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actual-changeling · 9 months ago

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What’s the difference between emotional manipulation and just being desperate? You said Aziraphale “speed-runs an emotional manipulation checklist” after he called Crowley back, but I didn’t get that sense at all…he just sounded confused and desperate to me? How is his “i need you” different from Crowley’s kiss, for instance? I think those are their respective most desperate moments. Can emotional manipulation be unintentional? I can maybe see it but it feels like the equivalent of calling Crowley’s kiss sexual assault. Like yes it was, but it feels like too extreme of language to use in this specific context with these specific characters, even if it does invoke an uncomfortable personal feeling (at least for me).

Hi anon!

Lots of difficult questions but I'll do my best to answer them��it won't be in chronological order, just going based on vibes and the easiest way to make it coherent. This will probably get very, very long, sorry in advance.

(side note: I will be discussing manipulation techniques in detail, so tread with caution if this is something that squicks you out or triggers you)

Can emotional manipulation be unintentional?

Short answer: Yes, absolutely!

The important thing here is that there is a gigantic difference between emotional manipulation as such and on-going emotional abuse; the latter is not something you can do on accident, it requires a certain amount of intent and power.

Emotional manipulation, on the other hand, can mean everything from the small actions we do pretty much daily to malicious attempts to influence someone else.

Appealing to someone's emotions is an average part of communication, you can see it in advertisements or when you talk your friend into doing something because "it'll be fun, trust me", and it's not necessarily bad! We're a social species, and that low-level emotional communication is a part of that.

This is commonly referred to as emotional influence or persuasion, it's generally harmless.

There is, however, a very big grey zone, and you reach that once the other person finds that they are uncomfortable or crossing their own boundaries without wanting to.

E.g. if you have a friend with a phobia of clowns and you talk them into going to the circus with you event though they do not want to, they will probably end up feeling like they have to go or you will be upset with them/it will impact your friendship.

At that point, it's no longer completely innocent, it's what most people would understand as mild (to severe depending on the situation) active manipulation.

You want someone to do something so you use what you know about them to get them to do it.

Manipulation is about control, it's about achieving your own goal without having to compromise while convincing the other person to cross whatever boundaries they need to placate you.

So, to summarize, the important questions to consider are:

what is the relationship of the people involved?

what situation is it about/what goal does one party want to achieve?

are there any relevant outside influences (e.g. a time limit)?

what is the emotional state of everyone?

are boundaries being crossed?

has this happened before/is there a pattern?

Now, I could use this checklist and comb through the entire conversation, but I will focus on that final part I mentioned.

The "status" of their argument is as follows:

Crowley has ended the conversation and wants to leave

neither of them changed their mind or has expressed any interest that they want to do so

Crowley is very hurt and no longer feels comfortable around Aziraphale (-> he put on his sunglasses)

This should have been the end of it, but Aziraphale follows him and stops him from leaving—this is not manipulation but it shows a lack of respect for Crowley's needs (and not for the first time either). Keeping an argument going when the other person actively wants to get out of it is not just unkind, it also harms the relationship you have with them; it's not like he storms off either, there is a proper ending to it.

Aziraphale's actions here made me uncomfortable too, and I can explain why!

While there are different vulnerabilities someone can exploit to manipulate someone, Aziraphale uses Crowley's biggest (and more or less only) vulnerability: his emotional connection to and dependency on Aziraphale. It is the reason Crowley has caved time and time again in the past, he loves him and does not want to lose him, and that makes him willing to hurt himself if it means keeping Aziraphale by his side and happy.

Let's go through it one by one.

Crowley! Crowley, come back, to Heaven!

He is using Crowley's name, which is the second time he does it after "nothing lasts forever". Using someone's name in a conversation is an attempt to make it more personal, to make it more 'urgent', so to speak. There is a big difference between, e.g. "I love you" and "I love you, Crowley".

Work with me! We can be together!

Here Aziraphale uses Crowley's own language against him. Earlier, Crowley said

I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can.

It's a phrase he uses a lot, be together, do something together, go off together—and Aziraphale knows that, so either consciously or subconsciously, he uses the same language Crowley used to appeal to him. Copying someone's wording can have a bunch of reasons and effects. In this situation, I think it's simply meant to rile him up again, to make him more emotional.

Aziraphale says 'together' to make it seem like they actually want the same thing and that Crowley is in the wrong for wanting to leave the bookshop & not coming with him to heaven. It definitely hits Crowley quite deeply because he looks like he got punched and then turns away.

Angels… doing good!

Not going to linger on this one long because that alone is worth a big post. It's a moral imperative. We can do good together, don't you want to do good? Be good? Good is the superior moral option to bad, so why would you not want to do good?

It works for Aziraphale because he has his own issues around the good/evil and angel/demon dichotomy, but it does not work on Crowley because his moral compass is far too complex; he knows that 'doing good' means absolutely nothing here.

I… I need you!

Pretty much the clearest example for the emotional manipulation taking place here.

I need you.

You love me, you want me to be safe, you have always protected me in the past, so do it again. I NEED you to do this.

Openly admitting to 'needing' Crowley puts more pressure onto him to act.

How dare you not give the person you love what he needs? Do you not love him enough? Are you that selfish? Would you leave him alone and weak on purpose and deny him the support he is asking for? Aziraphale loves you, he needs you, he wants to do good things with you, why are you being mean and disagreeing? You are the bad guy here, look at how sad you are making him. He needs you—give yourself to him.

This is also known as guilt-tripping.

In the past, threats along these lines have worked. He came back to help him with Gabriel, he did not leave earth, he returned no matter how mean Aziraphale was because Crowley wants to keep him safe.

This time, Aziraphale has pushed him too far and it doesn't work, so he resorts to the next item on the list.

I don't think you understand what I'm offering you.

You don't know what you are doing but I do, so you should listen to me and follow me in what I do.

Everyone always gets caught up on Crowley calling him an idiot (which imo is perfectly justified here) but no one ever talks about the fact that Aziraphale's line here is incredibly demeaning and condescending.

CROWLEY does not know what you are offering him? The angel who fell TRYING TO CHANGE HEAVEN? You are telling him that you know better than him what that is like?

It's insulting, it's a blatant attempt at manipulation, and it is the one thing Crowley responds to.

I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.

"I understand" is a fact. He does understand. Even after all of this, Crowley does not say "I know better than you". He says I think, giving Aziraphale an opening to disagree with him, to explain his position and why he thinks he knows better than Crowley—but Aziraphale ignores it because he knows he's in the wrong.

Which brings us to the grande finale.

Well… then there's nothing more to say.

Exact mirror to their argument about Gabriel.

You're at liberty to go. If you won't, you won't. Do what I want and if you don't I will kick you out.

We can go back even further than that because Aziraphale has used this threat with a very similar wording before and had success with it.

It is essentially an ultimatum: Agree with me or I won't talk to you again. Same contents with a slightly different package. I think Crowley saw it coming this time plus Aziraphale has emotionally wrung him out already, so it does not have the desired effect.

Aziraphale still tried to use it though.

Saying Aziraphale attempted to emotionally manipulate Crowley is simply calling it what it is. It does not make him a villain or a bad guy, it does not mean that their relationship is somehow abusive.

You are right, Aziraphale is desperate and confused, he's feeling out of control, and that unfortunately makes people more likely to try and manipulate others to regain said control. I think some parts are intentional, others are unintentional and a consequence of his complete lack of self awareness and reflection, but it's manipulation nonetheless—and it's not alright that he does it.

Crowley—who is arguably even more upset and shocked—doesn't fall back on emotional manipulation.

Being upset, traumatized, in distress, mentally ill, whatever you want to list, nothing gives someone else the right to emotionally manipulate someone and abuse their known vulnerabilities. I could go through many of their conversations and write down in detail how exactly Aziraphale is trying to manipulate Crowley because this is really just the tip of the iceberg, but this is already wayyyyyyy too long, so I will save that for if anyone else has more questions.

I hope this helped clarify things, anon!

#alex answers asks #alex talks good omens #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #alex's unhinged meta corner #good omens meta #good omens thoughts #emotional manipulation

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goatsincrediblysillymusiccorner · 1 year ago

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Late Night Ramble About Long Ass Songs

I think it's fair to say songs have to earn their length. At the very least, that's how I feel. If a song is 15+ minutes long, it'll likely live and/or die by its intrigue alone. If a song is 45 seconds, it better make each and every one of those seconds count.

I think a phenomenal example of a short song is Vildhjarta's "Måsstadens Nationalsång", coming in at an incredibly brief 47 seconds. This track is punchy as hell, and it only gets more satisfying the longer you listen. It presents itself in its entirety; completely identifiable and unique from the rest of the album, then it effortlessly transitions into the next song like it's nothing. It's genuinely great.

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But on the other end of the spectrum, you have songs that will likely absolutely dwarf the others in your playlist with their sheer size. It can be a bit intimidating when you go to check out a new album you've never heard and all of the tracks are upwards of 10 minutes. That is a lot of time to dedicate to the same artist—especially if you have other things you want to do with your time. But, man, the musicians that pull it off really hit it out of the park for me.

I fuckin' love long songs. For me, they're some of the most replayable tracks in any given artist's discography. Obviously, that's just personal taste. It doesn't necessarily mean that I inherently prefer one style over the other, but I do find myself gravitating towards a lot of bands who, indeed, do this.

If I had to summarize what was so appealing about it to me personally, I would say listening to a long track is akin to reading an engaging story. They share a lot more in common than you might think: consistent theming, a lot of them actively tell a story of some kind (especially if it's a concept album LOL), the contrasting usage of high points juxtaposed against dulcet lows, they typically feature a climax somewhere ... it all kind of fits into a similar shape. Told through a completely different medium, sure, but the appeal is identical to me at least.

Take Opeth's titular "Blackwater Park". This track comes in at 12 minutes, 8 seconds.

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The entire song is a perfect blend of everything that makes the album so phenomenal. The first two minutes are spent building expectation. Those deep, tridgy guitar riffs completely immerse you inside this garden-esque soundscape of pure atmosphere and progressive death metal beauty. When the growls are finally added to the mix the sound becomes full and complete; but it's shortlived as we're soon thrown backwards into another heavenly verse, devoid now of both vocals and distortion. It's different, but you know it's still Opeth. After this abrupt switch-up, you're constantly left on edge, wondering what could be next. Every little decision has a payoff. I genuinely think this song is one of the finest masterpieces in death metal history. And I think without all of this room to breathe, it likely wouldn't have been.

Another one I instantly think of when it comes to long songs is Periphery's "Reptile". It's quite the monster of a track, boasting an impressive 16 minutes and 43 seconds.

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Honestly, I've listened to this song hundreds of times and it still flies by like an instant. I don't even feel time pass when I'm listening to it. This is one of those songs where, if someone asks where to start with Periphery, I recommend it immediately. It showcases virtually everything that makes their music appealing to me. When it wants to hit hard, it hits hard. When it wants to build atmosphere, you better believe it's going to have the best payoff it physically could have had. Spencer's screams and powerful cleans are showcased in crystalline clarity, as are Misha's incredible compositional abilities and absolutely absurd technicality. Matt's drumming is the icing on the cake; matching the mood and tone of any musical scene it needs to. I could go on and on. It's a nearly 17-minute-long flex of a song where every moment is just as exciting as the last.

But that's my ramble over. I've recently been listening to this band called "Haken", and wouldn't you know, the song that got me initially interested in their stuff was long as fuck. And it was awesome. You should check it out.

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#goat's musical thoughts #progressive metal #djent #death metal #opeth #periphery #haken #vildhjarta #youtube

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system-of-a-feather · 1 year ago

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Man, I'm (Fei, final fused state) listening to the Loki Season 2 Part 2 Soundtrack and the line "Purpose is often more burden than glory" really sticks with me cause man 0 if there is anything to summarize the core locus that defines the "Riku Part" in relation to the rest of the system, the thing that makes the basis for every elaborate dynamic and role they have with the other parts, it would be best summarized as "Purpose and/or Passion". Everything about their role in the system boils down to them being the sole carrier and center of purpose and passion and that they are functionally there to provide that not only for themselves but the entire system - and ever since our childhood / original host situation got fucked up around age 7-10 they've been living that on full drive as a host / one of the hosts / one of the most frequent fronters since then.

And honestly, having to be responsible for giving, providing, and generating a sense of purpose for the system - a genuine "why" to keep going - when growing up being abused, being targetted for MC-related stuff from a snake of a sister that was our "only non-abusive older person in our life" who gave us up to predators and left us for daring to be hurt by that, being disabled and having multiple mental health issues, being otherwise a lone, and having almost every friendship we invested to end with no closure (moved without goodbyes) or turned abusive - was both an insane pressure and a mammoth of a task, especially when you consider that save for the first and last two years, they were the ONLY host and they lived through MOST of the last half of our childhood

They had to experience and endure the garbage of life as a teen and then the climb out and survival in college as the main person experiencing it, and still - despite it all - keep their head up and never waver in their purpose because if THEY lost sight of it, if they stopped believing in it, if they wavered, the system as a whole would collapse beneath them. And that sounds like a catastophization, but as a fused state of all our parts, I can say for certain that - especially during any point before we graduated college - if they ever did genuinely stay down for more too long, we would have imploded. Most other parts don't have any motivation to heal, recovery, or keep trying. Most don't have motivation to try to do better or even really live on their own. Some parts - even with Riku's radiating vision - barely managed to hold faith in them to not just off and kill themselves or go off and commit crimes that would end in a rather short life.

And thats what XIV - hell most of the parts that are otherwise headstrong, angry and closed off and/or smarter, wiser, and more capable than Riku on their own - respected the most out of them despite the fact that they're fucking idiots 95% of the time. Out of context, Riku is really nothing special - they're stupid, they've got shitty stamina and are completely whiny about any level of physical discomfort, they are the worlds largest hypocrites because they know whats right and struggle A LOT to actually do what they suggest, they are control freaks and particular as fuck and there are alters here that can do almost everything way better than they can and yet a lot of the time they are stubborn and even though they CAN easily switch with any of the other parts, they choose to make themselves suffer. In our trauma therapist's words that Riku agreed to - they are addicted to their own misery. (Which probably comes from the fact that they find it easier to find and see their purpose better when they are suffering than when they aren't suffering)

All in all, Riku out of context is a very mediocre and an average normal person (a generalist, which isn't bad, but as a stubborn control freak it is very frustrating from the specialist views) in relevance to the rest of the frequent fronters (a lot of us being a lot more specialists in that we have very specific extreme skills and huge deficiencies elsewhere), but within the context - Riku is beyond a specialist in their sheer resilience and ability to always see something worthwhile in the garbage of everything.

In a similar but very very different way than XIV, they never loose because they never see an end to the "why" and more than anything else, thats what really got us to our place in life. Thats why I am able to sit here and be me, a fused whole for the time being, writing the genuine insight to the host of 15 or so years that somehow always kept their head up and kept trudging through.

It's why Riku as a part is known in this system for being the part that no part can genuinely hate for long. There are so many reasons a lot of parts have to hate them, or be frustrated with them, or want to usurp their central role to the system, but in the end of the day - they really believe in the most for all parts of our system, in the world, and others. They see the most potential in others and look at the most dismal situations and "give up on it" situations and both internally as a part, internally as a system, and to those around them, really dedicate to wanting to see people reach where they belong. To them, those they come to know have a place to be, a great thing to become - maybe for the world, maybe for society, maybe for their close peers, maybe just for themselves - and they just really genuinely like to see all that potential grow and flourish against all preconsceived notions of what is possible.

It's not anything "special" for them, it's just their way of existence because its their extreme that they got from our childhood, our trauma, and our disorder. They see potential - a why - in almost everything and anyone they spend enough time with and they love to see that why be realized.

I dunno, I feel like Riku and XIV have spent time trying to pinpoint and explain the nature of Riku and how - despite being considerably average to the other parts in the system - Riku is by far the most respected and loved parts in our system. Perhaps its cause they're so average as well that they are the best.

You know, "Sometimes the best horse is the worst horse, and the worst horse is best horse, because the best horse learns too easily and misses the marrow of the practice where as the worst horse will fail and struggle and yet persevere to deeply understand the practice and when that worst horse learns the practice, he will have a much deeper, much more full understanding and appreciation of the practice" - the allegory(?) from Shunryu Suzuki that our system loves, I think best summarizes the nature of Riku.

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sorenphelps · 8 months ago

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For the ask game: 7, 10, 23, 29!

Hi there!

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

Oh wow, it's a hard question! I don't really have any favourite words, so I'm just gonna share some that foreigners usually find beautiful for some reason:

fülolaj = ear oil, cipőfűző= shoe laces, pillangó= butterfly

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

It's the forth time I'm asked about this (answers here, here and here), but don't you worry, I can still share some more! XD Swearing in Hungarian is my passion apparently.

We have several words for penis, and they can be used in a very versatile way. For example: "Fasz"=dick, which can refer to an actual penis and an unpleasant person too. "Fasza"=his dick, but it is used as an adjective mostly, it can either mean that something is very great, or as a sarcastic remark for something that is awful. "Faszom"= my dick, is usually used as a short statement of annoyance, like "damnit" or "oh, shit". (It's probably my standard phrase to use when I notice something unpleasant.) We also use the word dickhead ("faszfej") the same way as in English, but we can add other words to it for variety, without any change in the meaning, e.g. "faszkalap"=dick hat. "Fasz se tudja"=my dick doesn't know, is used when you have no idea about something. This phrase can be used with any of our words for penis. "Mi a fasz?"=What is a dick? is used as what the fuck in English. Because it's a short word starting with an F, fuck is translated as "fasz" in Hungarian dub quite often. "Pöcs" also means penis, but it's a milder version of "fasz", and used for younger guys mostly (but not exclusively). "Pöcsöl"=using dick, means to waste time.

Also here's a long sentence full of swearing, which contains most of the phrases that I've listed so far, without using one twice:

A kurva élet basszon már meg, mi a szart pöcsölsz már, menj��l a telibekúrt faszszopó anyádba, húzz innen a büdös picsába el a gecibe, te seggarcú rohadt ribanc!

It's over exaggerated (?), and actually very hard to translate to convey the essence truthfully without butchering it. To summarize, it means something like this: Why are you wasting my time, damnit, go fuck off already, you ugly bitch!

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?

We have a wide variety, we have our own brands of beer, wine and hard liquor too.

I think beer is the most common, because it's the cheapest. There are more and more craft beer breweries out there, so there is a large selection in quality too.

I personally prefer wine, and while I am from the Northern-Eastern side of Hungary, I like wines from Lake Balaton more for some reason. We have a very sweet white wine Tokaji, which I think is a protected trademark. Another popular drink is wine mixed with soda, called "fröccs" (it's the Hungarian word for the splashing sound). Fröccs is actually my favourite drink, especially in the summer. I'm always down to a viceházmester (2dl wine+3dl water) from white wine. Here's a whole chart about fröccs types:

We have our own hard liquor too called pálinka. It's made from fruits (usually plums or peach, but can be made from anything), and the alcohol content can vary. It is actually allowed (encouraged even) to make your own pálinka. I am not a fan, but it is the most Hungarian alcohol. If you are in Hungary and you are offered a water-like clear drink, especially in the countryside, be careful! It will probably be pálinka and not water. (To illustrate how strong it can be, a common phrase to refer to pálinka is "kerítésszaggató"= fencemelting.🤷🏻‍♀️)

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

Already answered here. But I just realized that I completely misunderstood the question, so I'm gonna answer this again. I live in Budapest, which is the capital of Hungary. And it's really a capital vs. countryside. But even it's a Buda vs. Pest. Or in the countryside, it's a West vs. East. As I mentioned before, Hungarians hate everyone, especially other Hungarians.

#lau gets personal #ask game #fun facts about hungary

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crayonwarrior1 · 4 months ago

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A 3 AM Rant On Difficulty In Video Games Written While I Take A Very Tired Shit

I think difficulty is such an interesting topic, primarily because it's changed so much over the past 40+ years, both in usage and necessity. Obviously, older video games had to be smaller, and so they were typically harder, but I also feel that they (generally) were not that much harder than the video games of today—people just sucked at them.

Mario Time

The NES classic Super Mario Bros has been beaten in under 5 minutes by more people than one from that time would expect (granted, the number's probably 0, but the point still stands). And, although only the best can legitimately beat it that fast, the game can still be beaten fairly easily by anyone with any platforming experience, and the amount of difficulty is not that much greater than Super Mario Wonder. In fact, most of the difficulty in the original Mario stems from knowledge—where to find the warp zones, which blocks have power-ups, and which pipes to take in 8-4. So, if someone who had a guide played the game, they would probably perform better than another person going in blind. The remaining difficulty largely stems from less even spikes in difficulty, which was a problem most games from this era faced, considering that their short length didn't allow for a more fleshed out build, similar to the ones seen in modern games. But, do those two qualify as difficulty in a traditional sense, or can they simply be explained away by poor level design that do nothing but add arbitrary challenge to the game? Am I a chump, or is Miyamoto a rat bitch?

What Is Difficulty?

I guarantee that practically nobody thought about this before, but there's a weirdly large number of answers to that question. For instance, take game knowledge. In The Legend of Zelda (the first one), most of the game consists of knowing what walls to bomb and where to go—pieces of knowledge that are almost never given to the player within the game itself. Is the game hard, because an unknowing player would have to guess at where to go? Or, is the game easy, because a player who paid for the strategy guide would instantly know where everything is and trivialize the game? If the player plays a modern port without the manual, they would have a disadvantage to a player who had read the manual. And, with the advent of the internet and the information age, it's easier than ever to just search for a solution, which turns every puzzle game into a mindless "monkey see, monkey do" simulator. To summarize, how does one factor in external knowledge?

Another example of the definition of difficulty varying is in settings. In Fortnite, there's an accessibility setting that displays the direction of all shots, footsteps, chests, and other noises. Some of these sounds would be so quiet otherwise that hearing them would be near impossible, and discerning the direction of the shot is even more unrealistic. The game is certainly easier with the setting enabled, but this setting is off by default (at least, it was, but they changed that in the last update). Or, for a more traditional example, Super Mario Odyssey (I promise I play more games than Nintendo games and Fortnite, but they help prove my point) has a mode called "Assist Mode" in which Mario is given six hearts instead of three. Obviously, that makes the game easier, but it's also obviously not the intended experience. The easiest example of this is any game with several difficulties. Which one is used to determine how hard a game is?

Furthermore, a third example is found in what is considered. Many games feature extra challenges not required to complete the game's main story. For instance, Persona 5 Royal has several secret boss fights that offer extra challenge for a reward. The game also consists of multiple endings. Some endings are easier to get than others, and whether or not a player chooses to fight Lavenza can change the game's difficulty significantly. Or, take an open world game like The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. That game, much like its predecessor, can be beaten without completing certain story objectives. It makes the final boss fight much harder, but it's technically faster. Plus, that game has a lot of extra challenges to conquer that are not necessary to beat the game (much like every other open world game) (seriously though, I'm still not over that time I walked into a random room and had to fight 5 Lynels back-to-back). How does one consider optional challenges, multiple endings, and branching paths?

A fourth example is found in games that have no real ending. For instance, most simulator and sandbox games have no real conclusion, rather lasting until death or bankruptcy or perhaps infinitely. How do you define the difficulty of a game that doesnt end? How hard is Garry's Mod? Goat Simulator? Cities: Skylines? A big example that has been neglected until now is found in Minecraft. Yes, there is an ending, but it really isn't the point of the game. Many find enjoyment in Creative or Peaceful mode, or just building, farming, fishing, and experiencing the world rather than killing the dragon. How do you classify games that don't end or can be experienced without an ending?

The last example that I want to write about is player experience. Some people are just naturally good at video games, where others are bad. And, as video games continue to exist, people have more and more experience with them, which helps them tackle other games easier. For instance, in the 1980s, video games hadn't been popular for very long, and so people had less experience, and so they were, on average, worse than the average 2024 gamer. Plus, someone who plays a lot of games may have more experience in one genre than another. How do you factor in experience and skill into a difficulty rating?

In Conclusion

I don't know. The easiest answer is to just average out everybody's scores, and assume that the resulting number is fairly accurate for the average gamer playing on the normal difficulty doing average things. However, I still think that reviews and numbers don't matter more than general guidelines. Play what you want. This post only spawned because I still suck at Cuphead 7 years later and I'm salty about it, so don't listen to me.

#video games

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blindrapture · 4 months ago

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july 23.

been excited for this one. this log is altogether a solid one, I knew it when I wrote it a couple months ago, but it's also the first Real Good One in a long string of Real Good Ones that will keep us going well into august. and we'll have to see if I can keep the trend up with the logs I'm writing now.

let's talk about today's log.

first, the shopping mall and the mannequins. this was a puzzle for me, as this was entirely new content, an entirely new rabbit hole that's at least based on tropes that some other rabbit holes in the story had exhibited. had to figure out a plot, a reason for this part of the story, didn't want the kids to just happily find a door and resume the America trek without some effort. there's some small details that may come up again. and then there's the mannequins. honestly that idea is well within the boundaries of what existing horror stories already do, it's nothing special, but, like, I want to emphasize here that writing rapture often means having to compose a fully functional short story that'd be perfectly good on its own, but having it condensed within one section of a single damn log. the mannequin thing was a case of that. felt as much of a pain to make as if I had written it as a whole story.

second, Salmacis. what do you want me to say. I love EAT. I love Salmacis, as one particular story's portrayal of EAT. Salmacis is like an EAT that is willing to be a Good Guy. today Salmacis shows up as a girl in plaid who's absolutely caked in mud. what's not to love? (I actually do have some trouble with EAT conversations, despite them flowing so naturally for me. because I end up writing a lot of variations on the conversation, sometimes completely new extended conversations, and having to rigorously delete what I can and manage the flow. these conversations have to flow as believable conversations, yes, but they also have to flow as part of the greater Rapture experience, feeding into a sequence of Information and Speculation to be experienced by the reader. (Salmacis is a character who knows a lot more Information and has more reasonable Speculation than almost any other. I don't want her to just walk us all the way through the plot, though. so I give her limits.)

third, San Francisco. or Sanctuary Francisco (San. Francisco). in the original story, we didn't get there until tomorrow. but I had to shuffle some plot around anyway, and I was okay with getting us there today, introducing us to this local RAF group early. San Francisco is a five-log serial. it is not a finale, though, so it'll be treated as just another five logs, but, it's clearly all a sequence. the original serial was comically boring. there were reasons for this, but yes you are allowed to summarize them as "DJay was 16." I have Done Things with it this time. it gave me a lot of trouble to do so, but I believe it was worth it. I will have a lot of things I can ramble about for the next five logs.

you know what I said earlier, about rapture requiring me to come up with entire short stories' worth of ideas and condense them all into little sections of a log? San Francisco was that but bigger. San Francisco, in this rewrite, was me coming up with an entire five-act play. each log is an act in this play. it would have been a compelling and wild play on its own. but instead it's just A Plotline in OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING. and we're about to enter it. there are ways we can connect this to the Big Ramble I did at the start of the act, the thesis of Act 2, something about what media is and how storytelling evolves, builds on itself. that's for you to ponder on. put on a beret and stroke your chin and think about it. even if you just pretend you "get" it and start saying stuff about it that sounds like what someone who "gets it" would say, I promise you will be unironically engaging with it appropriately. we misunderstand "getting it." art is engaged with far more successfully by playing pretend, as long as it's done in good faith.

see you tomorrow. for the start of the serial. :)

EDIT: oh, did completely forget to mention something that is most relevant here. there's a talk about the nintendo DS in this log. I had actually decided on a big thing here, and had written it into the log before deciding to scrap that and leave it completely unspoken. or, actually the kids probably absolutely do speak to each other about it, but Jordan deliberately doesn't write about it, because he has no real reason to.

that is: in my personal headcanon, at least, Jordan has been carrying, with him, his Nintendo DS in a pocket this entire time. it's very old, has no battery cover, the battery is held in there with a big old strip of tape. it only has one game in it, probably Sonic Rush, and he doesn't really play it because he'd already beaten it before all this. but he keeps the DS with him because it can tell the time. and he uses the DS to tell the time, when he's not in a city or something where he can just see the time on some abandoned clock. he especially uses the DS in the rabbit holes, where the time doesn't really matter and definitely wouldn't be adhering to the time zone of wherever on Earth Jordan just was. the DS would be still in that time zone, though. Jordan does not check his DS every timestamp. I fully believe that a lot of the time he doesn't actually give us the correct time, that he just gives a reasonable educated guess. but he'll check his DS every now and then. definitely when he wakes up. there will be some rabbit holes like those hotels where he can probably plug it in and charge it too.

like. this is entirely within Jordan's character to do. he hates watches and does not have a phone. this is a perfectly goofy explanation. in this log, at that party in San Francisco, at the gamer corner, he will have pulled out his DS and talked about video games with others. I think I remember something about someone else having a fucking Atari Lynx, and Jordan not even knowing that was a thing. maybe that exchange happens tomorrow. maybe not, I think it was tied to the reveal of Jordan having a DS on him. but I felt it more important to cut that reveal, because Rapture otherwise never offers an explanation for Jordan's sense of time, and I actually prefer it that way. the presence of timestamps is fairly reliable and serves as structure, backdrop, the "frame," the "stage" on which what we see unfolds. I didn't want to actually call attention to it, even for an appropriately goofy explanation. I could have. I am not above calling attention to structural elements. but I believe it would make the story more confusing where it doesn't need to be-- those sections where the time is unknown, where the timestamp is "Night" or a string of numbers. I didn't want the reader wondering about how that fits into the fucking Nintendo DS thing. I want those sections to just clearly indicate disorientation, be off-putting rather than confusing.

but. let it be a headcanon. let this be Word Of God offering an amusing proposition. Jordan is absolutely a DS boy.

okay. now. see you tomorrow.

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deskmisfit · 2 years ago

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Trying to get another one off the list, before I forget XD Thanks for tagging me, even though I am still baffled that you (tagged by @doorfighter) really want to learn MORE about me.

Nickname: Raine – Ray for short. This one’s got quite a long history despite sounding quite...mundane. Actually when community boards were all the rage, I used to participate in a lot of roleplaying boards, making up all kinds of characters. One of those roleplays was about something musical as far as I remember, so I named one of my characters Raven Chord. Yeah, real creative, I know. I was about 13 years old, I think and I liked ravens. Afterwards I continued using that name, shortening it to Ray. But after some time, I tried out some deviations and settled on Raine, because I like rain and the shorthand Ray also was one related to Raven. Plus, someone told me that the image of a raven kinda suited me as they are empathetic animals *shrugs*

Sign: Gemini

Height: 158 cm (5'2.2'')

Last thing I googled: "what’s 158cm in inches“ – Sorry for not having anything „juicier“ to share here. And I really don’t get why the US is always this extra special when it comes to units – or anything in general.

Number of followers: 34

Song stuck in my head: Digimon Data Squad – Wolkenreiter; I really love the German Digimon songs and can only advise anyone to listen to them. So sad that it’s a thing of the past that we got our very own versions of Anime Intros that sometimes were waaaaay cooler than the originals even! At least that’s what I think. I really miss racing home from school just to turn on the TV and watch the newest episodes of my favorite Animes.

Amount of sleep: Too little – mostly. Hopefully 6-7 hours, though I usually sleep about 5 hours or less; my insomnia is keeping me awake, keeps me from sleeping through the night and then wakes me up way too early. It’s such a joy (not).

Dream Job: I don’t really know. Probably the best thing for me would be to be able to earn a living by writing as I doubt I can ever live with my racing mind without trying to empty it out every now and then. I always start jotting something down just to discard it though. At least it helps in keeping my never ending thoughts from spilling out completely. Also might keep me occupied enough with things that vary enough in nature to stop my brain from going into a catatonic state from boredom.

Currently Wearing: jeans, t-shirt (print saying: You have a beautiful soul, give it to me!), thin pullover underneath and a grey hoodie with small white owls printed all over it (they’re real cute!)

Movies/Books that summarize you: Hm...hard to say. If I had to pick a book that’d at least describe some of my more serious thought processes, I might choose „Erich Fromm – Den Menschen verstehen; Psychoanalyse und Ethik“ This book made me feel understood, even if this might sound strange to some people. The next one that I’d pick, even though it isn’t a book, might be the „Given“ manga series. I relate to all the main characters – each one reminding me of parts of me; some more faded, others still quite present today. And then a movie...“Bullet Train“. It’s so random – just.like.me. Like...really. Probably a whole lot more stuff out there, but that’s what I am going with for this questionnaire.

Favorite Instrument: piano (never had the opportunity to learn though - unfortunately; only learned to play two songs in school lessons)

Favorite Song: Hard to pick one. I am listening to way too much. Let’s just name three here: „Linkin Park – Numb“, „Evanescence – Bring Me To Life“ and „Skillet – Monster“. You’d probably surprised about what I am listening to most nowadays when you compare them to this line-up.

Aesthetic: Creepy-cute, I guess? I love all cute and fluffy things. At the same time though I really adore some bloody (sometimes even a bit gory) stuff and things connected to death and darkness – does that make sense? When I came upon a holographic sparkly sticker that had „I like collecting dead stuff“ on top of a skull beneath a glass dome with some butterflies adorning it, I felt so understood!

Favorite Authors: Hard to say. I don’t really tend to have favorites. I just become obsessed with one thing for a certain period of time until the next thing takes over. But well...I certainly like Erich Fromm, I guess. Then I do enjoy Matt Haig’s more messy writing style, but adore Edgar Allan Poe’s interesting stories and his choice of words – just to name a few. But to pitch an author: Go and read Lynn Flewelling’s Nightrunner series!

Random Fun Fact: I am often asked about what happend to my pinkies as they are curved towards my ring fingers (medical term: clinodactyly). Most assume they had been broken at some point making them look like this, but nope. Both pinkies look the same and it’s just a little cosmetic anomaly. Only makes my typing experience a bit different from others (at least that’s one of the few things, I’ve realized).

Tagging: Whoever wants to fill this out! I like learning about other people, but I am lazy, so....

15 Questions, 15 People

Tagged by: @aralezinspace and @happilyhertale

answers below the cut

Nickname: don't really have one. @mrsragnarlodbrok calls me wifey and Thanos tho😘

Sign: Virgo

Height: almost 5'2" (157.5 cm)

Last Thing I Googled: how many cm is 5'2" lmao, but my last legit search was in Google Scholar for "crystal nucleation density in mafic magmas"

Song Stuck in My Head: Ridin' Dirty by Chamillionaire because my research group is going to make ribbons for our name badges at LPSC with a Mars rover that says they see me rovin'

Number of Followers: almost 6k now

Amount of Sleep: a good weeknight is like maybe 5 hours?

Dream Job: tenured professor of geology at a teaching focused uni

Wearing: leggings, baggy long sleeve t-shirt, blanket

Movies/Books That Summarize You: idk? dante's peak bc it's a geology movie with a moderately accurate volcanic eruption? but my favorite movies are LotR EE, Master and Commander, and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword. and my favorite book is LotR, Silmarillion, ASOIAF, The Faithful and the Fallen.

Favorite Song: at the moment? Sleep by Goodnight, Texas

Favorite Instrument: hurdy-gurdy or talharpa

Aesthetic: dark academia, i guess? farmhouse chic? i don't know enough about aesthetics to say, my aesthetic is t-shirts and plaid shirts and field pants with lots of pockets filled with rocks and muddy hiking boots.

Favorite Authors: JRRT, GRRM, Patrick Rothfuss, John Gwynne. favorite scientific authors tho? Hap McSween and Justin Filiberto, catch me reading their papers a lot

Random Fun Fact: Mars has volcanoes that were active and producing the same type of magma (compositionally) for over 100 million years in a single location which is about 10x longer than any known volcanic complex here on Earth. So like, how? How did this funky lil red planet do that with no plate tectonics and being like a quarter of the size it should be.

tag list: @mrsragnarlodbrok @erzsebetrosztoczy @overratedsun @thatharpist @serasvictoria @bitchofdarkness @ewanmitchellcrumbs and whoever else wants to partake because i'm too lazy to tag 15 people.

#tag game #text #me

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ryuuaka713 · 4 years ago

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Soukoku & The Red Camellias

Ok, I have been thinking a lot of this lately, so I am just gonna let this all out.

You guys know this official art, right? Right?

This is literally one of my most favorite SKK official art. Like I legit thought that this is a fan-art until I saw an entire comment section in pinterest basically summarizing: “I can’t believe this is NOT a fanart”. I literally lost my shit that day because MY GOD this is so CLOSE! I’ve been in the BSD fandom since January, and I have been obsessing over Soukoku since Dead Apple.

But anyway, this official art--I showed this to my sister who has no idea what the anime is about, and I wanted an opinion from an outsider in regards of this official art just for the fun of it. And guess what she said: Apart from being GAY, she thinks that their relationship is almost similar to Romeo and Juliet (YEP! HER EXACT WORDS!). It is interesting, not just because these two act more like an aggressive version of R&J (or the anti-thesis of it), it is also the fact that the more I looked into this pic, the more I can see the whole bitter-sweetness to it.

So I decided to look up the meaning of Camellia flowers in which these two have been associated with by the fandom.

(OK, the next thing I am going to say will be something that not everyone will like. But please, hear me out)

I notice a lot of people (shippers to be precise), say that the Camellias represent love, desire, and longing. This meaning is based on WESTERN interpretation. But what about the JAPANESE symbolism of it?

In the Wikipedia version for the Hanakotoba (Japanese Floriography) the (Red) Tsubaki (the Japanese name for the Camellia) is indeed associated with “Love” (not far from the Western interpretation), but what’s interesting is that it also says: “Perishing with Grace”. Ok, Wikipedia is not entirely reliable, so I decided to do more research, and from what I’ve gathered, the Camellias are associated with Love (Again, derived from Western influence or the source is not that reliable), Divinity, and finally--Death.

So technically speaking, the reason why Tsubaki is associated with the divine is that it is used in tea ceremonies because it does not interfere with the scent of tea. Furthermore, it somehow evokes a sense of sacredness (whether directly to a Kami or not) to it, and you can see why this is almost in the same threshold as the Cherry Blossoms in terms of Japanese associations. Indeed, the Tsubaki is called the “Japanese Rose”, and very much like the Cherry Blossoms, these flowers carry a heavy meaning--Death.

Brutal as this may sound, I think the subject of Death behind the flowers is something that connects the most to Soukoku.

But before I go over that, it should be known that the Tsubaki is associated with “Noble Death”--this comes from the imagery of how the buds of the flower, when wilted, falls as a whole immediately instead of petal by petal. And many called this blossom as a form of “bad luck” because it resembles Decapitation. With that being said, the Tsubaki can be related as a symbolic imagery of a Samurai’s death (since the process of their execution involves having their heads cut off). And thus, it should emphasize the unwavering loyalty of the warrior (it makes sense as to why the petals are intact with the bud--but this is just my interpretation), and why the flower symbolizes a “noble death”.

Now what does got to do with Soukoku?

This applies more to Chuuya as the whole “sacredness”/”divinity” of the Tsubaki can be easily associated with the fact that he possessed the God of Calamity. And because Corruption means total destruction, Chuuya’s fate is literally death like what the Tsubaki implies. However, what I find even more interesting is that after reading how these flowers are associated with the samurai, this is very similar to Chuuya’s case. Chuuya in BSD is the personification of loyalty, specifically to the PM.

With his relationship with Dazai, it is a little bit different since Chuuya never wants to be his Dog (the most common symbol of loyalty). But what’s interesting enough is that he remains--CONSTANTLY trusts Dazai. In other words, he knows his motivations, trusts him, and would immediately jump into action. Chuuya would go as far as using the very thing that will kill him while keeping in mind that Dazai has a plan (e.g. Dead Apple). With that being said, this is exactly why Chuuya is the one who seems to be watching over Dazai while the latter is sleeping in the official art above. And the fact that the flower just rests on his open palm is well-connected to the aesthetic and “grace” of the Tsubaki. Chuuya’s corruption is brutally horrible, but the concept of his loyalty and trust is something that we can at least admire about him.

What about Dazai? Well, this is the part where things get a little complicated. One thing for sure, the whole death symbolism can be easily associated to his suicidal tendencies. But even so, this is still tied up (literally and figuratively speaking) to his relationship with Chuuya. Dazai said that his ideal suicide should be “clean and proper”--in other words, without burdening anyone. And yet, his death will always be tethered to Chuuya’s. This is seen when they are 15 when Rimbaud proposed that he must kill both Chuuya and Dazai to protect his crimes. This is again brought up in (SPOILERS!!!) Stormbringer when Mori brings up that if Dazai decides to give up and die, no one would save Chuuya (END SPOILERS!!!). In short they are inseparable.

And because of that, Dazai can see how he can easily influence the fate of his partner-- the very same person who is prone to death despite his desire to live. Thus, one of the reasons why he fights side by side with Chuuya. it is not just Chuuya’s complete trust in him that makes their partnership effective, but it is also his recognition of the boy’s desire to live. And that’s why we have this official art:

In this official art, it is not as delicate as the first one, but we see the Camellias again. This time, it is Dazai holding the flowers, and he is clutching them in his fists. Personally, I see this as him grasping to that life-line while Chuuya is using corruption. While Chuuya, his corruption and the camellias are about the concept of potential death, in Dazai’s case--the camellia serves as a “reminder of death” (not the actual death). Thus, why he is clutching them. After all, he recognizes that Chuuya doesn’t want to die (unlike him). Not to mention, Chuuya would willingly lay down his life to him (and vise versa). In other words, it just shows that with the symbolism of the Tsubaki, both characters--despite the “hate” they have for each other--are always connected, and it is through Death. Death because of their circumstances, or because of their characterizations.

Furthermore, the complexity of Tsubaki being this beautiful flower that is considered as sacred, a love token, and a symbolic imagery of death--parallels so much with the complexity of their relationship. I am not going to dive in further with the analysis of their relationship since I know a handful of people who are excellent in doing that. But what I’m saying here: the Camellias are not only a love token, the same way you can’t say that Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship is like a love-hate relationship (it is way more complicated than that).

With that being said, there is bittersweet connotation in their relationship. It is Romeo and Juliet in a sense that they are connected by tragedy, regardless whether they are in the same organization or not.

And that’s it, thanks for reading my ted-talk!

#soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #dazai x chuuya #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #skk

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ch3rry3lossom · 3 years ago

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Hello!! I'm so sorry for being so inactive and not posting anything at all. I have been very busy lately and have had no ideas or motivation to write. But luckily I have a few ideas in mind that should keep me posting for about a few weeks! With that being said I should be posting more regularly now!

Well let's get onto the post then! (≧∇≦)b

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☆ A Sweet Angel from the Sky ☆

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✧ Characters - venti, Xiao, and scaramouche!

✧ Summary - Genshin boys and how they would react to you being there for them and comforting them!

✧ Warnings! - a bit of angst and sadness!

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♡ Venti ♡

It was a normal, peaceful day. You had just gotten back home from an errand you had to run. You wanted nothing more but to get home and be smothered by your warm husbands touch. As you entered your home you called out to your lovely bard, hoping he wasn't too busy

"Venti!! I'm home!" you called out but got no response "hmm that's weird usually he would come running down the stairs by now" you said as you headed towards the stairs that led up to your bedroom

As you finally reached your bedroom, you gently knocked on the door. "Venti my love are you in there?" as you said those words, you heard shuffling inside the room and finally heard the bards voice

"Y-Y/n? You can come in" the bard quietly said

(Hm? His voice sounds kind of hoarsed) you though as you slowly opened the door and saw the bard sitting at the end of y'alls bed looking down sniffling a bit

"Venti?" you quickly walked towards him and gently grabbed his head, making him face you

As you did you noticed his eyes have turned a bit red with his nose a dusted pink

"Venti? Have you been crying?" you asked worried

Venti tries to get out of your grasp but fails as he starts to cry more

"Hey what's wrong? Come on talk to me, I'm here for you" you say as you gently stroke his cheek

Finally after a few minutes he calms down a bit and looks towards you

"I-im sorry Y/N, I-i just remembered my old friend and I didn't know how to feel. I just.....feel like I stole his identity in a way.Sometimes I worry you only fell in love with me because of him....i know it's a selfish thing to say but I don't even know if I would've been here with you if he didn't die and continued living. I feel so bad" the bard says as he starts crying again

You quickly pull him into a hug and gently stroke his hair

"Hey don't think that. No matter what you're still you, you're still venti deep down. You're still the loving, affectionate, energetic bard I know. I fell in love for you and only you. Don't feel bad alright? It's okay to feel this way" you quietly whisper to him as you continue to gently stroke his head

After a few minutes, he pulls away, lightly sobbing

You smile as you gently wipe a tear off his cheek and give him a quick kiss

He pulls you in, gently kissing you back and softly biting your lower lip

After a few seconds kissing, you both finally pull away and gently bump your foreheads onto each other's, looking at each other's eyes

"Thank you Y/n, thank you" venti says as he lets out a deep sigh

You smile and close your eyes, relishing the deep quietness of the room "of course, anytime my love"

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♡ xiao ♡

It was another day without seeing and being with your husband, xiao. He was off again doing his duties as always. You understood of course but slowly began to miss his company and touch more and more

You didnt want to be clingy since everytime he was here you would always be besides him and giving him affection in a way

Of course he would do his part as well. Whenever he could, he would bring you a flower as a gift or write letters to you if he couldn't come home that day

You appreciated the effort, you did but you wish he could've made a quick visit instead once in a while

It's not that you didn't have friends as well to keep you company, you did but most of them were far too busy as well to hang out with you each day

You decided to just swipe away the thought and head to bed early. It was getting quite dark after all

After maybe a few hours sleeping, you heard a shuffle through the bed sheets you were laying on and suddenly felt two warm arms wrap around you

You turn around and see xiaos head pressed against your back, that's when you also realized you started feeling his hot breath against your skin as well

Confused you say "xiao??? I though you weren't coming home until another 2 days???"

You suddenly felt his arms squeeze you a bit more tighter

"Do you......not want me here?" he says quietly

You quickly turn around completely, your chest now facing his head. "N-no! I do want you here! I missed you! I'm just confused is all" you quietly laugh as you wrap your arms around him and gently stroke his hair

He let's out a deep sigh and muzzles his face deeper into your chest

Nothing his slightly off demeanour, you decide to ask him what's wrong. "Xiao? Is anything the matter?"

After a few moments of silence he finally speaks

"Are you......tired of me? Are you only staying here with me so that you don't break my heart? Am I not treating you right or being here as often as I should be? He says, his voice raising with every question he asks

"Xiao.....of course I'm not tired of you. I love you and i would never leave you or pretend that I'm in love with you because I truly am. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. Don't stop doing your duties because of me. I do want you here a bit more but just being here with you is enough" you say as you give him a quick kiss on his forehead

He looks up at you "are you sure? I'll try my best to come home more early from now on"

You smile and gently kiss him, he gets a little surprised and hesitates but soon returns the kiss, gently grabbing your hair and pulling you down to kiss you more deeper

Finally after a few minutes you both pull away. Xiao going back to nuzzling his face onto your chest

You smile as you close your eyes and continue stroking his hair, finding peace in his slow breathing and the quiet sound of the night

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♡ scaramouche ♡

Hello! So I'm kind of upset since I wrote a very good story for scaramouche in this post but because something went wrong with saving, it deleted everything I wrote for him! I don't have good memory so I'm going to summarize what I wrote in as much detail as I can! I'm so sorry about that!

Basically you were picking up flowers for him since hes a very busy man and doesn't come home often. You though gifting him a present would be good since you always do that whenever he comes back home. So you see him and run up to him and give him the present and usually he would blush and scoff while complaining to not do it in public but nonetheless takes the flowers

Right now tho he just nods and takes the flower and walks towards y'alls house

You get confused but brush it off and follow him

You usually hug him from behind so that's what you do and usually he would complain and whine about how clingy you are but still give you a quick kiss and hug you back but this time he shakes your hands off and walks upstairs towards y'alls room annoyed

You start getting worried and follow him and see him laying down on the bed. You ask him what's wrong as you sit besides him

He starts saying how you're always near him, giving him kisses and gifts, loving him and how he doesn't understand why you do all that

You tell him it's because he's your husband and you love him

He asks how you could love someone like him since he dosent always return your love or at least now how hes supposed to. He also dosent always come home and how people have been gossiping about how he dosent love you or appreciate you

You shut him up by giving him a kiss and giving him little pecks around his face and telling him how none of that is true and you love him for him and understand

He whines and scoffs before pulling down onto the bed with him and telling you to keep giving him kisses as he hugs you and lays his face on your chest

You giggle and keep giving him kisses

He thought to himself how he's selfish for wanting your love and not wanting you to ever leave him. Nonetheless tho he appreciates and loves you a lot and promised to come home more and show you how much he loves and appreciates you in his own way.

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Again I'm so sorry if for scaramouche it seems rushed! I will either include him in another post and make sure it's very detailed this time or make a short story for him! Let me know what you guys think and if y'all have any suggestions or ideas!

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mirai-studies-languages · 3 years ago

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How to practice listening in a foreign language

Hi! Listening is a tough skill to improve, but I’ve found myself gradually improving as time has gone on, so I thought I would try to offer some advice to anybody who needs it. I think the key to improving your listening is increasing your vocabulary, and practice. I’m basing this mostly on my French (B2) and Spanish (A2/B1) studies.

Figure out what you should listen to! It is important to listen to something that is at your level. For complete beginners, just focus on your textbook exercises and beginners podcasts like Innovative Languages, LingQ and Coffee Break Languages (I highly recommend these by the way). For less difficult languages like French and Spanish (or whatever is close to the languages you speak), you might want to try watching a few Easy Languages videos, since they use topic specific vocabulary. I don’t really recommend this for languages that are very different from the languages you speak though, since it might just be confusing. For upper beginners, you can focus on watching short YouTube videos on topics that interest you (for example in Spanish, I watch a lot of YouTube videos about language learning). You can also try listening to learners podcasts. There are also a lot of YouTube videos out there made for learners that are only in your target language for beginners, like the Innovative Languages YouTube accounts. Just look up “[Target language] beginners listening practice” and something will probably come up. You could also watch children’s shows because of the simplistic language. For intermediate learners, it might be time to start properly dipping your toes into native material. TV shows, podcasts and films are good, but if you don’t like them, then there is a wealth of listening resources to be found on YouTube. Make sure to avoid anything that uses jargon or outdated language, like historical dramas and videos about science. The radios and comedy skits are great for learning informal language (e.g. Cyprien for French). For lower intermediate learners, I would recommend to also focus most of your attention on intermediate podcasts (e.g. For French: InnerFrench and Piece Of French are really good). You should be able to understand about half of it, and as you continue learning French this will increase. I’d say you are at an upper intermediate level once you can understand pretty much everything that is said in these podcasts and videos, and can also understand a fair amount of native material. For advanced learners, historical dramas and university lectures might be good for this. You might also want to look into content for more difficult dialects (unless you are only focusing on one). Just listen to anything and everything that challenges you, and you will start to improve over time. Across all levels, song lyrics are good too!

Read and listen at the same time! Audiobooks and subtitles are the best for this. Make sure you are actually listening instead of just reading. This improves both your listening and your reading skills!

Dictate what you are listening to! Try to write down everything that has been said word for word, and make sure you get the grammar correct too. Once you have finished, compare it to the actual transcription or subtitles and make corrections. Maybe memorise any new vocabulary, and review any grammar points you got wrong.

Shadow! This basically means repeat what is said after it is said. This improves listening AND pronunciation!

Research how pronunciation changes! When I say this, I basically mean explore how pronunciation changes in the spoken version of a language when compared to the proper version of the language. Read articles with examples on informal and spoken language, and the way syllables will meld together or be shortened. You might want to memorise the most common slang too. Also, for languages with complex politeness levels like Japanese, research that too. Make sure you look out for these in whatever you are listening to, and make sure you listen widely in both informal and formal versions of your target language.

When you learn topic specific vocabulary, listen to content made about that topic! If you learn vocabulary related to the beach, then watch a beach movie. If you learn vocabulary about furniture, watch those DIY videos on YouTube. Learn topic specific vocabulary, and then put it into practice! You will find a wealth of vocabulary resources on this site alone. At first, learn the most important topics, then gradually expand to more niche ones when you become more advanced.

Listen without any help at first! For me, I will get a short YouTube video and listen to it without any help. Then, I will watch it again with subtitles (in my target language), and will pause to turn any unknown words into flashcards. I will go through those flashcards and memorise them. Finally, I will listen to the video again, and again, until I can catch and understand every word. This takes time, but it gets good results.

Summarize what you just listened to! I would suggest doing this before looking at a transcription or subtitles. Try listening to audio and write a quick summary of what you were told, and then look at the transcription to see how accurate you were.

Replay the audio until you can understand everything! This is especially important for upper intermediate learners, because their goal is to understand everything. If you don’t know a word, then memorise it, and listen again! As time goes on, you will be able to understand everything better.

Adjust the speed of the audio! For beginners and lower intermediate learners, you can make it slower in order to understand it better. For upper intermediate and advanced learners, I recommend speeding it up. The faster it is, the easier you will later find normal native speed.

Just keep listening to your target language! The sounds of a language is something that takes a long time to get used to. You just need to keep on listening, and keep on practicing, and eventually you will start to improve. Listen to your target language whenever you have free time, and over time it will start to pay off. You’ll find that the speed that used to intimidate you will just sound normal, and as your vocabulary increases, so will your listening ability.

Thanks for reading this post! I hope it was useful!

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poguesofthebau · 4 years ago

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paranoia

summary: meeting dylan einstein, a genius forensic scientist from indianapolis, musters up some unknown insecurities about your relationship with reid. however, morgan-- and reid, once he figures it out-- isn’t willing to let you think that way. warnings: mentions of bombings (as pertaining to the case)

word count: 3k pairing: spencer reid x female!bau!reader

a/n: set in season 10, episode 14, this one was requested by @koc-help! as per usual, it took me forever to write, so i hope you can forgive me for that and enjoy what i came up with!!

bombing cases were stressful. it always seemed harder for you; figuring out a motive, pushing down the overwhelming sympathy for the victims, convincing yourself that all of your team members were safe. because of your unshakable paranoia in the wake of those cases, you were already on edge by the time the team was boarding the jet to indianapolis. and, of course, spencer caught on to the way you were feeling almost immediately.

with the limited information the team had at that point, conversation about the case was reasonably brief. the file was reviewed and discussed, and hotch delegated a role for everyone to take when the jet landed. when the conversation came to a lull, you slid out of your seat, tossing the manilla folder onto the leather before moving to the back of the jet to make a cup of coffee. jj and derek’s voices were audible as they continued to spitball off of each other, masking the sound of spencer approaching where you stood. “hey,” he called to you as he neared. having been enveloped in the chatter your other friends were creating, you jumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. when you looked up at him, his eyebrows were raised in concern at your reaction, immediately making you recoil into yourself. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you breathed, pulling the coffee pot out of its place to pour the liquid into your empty cup. “i’m fine.”

“that’s not very convincing, you know.” you turned to face him then, sighing and internally shaking the dread away. “what is it?”

“i’m not a huge fan of bombings,” you said sarcastically. spencer scoffed a laugh at that, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear as you continued with a bit more seriousness. “just a little worried. it’s nothing, spence.”

“i’m not used to seeing you worried in this way. are you sure you’re okay? i mean, do you want to talk about it?”

the soft-spoken concern in spencer’s tone along with the expression he was looking at you with warmed your heart. if there was one thing that could take your mind off of a murderous bomber, it was spencer. your eyes flickered over to the rest of the team, making sure no one was paying any attention to you and your boyfriend huddled up in the back of the jet, before you leaned up and pressed your mouth to spencer’s. the kiss was quick, but it was also just the reassurance that you both needed. “i promise, i’ll tell you if i need to talk. for now, i just want to get this son of a bitch and go back home.”

being present for the disarming of the second bomb only worsened your initial paranoia. the thought of an explosive device made you anxious enough; having to stand your ground and comfort an intended victim while a bomb was armed less than a foot from you was a whole new feeling. you trusted morgan to clip a wire without killing you, but the adrenaline in the heat of the moment was hard to shake. it had been a few hours since the scene had unfolded, but you still felt like your heart could possibly jump out of your chest at any moment the morning after the disarming. despite the underlying terror running through your veins, you were critically analyzing everything going on around you. your focus was completely dedicated to the case unfolding around you, because the sooner you cracked it, the sooner your thinly veiled fear would dissipate.

you were digging around in the bed of the pickup truck while einstein, the local forensic scientist, examined the bomb itself. out of your peripherals you saw reid and morgan approaching, but the bulk of your energy was going into analyzing the scene as best you could. your boyfriend’s eyes lingered on you for a few seconds as he neared, immediately gauging the nerves you were trying so hard to conceal. reid made a mental note to address that as soon as he could get you alone, but fought the urge to do so right then. spencer knew you well enough to know that, no matter how freaked out you currently were, your mind was concentrating on the scene before you, and anything else would simply be considered a distraction. he swallowed down the lump in his throat that formed at the thought of not being able to help you before tuning in to the comment einstein began to make. “he really went for a bigger boom this time.”

the short conversation that ensued between the two following that comment was something that shouldn’t have bothered you. you knew it meant nothing; reid wasn’t the only genius in the world who memorized excerpts from anarchy cookbooks or mathematical theories. just because some young, brilliant, beautiful girl knew the same book as spencer didn’t mean you had anything to worry about.

nonetheless, you became very worried about it.

you strolled around to the passenger side of the truck, sliding into the empty seat with a quizzical look on your face. “you know, it’s a wonder that he even realized he triggered the bomb.”

opening the driver’s side door as he spoke, reid slid into the truck next to you. “maybe he heard something when he stepped on the pedal.”

“and knew not to move? i mean, what’s this guy got, an ex-paramilitary background we don’t know about?”

the back and forth continued a few more times, and within a minute you and reid had developed the idea that allen archer, the bomb’s target, could potentially be your unsub. upon this conclusion, einstein spoke up again. “that’s what you guys do. you just talk a lot.” her voice was joking as the words left her lips, and a bright smile graced her face as she spoke. regardless of the playful tone you immediately identified, the words triggered something in you.

“well, there’s also a lot of kicking down doors involved,” morgan interjected from outside the passenger door, shaking you out of your internally-mortified state. you watched as einstein announced her departure then, mustering up a measly close-lipped smile in return to the courteous and friendly glance she offered you before leaving.

as she walked away, her words repeated in your mind. it was so simple for her to summarize; you just talk a lot. a woman so young and so intelligent had just condensed your entire career into a five-word sentence so simple that you couldn’t even disagree. was that truly all you were capable of? talking? bouncing ideas off of your coworkers’ ideas and hoping you’d end up catching the killer that way?

you spent the rest of the day arguing with yourself. in all honesty, your own inner monologue was starting to get on your nerves. despite your most sincere attempts to focus on the case in front of you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that einstein was right. and maybe she was-- maybe your job was nothing compared to hers, and maybe she was a better match for spencer than you could ever dream of being.

this new uncertainty of your career and relationship definitely didn’t help to settle your previously established fear of being blown up at any given moment.

given the circumstances, it was only a matter of time until someone on your team noticed how uneasy you were steadily growing. they knew you. you were y/n-- sometimes stubborn, oftentimes overprotective, and always capable. sure, you had off days at work, just like everyone else. you weren’t always the one to solve the case, but you were always present and attentive, engaged in the investigation with your mind and body. however, right now, your mind was in two places at once. for that reason, you weren’t surprised in the slightest when morgan approached you at the station.

as you walked toward the conference room to find hotch, you were stopped by the familiar voice calling out. “hey, hold on little lady.”

“what’s up, morgan?”

morgan shook his head at that, a knowing look crossing his features as he began to speak. “nuh-uh. what up with you, y/l/n?” you threw him a falsely quizzical look, trying (and failing) to get him off your back by playing dumb. sadly for you, morgan was too good of a profiler and friend to fall for it. “don’t play with me, girl. i know cases like this always get to you a little, but i also know how badass you are. normally you would’ve bounced back from our brush with death by now, so what’s the problem?”

you squinted at him as your face morphed into dismay. of course you couldn’t fool morgan. your mind flickered to penelope, suddenly relating to one of her more commonly made complaints: damn profilers. “my first problem is that you might know me a little too well.” derek scoffed at that, waiting for you to continue. “my second problem? well, my second problem might be that i’m not smart enough, or maybe that spencer is too good for me, or maybe that our job is too easy, or maybe--”

“woah, woah, woah. slow your roll, little missy. ‘spencer is too good for me?’ where’s that coming from?” you blinked slowly in response, not quite willing to give up any more information than you already had. “fine-- i’ll figure it out myself. let’s see: you’ve been acting weird since we got this case, but that’s not what this is about. i’ve seen you on bombing cases before, and this ain’t that. so... oh, i know. is this about a forensic scientist, maybe? maybe one who has the same name as a very smart, very famous--”

“okay, morgan. i get it. you’re a great profiler, and you know my thoughts better than i do. that doesn’t really change the way i’m feeling right now.” your tone was a little sharp, but the look in your eyes was a mixture of sadness and contempt. “and, in case you needed me to put it simply, i’m feeling like shit.”

a look of pity overtook morgan for a moment. he knew what you were going through. sure, he wasn’t dating a genius with an iq of 187, but he knew how it felt to doubt yourself, and especially how it felt to feel belittled for your work. “y/n,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and crouching a little to get on eye-level with you. “don’t do that to yourself, kid. don’t forget how hard what we do is, and how important it is. you save lives every day. no matter how you do it, or how much brainpower it takes, there are people all around this world who are alive because of your work. whether they admit it or not, everyone has respect for that. especially our resident pretty boy.”

“i know, morgan,” you sighed. his hands slid from your shoulders as you finally gave in, looking him straight in the eye as you spoke. “sometimes it just feels like he deserves better.”

“just because it feels that way doesn’t mean it’s true. and i can promise you, reid has never felt that way. not about you.” after giving a comforting pat on the arm to go along with his final words, morgan was walking away.

damn profilers, you thought again. why are we always right?

before you got the chance to speak with reid, the team was off again. instead of splitting up this time, you were simply spreading out; hotch and rossi were scouring the crowd of civilians and news crews at the staged ceremony for allen archer, and the rest of you were divided into two suvs with morgan and kate in one and you, jj, and spencer in the other. your talk with morgan had lifted your spirits a bit, but there was still a tightness in the air as you sat beside your seemingly clueless boyfriend.

unbeknownst to you, spencer wasn’t all that clueless. not only had he caught on to your behavior long before anyone else on the team, but he’d also spotted you and morgan’s secretive moment from across the police station. (and, yes, morgan may have whispered “check on your girl” to spencer when you weren’t paying attention. he just wanted to help.) so, while you thought he was in the dark about your current insecurities, reid was very much aware of what was going on in your head. as much as he hated it, though, he was hesitant to acknowledge it with jj in the backseat and the rest of the team on comms. so, like the considerate boyfriend he was, he waited.

it wasn’t until you got back to the police station that spencer got the chance to catch you alone. everyone else was busy preparing to leave for the jet, the bustle of having solved yet another case causing an uplifting distraction for the team. while your friends were distracted, spencer grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into a nearby empty conference room. the surprise on your face was evident when he looked at you, and he couldn’t help but smile. you laughed nervously at his expression, not completely sure what he had taken you aside for. “hi, spence. you okay?”

“i was actually going to ask you the same thing,” he admitted. “except, i already asked you that once during this case, and you weren’t very willing to share, so i was going to approach it in a more insistent way.” although you were amused by this mysterious behavior of his, you were still confused about what exactly spencer was implying that he knew. “did you really think i wouldn’t notice that you were upset?”

“no,” you said unconvincingly.

“y/n, why won’t you just talk to me?” the desperation in his voice almost shattered your heart. the whole time that you’d been in your own head, spencer had been in his. all because you were scared to talk to the one person you trusted more than anyone in the world.

“i’m sorry,” you breathed, taking a step toward him. spencer’s right hand slid around your waist once you got close enough, and your forehead dropped onto his chest as you sighed. when you looked back up to him, spencer was already anticipating eye contact. “i’m sorry i didn’t say anything. i just didn’t want to worry you, or to make you feel like you’d done anything wrong, because it’s not your fault, i just-- i don’t ever want to feel like i’m holding you back.”

“holding me back from what? you could never hold me back.”

“i could, though! you’re this amazingly brilliant genius, and there are so many people out there who are so much smarter than me, and i--”

“is that what this is about? you think you’re not smart?” you felt his hand tense from its place on your lower back, his disbelief clear in his voice.

“no, no-- i mean, i know i’m smart enough. but sometimes when we have cases like this we meet some really, really smart people, and i can’t help but wonder if you would be better off with someone on your intellectual level. someone like einstein.”

“y/n,” spencer seemed stunned at this revelation, and you realized then that morgan had been right. the idea of you not being enough had never crossed spencer’s mind. “you are the person that i’m better off with. you. i don’t-- i’ve never even thought of anyone else as a possibility since i met you. there isn’t anyone else. i mean, before i knew you, i wasn’t even sure that i believed in love at all. the only reason that i know it’s real now is because of you. i can’t think of any statistics of mathematical theories or scientific discoveries to explain or defend it, but i have always known that there isn’t anything for me aside from you. i mean that. no matter how smart anyone else is, or how cool anyone else is, or how compatible anyone else’s intellect is with mine. i love you, y/n.”

and, just like that, your fears were gone. your inner monologue went silent, and the serenity that spencer’s words brought you washed over your entire body. spencer’s arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer into him. his free hand moved to the side of your face, brushing back your hair as he waited for you to reply. the anticipation on his face sent another rush of absolute love through you, and you quickly closed the gap between you. as your mouth met his, your hands found their way to the sides of his neck, slowly wrapping around until they were laced together behind his head. for what could’ve been an hour, you stood there, melting into spencer as his words of reassurance replaced the chants of uncertainty that had filled your head hours prior. you were forced to pull back from him eventually, but even then your hands remained around his neck and the distance between your faces was minimal as you reopened your eyes. “i love you.”

a knock on the door suddenly interrupted the moment, causing you to release each other as a third party entered the room: morgan. “hey, lovebirds,” he grinned. “nice to see that you’re back to normal. it’s time to head home.” you smiled knowingly at the man, lacing your fingers through reid’s as you followed morgan out of the room. grabbing your belongings on the way out, the three of you headed toward your designated suv, where jj was waiting patiently in the driver’s seat. “so, you finally confessed, huh?”

“of course i did,” you laughed. “no secrets in this relationship.”

“yeah, and i would’ve figured it out eventually anyway.” at spencer’s interjection, it was morgan’s turn to laugh.

“oh, yeah, 187?”

“he is a genius, you know,” you added smugly.

“well, apparently so am i, because i figured it out before he did. oh, and by the way, pretty girl, i told you.” and with that, morgan was jogging off (in a fit of giggles) to the suv, hopping in the passenger seat before you had a chance to jokingly scold him.

damn profilers.

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jjkpls · 4 years ago

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the wishlist (m) - 4

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 4.7k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity ; awkwardness

previous - next

The issue is that Jungkook -and you're not a bitch for thinking that- is a little bit of an idiot.

He can be very smart. He can be wise and present unsuspecting resources and knowledge. He can teach you things you don't know anything about, figure out others you struggle to -but not during stressful times like for say an escape game because during those, he turns absolutely, utterly useless.

But he is an idiot too. An idiot that sometimes shapes situations and conclusions and ideas in a very peculiar way that is very singular to him.

That’s precisely what happens then. He plays his role right, to its full extent, with great dedication and commitment. Except he missed a memo, misread the script and ends up playing a role that's not the one you planned for him. He believes that he’s your new adult toy provider (as if there is such a thing).

When you think he’s coming over to share a meal or play some game or binge-watch a series you promised to wait for him to experience together, he has a box hidden in his pocket or carried under his arm.

He has the decency to not comment on it the first time around. He just set it down on the coffee table, between the bowl of chips and the one filled with guacamole. You see the logo on top of it. You recognize the design, reffined, minimalist with the pretty pastel matte colour.

He probably identifies the shame and the annoyance on your face, painting your cheeks and reshaping your eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything. Simply smiles to himself and starts talking about the series’ new episode that’s about to start.

It takes a lot of efforts, coming from you, to ignore the conspicuous object sitting just in front and in between you. But eventually, probably because more than a decade of friendship with this guy have grown impressive mind muscles on you, you manage to make abstraction of it.

It just stops existing for a while until he leaves and you’re curious to see what’s inside. And again you have the same old intentions as before. The same ones.

You won’t use it.

It’s curiosity. And it's fine for you to be curious because he’s the one buying it and gifting it to you. Why should you be blamed?

Freshly hopped in bed, just done reading the notice hanging over your face, you’re yawning and sending your eyebrows high in interest. Again you won’t use it but it sounds very interesting. That’s when you get a text from him.

Guk

So about the toy!

As if you were waiting for his explanation. As if the conversation got cut short and you were expecting him to pick it back up whenever possible.

You won’t entertain him.

You

I said not to buy me this.

Guk

You never said that! You said something about me being crazy but never about buying one again

Because you're mostly made of petty bitch material, you scroll higher quickly, wishing to find something, any text that would corroborate what you’re saying.

You don’t find anything though. Because you never actually told him to not buy you other toys by text, and now that you come to think of it, you probably never did out loud either because you didn’t fucking know that he would even consider doing so.

It’s not even Christmas anymore. It’s not your birthday. There’s even less of a valid reason for him to get you this therefore, of course, you did not explicitly warn him not to, you didn’t think it would be necessary.

You

It’s not even my fucking bday why???

Guk

I told you the lady at the shop

But who the hell is that lady?

Guk

She talked about a lot of products and they all seemed cool and because you liked the other one I thought I’d get you this one too

You

Jungkook

This simple response says a lot, you hope he can read between the pixels of his screen the desperation, the irritation, the frustration, the silent insults.

Guk

Listen it’s super cool it's supposed to mimic the touch of a finger

Jungkook then proceeds to explain to you how it works. The original idea being a system with a tiny ball rolling under a silicon skin, to place on your clitoris to have the illusion of a finger's touch. And it’s interesting and innovative surely and sounds intriguing as in, you wonder if it’s accurate, but you’re tired and it seems like you’re wading in some sort of swamp you can’t escape from. There’s a fire burning your skin from your cheeks to your chest. You’re both hating this conversation and unwilling to just draw a final period to it. This asshole.

You

I can read

Guk

So you opened it already??

There’s a bunch of excited emojis that follows his last message and fill up the empty space your lack of response leaves.

Why and how can he be so eager?

Here comes the delusional part of your brain. It’s a very wide, very deep hallway covered in bookshelves filled to the brim with stupid interpretations and beliefs and sometimes even memories you’ve shared with him. Often next to the laters are pinned an article from a teenage magazine or the jacket of a romance movie, specifically there to validate that yes, indeed, it must have meant something.

The door of that corridor just creaked opened. You can discern the sound, you can feel the particular atmosphere without even having to take a step through.

Is it really that normal to be so excited about that? For him? As a friend?

It’s the most frustrating part: you are friends. Friends who supposedly can tell each other everything. Friends who can ask each other anything.

You should be able to talk about it. Just ask him. If there’s anything behind this whole mess, if he means to tell you something, if it’s wholly mindless, if there’s no hidden agenda.

It should be fine. There’s only trust and affection in this friendship.

You are still too scared, you are terrified that he’d start linking dots, ask himself some new questions, potentially answer them himself, and have you all found out.

You'd have your barely well-worn cover thrown completely away.

You send the blank emoji. The one with even the eyes closed. It summarizes your actual state pretty well, speechless, relatively annoyed.

Guk

She said you could try it on other parts of your body too

Guk

At first

Guk

Like on your lips or your nipples

You want to die.

Now.

No, better, you wish to have never been born.

Why is he talking about your nipples? Why?

And through all that, you still feel like something is wrong with you, along with your feelings.

Turns out you are so overwhelmed by his clueless inadequacy, you need a good half an hour and a random shot of tequila to get through it. When it’s gone and exhaustion of a long day and alcohol have knocked nervousness and panic out, you fall asleep, forgetting about answering his outrageous last texts.

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

Min's finger stops midair, above the cash register she's been working on. She needs a good minute to get back to her senses and while you wait, anxiety invades you. Maybe you should never have brought it up.

But this question, the torturous thing is slowly killing you.

Min finally turns her head to you, eyes squinted and eyebrows drawn low. She sucks in her pretty red lips before opening them to start formulating, with it seems a certain struggle, an answer.

“I don’t think I quite understand.”

It’s a pretty straightforward, relatively easy question. That’s what you'd want to say but you’ve reached the state of bashful regret and decide not to press it. Some things are better just left alone.

“Who talked about your nipples?” She ends up asking the one thing you wished she wouldn’t because there is no way you’re giving his name.

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble, turning around slightly, getting back to the task you were here, paid, to do -wipe the shelves clean and not talk about your “““love””” life.

“I think it does. You wanna know if it means something? Like the guy's into you?”

“Something like that.” Your cheeks are aflame now. No doubt about it. You silently curse at your manager who refuses that you don’t wear the ugly hat that holds your hair back because having a curtain of hair to hold behind, as a help to keep some of your remained, sparse dignity would have been peachy.

“What did he say exactly?”

Silence. You’re not elaborating. She sighs, defeated.

“Well, I suppose... he’s considered the fact that you have boobs. If it’s a straight guy, that’s a good sign, I guess?” She shrugs.

You don’t like the answer. It’s exactly what the wrong, defective part of your brain, the one directly wired to your heart, wanted to hear.

She doesn’t even have the context, anyway. It doesn’t mean much, doesn’t hold much power in your court of sensibility.

She stares at the side of your face, clearly attempting to drill holes in your head to try and find some answers. You’re awfully silent, have said too much yet not enough and she’s dying to know the whole story. You won’t give in and she can tell. There’s no way you’re sharing the whole thing. The most, probably, probative point of the whole story: the sex toys. It’d turn her into a devastating tsunami of nonsense and misinterpretation and drown you in its wake and you can’t, when you’re already struggling to stay afloat, allow that.

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A/N: Don’t forget to click on the next button on top, two parts are being posted simultaneously :)

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djarinbarnes · 4 years ago

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me olvidarás - four

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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings for the chapter: soft javi. also grumpy javi. dry humping... kissing and flirting. two dumb idiots, probably in love.

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.

a/n: fluffy filler chapter. the good kush is coming soon :3

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The drive back to Bogotá was shorter than you remembered, but the drive there had felt longer than anything else you’d ever experienced. Javi knew just where to find empanadas and beer, and before you knew it, you were both sitting on the hood of his car, eating empanadas while looking over the city.

“This is so fucking good.” You say with your mouth full of potato and corn dough. You had no idea deep-fried dough with filling could be so delicious. You felt Javi laugh beside you, his mouth clearly full of food as he didn’t let out that heartfelt laugh you wanted to hear over and over. You both pushed the last bit of empanada into your mouths at the same time, watching each other out of the corners of your eyes.

With mouths full of more empanadas, Javi decides to tell you a joke, which makes you laugh so hard you have to clasp your hand over your mouth to prevent him from seeing the chewed-up empanada in there. You hadn’t expected him to be one to tell jokes in the middle of dinner, but you weren’t ever going to complain.

When you’d finally stopped laughing, you took hold of the beer you held between your legs, where it’d left an ice-cold imprint, but at this moment you truly did need a little cooling down. Being in Javi’s personal space, breathing him in and having him touch you with fleeting touches starved you in a way you’d never felt before. You wondered if he felt the same.

You scoot back on the hood of his car, leaning against the windshield. You watch as he follows you, thankful that he’d put the blanket under the two of you. It warmed you a little, and it was better than sitting on a cooling chunk of metal. The heat from the engine under the hood helped as well. You turned your body slightly, simply watching Javi as he looked over the city, occasionally sipping his beer. The silence between the two of you wasn't deafening like it usually was. It was good this time. Welcomed.

His left hand is sitting against his thigh, completely unoccupied, just waiting to be held. Or so you hope. You reluctantly reach out to take his hand in yours, and you mentally high five yourself as his fingers tighten around yours. He lets go of your hand soon after, though, making your heart fall in your chest and your mouth to turn into a slight pout.

Until he twists his wrists and intertwined his fingers with yours. It feels like your hands were made to be intertwined, his fingers fitting perfectly in between yours, and warmth instantly spreads from your hand, through your body and right into your heart. Yeah, you were definitely falling for him.

With your right hand now occupied, you’ll have to make do with drinking and eating from your left. You reach out and grab another empanada from between the two of you, before you bite into it, looking back out over the city. “So, tell me,” you say after you swallow the bite you just chewed through, “Where is everything?” you point to the city, empanada in hand. A few seconds pass before he speaks, lowly.

“I think you’re gonna have to come a bit closer for you to see where I’m gonna be pointing to…” He’s speaking at such a low octave it takes you aback. God, you wanted to hear that in the bedroom. You remove your hand from his slowly, moving the empanadas and the half six pack of beers on the other side of you, taking its previous place between you.

He lifts his left arm and welcomes you into his side, tugging you close. Your hand finds his again, as it’s wrapped around your body. Your head rests against the side of his chest, and he was right. When he points to the city, it’s very easy to see where he’s pointing too. “That’s the embassy. The white building right there,” you spot it easily, it being lit up by the streetlights in front of it.

“And I live right there.” His finger diverts slightly, now pointing to an older building, which you nod at. “That’s you.” He points the other way, and true to his words, you recognize the rented apartments you’re living in. It wasn’t far from where Javi lived.

He points to where you can see a plane take off in the distance, lights glittering as it ascends the sky. “That’s the airport. The Salt Cathedral.” His finger glides over the skyline to a giant white block of concrete with a laugh, “That’s the Museo del Oro. I know it doesn’t look like it, but there’s a fortune in there.” You nod before you let out a giggle as well.

“What does Oro mean?” You whisper, feeling stupid that you know so little Spanish. He lets his arm fall around you and pulls you closer, placing his mouth right above your ear. A short puff of breath makes goosebumps rise on your skin as it fans over your face. You close your eyes lightly, just enjoying having him close.

“It means gold.” He almost whispers, and it’s one of the most sensual things you’ve ever heard. His voice is deep and raspy, and you silently wish that you could hear him talk like that all the time. Hushed whispers and his body so close to you, you feel like you could combust from the sheer fullness you feel when you’re close to him. It’s like he’s the only charger within a thousand miles that can charge your batteries.

You smile at that thought. Yet it unsettles you - it was weird. You had started thinking about him as something you couldn’t go without, and it’d only been a mere 24 hours since you’d first met the man. You couldn’t allow yourself to think of him like that. Even though he’d already given you some damn good adventures so far, he was still a stranger.

You look up at him longingly, your eyes meeting his. He’d been looking at you. You offer him a smile before he cranes his neck down to place a kiss on your lips. You lift yourself slightly to meet him halfway, and you know he’s grateful for that. He must have a pain settling in his back from sitting so uncomfortably on the hood of the car, even though you were more comfortable than you’d ever been before.

You move yourself further up to relieve his back of some of the weight you’re putting onto him, and he’s silently grateful. You reach out for the beer you had placed by your side when moving closer to him, and upon discovering you’ve drunk it all, you pull another one from the carton. You offer one to him first, and he accepts it with a smile before you’re pulling out another for yourself, settling back into the crook of his arm.

“I think this is one of the most romantic dates I’ve ever been on,” you smile at him before taking a sip of beer, enjoying the way it slightly cools down your heated body. Even though the air around the two of you were cold, the heat of his body seeped into yours, making you flustered. You look up at him with a smirk. “It’s definitely in the top tier.”

He laughs at your statement, and you love the feeling of his chest rumbling by your side and the sound of his laugh. You admire the way the wrinkles surround his eyes as his smile gleams, and you get the urge to just… watch him for eternity. You don’t even know how you ended up here, on the hood of the most beautiful, older stranger you’d ever met.

“How many dates have you been on, hermosa?” you watch his mouth move, but you barely hear what he’s saying. You’re too distracted by his lips, his hand moving over the length of your arm, his body so close to yours. You hear it, though.

“Hmmm… Let me summarize… I was on a date this morning with a handsome guy.” The hand not containing a beer slowly traces the front of his shirt, your fingers tracing the buttons all the way until they’re right over where the shirt is tucked messily into his pants. “Then the handsome guy took me on another date by this beautiful lake, and he even skinny-dipped with me.”

Your fingers make their way all the way up to the button on his chest, the last button made to shield his chest from you. Your fingers move on their own accord as they pop open the button slowly, before you lean in, exposing his chest to you before you place a kiss against the bared, tanned skin. “Made me cum on his fingers all shamelessly, for the whole world to see.”

You feel how his heart beats in his chest, and how a deep breath is sucked into his lungs. Your fingers undid the next button slowly, the one right over the lower part of his sternum. You twist your body slightly to give yourself more space, yet you’re still holding on to the beer in your hand. You place another kiss a little lower than the first, before you speak again.

“Then he bought me dinner, took me to this wonderful, secluded outlook post so we could watch the city while we ate.” You pop another button, looking up at him in the dark to see the effect you had on him. You took in his parted lips, his hooded eyes, and the way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. He wanted this just as much as you did. “So, three in total.”

He lets out a breath before he’s running his hands over your hair gently, grabbing you by the chin to draw you in for a kiss. “Sounds like he likes you, hermosa. Should I be jealous?” You giggle as you pepper small kisses on his lips, never tiring of the way his lips feel against yours.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” You whisper against his lips before you finally give into your temptation and swing your leg over his, straddling his thighs. He lets out a huff as you find your place on his thighs, damn well knowing you’ll easily get what you want from him. You lean down and reattach your lips to his, whining slightly when your knees dig into the hard metal of the hood of his car. You set down the beer by the others, not wanting to spill anything on the two of you.

He does the same before his hands find your hips as you slowly move your hips closer to the bend of his body, right where his groin was. You’re shuffling slightly closer to where you desperately want him, before you finally situate yourself on top of him, whimpering out at the contact. You feel his hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on top of him, and he pulls away from your lips.

“Hermosa…” he whispers against your lips, licking his lips, his tongue lightly reaching your lips as well, making you shudder. You silence him by placing your lips over his again, pushing your tongue into his mouth to really shut him up. He groans into your mouth as he forces your hips down against his, his bulge pressing into your core for the second time that day.

“Don’t want to hold back,” he groans against your lips, his left hand coming to the back of your neck to pull your face closer, basically mashing your nose into his cheek at the force he’s holding you close. “Want to take you.” His tongue finds its way back into your mouth and you whimper, making his cock twitch under you. “Want you so bad.”

“Take me, Javi.” You whimper again, grinding your core even harder against his achingly hard cock, closing your eyes at the wonderful feeling of how he’s able to draw you so close to the brink of letting go in so little time. “Please.” You breathe into his mouth, before finding his tongue with yours, exploring his mouth while your hands switch between unbuttoning his shirt and burying themselves in his hair.

He groans as he comes to his senses, quickly finding your upper arms with his wandering hands, holding you away from him as he pants, taking in your swollen lips and hooded eyes. God if you weren’t the most beautiful thing, he’d ever laid his eyes upon. “Hermosa…” he says under his breath and you huff, quickly getting off his hips and off the hood of the car altogether. You grab the beer from where you set it down, finishing it in one go before you squeeze the can together with your fist.

God, he annoyed you so fucking much. First, he acted like he was going to fuck you senseless, but then he turned all careful and considerate and you literally hated him for it. You hated that he wasn’t giving into you, hated that he wasn’t succumbing to his needs as easily as you wanted him to. You sighed as you grabbed another empanada from the bag, now turned cold, but it filled the hole in your heart slightly.

He watched as you grumbled right in front of him, clearly agitated by yet another refusal from him. It, again, reminded him of how young you were compared to him. It was clear you had a healthy libido that you wanted to use, but he just didn’t want to force you into something you would regret afterwards.

“I’d like to go home now, Javi.” You watched the way his face stayed set in stone, and you almost wondered if he was mad at you. You just hated that he apparently thought about you as a child that didn’t know what you wanted. It hurt you a little bit, and you felt bad about it. You just had no idea what to do about the situation, other than to back out of what the two of you were doing.

“Fine.” He said as he slid down the hood of his car, his back audibly cracking as he stood straight on the ground in front of his car, pulling the beers, food and blanket off the hood before throwing it in the back of his car. He motioned for you to get into the car, and even though you didn’t want to after the abrupt stop of your date, you found no other way to get home, and you sure as hell wasn’t walking home through the forest at this hour, in a foreign country.

With a flustered sigh you got into the passenger side of his car, literally grumbling all the way through the forest and down on the bigger roads. You barely talked as he drove you home, and the silence bothered you more than you would’ve liked to admit. When the car finally stopped you let out a sigh before you turned to face him.

“Thanks for the ride.” You whisper out, afraid to pull him out of the trance he’s in as his eyes are still trained on the road in front of him. He huffs slightly before turning off the car, letting you know he was listening. His eyes still didn’t meet yours, though. “Thanks for dinner. And for today.” He offered you a nod, and you felt your blood coming to a boil. Why the fuck did he act like this all of a sudden?

“Okay, what the fuck did I do?” you raise your voice at him, causing his brow to twitch slightly. You feel your heart beating faster and faster as you watch his face contort into many emotions all at once. You keep watching him, wanting just a spark of something that would tell you what you’d done wrong. “Javi, seriously. You can’t just go all oyster on me.”

“You’re mad at me because I don’t want to sleep with you.” He finally says, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. He was right. You wanted to sleep with him, you wanted him to take you with everything he could muster, hell, you wanted him to fuck you into senselessness. But he wasn’t giving into you, and it made you furious.

“Yes. That’s part of it.” You say, drawing his attention to you. You can see the conflicting emotions behind his eyes, and you understand his struggle. You really weren’t being nice to him, at all. “I’m mad at you because you make it seem like I’m a child that doesn’t know what they want. That they have so many options but don’t know which ones to choose from.”

He takes in your words, almost like he’s tasting them. “I don’t think of you as a child, hermosa. You’re just young. Too young for someone like me.” He tells you, and you can tell it comes from his heart. It breaks your own slightly, Javi thinking that your age has anything to do with what he should decide. You lay your hand on top of his, drawing his eyes from your face to where your skin is leaning against one another’s.

“Javi. I don’t care how old you are. This thing that’s going on between us… I don’t know if you feel it the same way as I do, but to me it feels like it’s working. I like what’s going on between us. I like the dates we’ve gone on today. I like you, Javi.” You tell him, and you watch his face as he once again takes in your words. Then he’s turning to you, his hand slowly coming up to grasp behind your neck, drawing you in for a kiss.

It’s short and slow, nothing like the other sensual and heated kisses you’ve exchanged so far. It feels good and there’s a certain domesticity in it that leaves you craving more as he pulls away from you. “Alright,” he says as his eyes find yours again. “It’s not happening today. It’ll happen when the moment is right. Not outside, not anywhere that is uncomfortable. Like I said, I want you to be comfortable.”

You nod with a small smile as you look at him. He’s bathed in the light from the lamps on the street, and he looks so good in that lighting. His shirt is still unbuttoned from when you were straddling him, and it tugs on something in your abdomen. You really would love to see his chest more than what’s already revealed to you at this moment.

He gets out of the car swiftly before he’s opening the door for you, holding out his hand for you to take. You slide your fingers in between his, like it’s their home. He follows you to your front door, watching you as you unlock the door to your apartment before you turn to him. “I’ll see you soon, hermosa.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, pulling you close to him to have you close one more time before he pulls away from you, turning back to get into his car. “When, Javi?” You yell, just before he gets into the driver's seat, causing him to look up at you.

“I’ll call you.” He offers you a smile and a wink before he gets into his car, leaving you to your own thoughts on the front steps. He didn’t even have your number…

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hi there!! i definitely have a lot of good lengthy fics i can recommend to you!

quote love unquote by newamsterdam

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

acceptance and denial by poteto

It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.

cause the darks not taking prisoners tonight by imatrisarahtops

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

the weight of your hand by kamin

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

so take my hand (your life will be brighter) by multiclassmaps

When a stranger shows up at the ice rink during Bakugou's usually private training sessions, Bakugou expects to hate him. He doesn't expect to develop feelings that become increasingly difficult to deny, or for them to help each other sort through their emotional baggage. - Bakugou really didn't like Kirishima's smile. There was something about it that made his stomach hurt, something about it that made it difficult to focus. He definitely hadn't thought about that smile on his way to the ice rink that day. He definitely hadn't.

distance makes the heart grow fonder (false) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?! Well, turns out he never needed to.

-- “Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!” "Really closely?"

perihelion by tauontauoff

Bakugou was a comet, blazing out of reach. Kirishima knew he was stupidly lucky that his furious trajectory went by close enough that his fingertips got to graze the cowl of fire. It was enough.

During Christmas Class 1A and 1B spend a laid-back week learning about extreme environment hero work in the Alps. Kirishima was used to keeping part of his feelings for Bakugou hidden, and had every intention of keeping it that way, but things don't always go according to plan.

fight me by mr_todoroki

Bright red, spiky hair. Annoyingly bright smile. Clothes that radiate ‘look at me’ vibes. Neon yellow tank top with black shorts. And those were definitely crocs on his fucking feet.

Yeah, Katsuki hated this guy.

Bakugou gets a new roommate.

quietly by chezka

“We’ve been taking the same way to and from school for weeks,” Kirishima grinned, and then when Bakugou frowned at him he put on an affected pout, tilted his head so that he was looking at him through his thick, long lashes, “you never noticed? Am I that easy to miss?”

He could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escaped his lips, and Bakugou rolled his eyes, hit him with a shoulder a little more violently than necessary.

“You stick out like a sore thumb, broom-head,” he grumbled, promptly ignoring Kirishima's whining about his hairstyle when it started coming, “I didn’t notice ‘cause I didn’t care.”

“And now you do?”

everyone knows that cats are independent by purplepersnickety

Eijirou enjoys his job, working the graveyard shift at a 24/7 coffee shop. His daemon Riot is always there to keep him company, and he likes meeting the early-morning patrons and giving them the best possible kick-start to their day. It's been his routine for about a year now.

Then one day, a grouchy guy with a daemon in the form of a lion walks into the shop in the dead of night, and Eijirou decides to strike up a conversation with him.

punks not dead by wrunic

“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.

“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.

“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.

“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

sent, delivered, read, loved by kiribakuhappiness

Kirishima E. [6.49pm]: ur okay for such an angry dude bakugou! :)

Bakugou K. [7.12pm]: FUCK YOU!

Kirishima E. [7.14pm]: haha! :D ttyl!

Bakugou K. [7.48pm]: FUCKING WHAT DO THOSE DUMB LETTERS MEAN???

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: I JUST LOOKED IT UP DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME LATER!

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: STOP TXTING ME!!!

- OR -

Bakugou's and Kirishima's relationship develops from classmates to friends to more, as told through their text conversations.

flicker by mr_todoroki

He was starting to feel depressed. Life was so uninteresting. It was so mundane and forgettable. He had no one to hang out with besides Kota, his family didn’t even live in the city.

He grew his hair out as some sort of rebellion, some sort of stand to make his life the slightest bit more interesting. But he could already feel himself giving in to the pressure of cutting it. He needed to work to live. Without a job, he’d truly have nothing.

Kirishima never applied to UA, therefore never became a hero.

let’s get down to business by kjelfalconer

Katsuki Bakugou, one of the brightest rising stars on wall street, is in need of a new personal assistant. Again. Could Eijirou Kirishima finally be the one to last more than two months?

Katsuki's long suffering HR department sure hope so.

something about us by bigstupidjellyfish

nothing like being in highschool and having no idea how to deal with emotions

fireproof by inkbender

Four years after a classmate nobody seems to remember is kidnapped by the League of Villains, Kirishima drags an amnesiac hobo he found washed up on the beach into his apartment, attempts to teach him how to adult (with varying degrees of success), and discovers along the way that the line between heroism and villainy is quite fine indeed. Plot-divergent after episode 45, the Forest Training Camp arc.

blood riot by magicallee (alternatively)

Kirishima from a universe with no quirks is mind-swapped with an alternate universe version of himself where there are superpowers.

And in that universe he’s a super villain.

And Bakugou is the superhero who caught Evil-Kirishima and put him in prison.

blindside by drowclericpelor

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

flour power by wingsonghalo

“I’m telling you now, Shitty Hair,” the blonde growled, “I am not gonna play house with you. We will cart this stupid flour around for a week like the assignment says. But some of our idiot classmates are naming the thing and setting up ‘playdates’ and dressing it and I am not doing anything that stupid. Got it?”

Kirishima and Bakugou are paired up to take care of a flour sack for a week. It would be so simple, except nothing with Bakugou is ever simple. Also Kirishima might be kinda sorta completely head over heels for him.

sunchaser by chonideno

that feeling when you suddenly want to jump off a cliff for no reason but instead of a cliff it’s your best friend and instead of jumping it’s growing feelings out of nowhere

or how Bakugou has to try really hard not to throw everything to the wind, and Kirishima doesn't help

i also have a tag specifically for fics that reach somewhere between 30k-70k words long if you wanted to check that out as well! i hope you enjoy the fics here and that i was able to help, ily enjoy your trip!!! :D

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