't even react when I talk about fucking and stuff, haven't you been sleeping again?" He's very close to your face, so close that all you can see are his blue eyes. His skin is clean, no beard, no pimples, completely clear.  Your eyes move to the corner of his mouth, which moves slowly. "I think I know what's going on."

Oh, please no.

He stands further away from you, next to the cupboard and directly in the middle of the room. First he looks around once, turns and scans your entire room with his eyes. He raises his hands and points at you with one hand, then puts his other hand in front of his eyes and raises his index finger.

"So now there are three possibilities! Number one would be: you've been up all night and have no energy to react to what I've said!" He raises his hand even higher, like a father who has just seen his newborn. His face has that shit-eating grin that he always has on when he's talking to a girl or making fun of you.

I don't feel like replying to all your stupid comments.

"Number two!" He raises his middle finger as well as his index finger, as if making a peace sign. "You spend the whole time thinking about DogDay instead of listening to me."

"Wh-What?"

"Aha!" He interrupts you, puts his middle finger down and points at you with both hands. "So it's number two! Man, Y/N, it's really not bad thinking about her all the time, ya' know?" He stops talking again for a moment, takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. The look in his eyes reminds you of one of those motivational trainers from the internet. "But you're special, I mean you have god damn superpowers! So don't always think so badly of yourself with your emo shit! Believe in yourself like I believed in you during the talent show!"

You may have believed in me, but you're the only one Karasu. The others don't pay any attention to me, at most they saw me when you tripped me and laughed. Even yesterday at the party, I wasn't really recognized by anyone, at most as "Karasu's sidekick". I don't have a life of my own, I exist somewhere in the background for everyone else, and you know what? I hate it. I hate it so damn much that I can't even put it into words, and that's not even the worst part. Even you didn't pay much attention to me before, it's only since I got these powers that we talk a lot, before that you were always out with your "cool" friends and didn't give a shit about me.

Should you say it out loud instead of just holding it in your mind?

Oh, when has anyone ever asked for your opinion?

"Yeah"

"All right, it doesn't matter, I didn't want to be that 'SeNtImEnTaL' now."  He has calmed down again, pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and taps furiously on it. You take a quick look around your bed, the suitcase was already full, apparently you didn't even notice that Karasu had already put everything he could find in the suitcase. There were plenty of underwear, pants and T-shirts inside and you wonder inwardly whether you'll even be able to close the suitcase.

"I've forgotten something else."

What now?

"We have a quad room, there are only quads..."

You know exactly what that means: a stranger. Apart from you, Karasu and Boxy, you need one more person to fill the room. And if you don't have anyone, you get someone who doesn't want to be in any other room and is shoved somewhere like garbage.

"This guy is cool, really. And he's also really clever! I think he got 100% in the last exam, really a genius!" He's still typing on his cell phone, but he's walking around in circles. Every few seconds he lifts his head to look over at you, at your slouched form on the bed.

"And who is it?" The stuttering has stopped, at least for now. Maybe it's because your heart isn't beating and pounding as fast as when you talk to DogDay.

"His name's Boogie, I know him from my math class, he'll be a good person to fill the fourth spot...Besides, he's an outsider."

No one else wanted to go into our room anyway.

Suddenly he comes closer to you again, putting the cell phone back in his pocket but leaving his hand inside. While you look at the cupboard, in front of which some of your things have simply been placed on the floor, Karasu moves. He takes something out of his pocket and quickly places it on your hoodies.

Your eyes wander from the area in front of your wardrobe through your room. And then he catches your eye: Karasu. He stares at you, his blue eyes boring into your mind, and you wonder if he's reading your thoughts with a look like that. You look a little lower, he grins. But not normally, the corners of his mouth are pulled up so far that it looks fake, like some kind of filter, or maybe the Grinch.

And so you look at your suitcase to see what he has put there.

A small circular black pack lay there, right on top of one of your black hoodies. You almost missed it, it camouflaged perfectly on your hoodie, but somehow it felt out of place.

What is that?

"Now don't tell me you don't know what that is!" He's loud, he hasn't really shouted, but he sounds like he's about to laugh out loud. He takes a few steps back and starts waving his hands around in the air. He holds his hands together like claws and presses the index finger of his right hand on top of them the whole time and his mouth lets out a "click" sound.

A camera?

"The logo, Dude! The camera logo!" He also starts jumping around wildly, giggling and looking at you like you're some kind of alien. You feel like you're at the zoo with your parents and you're looking at some kind of stupid monkey.

Camera?

Camera

Camera.

Instagram.

DogDays Instagram Account.

Even if you're deep in thought and haven't noticed, you drift a little from reality back into your imagination. You can literally see her before your eyes, DogDay. The way you are at the party, her glowing, incredibly beautiful silhouette under the wildly flickering party lights. You see the movements of her lips, you can actually barely hear her, but always know exactly what she's saying and what she really means.

But then they pop up in your thoughts again.

This Girl with the Purple Eyes.

"Earth to Y/N?"

Shit.

Karasu had moved, even if you hadn't noticed, as deep in thought as you were. He's standing next to your suitcase again, but this time his hand is outstretched and in the air. After your eyes take a second to focus on the sight in front of you, you see it.

This little black pack, this circular shape...

Are these condoms?

"Wow man, I expected better even from you, you're a real prude." He takes the packet from the hoodie and puts it back in his trouser pocket. "Don't worry, I'll take some for you just in case you make it that far with DogDay."

Fucking asshole

"Well...I have to go right now" He takes his cell phone out of his pocket again, looks at it for a few seconds and doesn't change his expression. Then he pushes it back in and looks at you with a relatively nervous smile. "Tomorrow is the Year Group trip, Dude! I hope you're excited, your suitcase is already packed so you just need to be at campus at 9am tomorrow. As far as I know, the bus is waiting for us there, so you'll see Boogie too."

You just look at him, he's already turned around and walked out of the door. He pretends it's his home, he knows where the door is anyway, there's no point in accompanying him. He's someone who can look after himself anyway, who can defend himself...

Not like you.

Was that perhaps the reason for your blessing?

Was it compassion from a higher power, or maybe some lab that saw your pathetic life?

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."  You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared. You followed him to the front door, automatically. He's still standing there, not turned towards you, with his big and sturdy structure that he liked to show off so much. "I'm not a motivational couch though...Even if I'd like to be. Shit, anyway, I just wanted to tell you..." He turns around, leans down slightly and looks you straight in the eye. "Stop always reading so much into moments. Things happen, and moments only last for a moment. You're always worse in hindsight... Remember that."

Before his statement really reached your brain, he was already gone. The only sign that he had ever been there was the loud noise of an engine from outside, which you were already aware of.

The day slowly came to an end and you packed a few important things in your suitcase. For example, sleeping pills, spare headphones, toothbrush and toiletries. The rest of the things all went into your school bag, it wasn't filled with school things anyway so it's a great piece of hand luggage.     

And you were actually able to sleep that night without any problems. One of a few in your life, no fake scenarios or anything else characterized your sleep this time, it was just...Quiet. However, your mind sometimes drifted to a conscience person in your sleep, DogDay. Even in your dreams, her smile and blonde hair were present, but you never got to touch either of those things.

And just at the moment when you thought you were far away from DogDay... you saw her.

Those Purple Eyes that looked through you, that spotted you right after you used your telekinesis. The only eyes that were like yours, devoid of life and in the background of other people.

This Year Group trip will change everything.

Notes:

Uhhh the endnotes. I apologize for the long wait between chapters, I already mentioned why at the beginning. But let's get away from that, here are some of the things I took away from this chapter: - Why is this morning routine so depressing? - Did Karasu really binge a lot of shows just to be able to say that your ability sucks? - Did the guy seriously just bring a condom just to make a joke??? - Those purple eyes, who do they belong to? So the next update will be for the Arcane Story again, after that there will be another update for “The Genius of Playtime Co.” Leave a comment and Kudos!

[homiro]

Today is being wildly eventful and I'm just high enough to spill on here

So

- Woke up at 4am after going to sleep at 2 and couldn't fall asleep again because stress and lack of meds and also sperm donor being an egotistical ungrateful piece of shit

- A friend paid for my meds so I went to the city to get them

- Got an email from shitty prof saying we have classes tomorrow but I can't fucking go especially since it's not even a real fucking class and I don't have money to come to the damn city again

- For some reason ADHD meds are hard to get without ordering them and it was sold out or something in 6 different pharmacies. Save for one who miraculously had one bottle

- I was crying by then and had to walk a lot

- Decided to go to a church to feel the energy maybe shake off the goddamn evil luck

- Unsure if that worked

- Walked to get the meds and had to keep focused all the way because everything was overwhelming

- Got meds, then went to sit and have some tea

- While having tea a guy and a girl sat down at the table in front of me and started talking about the wildest stuff while the meds hit for me. She looked and by the sound of it was some sort of mini IG model and he looked like he was part of a podcast. She was wearing foundation two shades lighter than her skin (she was white, mind) and it was absolutely caked and I don't mind saying that because she randomly started slut shaming other women while the guy just laughed awkwardly. Then they started talking about jail and torture. I think they both had ofs because they kept talking about taking pictures and "doing things for money" before the random jail talk

- I wasn't hungry at all so all I had was a cup of caramel coffee and a cookie from Subway

- Decided to take the bus because it was cheaper than the Uber and I was in no condition to walk more especially considering that I still have to walk home (on the train rn)

- At the bus stop I stood up to let this old lady sit and she was very grateful

- Lady didn't know my gender and said like 'oh thank you sweet girl or boy I can't tell but you look lovely'. Made this miserable week feel less shit. Yes it's only Tuesday. Pray for my ass I guess lol

- Went to get some drawing paper for my brother. Some old man at the shop was asking the clerk for glue and she pointed him towards the glue but apparently he wanted dentures glue lmao and was trying to get it from irl AliExpress

And that's all for now, let's hope the rest of the week is mostly uneventful because I'm losing my mind already

My phone also said: gender.

- Adding because it's still going. Someone on the train is becoming the joker over a cancelled appointment very eloquently calling out incompetence absolutely spitting bars still going slam poetry who barely even stuttering goddamn power to this person. And someone was singing the Homer Simpson Spider-Pig song and is rooting for this person.

-Update: Made it home. But not before more wacky stuff. Saw this old lady who had some cats and was doing crochet in her van and said my sperm donor should die while saying she hoped god blessed me my brother and my mother and also my uncle and showed me this religious pamphlet thing. Then right after I saw a man training some sort of bird to be outside. After that I saw a man with his goats and finally I got in the house intact somehow.

Nobody cares but look at the goats. Yes I'm very rural and my phone's quality is pretty bad. Adds to the charm. All the goats had bells.

[echoesofdusk]

major AI: The Somnium Files spoilers under cut

I have to ask people who claim AITSF is copaganda... where? how did you walk out thinking it's copaganda? is it bc nobody outwardly states that Date shouldn't have killed people? is it bc he didn't get punished?

do pieces of work really need to outwardly state that things are bad and aren't allowed to be subtle? do they need to spoonfeed people the message bc people are just unable to read between the lines? or walk out knowing that a piece of work has shades of gray?

I never walked out of AITSF thinking it's copaganda. I didn't get this message anywhere in the game. the police are shown multiple times to be incompetent at their job. hell Date is a goddamn PERVERTED COP who acts like a manchild at times. corruption is lampshaded multiple times. Boss knows she's abusing her power as a high ranking police but does it anyway, mainly out of love (all of the straight up illegal shit she does to protect Date when he popped up after the body swap). Falco knew he was severely dirtying his hands by being a vigilante cop. he wanted to go clean. he's an assassin, or should I rather say serial killer as "assassin" makes it sound clean, yes, but he has conscience, though his sense of justice is questionable. it's bc of the circumstances around how he grew up

and then there's Saito. I don't exactly disagree with people who think his depiction and role are ableist, I also feel like I'm nit really the person to comment on it, but I still have some things to say about him, although I do feel that some of the language used in game to describe him is a bit ableist

with that said, Saito is a tragic character. what could've been if he had gotten help and a support system like Date did and not have everything he did swept under the rug. what if So had actually gotten him medical help (which he probably didn't bc he's neglectful + probably thought the word of his son getting help would've stained his career)

although if Saito had gotten help, AITSF would've never happened to begin with. which is the point. Date and Saito are opposites of each other

(also ngl I wish Saito was more apathetic and jaded than cartoonishly evil, I think he'd been even more terrifying but also more believable that way)

also people don't realize that the characters in AITSF are supposed to be flawed people with shades of gray. I know it's probably easy to forget with the cartoonish porn magazine powerups, 12 year old girl beating up trained guys with assault rifles, an AI girl whose form in the physical world resembles a fluroscent hamster which is morbidly cute and all of the dirty and perverted jokes and whatnot, but it's true! So is probably the best example of this. I don't like So, and that's the point. you're not supposed to like him. he's a corrupt politician who banged a high school girl when he was twice her age as well as a neglectful father. and yet I personally find him compelling. the realization of what his somnium actually depicted stuck with not just me but many others. this man is sleazy and disgusting but holy shit the shock that hits you when you realize he's actually haunted by Manaka's death. and what he says at the end of resolution route when Date pays him a visit.

I completely forgot to mention Date getting mad with Ota bc he knew his rights to remain silent and not being obligated to obey the police but that's probably the point. that exchange was supposed to communicate that Date is kinda ACAB and you're not exactly supposed to sympathise with him and that he's 100% the good guy.

and police being able to peek into people's minds using the psync machine when the stuff seen inside of it can't serve as evidence? I'm p sure it's also supposed to lampshade how corrupt the police are.

anyways point is

nobody in this game is completely good and it's more complicated than just the good guys vs the bad guys (although Saito is cartoonishly evil which leaves a bit of a bad taste in my mouth personally as I think he could've been an amazing villain had he also had shades of gray like everyone else). the characters in this game are all flawed people who break or bend the rules in one way or another to either cover their asses or bc it's how far they're willing to go to help out a loved one

[seyoonlgc]

The first emotion he felt was panic because the situation was not unfolding as he had expected. Seyoon always had the reins in their relationship and this sudden loss of control stirred some fear. With a frown, he dismissed those feelings, opting to instead hold onto anger.

Worthless servant. Seyoon's eyes were dark and glistening as they made their way to the door. He can't even tie my shoes properly. The funny thing was he had always hated how Rowon tied his shoes before - stupid bunny ears, only kids fall for that cutesy shit. Today, Rowon did it the right way, but it somehow felt wrong.

Seyoon stomped his feet, he kicked them, silently demanding for the laces to come undone so he could grab the bastard who had the audacity to step out before him and make him do them again.

Rage had a way of hyperfocusing his attention, and Seyoon was so obsessed with his goddamn shoelaces that he did not realize he had tripped until his forehead slammed against Rowon's back. "Ow, fuck-" It really hurt, and that surely was why Seyoon's eyes stung and his bottom lip quivered. He intended to push with his arms to upright himself, but somehow they went around his incompetent servant's waist instead.

Balance, for balance. Yeah, that must be it.

"I hate you," he said swiftly, not wanting to give the guy the opportunity to think this was a hug. "How could you..." Actually get mad at me. Seyoon's arms tightened around Rowon's waist as he mumbled with a sniff. "You are the one..." At fault here. If Rowon never got on his knee in the first place, then Seyoon would not be behaving this way. Knights weren't supposed to take back their oaths, and thus Han Rowon must accept the consequence of his twenty years of enabling.

Seyoon eventually let go with a huff and dug out the sandwich slice Rowon stuffed into his backpack. He swiped the smaller portion out of the other's hands before shoving him the bigger piece. "Anyway," he said, rubbing at his nose. "Don't walk in front of me." He should learn to communicate better, but emotional maturity hadn't quite caught up. For now, Seyoon only knew how to express his feelings through sandwiches, accidents...and half-spoken sentences.

han rowon is no longer having a good morning.

seyoon speaks. he offers reason, restitution, some semblance of remorse, but rowon doesn’t hear any of it. his head remains in the direction it was slapped, his cheek stinging - not from contact, but from shock. seyoon had hit him.

‘what’s all the commotion?’ his mother peers around the corner, her gaze immediately falling to seyoon’s bowed head. ‘rowon…’

that snaps him out of it. “there was something on my face,” he excuses, keeping his voice level, light, and pleasant. “seyoon was trying to get it for me. .. he just didn’t realize how strong he’d gotten.” he gives seyoon a small, soft smile and reaches up to ruffle his hair a bit. three. “- but it’s okay. i forgive him.” his mother eyes them for a moment before letting out a sigh in a manner that often precedes boys will be boys. ‘robin made breakfast sandwiches. grab one before you go.’

with her gone, rowon draws his hand back. the warm smile he once easily wore disappears just as quick. he picks up both backpacks, slings them over one shoulder, and brushes past seyoon on the way out. four. usually, he would let seyoon have the first pick of whatever breakfast robin had set out for them. usually, rowon would hold onto it, carrying it in plain sight so it’s easily unwrapped and served. but today is not a usual day. today, he grabs the slightly bigger cut of the sandwich and tucks it into seyoon’s backpack. the smaller one, he takes for himself.

seyoon always goes before him. that’s what they’d established back when they were children. seyoon is king, and rowon is his most faithful servant who must follow one step behind. that’s all fun. that’s all fantasy and fiction. but that strike was real. rowon puts on his own shoes, then shifts over to tie seyoon’s - except this time, he doesn’t use the cute bunny ear method. he knots it normally and makes sure the fit is snug around seyoon’s ankle. five. now, seyoon is on his own.

so with that, rowon opens the door -

and he steps out first.

[becca-alexa]

i understand the technological gap between generations but at what point does that gap just turn into incompetence

[vinkumakkara]

“if you like Zenigata watch Tokyo Crisis!”