#well ig if the documentation is good this works

[3-aem]

fking sucks as a female engineer i have to literally go through all the documentation for a subject just to be like i read the docs here’s where ur wrong bc me going ‘my understanding is-‘ by itself has historically not been enough to persuade Anyone.

[lightseoul]

cw. gn!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining (again, if you look extra closely), a lot of cussing (are we still surprised)

masterlist | part 1 (although ig this makes sense on its own), part 3 (i didn't plan this), part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

“What.”

It’s less of a question and more of a statement—a statement sputtered in the typically demanding way characteristic of the one and only Bakugou Katsuki.

The Bakugou Katsuki who happens to be your boss for a good (debatable) three and a half years now, who you also have to spend overtime with until who knows what time to discuss what’s become rocky employee relations in the Ground Riot agency.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion or irrational annoyance—both, really—before you quickly school your expression into a neutral one. You riffle through the documents rather absentmindedly, avoiding his gaze before shooting back with: “What do you mean what?”

“I meant,” he leans back on his office chair that you know he singlehandedly picked out for its superior ergonomic design because he’s meticulous like that, “what the fuck is wrong with your face.”

“Excuse me?”

Your retort is laced with more indignant anger than intended, but at this point in the night, you cannot for the life of you bring yourself to care about your tone. It’s been a long day, and you weren’t about to let your stupid boss make fun of your appearance, of all things.

Bakugou probably senses the significant change in your demeanor, because his eyes widen in surprise ever so slightly before he sits up and opens his mouth to explain himself.

“You’ve been looking like you accidentally drank spoiled milk for the past hour and the shit aftertaste isn’t going away.” He haughtily shakes his head, and it takes everything in you not to jump him and choke your boss.

To your disdain, however, he continues.

“It’s either you spit it out or I’m going to have to force you to tell me what’s wrong.”

You gape at him. Whatever you expected him to say, it wasn’t that.

As quickly as you can, however, you attempt to regain your bearings and at least try to seem nonchalant, clearing your throat as unbothered as possible to top it all off. “Well, working overtime to iron out office squabbles isn’t exactly my idea of a relaxing Friday night, thank you very much.”

He scoffs. “Bullshit.”

You almost get whiplash from how quickly you look at him. His brazen rudeness—which, right now, is worse than usual which is saying something, mind you—renders you incapable of saying anything aside from another winded: “Excuse me?”

He rolls his eyes. “Miss me with that bullshit, dumbass.”

You feel yourself heat up in irritation. “I thought I told you to stop calling me dumbass.”

“You’d rather I call you princess?”

At that, you break eye contact despite yourself, choosing to stare at his forehead instead. It’s still unnerving—looking at any part of his body, really—but it’s better than looking at him squarely and witnessing the smirk you know has taken over his unfairly handsome features.

Your voice is small, to your chagrin, when you reply. “That’s actually a lot worse.”

The man dares to bark out a laugh.

You continue to metaphorically choke him in your head.

“Okay then, dumbass,” he emphasizes the nickname and you are about 99% sure a pained expression is dancing across your face because Bakugou is observing you with even more amusement before his features settle into a look of seriousness.

“As I was saying before you missed the point entirely—I highly doubt you’re this bothered because of fucking overtime,” he eyes you cautiously before pressing on. “Something’s wrong.”

You don’t know if it’s the exhaustion of the week filled with workplace conflict, or the crushing news you received this morning in the mail, or the very fact that Bakugou, despite his roughness and the annoyingly persistent way he’s been poking at your mood like it’s an itchy scab, is looking at you with genuine concern—but you end up doing it.

You give in.

You feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you even get the chance to deny them permission to, and at the sight of them Bakugou sits up even straighter in alarm—and you don’t know what comes over you because you start laughing so hard, your hand shoots up to your stomach in an attempt to keep it from cramping.

“Oi.”

The expression on his face is so unbelievably baffled that you only end up cackling to yourself more.

It takes a few more minutes before the sillies are fully flushed out of your system and really, it only took you a glance at Bakugou to realize you probably looked demented just now.

Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes and muster enough courage to flash him a genuine smile.

To your delight, he flashes you one right back, albeit tentatively—one that is boyish and charming under the rather dim lights of his corner office.

Although he seemingly reboots to his default state because it’s immediately replaced by a frown and followed by: “You’re so weird, you know that?”

You snort and, before you can stop yourself: “Not as weird as my ex.”

At that, Bakugou’s entire countenance changes—he visibly stiffens in his seat and his eyebrows furrow in what you believe is confusion at the sudden mention of your past lover.

Bakugou says nothing, however, and so you take that as a sign to continue.

“Remember that meeting we had last March with Chef Asahi about our collaboration with his restaurant where I was late and you gave me shit for it? And when you asked I told you it was because I just got dumped over the phone?”

He gives you a curt nod, lips tight.

“Well,” you chuckle nervously, feeling embarrassed at your upcoming revelation, “I just found out that that ex is getting married in two months, and I’m invited.”

Neither of you says anything for the next—what feels like—hour.

Until Bakugou takes a sharp inhale, leans forward on his desk, and stares you down straight in the eyes: “I’ll do it.”

“What?”

He scowls at you like you’ve got a pea for a brain. “Don’t make me say it twice, dumbass.”

You frown at his hostility, your own bewilderment chipping away at your already thinning patience. “You’re not saying anything.”

Bakugou sighs, and he looks like what he is about to say next physically pains him.

“I’ll be your fucking date to the wedding.”

tagging. @kitthepurplepotato @chelbyisbord @lovra974 @katsukis1wife @brunnetteiwik

special shoutout to @he3v4n for reading the prequel to this and following thereafter--inadvertently making me check out past writing and get inspired to write this <3

[peachkkuma]

ᰍִ ۫͟ ͟ ☁️ ִ✧ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

hello, I’m Tiffany and this is my manifestation diary! If you haven’t read my previous diary entries yet, recently I’ve come to the realization that I’ve overcome all of my obstacles and there truly is nothing in my way except for me. So I made the decision yesterday to put my foot down and take the leap of faith, in other words, stop putting off manifesting my dream life because of fear. now this account will hold not just my diary entries but also the documentation of my journey to finally and seriously manifest my dream life.

╰┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ ♡ ♡ ♡ 05.21.2024

let’s begin!

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐈. ⊰ ۫ 🐻‍❄️ ◌ ִ ੭ ˑ DEFINING THE OBJECTIVE

I want to make the end goal a bit more clear, the term dream life is both pretty straightforward and a bit vague. what would I like my dream life to include? how would my dream life make me feel? and ofc, I’m not just manifesting my dream life, I’m manifesting my dream self. what would my self concept be? how would I like to be?

tiffany’s dream life check list - what it means to live my dream life

attend my dream school

be 100% perfectly healthy (physically, mentally, emotionally, in every way basically)

have good eating habits and a good relationship with food

have perfect straight A pluses (revision to previous grades as well)

have the perfect friend group for me

healthy, super soft, hydrated, moisturized, smooth clear skin (and elimination of acne genes) (body + face)

perfect tangle free hair at all times, pretty, voluminous, bombshell hair

a healthy, perfect, loving relationship with everyone in my family

own a super cute and fluffy golden retriever puppy

high paying jobs for my parents <3

have a rolls royce with a pink exterior

grow taller

have every single clothing item I’ve saved on Pinterest

have my YouTube channel blow up

complete head to toe desired appearance

desired lifestyle

perfect eyesight

be super good at makeup and have all desired products

have a gorgeous bedroom

have a very active and lively social life

have the perfect, most ideal school, social, and home life

completely healed phone addiction

have a lot of desired hobbies that I’m very good at

have a fun and eventful life, always have fun plans and something going on

be on the right track career-wise

elimination of social anxiety and shyness

high self esteem and confidence

be more in touch with my culture

be a complete master at manifestation

huh, this is shorter and less serious than I thought it’d be, ig this was also a way of getting out of my own head. I thought manifesting my dream life would be a bit challenging for some reason, but ig a dream life rlly isn’t as complex as I thought it was. I mean now I feel silly, it’s just a dream life! nothing more than a lifestyle and a few personal fixes. I feel like I just got humbled.

𝐈𝐈. ʚ ⊹ ִ⏲️ 𑁯͟ ɞ THE OUTLINE

alright, I know what I want and I know how manifestation works. but just to make sure I don’t over complicate anything or things dont get confusing, I’ll create a sort of plan or outline. Little steps I can fall back on if I get a bit lost.

step number one we have covered, have a desire

step number two, put your foot down and make the firm decision that you have it. this decision is for good, nothing u do can take this decision away so don’t u dare worry about “ruining progress” or “messing up”— u’re better than that.

step number three, once you’ve decided it’s done, it’s done. the only and I mean it when I say only thing for you to do is to act like it. imagine you, the creator of your reality, making the decision that you have something only to then be like “is it coming?” “do I have it?” BE FR!! act like you have it, think like you have it, and see the world as if you have it— because you do. you decided you did, didn’t u? It’s ur reality, what u say, goes. and no, you’re not acting like u have it to get something out of the 3D, you’re doing it for your sanity. Because you deserve a break, you deserve relief, you deserve to be the you that has it all!! let yourself be in the sowf because why shouldn’t u be certain you have it? don’t entertain anything that says u don’t. getting in the sowf is easy, u deciding u have it is all the confirmation u need. there’s no reason for u to not be certain u have it.

sowf = knowing that u have it

step number four, optional not necessary but it’s really gonna help and is fun. immerse yourself in the new story. experience it!! have fun!! u finally got what u want, u finally r who u want to be, so choose to live that life!! try methods for the sake of fulfilling urself (never to make anything appear in the 3D, u know better, 3D desperation doesn’t get anybody anywhere.) try out methods to have fun and be more familiar with having what u want.

that’s it girl, that’s all u gotta do, that’s all u ever had to do. decide it, experience it, assume it. u don’t always have to feel “good” or “happy” u just have to know u have what u want, u just have to assume. the goal is to truly know that u have it, to be faced with the 3D and still know it in ur bones u have what u want. u deserve to trust urself like that, u deserve to be fulfilled like that, and u deserve those things from YOU not from the 3D. U deserve to feel secure in urself, don’t let ur security come from the 3D. loa bloggers mean it when they say the materialization is simply the cherry on top and I get that now. For me, it’s about being able to depend and trust urself, to rely on urself, and in that way everything else comes off the pedestal.

✉️ : ahhh I forgot to finish up this post yesterday but here it is!! I’m so excited!! part two to come soon ♡

[maureenjohnsonbooks]

A friendly hello in an unfriendly time

(The following was the content of my most recent newsletter, which you can get for yourself if you like.)

HELLO FRIENDS So. Um. What a time, huh? Things are not great. I really hope you are doing okay. I went a bit quiet on social media after the election (at least on IG--I am on Bluesky ALL THE TIME). It felt weird to be talking about my own books, so for a few months I didn't. But I was making them! I am currently well into the sixth STEVIE BELL MYSTERY, and I have finished (along with my friend Jay Cooper) a MYSTERY that is coming out in September! It is called You Are the Detective: The Creeping Hand Murder. The book is a dossier, a collection of documents and pictures. You are the detective and Scotland Yard has handed YOU the case file. You have to solve the mystery. When you think you have the answer, you open a SEALED ENVELOPE IN THE BACK WITH THE SOLUTION.

Here is a Proof of Life pic of us working on page proofs:

Working on this side by side on art and design to put together a GREAT MYSTERY has been amazing. It looks REALLY, REALLY GOOD. I cannot wait to show it to you.

MORE BOOK STUFF. I am thrilled beyond belief say that Death at Morning Househas been nominated for an Edgar Award by the Mystery Writers of America. As a mystery person, this is very meaningful to me. I don't know if I will get that little Poe head, but I'm just happy to be invited. Death at Morning House is a story about a few things that are relevant right now. It's about how our American past informs our American present, which is currently a tire fire. Our history isn't buried that deep. It's just that people don't want to acknowledge it, and they don't want you acknowledging it either. They will take every book out of the library rather than let history be told. A few things in the book that are ringing some bells right now. Two things I knew about while writing it and one I did not. 1. America's history with eugenics. Whoooo. We loved eugenics and Nazism (the literal kind) was WAY TOO POPULAR. We need to know this history--and this is the story book banners are trying to retell or erase. The backstory of the book involves a family, the Ralstons, who are regarded as the ideal American family. Look at them! They are rich! They wear matching outfits and live in a mansion! And they love eugenics! (Well, some of them do.) In creating the Ralstons, I kept things very close to historical reality. I actually had to tone things down for the book because the reality would have become so overwhelming that the story would tilt off balance. But we built a lot of things on the back of eugenics and racism and those things cannot stand.

2. Queer joy is important and needs to be front and center! Marlowe, the main character in Death at Morning House, is proudly and cheerfully queer and in love! She is romantic! And sure, her timing isn't always great, but love will prevail! Affirm queer lives. Protect trans kids. Never, ever, ever back down from this. 3. Canada is our friend. This one, I didn't see coming. I didn't think we were going to get into a TRADE WAR WITH CANADA because I don't drink bleach and hallucinate weird events. Ralston Island is on the imaginary line that squiggles through the St. Lawrence River that separates America and Canada. We are intertwined. WE LOVE CANADA. (Bonus fact: my grandfather was Canadian. He was born in British Columbia, in Nanaimo, and my aunt there made the best Nanaimo bars. If you have never had one, don't sleep on this. Try one now. Here are dairy and vegan versions. GO CANADA!) Whether you read my books or not--reading ANY books, supporting libraries, talking about books, sharing books--THAT IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT. Use your library. It really, really helps them to get footfall. Ask the librarian how they are doing. Aside from books (though books will help you through just about anything), I wanted to recommend a few silly and life-affirming things I enjoy. Just some stuff you can watch or listen to that are a guaranteed GOOD TIME. 1. I'm a recent and massive fan of Watcher TV, specifically Shane and Ryan (who used to do Buzzfeed Unsolved). They have a few shows out there, but I am going to recommend Puppet History, which is spectacular. You can get started maybe with this episode on the straw hat riot, but they are all funny. MAKE SURE TO WATCH THE SONGS. 2. I'm a long time fan of The Dollop history podcast, which is a comedy podcast that gets very, very real! But is also comedy? They get into the reality of American history and talk about a lot of the things I mentioned above. But they also have some absolute classics that are just VERY FUNNY. A quick playlist of pure absurdity: the Egg Nog Riot, the 1908 New York to Paris Car Race, and Action Park. 3. I can't speak highly enough of Anxious People, which you can watch on Netflix. A mysterious person runs into an open house apartment viewing and takes a group of people hostage--then vanishes? And no one saw a thing? This locked room mystery turns into something magical and will reaffirm your faith in other people. IT'S SO GOOD. 4. Two UK shows that own my heart (well, many do, but these will fix you): Ghosts and Ludwig. (Note: NOT the Ghosts on CBS. I am strict about this.) You can see Ghosts some US streaming services, but come closer...I will whisper something to you...*looks around*...you can get into BBC iPlayer by using a VPN and then entering some random UK post code and saying that you have a TV license. They won't come after you. You may have to try a few VPNs but one will work. Using this method, you can also watch Channel 4 online. GET YOURSELF SOME UK COMEDY. UK, WE NEED YOU. 5. If I only have three minutes to dispel the vapors I watch this. If I have five, I do a Murdle. If I have ten, I do this thing where you look at art for ten minutes. If I have fifteen I play Splendor Duel on board game arena. Whenever you are, whatever is going on, I hope you are okay. Remember, the answer has always been and will always be taking care of each other. None of this is easy. With love, I remain, Maureen Johnson, author

[am-i-interrupting]

hii how are you doing?

so, i have this idea for a silco fic - reader is his assistant and they become close friends, like, even though she’s younger than him, he trusts her and values her opinion. they like discussing books and philosophy and stuff, but silco refuses to believe he’s falling in love (he sees it as weakness ig) . reader starts feeling like her feelings are one sided. idk lots of hurt and drama but with a fluffy end!

Kingpin’s Office

Sevika was laid back on the couch in Silco’s office. From one hand dangled a large bottle of alcohol. Her other was hidden behind her cloak.

Her leg bounced up and down. It’d been a stressful week for everyone. Especially her because it’s been a stressful week for Silco.

Numbers were piling up. They were growing larger and larger and more and more. Silco didn’t have time for the unimportant shit and she wasn’t the best with numbers. Most people in Zaun weren’t.

It wasn’t like there was some education system. No, most of those who did things that topside would use math for just used common sense and trail and error.

That wasn’t possible for things like payroll and equipment costs. This was important but it shouldn’t be taking up Silco’s time and they both knew it.

It’s only now, in the trenches with a storm on the horizon, that Sevika dared open her mouth with a suggestion, “There’s a gal in the Promenade I know. Owned a shoe shop for a while ‘til some enforcer’s wrecked the place and she wasn’t able to pay to get it fixed.”

“Your point?” Silco asked, smoke from his cigar slipping from his lips with the words.

“She’s good with numbers,” Sevika said, getting to the point, “and she’s looking for work.”

Silco paused. He thumbed the corner of the paper in his hands. He brought his cigar towards his mouth and slowly, thoughtfully took a drag. His lower lip curled to his right side as he blew out the smoke.

“Bring her in.”

That’s how you met and were then employed by the Eye of Zaun. At first it was just the numbers. Then your work began to expand. It wasn’t officially but you were given different papers to go over, the ones not so important to be looked over by Silco himself.

It was easy to be intimidated by the man. However, without an official office and Silco still wanting to keep a close eye on you at first, you learned the man wasn’t one who needed to be feared all the time. He certainly had his scary moments, yes, but he also had his softer ones as well.

You noticed little habits within that first month of doing paperwork on the couch. He would tap his cigar once, twice and then twist it to put it out. He enjoyed the sound of ice clicking against glass. He would pick up his cup and empty it just to hear the noise. He wasn’t found of music while he worked but he couldn’t say no to the blue haired girl who would fall in from the rafters.

The first time you met Jinx was an experience.

“I’m busy,” Silco had said causing you to look up but the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You jumped slightly in your seat when a voice responded to him, “Isn’t that what she’s head to fix?”

He took a deep breath. “She is here to look over documents which don’t require my attention. That doesn’t mean I don’t still get busy.”

“Blah, blah, blah. You know what I’m hearing?” the voice asked. “A bunch of big fat excuses.”

Silco didn’t dignify that with a response. He simply let the scribble of his pen answer what he thought about it.

A mere moment before a loud bang sounded through the room, Silco gathered the papers and spun his chair to face the side instead of the desk. A flash of blue and then you saw a young girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, sitting on the desk.

She groaned as Silco still focused on the papers in his hand. Her head tilted back and her body followed it to fall. She laid on the desk.

Two braids angled over the side and her bangs followed the pull of gravity. Her eyes looked at you. She smiled and waved. A pen between your fingers, you waved back.

“It’s so quiet in here,” she said.

“Jinx,” the word (which you realized was actually a name) was said in a low, warning tone.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she righted herself. She got right in his face. “You’re no fun.”

“Hmm.”

He moved his chair back to its previous position and placed his papers on the table top. Jinx moved to a cabinet and flung it open.

“What kind of music do you like?” she asked, head reared back to look at you.

“Oh, I— I’ll listen to anything,” you said, startled to have the girl’s attention directed towards you.

“Anything,” she repeated with a sly smile coming over her face.

“Jinx,” it was said in that same tone.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Put out on a record regardless of the warnings. It was not what you would expect him to have. It carried a strong bass with a nice tune, guitars and drums, a beautiful singing voice. The track was lovely but rock music instead of the instrumental you assumed he’d have.

You quickly learned that Jinx seemed to be Silco’s soft spot. It was cute. The towering figurehead of the Undercity was wrapped around the finger of a blue haired teenager.

You were now approaching a year of working with Silco now. You had your own office but occasionally (most days) you would end up bringing some of your work into his.

“Ballad put in a request for a raise,” you told him. “What would you like me to do?”

He waved a hand. “Whatever you see fit.”

That was another unexpected thing. Once he realized, about four months in, that you were actually competent, he let you do what your gut told you to. He didn’t question it. He trusted you with it.

He actually began to frequent your office the past few months nearly as much as you frequented his, bringing a piece of paper with him and asking your opinion.

He never simply left after getting that answer. No, he commented about how you decorated the space. This led to talks about all sorts of things.

You learned that he enjoyed to read. He had an entire collection of books, some of which he’d even let you borrow. They were all well taken care of even if the spines were a bit worn.

You noticed they were also mostly from Piltover proper. Upon questioning him about it he said, “If we ever hope for them to take us with an ounce of seriousness and give us the tiniest bit of respect, it’s important to know how to speak like them.”

The two of you had many talks which lasted minutes at the least and hours at the most.

You had learned you rather enjoyed his company and held onto a spark of hope that maybe he enjoyed yours as well.

You gave Ballad that raise they asked for. They deserved it and there was money for it.

You continued on with you work, completely unaware of the eye which kept flickering towards you.

Silco had been feeling things which he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a warmth in his chest which occasionally spread downward towards his groin. He recognized it as attraction.

He waved it off as though that was all it was. It was simply being attracted to his beautiful employee. A common trope, he supposed, but nothing dangerous.

Recently though, as he’d gotten to know you more and more, that warmth was becoming something softer. If he could run it through his fingers, he knew it would feel like silk.

He was still trying to figure out what this was. He was racking his brain, trying to see if he could remember something like this.

Then, as your lips curled around a word which was left unspoken while you read, he was struck with an urge.

He wanted to kiss you. Not like he’d imagined before where it would be hard and rough, with clothes coming off.

No, he wanted to kiss you.

He wanted to cup your jaw and tilt your head up. The want was to look into your eyes and then pull you close. He yearned to press his lips against yours, soft and lingering.

Were your lips as soft as they looked? Would you make a soft noise? How would your tongue feel teasing against his?

He tore his eyes from you. He looked down at the papers in front of him.

Those sort of thoughts were dangerous.

Dangerous for himself because that would give him something to lose. Jinx was already enough. It was dangerous for you because you would have a target placed upon your back.

This needed to stop.

He put an end to visiting your office. He stopped speaking to you when you visited his unless directly spoken to. He made his words short and curt.

He needed to separate himself from you before he did something he couldn’t take back, not after.

You felt the change. You noticed it instantly. You brushed it off at first. Perhaps he was just having a bad couple of days. However, as it continued on, it couldn’t help but feel personal.

What happened?

You had a rather nice, comfortable relationship with Silco and now it was suddenly upended?

A part of you laughed at yourself. You really thought the niceties would last? You thought you could be important to the kingpin of the Undercity?

How could you be so naive? So utterly stupid?

You took the hints. You began to retreat. You stayed in your office.

It was empty in there. You’d come to have a warmth in the air because you knew once a day, Silco would find his way in. Now it was cold.

“You’re getting harsh on my girl,” Sevika said one day. “Why?”

Silco flipped the page to the other side. “I don’t know what it is you’re talking about, Sevika.”

“Yeah, bullshit,” she said. “You go in her office every day for five months and she’s doing the same thing in yours. Now, all of a sudden, she asks me if she did something wrong and you’re always cooped up in here. You’re telling me you’re not being hard on her?”

Silco continued to ignore Sevika. Even though his pen halted for a moment.

You were worried you had done something wrong? To the point of going to Sevika? His stomach turned.

Sevika walked up to the desk. She placed her hand down on it with enough force his ashtray jumped up.

“Why?” she asked.

He finally dignified her by letting his eyes turn up. “I am her employer, not friend.”

Sevika gritted her teeth before a wide, harsh smile crawled across her face. “Oh, so that’s what this is about,” she said. “Okay.”

Silco raised his right brow.

“You caught feelings,” she stated. “Yeah? Doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. Our line of work is dangerous. Doesn’t matter what her relationship is with you, she’s gonna have a target on her back regardless, just like me, just like Ren, just like Jinx.”

His lip twitched slightly at the mention of Jinx. Sevika expected as much. That’s part of why she did it.

“Do us all a favor,” she said as she yanked open the door, “just get this over with and fuck already.”

She didn’t slam the door. She didn’t have a death wish despite what she’s just done. The display left her blood and skin jittery. She needed a smoke.

Nothing changed over the course of the next couple days, other than the fact that Silco was extra snippy with his second in command.

You were supposed to close the door and go back to your office. That had been the script for the past couple weeks. Instead, you took a step into the room and closed the door behind you.

“Should I put in my weeks or wait until you fire me?” you asked.

Silco halted. His pen slipped in his grasp. His eyes turned to you. “Why would I fire you?”

“I don’t know,” you answered. “I’ve been trying to figure it out. Did I overstep? Was it something I did? Something I said? You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know why.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” he said.

“Well, you certainly have been avoiding something then!” you exclaimed. “Is it me? My office? The work I do? I’m confused and I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep dancing around you without even knowing the steps I’m supposed to take.”

“You don’t need to dance around me.”

“Well it sure feels like it. So am I quitting or are you biting the bullet and firing me?”

“You’re not getting fired. Stop being dramatic.”

“Okay.”

You rocked back and forth on your heels. You wrung your hands in front of your torso. Your jaw clenched and unclenched.

“Then I quit,” you said even though it pained you to do so.

“You’re not quitting,” Silco said.

“Well, why not?”

Silco stood. For the first time in nearly a year, you felt the full effect of the Eye of Zaun. He was imposing and demanded attention.

Maybe you had a death wish though or maybe you were just really stupid because you weren’t scared.

“Because I am not upset with you.”

“Then what are you?”

He rounded the desk. His hand reached for your own. He stopped where your nails had begun to dig into your skin.

His head bowed down. You could feel his breath against your own. His eyes darted down. You wetted your lips. He met your gaze.

He tilted his head. Your eyes began to flutter. For a second you thought. . . But he pulled back. He looked you over once more.

His hand traveled to your elbow. His knuckles grazed your torso. He let them trail down. His hand wrapped around your waist. He used it to guide you closer to him.

Then his lips met yours.

[whosblackcat]

mini thread abt how to help riize & seunghan + info 🩷🫧

note & warning: please don’t engage with ANY content of riize, for example don’t comment in their tiktoks saying “riize is 7” even if your intention is good, it breaks the purpose of the boycott!!

sm will pull fake scandals to distract our attention from the matter, for example as they did with sungchan yesterday! don’t believe anything, exols warned us

tweet the trending tags on twitter!! big official fan accounts always share which ones we have to use

don't buy or watch anything related to riize & sm, we’re boycotting

don’t interact with any post of sm and riize even if it’s to use the tags or supporting the boys, we’re boycotting

all the info of what did one of the persons who sent the death wreaths

ot6 are complaining to the police & government abt the displays and flowers for seunghan in front of the sm building, and according to this person now it's not possible to put them in commercial facilities

sm is buying followers and likes due to the impact of the boycott

ot6 are monitoring every movement and project in every language and reporting them. @/RIIZEUSACENTRE kofi was reported because of them while raising trucks money

seunghan's leaked photo with his girlfriend was leaked by hybe

riize is seven movement schedule. day 1 october 28th

mass review 1 star to all sm facilities on google maps (note: they’re deleting the bad reviews but we have to keep going)

hybes’s ceo lee jae sang issues apology letter for the ‘music industry report’ document (a sorry is not enough after destroying hsh life & career)

seunghan town will be removed due to ot6 reports and company that they reported the project, causing making hard getting the needed permits

pineapple manager passed in front of the protest today, he def saw the protest

manager passed in front of the protest again, they know what’s going on

manager passed in front of the protest for the third time, and tomorrow is the meeting

riize is seven movement schedule november 6th

there’s a very popular lawyer who has won a case against sm before that right now is representing fans

riize doesn't have any schedule, comeback or tour for the first quarter of 2025. the boycott is working, keep going!

riize lost 400k monthly listeners on spotify

clarifications on rumors regarding hsh. the thread linked below explains it really well, so please read carefully and repost it on X!

sm announced that seunghan will debut as a solo artist in the second half of 2025… they even created him a profile on ig. sm is trying to calm us down. is their final act of desperation to tame the situation. this doesn’t protect him from toxic fans, pls keep boycotting, this doesn’t end here (we protested to have him back in riize where he belongs, not to debut as solo artist is this a joke what are they doing💀💀)

Jaehyeon Choe, a TikToker with over 174k followers (@/watchwithsamjaychoe), who has worked with different kpop groups, some of them being SM ones, knows things we don't know and is telling us to DON'T STOP THE BOYCOTT

MAMA's violations against fans, the mistreatment and disrespect experienced by the fans cannot be ignored. some fans were denied entry due to their clothing and some others had their stuff (which they paid for) thrown away even if it wasn’t against the rules they settled. dm @/RIIZEUSACENTRE on X if something like this happened to you

this is all the info i found and i wanted to spread it here too, so thanks and credits to all the ppl on twitter!! if i find more relevant info i’ll keep updating this post. please share it 🫶🏻 (note: english isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes in my grammar)

little motivation and some twitter accounts that organize projects/give info below the cut! 🩷

— some good info twitter accs:

@/RIIZEUSACENTRE @/SEVENRIIZE @/RIIZE_EUROPE @/PROTECT_RIIZE @/Seunghan_USA

— little motivation:

kbriize are holding face to face protests and fanbases hired an attorney. boycott properly if you don't want all the effort to be wasted! remember, boycotting takes time

"The group nearly disbanded in September of 2001, after Park Joon-hyung was discovered to be in a relationship. Their management announced, without informing him or the members, that he was to leave the group and they'd continue as 4, but it was met with strong objection from fans, who repeatedly signed petitions and threatened to boycott concerts and the company. Danny, Kyesang, Hoyoung and Taewoo held their own press conference, without the knowledge of their management, to show their support for Joon. After two months of disagreements, their company eventually backed down and allowed Joon to be in the group." if joon returned to the group after two months of protests, complains and boycott, we can bring back seunghan!! the key is persistence. please don't give up and keep fighting for his rights and justice!!

[fulltidalwavecomputer]

oh goodness guys I think I figured out the Lethe protocol... uhhh so. remember into the mind?

Notice Chris's patient number? Seems random at first but remember it for later. Andrew pointed out that it could either mean he's the 239th patient, or its on the second floor like in hotel rooms. So that would make him the 39th patient on the 2nd floor.

If we go back to lethe protocol, where Chris is tampering with Andrew's save files/memories, he's referred to as [SUBJECT136] by the system. It's quite random that this was chosen instead of his like username or something, because doesn't this imply the protocol applies to multiple subjects? Why would Chris need access to over 100 people's saves/memories?

It also has similarities with chris's designation at the hospital. Both are 3 digits long, both have a 3 in the middle, and if you turn the 6 upside-down it becomes a nine. Then it hit me. If andrew is right about the hospital room numbers working like a hotel, then that would place room 136 in the same ward below 239. I did wonder why it wasn't 139 instead for a bit, but that led me to think of numbers appearing differently in reflections, particularly in lakes or other bodies of water. I'm imagining Chris staring down at Andrew from the spirit world like he's peering at the surface and maybe submerging his head to interact with the mortals for a brief time. (I'm only remembering now that Lethe is named after a river so uhh... even more relevant ig)

Anyway, it doesn't end there. Remember the fixing room? A lot of people speculate it meant electric shock therapy or something, but I'm beginning to think they are wrong.

It never says here that Chris died in the fixing room, just that it failed and he failed. Then it says his body was found in the well one morning when previous books document his experiences with being called there. At first I thought they buried the body there because he died and they wanted to cover it up, but based on the wording I think he killed himself just like Smiler. Also we don't know how many days passed between this book and the last since none of them are dated. Let's look back to LetheProtocol.mp4:

Yeah... tbh that pretty much confirms it actually. I forgot about this line. The Fixing Room = The Lethe Protocol. How Chris made it in minecraft to tamper with his friend, idk. But remember he's a technical guy who likes to push the limits of what can be done in minecraft. He's also likely received a supernatural advantage from being a digital ghost, so suspend your disbelief.

Also note the name of the hospital. "Desiderium asylum". It's a fancy latin word related to longing, specifically longing for something lost. Lethe meanwhile means forgetfulness or oblivion, the river Lethe existing in greek mythology as a place in the underworld that would wipe a persons mortal memories if they drank from it. These two words stand out in the ARG as odd, considering most people would have to look up their meaning to understand them. Therefore, I think they are related. After all, is it a cure for grief to simply forget and move on?

If that doesn't convince you, there is slightly more evidence I found. When Andrew first visits the asylum, its worn down and made out of... bricks and mossy cobble, huh. Like there are other blocks but I'm realising now that maybe it hints that Chris/Smiler built it? Together?

But after Smiler catches up to Andrew, the place changes completely before we learn Chris was the patient he's been reading about, the appearance of the asylum completely changes to look clean and white.

It's not identical to the place in LetheProtocol.mp4, but it is somewhat familiar especially with the doors and corridors. Also look at the lil blue rose in Chris's room <3. I think the starkest similarities is that both structures have these potted hedges inside.

For comparison:

Also, there was another mystery that plagued me.

What do these numbers mean in relation to Andrew's memory/save file data? Are these years? Individual save files? Didn't Andrew's old world with Chris get corrupted (I was wrong they did go missing, my bad-) and not deleted anyway? Why choose door 11? In fact he seems to hestitate before doing so. Is it age, because then Andrew would be 16 years old and Chris erased his memories of being 11 for some reason?

Then I realised...

Guys, I don't think he just forgot those videos existed and couldn't see them on his channel, I think they either got unlisted for a bit or just straight up deleted in-universe. I wasn't there if they got unlisted at the time as part of the arg so idk, comments section didn't mention anything about it. But like... season one canonically doesn't exist anymore I think 😭. If I'm right about the numbers lining up, then somehow Andrew's memory is tied to his videos too?? I guess Chris erased his memories of making those videos along with the videos themselves, though I will say... after the latest video at the time of typing this I don't think the world itself actually got deleted :3. Too many memories for Chris as well, ig. He may have just hid it somewhere... which begs the question, what does "save data" actually refer too? Both Chris and Smiler seem to be able to upload to the channel and edit videos as ghosts, so like... did he target only the memories of those 11 videos/gaming sessions?

I could ramble even longer but eh I think I get my points across. Dunno if anyone else has thought of all this before, probably, but if you didn't know then here it is, all in one place.

After a bit more thought, I do think there's a reason that the Lethe protocol chamber device only seems to have 16 rooms. It's not lore related, rather a reference to 16 bits in computing. Minecraft isn't 16 bits but eh. It's the best I could come up with. Chris might've built it as a 16 bit operating system or smth. Also I doubt he'd need to erase more then 16 minecraft episodes from Andrew's memory/channel at at time. If he needed to erase more, say like 20, then he could just run the 16th room and then the 4th or some other combination.

For some reason each room has a passcode on the ceiling too, like a pin number. I could try and work out that later but for now, I think I'm happy with my findings.

[studentbyday]

week 1. a stuttering start.

i can't believe autumn is already approaching. i feel like i haven't done much to truly live on my own terms this year... (the majority of my time was spent either chained to my desk, living the studying hermit life as usual, or...and this is a new one for this era of my life, feeling like a child following the real adults around on my travels which @zzzzzestforlife documents way better tbh. the travels, that is...)

in addition i've been feeling very unmotivated and numb this school year. even more so than usual. i've never been as zesty as...well, Zesty when it comes to new school years, but it has slowly been getting worse since i started uni and i think i'm getting dangerously close to falling off some cliff i'll later realize was an important cliff to not fall off of. do you get what i mean? i'm only speaking vaguely because i myself do not quite know.

i oscillate between wanting to be extraordinary and extra ordinary. i have fallen back into bad habits, which do not set a good precedent. and overall i feel lost. so so lost that i started reading designing your life. and dulled by the isolation of school i can hardly focus. it's not a new problem, i've just finally been able to put words to it after all these years. engaging and/or cathartic verbal conversation brings me back to life, whether i'm listening or speaking, but i don't get enough of that in my daily life...this is just a very weird mundane state to be in. don't get me wrong, i was relieved to get back to this life with a very predictable pattern after the hectic-ness of travel, but something about it always felt off and i almost can't believe that only now i've realized why.

anyway, feelings pass. and i have overcome the jet lag, so i am that much more energized (and perhaps a little more desperate) to bulldoze through this problem.

Study:

Read/skimmed all the syllabi for anything new (much of it is the same year-to-year as they're all courses in the same faculty and i am resigned to the fact that there will be weighty group work in at least one course out of every year)

Caught up on course announcements

Finished microbiology module for this week (hmmm i read like half of this module last year when i attempted and then dropped this course so it wasn't the most interesting the second time around but i think it'll get better as i get to the new stuff and the nitty-gritty details 🔬 mwahahaha 🦠 i also decided last minute to make flashcards for these and had to transfer my notes to anki. i wish there weren't so many isolated facts or similar but distinct processes i need to remember.)

Made flashcards for half of this week's immunology content (seems to be a memorization-heavy course and i think i really need the active recall since i barely remember the pre-req info 😅 luckily they review it in the module... 🤭)

Reviewed some of the flashcards made this week

Worked on (but didn't finish) global health slides for this week (i'm...not entirely sure what i should be taking notes on or how because...this all seems either very common sense or kind of..."woo-woo" based on my way of understanding the world...but ig that's my own biases talking? i hope they'll just test us on the common sense stuff. that will be easier for my brain 🥴)

Around half of pathology slides are left from this week (probably the most work intensive course i'm taking rn based on the timeline 😵 but also it's shaping up to be my favorite subject this semester because the modules are so well designed AND it's large processes or, even if it's smaller concepts, they're all connected to each other so i don't need flashcards!...i think! i can just pull on the thread of memory and it all unspools (...ideally...)!)

Wrote down due dates for all assessments this semester

Other life things: (yeah idk what to call this section)

I became a 6AM girlie!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Unpacked

Washed my water bottle

Caught up with a friend 💗

Health:

Yoga x2

Journalled x2

Early morning walk in nature x1 (the air smelled so so fresh i was so glad i went out...and even gladder that i went out when i did because after that the air quality got super bad from wildfire smoke 🥺)

Pilates x1 (i made it! in 2 split sessions, but still! and i feel great!!! 😃 i'm so glad i found this channel because she explains the moves in a way that i can get it even with my bad coordination 😅 she also goes slowly and there is no annoying workout music so i can completely focus on the movements and how they feel, it's perfect. 😊)

Music in My Head:

Blue Danube Waltz (OG piano version)

Treat People With Kindness

On the Sunny Side of the Street

Hikaru Nara (the perfect song for my current ambivalent mood because the whole theme of the anime, which is reflected in the sound of this arrangement, is the need to reignite your spark for the things that mean something to you and make the absolute most of it because life is short)

a few dark academia playlists that i put on loop to study to (links under the cut) (somehow the ones with new age music are the only ones i can listen to...light/quiet enough that it doesn't interrupt my thoughts but intense and melodic enough that it puts me in the mood to focus 😅)

[jessi4fanfics]

~The Best Cure~ Short Broppy Story ❤

| Literally just Branch comforting his girl ig lol. They're married in this one btw |

Poppy was crying.

Branch didn't know why, and he didn't have time to even wonder.

Poppy had literally just come home from work, thrown off her cape and crown, fallen onto their bed, next to where Branch had been sitting and writing a document on his computer, and began to completely sob.

"Poppy!" Her husband immediately snapped into action, pulling her up, closer to him, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Poppy, what's wrong?"

Poppy couldn't answer. Her eyes continued to swell up with tears as she looked straight at him until he knew that he should let her cry and have her time.

He slowly let go of her arms, and she crumpled beside him and continued to bawl into his vest. He didn't try to stop her either.

"Shh…" He shushed gently, trying to calm her down a little. His hand found her hand and stroked through it. His fingers picked single strands to roll inbetween his fingertips softly, without hurting her.

Finally, her sobs became soft whimpers. Her head finally lifted from his chest and she looked at him and sniffled.

"Sorry," she whispered, her voice raspy.

Branch slumped down so he could look her straight into the eyes. "It's alright." His hand reached to push an escaping strand of hair behind her ear. "Feel better?" He whispered.

She gave a nod. "I- I don't know why…" She stopped and began to sniffle again. "I probably scared you. I'm sorry." Her eyes became glassy again.

Branch quickly took her hands. "Yes, maybe for a bit. But I'm glad you let it out. Crying can relieve stress like you can't imagine sometimes."

Poppy wiped at her face. "You've done it too?"

Branch gave a bit of a sad smile. "More than I'd like to admit."

Her arms softly snaked around his neck as she scooted closer. His arms wrapped her waist.

"I've been crying a lot recently… I decided not to tell you because I didn't think it was that big of a deal. But tonight everything just snapped." Poppy rested her forehead on his shoulder. "I'm so glad that you were home. It's been so hard without you."

Branch would have usually scolded her for keeping something like that secret. But this time he didn't.

He placed a light kiss on the side of her neck. "It's hard not being sure if someone is there for you. I know the feeling."

"I'm glad you understand, but I wish you didn't have to go through all that you did to." Poppy sighed.

There was a bit of silence.

"Any reason at all that you might think is causing your sudden outbursts?" Branch asked finally.

"I don't know. Sometimes my mind just explodes and can't take anymore and I have to cry."

Branch gave a sad chuckle. "Yeah, Poppy, that's called stress."

"Stress?" She looked at him. "I've never stressed about work before, though."

"Maybe you may not have realized it." Branch shrugged. "Crying is your body's way of pulling yourself back together. You may feel terrible in the moment, but it physically calms you a bit most times."

"Well, what helps stress?" she asked.

"Extra sleep, good and plenty of food, and breaks, Miss Ma'am." He raised an eyebrow and booped her nose at the last one. That would for sure be difficult for her.

Poppy giggled. "Do kisses from your perfect husband help at all?"

"I don't know, maybe we should test it out," he sang in response, pulling her closer.

As soon as he kissed her, she felt her muscles relax a bit, and her eyes closed easily as she rested against him, sighing, exhausted but now relieved and happy, into the kiss.

After about ten seconds, Branch pulled away. "How are you doing?"

She gave a wobbly smile. "Much better."

"I heard somewhere the physical touch helps improve stress and tension levels too," Branch told her softly, tracing her shoulder with his pointer finger.

"Makes sense." Her eyes were closed.

"You're not working tomorrow, alright? I meant it when I said you needed a break."

Her eyes opened. "But-"

"Shh. Go to sleep." His fingers slowly and gently pushed her eyelids down, closing her eyes.

She didn't argue. "Smidge is going to have to-"

"I'll take care of it."

Her eyes opened again, worried. "You're leaving me alone tomorrow?"

"No, I'm staying with you. I'll take care of telling Smidge what to do, however," he reassured her.

"Good." Her eyes closed again. "Sometimes you husband is the best cure."

Branch smirked. "Or vice versa," he whispered. He leaned over her again and he gave her a light kiss.

He would be her cure any day, especially if it meant spending a whole day with her.

And he was going to make sure she got back to being his optimistic queen again, no matter what.

| Sorry this is a bit short. I wrote it quickly😅|

[silent-sanctum]

If you can, you do Jotaro x reader where the reader (gender neutral) is a very famous music celebrity and how Jotaro handles the being with someone who is famous with their daughter Jolyne in their life as well. Love your work and hope everything is good with you 🩷

Thank you anon! 💖 Kinda stressing out over paperwork over here but it's all good nonetheless! 🫡 You're request is heard and I hope I did your request justice with this short fic. Hope you enjoy! ♡

My Universe - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 2.2k

One of the perks of having your spouse be a famous global soloist, is having a kid with them and have said child be their number one fan if Jotaro wasn’t already.

Sure, he may not necessarily like all the discography you put out for your fans, but that’s normal for anyone. You did mostly pop with some R&B on the side, and he was more of a jazz man himself. But he did have his personal playlist of favorite tracks he’d listen to time to time on repeat.

But Jolyne was on a different level than he was- she adored you off-screen and on-screen. If you were at home or at least around her, she’d have a field trip being with her idol: She’d get her hands on every merchandise that’s yet to be released, listen to songs yet to be heard, and get special access to VIP areas only meant for artists.

How about the time spend with Jotaro?

Well, aside from musing your daughter with all the perks and love from a celebrity guardian, there were times you left Jolyne with her own bodyguard and babysitter, and used the free time to roam the city with your husband and do whatever they wanted to do.

Initially, your personal life was kept secret from the world, choosing to separate and not involve it with the life of stardom. And that was still the case back when you and Jotaro were still dating. You posted a lot on your social media, mostly pictures of your “selcas”, outfits-of-the-day, food items, behind-the-scenes special from your stages, nature shots, and pictures with fellow celebrity friends.

Once in a blue moon, your fans would blow up social media whenever you decided to be ballsy and post pictures of you with Jotaro, his face hidden thanks to his hat and mask. The content of the image was relatively tame and “neutral”, but given the context behind these pictures- the intimate proximity of the two, the matching color palette clothes, the rare posting of him in general- might as well made your fan base theorists.

“Boyfriend reveal when????”

“Bestie, please share the tea to the world”

“Hello? The couple fits?? The cute poses??? Call me delulu but-”

“All of you are being weirdos. Stop invading their privacy”

“Yeah the dude could be her cousin or brother or something”

“Girl they be dropping these lovey-dovey ass pics and still wonder why we’re this delusional”

“Uhm cousin?? Brother?? With those pictures? Weird but pop-off ig”

You’d receive many posts of similar flavor all over your timelines and you admitted to liking whenever your fans talk about the love of your life as if it’s a conspiracy theory and most of them coming from a supportive mindset. It irked Jotaro for a moment when said community managed to somehow track both his formal account used to document his research findings, and his private social media account where he posted pictures of scenery similar to yours.

But there were the rational handful who were able to veer them off his ass, dismissing their claims as false despite hitting the nail on the spot.

Eventually, once you shifted to a more flexible and lenient agency, you decided to reveal to the world that the popular music icon was engaged and to be married the next week all through a single image of your hand brandishing a ring on your ring finger with a bride emoji as its caption.

“GOOD MORNING???”

“MARRIAGE?!!”

“THEY IS GETTING MARRIED YALL”

“And yall called us crazy for saying they had a boyfriend all this time”

“We boutta get Papa Star amongst us”

The fans and the general public went wild and aside from the obsessive ones, most of your community sent their support.

Despite your relationship now public to everyone, Jotaro still wanted to keep himself mostly anonymous to the news. So whatever images were taken with him in it was blurred out with the default blur effect or an emoji sticker- a “star” one to be specific-covering his face whenever it was shared among fans.

The community erupted with loud awes and cheers when you announced to the world that you were going to have a baby girl in the family in one of your interviews.

“OMG???”

“Alright baby protectors, it’s our time to RISE”

“Much love to the little onee”

“I will defend this child with my life.”

“Shooters for baby girl where yall at?”

“Oh she bout to be the luckiest mfer with all the merch exclusives”

Years later, Jolyne grew up to be her parent’s number one fan, doing exactly what your fanbase had thought of when she’d grow older.

Going back to the present, you found yourself stuck knee-deep in your career doing a sold-out world tour, performing for thousands of cheering people in cities across the world. This wasn’t your first tour and you’ve found a decent routine to follow when doing so, but this year was a first for you.

You expressed both in social media posts and in interviews that burnout began to hit you full-time and a multitude of nagging negativity clouded your head as you kept up with all the schedules, production, and practice sessions for majority of the year. You’ve been so busy that time spent with your family this year was little to none. You constantly shared that hopefully sometime in the middle of promotions, you could return home to your family.

Jolyne felt it watching you through the screen. Jotaro felt it too.

All of them missed you and he wanted to do something about it for once.

By the time September came, your world tour came to a close with one last concert to be done in the Rose Bowl Stadium in California. Both him and Jolyne were never able to attend to any of your concerts due to work and school, but timing was in their favor for once and he made the most of the opportunity.

He got into contact with your manager, someone he became close acquaintances with, and notified of them coming over to watch your show. At first, Jotaro just wanted to be there with your daughter in tow, but the manager and a couple of the crew members in-charge of the set list had different plans.

He agreed to it.

With the VIP tickets secured and their booth ready for them, Jotaro and Jolyne flew across the States with eager anticipation and excitement, the latter mostly radiating off from the little girl.

Eventually, the day of the concert arrived and your daughter couldn’t contain herself from running about, unable to wait any longer for her to watch her other parent sing and dance live for the first time. During the day, rehearsals were done before the show proper and a handful of lucky fans were able to watch it.

Thanks to a streamer fan’s dedication and generosity, Jolyne was able to watch you walk about the stage in cozy casuals interacting with your community through a live stream in her phone. From time to time in the middle of preparing things needed for a concert, Jotaro would tune in as well, happy to see you even if it was from a live feed.

Hours later, he rented a car nearby and drove both of them to the beaming stadium, teemed with cheering crowds of fans falling in line either to enter the venue or to purchase on-site merchandise. On the lampposts and the walls were banners of you welcoming everyone to the event.

To avoid getting mobbed, both father and daughter kept themselves hidden from any passing person with a hat and mask as they walked across the area to the stadium’s entrance. To everyone else, they might as well be an ordinary dad-and-daughter duo who were also fans of their favorite artist.

Jotaro followed the instructions sent to him by your manager and headed off to a more discreet entrance where they didn’t have to worry about any lines or people complaining of why they get to enter first and not them. A guard stationed by waved them inside and led the family into their seats overlooking the brightly lit stage. Before the platform were thousands of light sticks waving in the dark, belonging to the fans singing to songs being played as they waited for you to start.

Beside him, Jolyne sang along with enthusiasm, shaking her own personalized light stick to the beat of the music. He would do the same in an alternate universe, but here it just wasn’t his thing.

After a few minutes, the music faded off into silence and the lights dimmed until the stage cast the whole venue in darkness. The crowds cheered and many miniature lights shook in the night. The speakers suddenly blared a remix of one of your title tracks and the jumbo screens flashed to show a VCR containing a mashup of you in a concept film, introducing your theme as a music artist to your audience.

Then as the dancers brought in the energy with their entrance, the stadium exploded with excited screams as you rose up from the below and walked to the front, passing by your back-up dancers until you stood in front of everyone. A second after you greeted the crowd, you switched demeanor and joined the others in choreography.

Jotaro couldn’t help but smile and clap by the time you finished your introductory performance, contrasted by his daughter’s loud screams. He watched wistfully at you speaking with the audience, sweating from all the dance and singing.

It truly was something different watching you live versus watching a live broadcast from home. You’re so near and yet so far from him.

And so far, the rest of the evening was spent like this with you; the beloved soloist performing many of their hit songs ranging from hard hitting beats with impressive dance routines to soothing ballads that had you simply sitting on a fancy stage prop all dolled-up to match the aesthetic of the songs.

Jolyne never pried her eyes away from her other parent, always focused on you and making sure she sung, danced, and responded to your every questions with the devotion of a true, hardcore fan.

By the time the concert was near its end, you were standing in front of the crowd in a cozy outfit akin to the aesthetics of a person living in a humble cabin in the woods. Supposedly, this segment was supposed to be for when you brought up a box of mixed Q&A and dares for you to do.

However, as you said that you were about to start with the bit, the screens beside you changed from showing an arcade-esque “Break Time with Y/N” to a simple “You have special guests watching you”.

Out of the blue, spotlights turned to Jotaro and Jolyne’s booth and there they were- clear as day on the jumbo screens. Everyone cheered yet again as their way of greeting their favorite artist’s family. And even as Jotaro froze on spot, tipping his hat over his eyes as he offered a small wave, his little girl beamed and waved her light stick at the camera.

“I’m here! Hello!”

Jotaro, from what he could see from under his hat, fixed his gaze on the other jumbo screen where it showed your reaction to the surprise- you were crouched on stage, one hand waving at your child, while the other covered your mouth as he saw tears well up in your eyes.

You didn’t expect them to be at your closing concert but seeing your family present was enough for you to break character and fixate on the loves of your life. “Ah really, you guys…”

In response to your happy tears, the crowd cried out a nearly-synchronized “don’t cry!” prompting you to let out a wet chuckle and sniffle.

It occurred to him that he could do something while the cameras were on them. He reached for his phone from his coat pockets and with a few taps, he showed the screen to everyone- a mobile digital message with the words scrolling across the black screen in neon yellow:

Congratulations on your successful world tour. We love you <3

“Ah! You’re gonna make me cry again!” You said, whining as you swiped your eyes free from the new batch of tears ready to fall. He chuckled back. “Everyone, that’s my husband and baby girl. I love them and the fact that they’re here makes me the happiest person right now.” The crowd cooed.

“Now that they’re here, I’m all the more charged up to perform for everyone!” You said and the stadium cheered in response. With one more long look at your family watching from their booth, you continued. “Hope you all enjoy the rest of this night as much as I am enjoying right now.”

With Jolyne’s suggestion via a whisper, Jotaro turned to his phone and changed the message one more time before the camera diverted away from them. This the message scrolled by in neon green saying:

Let’s celebrate! Let’s eat out later! Our daughter is starving.

Your fans expressed a mix of laughter and wholesome “aw’s”. In turn, you smiled and with both hands grasping your microphone, you replied back to them with a curt yet loving, “Of course. My treat.”

[written-in-the-clouds]

edit: part two

notes: hi guys. im alive. waow. this may be part of a series if people are interested... 'what if you were just some guy in the mha world and you accidentally stumbled on the plot'

also guess who lavendereyes is. if you wish

Exhaustion sat heavy on your bones, but you hardly registered it. You were knee-deep in forums and archives, searching for an article about some random hero that their client swore existed. It was easy to find allusions to the document, but finding it itself? Not even the Internet Archive had a copy. You had triple-checked.

You were tempted to tell your client that it had been completely wiped, or didn’t exist in the first place, but you were getting paid just enough that you wanted to keep looking.

A Discord alert played through your headphones.

lavendereyes > are you still awake or did you leave your computer on again

You hesitated.

sunnydays > i’m awake

lavendereyes > why are you still awake

sunnydays > why are you <3

lavendereyes > insomnia, but i know you don’t have that

sunnydays > maybe i do…… you don’t know me……

lavendereyes > lmao

lavendereyes > go to bed dumbass

sunnydays > im working on something

lavendereyes > and it’s not gonna disappear overnight

You sighed, leaning back from your computer. You’d been friends with lavendereyes, or Lav, for about five months. And that was a long time, comparatively. You had joked that he was going to overtake your longest online friendship soon. You liked him a lot, but something in the back of your brain itched. A fear gnawing at you, whispering that soon you’d slip up and piss him off and he’d leave you, too.

So you were as careful as you could be.

sunnydays > …alright. good night

lavendereyes > gn, sunny

You shut down your computer and curled up in bed. It was the start of April, but starting to warm up, and your fan quietly whirred through the room. Tiny fairy lights twinkled above you. Only a few cars passed below your window, and the sky was dark. All in all, it should be perfect conditions to sleep. Still, worries dragged at your mind, twisting and whirling and making you toss and turn. Eventually, though, you must have nodded off.

Morning came sooner than you would have liked. Your alarm buzzed through your room, and you dragged yourself out of bed to shut the unwanted noise off. You stretched, blinking away sleep, before dressing in your school uniform for the day. You scrolled through social media idly as you made breakfast.

lavendereyes > morning

sunnydays > good morning

sunnydays > back to school :frown:

sunnydays > you were trying to get into a top school, yeah?

sunnydays > did you pass?

lavendereyes > no

sunnydays > aw shit that sucks :/

lavendereyes > i got in their gen ed program though

sunnydays > oh thats good ig

lavendereyes > their exam is rigged against certain quirk types

sunnydays > ew

sunnydays > give me the name

lavendereyes > lol

lavendereyes > its fine

sunnydays > well. if you need anything

lavendereyes > yeah i’ll get you

lavendereyes > resident master hacker

sunnydays > all information i use is publicly available!

lavendereyes > i’m suuure

lavendereyes > heading onto the train now, talk later

sunnyeyes > bye

You slipped your phone in your backpack and grabbed your lunch before heading out the door. You unhooked your bike from the rack and hopped on, driving through the winding streets to your new high school. You had already been to orientation, but nerves still wound through you. What would your new classmates be like? Would they act oddly with a foreigner? You had lived here for six years already, but sometimes people acted like you hadn’t.

It ended up fine. You were awkward, but so was everyone. It was your first year of high school. Everyone was worried about their first impressions and settling in. You hadn’t made any friends yet, but you expected within a few days you would have one or two or possibly settle in the back of a group of kids.

You spent time in between classes on the forums, answering questions and providing relevant articles. Your job – well, hobby that occasionally gave them money – whatever you wanted to call it, was finding information. Rabbit holes had given you a lot of resources, and when you started a blog to ramble about your findings, people had been interested. Due to popular demand and your own interest, you had slowly shifted towards heroes and villains research. You were careful to never take a stance. Villains had major problems most of the time, obviously, but heroes weren’t all sunshine and rainbows either. Controversies, civilian casualties, generally caring more about the rankings and money than saving people.

Nowadays, battles between heroes and villains felt more like a show than anything.

One evening, you were online on Discord. You had made a server once your following had gotten big enough, and it hovered at about a hundred members. You were typing a response to someone about Quirk discrimination, when a couple pings came from the real-events chat. You frowned, finished your message, and checked the chat.

blooming-sparks > guys did you see the news

yuordevil > @sunnydays sorry for pinging you but you shoul;d see this

yuordevil > [link]

the.yapperrrr > holy shit??

buzzbuzzbuzz > i thought ua was supposed to be secure :sob: :sob:

miri11 > @sunnydays you seeing this shit

You frowned. You clicked on the link, which led to a news channel – and your eyes widened. UA had been attacked.

You messaged back in chat to confirm that you had seen and were investigating, before proceeding to do exactly that. The attack had been performed by what the news called ‘The League of Villains,’ – God you hoped that wasn’t what they called themselves – and there was… no other information. The police and UA were being incredibly secretive about it, which, fair, but irritating. You had nothing to work with. You admitted as such to the server, to the members’ disappointment. Hopefully more information would come out.

Two weeks later, an interesting email arrived.

From: lovlovlovlov@yahoo.co.jp

[No Subject]

You find information, yeah? Articles and whatever?

You narrowed your eyes at the email address. It could be a coincidence. But it might not be.

From: sunnyydays@yahoo.co.jp

[Re: No Subject]

Ha, ha. Funny email address. But yeah, I do. Not for free, though

You screenshotted the email and sent it to Lav.

lavendereyes > wtf why are they using that email lol

sunnydays > do you think theyre real or

lavendereyes > lmao?? no of course not. why would they email with that email

sunnydays > right right lol

From: lovlovlovlov@yahoo.co.jp

[Re: Re: No Subject]

I just forgot to change my email, fuck off. Yes, I’ll pay you if you find anything interesting. Look into Endeavor.

You frowned. The number two hero? Why?

sunnydays > [image]

sunnydays > should i do it lol

lavendereyes > i mean why not

lavendereyes > theyre either making things up or there really is something there

sunnydays > true

sunnydays > okay brb

A half hour later, an interesting story had started to form. Endeavor was a controversial hero already – some complaining he was too ruthless, others arguing that that was what made him a good hero – but there was more to it. Rumors about his homelife, and a dead son in a forest fire.

From: sunnyydays@yahoo.co.jp

[Re: Re: Re: No Subject]

I found some things. Let me know + send payment if you want anything written.

[link] [link] [link] [link] [link]

From: lovlovlovlov@yahoo.co.jp

[Re: Re: Re: Re: No Subject]

Nah. Just checking. Thanks

Well. That was thirty minutes wasted. Alright, then.

lavendereyes > oh it definitely cant be the real lov lol

sunnydays > ?

lavendereyes > theres an attack by them like rn

lavendereyes > [link]

You followed the link to a live stream, where someone with shaky hands trying to record the attack. They narrated in a low voice, shuffling around in their hiding place. You squinted at the figures, taking note of any indicators of their Quirks, appearances, and so on. In another window, you searched for any other videos or photos. You built up a small profile for the villains, but there still wasn’t a lot of information. Even forums and social media hadn’t figured much out – though there was an lovupdates Twitter that you quickly followed out of curiosity.

They didn’t seem to have a pattern to their attacks. One seemed to be able to shapeshift, another had fire, a third had clones, and so on. You started looking for individual attacks by each member – they hadn’t always been a League, and they seemed too prepared to have just started crimes – and a Discord notification appeared.

lavendereyes > sun? you ok?

sunnydays > uh. sorry. i’m fine

sunnydays > impulsive research

lavendereyes > anything interesting?

sunnydays > maybe

lavendereyes > oh?

You tabbed back to your research and frowned at the bare profiles. There still wasn’t much.

sunnydays > we’ll see

[valleygirlmukuroikusaba]

OH since the sdr2 cast in this au aren't HPA grads they're all just like. ordinary people and dont have their canon backstories/abilities

but their personalities r mostly based off what i remember from sdr2 blind playthrough or characterizations over from USC. with some less remembered details given a refresher from talking with friends

originally i was planning on researching sdr2 fanon but i think i came to this fandom too late because the documentation is sooo segregated that im having trouble finding things and i dont got all the time in the world to do a full deep dive

even tho allegedly in the past the fanon was oversaturated so i think its kinda like. just kinda had to be around when it went down and its too bad for me that i was absent?

oh well i guess thats just more room for me to come up with my own narrative to fill in the blanks with.

OK but i DID pay homage to the long lost nation of KomaHina(2020 era bandwagon specifically the ship is still around i think. allegedly) so thats one checkbox ticked off not sure if i did them justice since their status as HPA students mostly moves their relationship(from what i understand from SDR2) and since my au is void of that

the order of stages of hostility are flipped around but i work with what i got. and trying to work their dynamic to fit the larger group dynamic is

kinda interesting since if any duo would make the collective falter it would definitely be hajime/nagito because they have the rockiest relationship and also kind of make it everyone else's problem which uh yeah that already happens in the sdr2 trials HELPPPP

ANYWAYS im gonna drop off like ig a quick reference for myself of like general outfits since i un-whimsyed the sdr2 cast so everyone just has more of a simpler dress code or whatever with some exceptions

(its not scaled to canon heights i forgot to do research uhmmm its just for outfit callback for myself its fineeeeeeee AND MY WRIST HURTS OH SHITTTTT)

OH AND UH i have yet to watch the anime so uhh im not fully caught up

idk maybe the anime characterization is different from sdr2/usc but im gonna try to wrap up this au part b4 moving onto the anime

bc that'd mean id have to process and reorganize everything to make room for the new information and that would make things a lot rockier im good where im at currently dont. want to make this harder on myself

[misskattylashes]

Hi guys

Okay, here goes. I am posting this without tags so very few people will see it because I think it the general public saw it, they would call for the men in white coats. But it has been plauging me since that weird post on Monday and I need to get this off my chest.

It's going to be a long post so you might want to grab and cup of tea/coffee and a snack.

But I will begin...

I think Louise and Alex's relationship is an elaborate fuck you!

Okay, to summarise. I think you all know my stance by now. Alex has been publicly closeted since 2007 when AM had their sights set on America and management knew that a lead singer who was in a cute little bromance with his best friend was not going to appeal to the general US market (especially since by then Alex had started to blossom and it was obvious teen girls were going to love him), so we get Alexa... whilst with Alexa we get Humbug, an album full of songs about secrets, double lives and wanting to be with someone else. Of course no one listens to Alex's lyrics. They just see him with the pretty girlfriend.

Next comes Arielle, and for this I will blame Alex. The late SIAS/AM persona was pretty straight acting, and he sold the image well.

Then comes Taylor. They clearly get on very well, but also...well I don't have to go into much detail about EYCTE, you've all seen it.

So it ends with Taylor and we get the shit show we have today. so I thought I would list all the things that make this 'relationship' different to the others

1. Lack of engagement by Alex. With the other girlfriends Alex spent private as well as staged time with them. for AAT (Alexa Arielle and Taylor) we have countless private photos and social media posts that show he did 'fun' things with them (quite often with Miles too). With L there are a couple of 'private' photos from very early on in their relationship, and these are with her friends. Other than that there is no evidence at all that they have spent any time together, other than for public events. This points to him being friends with AAT and not minding hanging out with them. But L being little more than a business arrangement.

2. AAT have all been seen out socially with Alex's parents and his friends. We have nothing of her out socially with his friends or family, apart from Matt and Amanda - and Alex isn't in these photos.

3. Miles. Miles was good friends with AAT and still interacts with them to this day. There has never been any interaction between Miles and L apart from a couple of sarcastic comments by him on IG

4. Music videos. AAT all feature in Alex's music videos, clearly. In the MV for Mirrorball (directed by Alex) we have L's feet and back (making it look like he can't be bothered with her).

So, what makes me think it is a hoax and she is in on it. I am going to list the weird things that have happened, especially since Italy papgate...

a)Italy. How Backgrid works is they are basically the middle men between pap photographers, the celebrities and the press. It is arranged via the celebs for paparazzi photographers to capture them, the via Backgrid, the celebs sell the pictures they want published. So Alex/Louise/PR chose those awful, miserable pictures as a documentation of their relationship. Including Alex not even covering up the tattoo, making it look like he doesn't give a shit about her feelings.

b) 'I don't wanna be hers' at gigs where Louise is at and she has made clear on social media that she is at, which once again makes it look like he doesn't give a shit about her, which begs the question to those who think they're real 'why doesn't he just split with her?'

c)The 38th birthday post. The only photograph it looks like she can find is one that is 5 years old and is dubious in origin (she wasn't in Australia in 2019) - let's not forget Miles' River Mersey comment

d) Tyler's wedding. We get that strangely pointless 6th post. Unusually the first person to comment is Mia Latter saying she misses Lou (when have they ever hung out?) and Louise specifically saying she will be in LA in 10 days time, making it look like she is going to the wedding. When has she ever been so specific before?

Lo and behold the week before the wedding she goes overboard to prove she is in Paris. Then the day before the wedding she posts a story telling the couple she can't go because she is working (?) she could have just told them that in a phonecall. Even if she does have a job, like any person on this planet she had plenty of notice to take a week's leave to go to the wedding. But she wants us to know Alex isn't taking her to the wedding.

She then goes to LA alone and the only person we see her with is Justyna Hammond, despite on social media Amanda and Mia gushing on about how they miss herwhich makes it look like in reality they don't care about her that much

e)The 39th birthday post. You are dating a man who has a beautiful smile and yet you deliberately post a picture where he looks angry, that is two years old. It makes her look ridiculous.

f)The Nest Debacle this week. Louise's posts have to be approved by PR (please note they are always posted around 6pm GMT). Zackery Michael gave her those ridiculous photos. It is clear she is on holiday and not in the same room as him, so Zackery has photoshopped those pictures which makes him in on the debacle (I will maintain even the photo on the 6th post looked doctored). It looks like he is taking the piss out of her.

The text, it reads like something produced from an AI bot and makes no sense and she doesn't even bother to add quotation marks to the Sagan quote which makes it look copied and pasted with little effort.

It is like Louise herself is going further and further to prove their relationship is fake which makes me wonder if it's a giant fuck you on Alex's part with L and the other close circle in on it.

From Alex's point of view he probably signed his life away when he was little more than a child, agreeing to take part in any contractual publicity on behalf of Domino/Wildlife. Fake relationships are included in this. He has spent most of this time shouting into the void - writing sad songs about hiding, being a liar, keeping secrets. He has openly showed his love for Miles ('you know who I love Paris?'), was all over Miles like a rash during EYCTE and yet it gets dismissed as 'just bros fooling around'

What if when it ended with Taylor, he was still contractually obliged to have a beard and they found Louise. She was suitable geographically because he was moving back to London to be near Miles and he needed a European beard.

When you think about it, Louise is a persona. Her friends and family call her Pauline. For all we know Pauline could be an okay person. Imagine you're a struggling singer/actress/model/whatever and you are offered Megabucks, a luxury apartment and travel all over the world to play the horrible girlfriend of a famous rockstar. You would probably accept it. Louise is a monster, no doubt about it. Look at her entrance onto the scene, openly flaunting her relationship with Alex behind Taylor's back (please note that in the real world she would have been silenced, Alex would have done a damage control pap shoot with Taylor to dispel the rumours, him and Taylor would have split and Louise would have been slowly introduced - celebrities always want to protect their reputation).

We have had her arguing and blocking teenagers online. the 'beautiful dick' comment and finally the biggest thing that makes her look like a monster....Miles

The lack of Milex content coincided with Louise. People think Alex doesn't see Miles because Louise doesn't like him (the same Louise Alex barely sees so what does it matter?). At La Cigale, why did she have to be so visible on the stage. Alex running off to her, making it look like she was causing him to abandon Miles for her. Another way of making her look like a monster.

Alex is a grown man, she can't stop him seeing anyone, let alone his best friend. And Miles is also a grown up, I am sure he could endure a night out with Alex and Louise and grin and bear it (how many men out there can't stand their best mate's partner but endures them to keep the peace?). But all in all it paints her as a total controlling monster.

Louise makes herself look like an idiot over and over again and PR do no damage control. Alex is rich and famous enough to, whilst not get out of contracts, but to negotiate, and maybe the negotiation was done that he had a beard but the relationship was so ridiculously staged, it served people right if they fell for it. Alex has tried to tell them over and over again that he was basically being held hostage by fame and noone listened, so why not have the most ridiculous relationship possible, with very little input on his part.

Thank you for reading. I told you the other theory was crazy. But I have needed to get this off my chest.

Extras.....

The Larry Sanders cap - the fictional show within a fictional show

Louise advertising the fact she was staying in a hotel during the London AM gigs when Alex lives 20 mins from the venue.

The couples Polaroid collage and Alex and Louise being left off.

The panties on the piano. What normal person does that.

We just fucked on the mirror - no normal person does that

The after show in NY at the same party, no picture of them together

Not going on the family trip with Louise's family and friends who are in couples

Louise's persona - it is only thanks to pages like I Will Shine Louder and She's All Vintage that we realise before meeting Alex she didn't have the Birkin image. Her past was pretty much erased.

She never posts friends or family (except Jonathan and the occasional thing of her sister). She went on that holiday with her family last year. Never posted once. But she was all over her sister's page.

Copying the clothes, IG posts of Alex's exes. Makes her look like a crazy stalker.

Actually wearing a sky blue Lacoste top (not Alex's) to advertise that she's going to Japan....why does she need to do this (7/3/23)

Alex has disengaged with all promotion for AM. There was very little promotion for The Car. A couple of radio shows, magazine interviews. As far as I am aware nothing at all in the US. Now he does nothing. All AM promotion is down to Matt.

[honeylikesyanderes]

this is an nsfw request but it doesn’t have to be fully detailed! headcanons about bo and karma (respectively) with a darling who has high libido aka always horny? 🤨✍️

this has been in my drafts for two years. damn.

um, bhodi's got a bit pornish at the end so beware? idk

18+ mdni, yandere themes + sexual stuff

yada yada yada, read at your own risk

karmichael:

honestly doesn't mind it at all tbh

karma isnt the horniest person in the world

but if his darling needs something, he's gonna provide it.

karma is the kind to make you cum a few times with his fingers

he'll encourage you sit on his face and ride to your hearts content

and if you whine and beg for his cock (he loves when you beg)

he'd most definitely get you toys to keep you entertained as well

especially if he's not in the mood to ''directly'' participate in sex

and its good fun too when you're both in public

bullet vibes made from platinum, custom-made dildos and vibrators, all manners of toys-

all for your pleasure.

i have this headcanon that karma is most definitely the type to tie you to a wide desk chair in his office with your legs spread apart, attach a vibe to you, and just let you cum over and over till your overstimulated.

all while he's at his desk, paying you no mind as he keeps reading documents and signing contracts.

you can moan as loud as you want (his walls are soundproof), he's already put up the 'do not disturb' sign on his door.

dont be so whiny next time, okay?

bhodi:

one thing about bhodi:

he's always ready to go.

generally speaking, he would be best suited for a darling with a high libido tbh

when you're needy, he'll be there, ready to service you until you're satiated.

doesn't matter if you're in public;

either y'all are going home, or he'll sort you out in the back seat of his car.

or maybe the car is too far away-

thank goodness he has a private bathroom in his office 👀

if anything, i think bo would be excited to have a darling with a high libido

he's pretty adventurous when it comes to sex

and he thinks it'll be a good avenue to explore with his partner if they have sex frequently.

he also enjoys the bonding time that it brings

skin to skin contact, the beautiful moans that leak from your mouth, how you scrunch up your face a bit when you cum for him-

why wouldn't he want to see that as often as possible?

in a way, he'd also be very flattered.

you're horny and you picked him to ''service'' you? (he's your partner but that doesn't matter ig?😭)

and its these thoughts that fuel his obsession more.

he'll do anything you want.

use him. use him all for your pleasure. he's willing to do anything for you. to make you feel good.

use him. please.

headcanon for bhodi is something office related as well:

you guys are in his office and you're sitting on his lap-

seems innocent enough right?

you're the hr manager's girl and everyone knows. its no secret. you are just spending some quality time together as he works.

at least that's how it seems to the staff that can see you (the walls of bhodi's office are transparent glass)

if they could see under the desk, then they would know you were actually sitting on bhodi's cock.

cockwarming him. or at least that's what they called it online when you searched it up the other day.

you could feel it tho, how swollen his tip was inside you, how the veins on the left side of his cock throbbed against your walls. how close he was to cumming.

he'd been inside you for the past 20 minutes, and you knew he was hanging on by a thread.

so you did what any good partner would do in this situation-

you gave it a little bounce.

almost instantly, he came inside you, filling you up while gripping your waist, groaning as you let out a little moan.

next thing you know, you're bent over the bathroom counter, with bo ramming into you.

dont be such a tease next time, okay?

[get-caitjinxed]

Passed your page like 7 times bc I didn't know you changed your profile

Anyway came to ask what do you think the characters smell like? I'm trying to write and I suck with imagery/writing in general so you know trying to add to it. Smell is one of the senses I hadn't written but wtf does Caitlyn Kirramen smell like????? like flowers? Clean????? Bit of sweat???? I can't 😭

Also if you have writing tips you'd share please do 🙏

hehe sorry about that lol! i was getting tired of the other one, i'll try not to change it again 🙇‍♂️

this is the part where i have to admit that i'm terminally single and i don't have a great understanding of what other people smell like 😭 i don't think i'd even be good at describing how i smell? but in caitlyn's case i def think she would wear some kind of subtle perfume - nothing too extreme or too sweet, but just enough that you would be like "oh shit, she smells good". possibly smthn floral? 🤔 and then depending on the situation, you could go for some kind of fresh laundry smell bc i assume she keeps her uniform (and the rest of her clothes) as clean as possible. but also gunpowder! if she's been shooting, ofc. and if she's been running around in a fight, sure, sweat, maybe a little blood, etc. if you're going for the hextech rifle, i feel like i see a lot of people describe the scent from that as being a sort of ozone-y smell that lingers after a burst of energy

and if you're writing her with jinx, maybe she carries around a bit of residual grease/oil/paint/metallic smell 😏

my overall tip for this would probably be to go do some research on perfurmes ig? this is some advice i should also take myself. gotta become a real jeremy fragrance type

AS FOR OTHER WRITING TIPS... i'll just rapid fire off a few:

when you're writing dialogue, try saying it to yourself out loud if it feels weird. your own voice might not match the character you're writing, but this is mostly to check and see if it sounds natural at all (sometimes i will literally talk to myself out loud and do voices if i'm thinking up a scene)

don't be afraid to interrupt dialogue (even mid sentence) to describe what a character is doing as they speak (or even how another character is reacting to something)! em dashes and ellipses are your friends

if you've written out something and it's just not working, don't be afraid to delete several paragraphs and dial it back. there are so many times were i get balls deep into a scene and go "this is NOT it" and delete everything i just wrote

less of a writing tip and more for brainstorming: when i'm stuck and i can't think of where to take a story next, or how to write out a specific plot beat, i just go for a walk and listen to music! this has been my brainstorming process since i was like 10 years old lmao and it's always worked well for me. sometimes you gotta step away from the word document and do something else for a while

your writing is always better than you think it is! i will post stuff and be like "wow this is garbage" and then have folks come along and tell me it's the best thing they've ever seen. you are your own biggest critic, so try not to be too hard on yourself!

also to anyone who is newer to writing or just starting out, write whatever the fuck you want! actually this applies to any experienced writers as well. don't feel like you need to write fics for other people! 90% of what i write is extremely self-indulgent and the other 10% is for my friends bc i know they'll like it. if you try to pander to your audience, you'll just make yourself miserable and you won't enjoy what you're doing. i'm churning out so much fic bc i genuinely just love writing caitjinx 🥺 everything i do is for me first

[dca-prompts]

Au idea-

(Love virus (ig))

Y/N has been working at the PizzaPlex for a good while. Their job description is basically "watch a specific bot for a few weeks and document what they did, any odd behavior, or just any positives/negatives. Then fix any problems."

A lot of the time y/n is working with monty or the DJ (mostly the dj). Then they're assigned to work with the dca. Despite working there for half a year, they were yet to meet them. And right off the bat, they are very different from Monty and the DJ. But their personalities are both fun to be around

The first week ay fine. Nothing odd.

The second week is when things start to change. Because the first week had gone well enough, they didn't need to be there the whole day. So they worked less hours during the second week. But they noticed that the attendants had a bit of clingyness and never wanted y/n to leave.

The 3rd week it got worse. Sun and moon would beg y/n to start having their lunch break in the daycare. And they began thinking of any way they could delay y/n from leaving the Plex. They would also give them very subtle acts of affection or over-dramatic, silly acts of affection. Cute, but not normal.

Week 4 was the worst. The dca started showing obsessiveness towards y/n. Getting irritated by them simply talking to parents or even co workers. And when they came back the next day for work, the bots reacted pretty much the same way a dog with separation anxiety would. This is when y/n decides it's a much bigger problem then they thought. And they needed to fix it.

In the end, y/n had to delete all of sun and Moon's memories of themself. Stranger to friends to semi one sided love to strangers.

(Happy endings are cliche, embrace Shakespearian drama endings (they all die /j))

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