#welp we couldn't talk about it and not make it happen

[kiillerqueen]

❝ I thought that I was not going to be seeing you around anymore after you our last conversation. ❞ Amelia is honestly completely surprised to be seeing the blonde again after she hadn't been around for at least a couple months. She had honestly believed that she'd got rid of her. || Closed Starter || @decadentias

[jeysbvck]

you made a mark on me (a golden tattoo)

welp, here it is! cody has been my favourite wrestler since 2007/2008, and i NEVER thought i'd write a fic about him, but here we are! after mondays segment, i couldn't get this out of my mind and i hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!! please reblog & comment, they are really helpful & motivating to fic writers!

taglist; @nightmare-viper @harmshake @wrestlezaynia @alyyaanna @xtripleiiix @afterdarkprincess @courtninacole @crxssjae @wrestlingprincess80 🫶🏻 (if u wanna be taken off the list or added, lemme know!!)

warnings; teasing in public, f receiving, m receiving, slight praise kink, p in v penetration, slight exhibitionism, jealous!cody (if i've missed anything please let me know!)

word count; 2.7k

summary; once again, teasing Cody works wonders.

Even from the other side of the room, you could feel those blue eyes on you, staring so hard you were sure you'd find a burn mark on your cheek when you looked in a mirror. You leaned your elbow on the bar, twirling a piece of hair around your finger as you half listened to Damian; giggling and playfully slapping his arm or chest at the right times. You could barely pay attention to Damian. All you could think about was Cody and how he was reacting to the very obvious flirting happening. You could picture his face clearly in your mind; the way his usually soft gaze would be hardened watching the scene play out, the way he'd be clenching his jaw or biting the inside of his cheek; waiting for the moment he could drag you away without causing suspicion.

The moment came sooner than anticipated when Dom dragged Damian away to rejoin the rest of The Judgement Day in the booth they'd occupied all night. You looked around the room, searching for Cody, but when you couldn't find him, you opted to join Sami and Jey, who were waving at you wildly. Before you could, someone came up behind you, and their hand gripped your bicep tightly.

"I know what you're doing," Cody said, his voice low in your ear.

You craned your neck so you could smile up at Cody. "What? I was just having a very lovely conversation with Damian." You said innocently.

Cody spun you around and glared down at you, his eyes looking brighter under the dim lights. "It won't work." He told you, and you tilted your head, pouting slightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You replied, batting your eyelashes, making Cody roll his neck. "You wanna dance?" You quickly asked before he could say anything else.

He glanced at the mass of people dancing and pulled a face. "We really shouldn't..."

"Come on, I was dancing with Jey earlier. It doesn't -"

"You were dancing with Jey?" He asked, his nostrils flaring as he narrowed his eyes. "Fine, let's dance." He conceded, unable to hide his jealousy as he pulled you to the dancefloor as you giggled.

You took advantage of the number of people on the dancefloor and pressed your body up against Cody while snaking your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your waist, and he raised his eyebrow, to which you shrugged, a smile dancing on your lips. "Sorry." You mouthed, and he shook his head, unable to hide the smile. "You're terrible." He replied, making you grin.

"Oh, you know you love it." You said, massaging the back of his neck with your fingertips, just like you did when you were curled up in bed together. Being this close to him was driving you wild, and if you couldn't touch him the way you truly wanted to, you'd revel in driving him just as wild.

You pushed your pussy into Cody's bulge as you danced, and his grip on your hips tightened. "Don't tease me," He warned, his voice almost a growl. "I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."

You lifted yourself onto your toes and whispered in Codys' ear, your breasts pushing against his chest. "Who's asking you to control yourself? You could just let go."

Your breath on his neck and your scent in his nostrils was intoxicating. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled through his nose; a futile attempt to control the effect you were having on him. His hands made the journey from your hips to your ass and you glanced around the room, thankful that nobody was paying any attention to the two of you. Considering neither of you was ready for people to know about the two of you, you were playing a very dangerous game. Teasing each other and flirting around other people, stealing kisses and secret moments in crowded rooms, sneaking into each other's hotel rooms or onto Cody's bus; it was all so thrilling, and it was a miracle nobody had caught onto the two of you.

"Baby, you gotta stop." He groaned, squeezing your ass. "You're killing me."

Your eyebrow arched upwards, followed by a smirk. "You want me to stop?" You questioned, slipping your hand in between your bodies, sliding your hand down his shirt until you stopped at his belt buckle. "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want."

Cody dropped his head onto your shoulder, a low, almost animalistic sound emitting from his throat. He rutted against you, nipping at your neck as he did, the action making your pussy throb as you caught a moan in your throat. Before you could move your hand lower, Cody promptly grabbed your wrist.

"How about we continue this somewhere more private?" Cody said into your ear. He'd posed it as a question, but it wasn't intended as one— which was apparent when he didn't wait for your answer and practically dragged you out of the main party room and through the hotel lobby.

With his hand on the small of your back, he pushed you through the doors, the cold night air pinching your naked arms. Cody guided you around the corner, and before you knew it, you were up against the wall, his lips attaching to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocated the kiss, tongues wrapping around each other; both moaning in harmony as he fondled your breasts over your dress. You unbuckled the belt and popped the button open, and when he bit down on your lip, you grinned. You tried to slip your hand into his boxers, ready to feel his cock in your hand, but Cody pulled away, breathless.

"Not here." He said, lacing his fingers around yours. You walked hand in hand across the parking lot, towards where trees lined the edge of the lot. The closer you got, the more you noticed the large outline of Codys' bus, hidden in the shadows of the trees, tucked away from the moonlight. 

"You brought your bus here?" You laughed. "You couldn't use the car?"

Cody unlocked the door and ushered you up the steps. "It's a good thing I didn't, isn't it? I knew you'd try something." He teased, slapping your ass lightly. You turned to face him.

"I knew it'd work." You said, reciprocating the soft smile he sent your way as the lock clicked. He took a few steps towards you, his eyes boring into your soul. They were mesmerising, like two oceans you were certain to drown in, and you wouldn't mind a single bit if you did.

"Of course, it worked," Cody said softly. "It'll always work."

You couldn't wait any longer. You pulled Cody towards you by his tie, your lips smashing together forcefully, his fingers tangled in your hair as he tugged slightly, deepening the kiss. He was like a drug you were addicted to, one that you'd never want to give up.

Cody spun you around and slowly unzipped your dress, peppering your naked back with kisses. The black, velvet number fell to the floor, and you turned to face him, standing in just your heels and black panties. He took a step back and carefully studied you like he was looking at his favourite work of art. He grinned and licked his lips as he arched his eyebrow.

"Get on the bed." He ordered. You stepped backwards until your legs hit the edge of the small bed, and you lowered yourself down, the mattress dipping under your weight. Cody pulled at his tie until it loosened and unbuttoned his shirt, smirking at you as he did.

He stood in front of you, his trousers still open from the make-out session outside, and you maintained eye contact as you pushed them and his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock from its restraints. Cody's tongue poked out of between his teeth as he smirked, his eyes dark as he flicked his thumb across your bottom lip before he lined his cock up against your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out just enough for it to brush the tip, the simple action making Cody buck his hips. You opened your mouth wider, taking as much of Cody's cock as you could. His hand bundled your hair into a ponytail and as you closed your mouth around him, a groan left his lips as he pulled on your hair, throwing his head back. You dragged your tongue up the underside of his cock, the sensation making it twitch in your mouth. You flicked the tip before curling your tongue around it,and you grasped the base of him, taking a moment to look up at him while you pleasured him.

Cody's eyes were glazed over, profanities spilling from him while he guided your head and fucked your mouth. You loved the noises he made, loved the look on his face whenever you were together. He was usually so calm and collected, so to be the one who made him lose control, to fall apart because of you, it made you feel incredibly powerful and confident; something you didn't have much experience with until you met Cody.

He found himself in a rhythm— one that you wanted to disrupt and so you rolled his balls in your hands, massaging them gently as you took the rest of his cock, choking slightly as the tip hit the back of your throat. The noise Cody made was sinful, and you weren't sure you could be any more turned on until you looked up at him through teary eyes. The sweat was beading around his hairline, his teeth almost biting through his lip as he grunted and thrust into your face.

You wrapped your tongue around his cock and he forcefully pushed your head into him before he couldn't take anymore. He tugged you off by your hair, a Pop! echoing out around the bus. You watched him lean towards you and you crawled up the bed slightly, until Cody was leering over you, his eyes full of lust. He wiped your wet cheeks with his thumbs and kissed you; so much passion in the soft and tender embrace. The longer the kiss went on, the more fierce it became, and your back hit the soft sheets, bringing Cody down with you. His mouth followed a path, planting little butterfly kisses down your jawline, your neck, down to your cleavage  — where he latched onto your breast, sucking and biting as your hands ran down his shoulders, fingertips scratching his back. His mouth then continued its journey down your sternum to your stomach while his hand caressed your breast and rolled your nipple with his fingers. 

Cody hooked his thumbs under your underwear line and ripped them clean from your body. He threw them over his shoulder and held your hips down with one arm, his other hand snaking back up to your throat. He flattened his tongue against your slit and slowly dragged it up your cunt, beginning his feast.

Your hands grabbed the back of his head, and you attempted to buck your hips, but his arm wouldn't let you. "Ohhhh, Cody," you whimpered through little gasps, "feels so fucking good!"

You felt him smile against your thigh as he kissed along the insides before burying his face back into you. "You're such a good girl." He said. "You're my good girl." He said, before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips bucked again, and his grip on your throat tightened as did the grip on your hips. Cody was great at everything he did, he had that Midas touch, but he was incredible at making you feel amazing.

You squeaked as he pushed his tongue into your entrance, releasing your throat so he could caress your clit with his thumb as he fucked you with his tongue. You writhed underneath him as much as he'd allow, pushing his head deeper into your cunt, gripping your thighs against his head, unintelligible sounds leaving your throat as your toes curled.

"Co-Cody, please! I'm gonna cum!" You gasped. He chuckled, picking up the pace and your moans got louder. You were certain that everyone in the hotel would be able to hear you, and that the bus would no longer be hidden from everyone— but you didn't care one bit.

You came undone in seconds, and Cody released your hips from his grasp so you could ride his face, his name spilling out of your mouth. His kept working as you rode the wave of your orgasm and when he came up for air, you giggled breathlessly.

Cody climbed up your body like a lion hunting its prey. He needed to be inside you, to feel your walls clench tight around him as he fucked you hard. He rubbed his cock against your slit, sliding it between your lips, without penetrating. You wrapped your legs around him, attempting to pull him closer to you, trying to force him to give you what you craved. He laughed, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth and rubbed your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Cody, please -" You whined, your heels digging into his ass cheeks.

"Use your words, baby."

"Cody- I want your-" His tip teased your cunt again and you groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Cody, please fu-fuck m- ohhh ffuck!"

He slammed into you, guttural groans passing through his lips at the euphoric sensation. He would never tire of any of this— of being inside you, making you scream his name and lose control at the slightest touch. He loved feeling your body underneath him or on top of him. Even the smallest of gestures; the slightest touch of your pinky fingers secretly interlocking around people and his favourite— when you placed your palm on his cheek before a match, a little good luck ritual you'd implemented long ago. He would never get enough of the sparks that coursed through his veins when you touched.

His pace quickened when your walls clenched around him. Your moans echoed around the room, in harmony once again, and as another orgasm reached its peak, your arms reached around Cody's neck and pulled toward you, pressing your lips together. The kiss was messy and toothy, and he interlaced your fingers together, sending his free hand between your bodies, his finger circling your clit. You quickly became unglued and your head thrashed against the bed, screaming Cody's name, just the way he liked; as Cody reached his own orgasm, his mouth found your neck, biting down hard before he lapped at the skin with his tongue.

He dropped his body onto you, and you wrapped your arms around his back, enjoying the weight of him on top of you. He nuzzled his head into your neck, pulling the sheets over the both of you, and you closed your eyes, feeling content. With his chest on yours, your heartbeats combined, like your two hearts were one. There were so many reasons for you to go public with your relationship, to let people in on your secret. You wanted to scream from the rooftops about how lucky you were to be the one Cody Rhodes wanted to be with. But you also wanted to stay in your bubble, in your own world where it was just the two of you, nobody else mattered, or even existed.

Cody lifted his head off your chest and leaned onto his elbow, tilting his head as he grinned at you. "You okay?" He asked and you turned to face him, reaching your hand up and placing your palm on his cheek, smiling at the beautiful man with the hearts in his eyes that were for you, and only you.

"I'm starving." You whispered, grinning at him. He rolled onto his back, reaching for a phone that was on the bedside cabinet. He settled back onto the bed, and you found your usual space on his chest. "What do you fancy?"

"Apart from you?" You asked, tracing circles around his chest. Cody laughed loudly, and you grinned wider. "Chinese."

"Whatever you want, you shall receive." Cody replied, making you blush. "Yeah?" You asked, and he nodded, planting his lips on your forehead softly.

"Of course. Always."

[just-zy]

So close yet so far

pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader!

summary: More than friends, less than lovers.

A/N: lemme tell you, what a wayy to start this freaking imagine..Also this is an au wherein Jenna and Reader are in hs..

Warnings!: Shi angsty, kissy kiss kiss 😋 Jenna's a player here.. 😞

Masterlist

You didn't know if you'd won the lottery, considering you had a pretty girls tongue down your fucking throat, her hands roaming your skin, raw. Her soft grunts, and light tugging on the hem of your shirt while her right arm laid perfectly limp on your right shoulder, making your knees buckle, her touch alone could send you to heaven's gates and make you see galaxies.

I felt my throat let out an unapologetic whine, indicating that I needed to pull away for air. Gosh, I didn't want this to end. I was intoxicated by the girl in front of me.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" The girl above me pants for air, asking with smugness lasing on her voice, clearly she didn't care about having a breather.

"W- we have class in a few minutes, Jenna." I say with a firm look in my eyes, but she wasn't having it.

"You're saying that like you weren't the one who initiated this, baby.." She batted her eyelashes, looking right down at me. "So, be a good girl and relax..We still have a few minutes." She says right before jumping right back into action, her soft plump lips gazing on mine like a lost puzzle piece.

She's gonna be the death of me.

...

"Hey gurrl– oh, what happened to your lips? It's bleeding!"

Yep, she started nipping at my lips when she felt me resisting her kisses.

"I— uhm, well I.. Fuck that, can we please not talk about this right now?" Dismissing her. I hear her lightheartedly scoff, she knew I wasn't being mean. Zoe and I had been friends for about a decade, so it wasn't a problem for her and for me when we give each other attitude.

"Alright dude chill, someone clearly pissed in your coffee today." She teasingly taunts me whilst she held her pen between her index and middle finger, acting like she was poking me with the object. She had her eyebrows raised, indicating that she knew what had happened with my wounded lip.

Of course she knew about me and Jenna's situation, it was never a secret to my Best Friend.

"You know, you might end up regretting agreeing to Jenna about being friends with benefits.."

I regret staring directly at her ever since I saw her walking down that flight of stairs, gosh who would've thought love at first sight existed?

"Nevermind that— oh shit-" Zoe stares right behind me, her mouth agaped and wide-eyed. "Fuck– don't look!"

I skeptically chuckled as she began taking my hand with hers, implying we had to leave immediately. Obviously I wasn't backing down as I was curious on what had gotten her into such a state. "Don't look, stupid!"

Welp, I wish I hadn't, God forbid I don't die now.

There she was, in her black leather jacket, someone else's fingers tangled in her hair, her lips grazing someone else's. Her burgundy lipstick, staining their hungry lips.

Fuck.

"Okay! Let's go! Let's move it."

"Y- yeah.."

I was so close, yet so far.

★

"Hey there, pretty girl."

"Hi, Jenna."

I shrugged as I was sat under the biggest tree in the campus. Its shade hiding me from the sunlight. It's been what, at least two days since me and Jenna's intimate act were established. Missing her was an understatement, but having to go back to her knowing she had someone else's tongue down her throat? That'll just feel so wrong for me, considering I couldn't get the image out of my head.

"So, you haven't been calling, what's up with that?" I see her lightly tilt her head to her right. I took a deep breath and glanced up at her, not really in the mood for her intimate acts. "Homework, Jenna. At least make sure you aren't failing your classes."

She scoffs, "What's with the attitude? Why so feisty. Was it because I had you running late for class?"

I averted my attention away from her, my heart doing flips. Uncomfortable. Flips.

"I– No, it's not that-"

"Then what? Talk to me– wait, did you..?" I felt the atmosphere change dramatically, I see Jenna moving her lips, she can't seem to get her words out. "Look, it's not really a surprise that I fell for you–"

"You said– you.. You weren't going to fall for me- Y/N you know I'm not the type to—"

"Yes! Gosh, Jenna. I know! Do you think I chose this? Do you think I chose to fall for a player?!" I stood up, having all my attention on Jenna, alone. "Then why the fuck did you agree to this anyway when you knew the outcome?!" Every word that got out of her mouth, every stab of her index finger on my chest, every impact it did on my clothed skin, felt like a knife stabbing right through my already broken heart.

"Well— Fuck! I don't know! I wanted to be closer to you, that was the only way to get your attention." I heaved and coughed as tears threatened to fall. I grew limp, I stood on my ground, not moving.

I am fucked.

I was on autopilot, I took all my shit and hastily went back inside school. Timing wasn't on my side, I still have a few classes.

Time never favoured me, anyway.

★

A/N: what do you guys think? This has been on my drafts for sooo longgg and I wanted to finish it, I can smell it rotting.. Kinda dislike this.

[blacknight7890]

welp, essay time, lets talk about the clown in the room.

the amazing digital circus spoilers below!

so, Kaufmo's room.

The room of a mad man and a recently "abstracted" human. we don't know much about Kaufmo, other than he told unfunny jokes and was looking for a way out. He lost his mind at some point and got "abstracted" as the result.

What this means and how it happens is hard to say for sure as of now, but madness seems to be the main cause of it. Before he turned however, he has spread his madness to the rest of his room, so lets look at what we have here.

Most of it is simply the word "exit" over and over and over and over again with some disturbing art as well.

"EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT EXIT"

However, there are some exceptions. Certain spots have partially readable writing on them. To start with, the head of his bed.

"CAN'T SLEEP"

Its partially obscured, but its location behind the pillow make it obvious what it says. They say that they don't need to sleep, but this implies that he wanted to sleep, but couldn't. If that is due to just his madness, or something else its hard to say. Hard to know what that means as of now, but its something to note.

Now the sketch on the back wall. The phrase is fairly self explanatory, as far as we know, there is no way out of the circus. Not much to say about that, but the drawing is interesting. A fanged Cain chasing after Kaufmo. Seems he has a fear of the ringmaster, understandable at first, but further thinking makes you ask some questions.

"NO WAY OUT"

We see at the end of the episode that Cain actually tried to make an exit for them, but never finished his simulated version of the outside. When we first see him dancing around the idea of an exit door, we assume malicious intent. However, its more likely he was referring to this exit, rather than an actual way to leave.

This place is clearly a fabrication of the world outside The Amazing Digital Circus, one half built by Cain. He said he made it because everyone kept asking about it, but never finished it and didn't want them seeing his unfinished work. He also didn't want them ending up in the void, a slightly more important reason to keep it locked up.

But regardless, he did try to actually appease them, give the trapped humans the closest approximation to freedom he could. Its clear that Cain is not in full total control of the circus, its possible that even he doesn't know how to leave.

Anyway, back to my point. Cain is weird, strange, and insane, but he's not really "evil", so Kaufmo's depiction of him doesn't make total sense. But then again, the eyes of madness are hardly a reliable source. We will need to see more of him to learn his true intentions, but for now he just seems unhinged rather than actually bad.

Back to the room though, there is one more thing I want to go over, the foot of his bed.

"WHAT DID THE E------ SAY TO THE C--------"

this one is hard to determine, but thankfully for us, this isn't the only place we see this sentence. We also see it scrawled onto one of the paintings in the wide shot.

"WHAT DID THE EXIT SAY TO THE CLOWN?"

Now at first this seems nonsensical, but remember who wrote this. Kaufmo liked to tell jokes, this is the only real thing we know about him. In that light this is clearly worded as the setup to a joke. This begs the question on what the punchline is, but it also implies that the supposed "exit" somehow communicated with him. Probably not but its something to note.

We have no idea what the punchline could be at this moment sadly. It could be that him abstracting could metaphorically be the "punchline", or the lack of a response from the exit might also be it, hard to say.

"NO EXIT"

This is all what I can really determine from what we have seen in this room, other than interpretations of his various framed paintings, but I'll leave that to an art major or something.

Of course we have to ask if the "Exit" that he refers to even is the same exit Pomni found. They might have found something else, or maybe that exit door is a lot more important than we know. Maybe that weird computer is important.

Pomni seemed familiar enough with it that the mere sight of it sent her laughing mad. That vr headset looking thing is probably what she put on to get there.

All of this is just observations and speculation on the future, and I can't wait for the next episode!

[keeneschoices]

I'm gonna miss one of my classes because I stayed up late to watch the finale of Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies and couldn't sleep afterwards... WELP, ANYWAY.

what a fucking good episode.

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 10 AHEAD!

I've seen people saying they didn't like it that much because it was more relosution of past problems than anything else, but I did love it. The race didn't get to me nearly as much as I thought it would because after being presented with Cynthia and Lydia's situation, and the whole Olivia marrying that predator, I honestly had more things to worry about than any of that, but it was sort of fun.

Anyway, the whole song in the beginning of the girls telling Olivia not to marry that creep ("he's literally just a guy, hit him with your car" vibes) was just amazing. Everyone's vocals were great but holy fucking shit, ARI?? ARE YOU FOR REAL? THE TALENT.

We got a little more of backstory for Lydia and got some sort of hint regarding Cynthia's mom (my theory is she left them when Cynthia was young and sometimes she calls If she's in need of something). I'm loving to get to know these characters better, honestly.

The whole coming out scene between Nancy and Cynthia broke me. Like, literally had me crying and pausing the episode because I couldn't see anything behind the tears! I'm so goddamn glad Nancy talked to Cynthia and accepted them as they are (not that I ever thought she wouldn't), and seeing Cynthia cry, no, sob like that in Nancy's lap was so heartbreaking because their friend accepted them but it's still the fucking 50s and it's scary as hell.

AND THE MIRROR HOUSE SCENE?? WITH CYNTHIA SEARCHING THROUGH FOR LYDIA AND BEING VERY CLOSE BUT THEN AGAIN VERY FAR, UNTIL THEY CONNECTED AT THE END AND FINALLY GET THE RESOLUTION WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! MY HEART MELTED. THEY'RE ALL IN, LYDIA!

God, I just love love love the mirror house song and scene, it was so well done (I SCREAMED OKAY?? THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING). And Nancy not only preparing Cynthia to go in but encouraging her and even entering the house to make sure Lydia knew Cynthia was serious about their feelings? AMAZING. NANCYCYNTHIA BESTIES, YES.

I also sort of liked that Hazel is now a Pink Lady and sort of didn'? like, I love the message and I totally think If anyone else deserves a chance to be a Pink Lady, it's her... but like, the other four are so connected already because of everything that's happened between them. I'm not saying Hazel couldn't fit into that, but with a bond like theirs it's normal that she'll probably feel left out at least a little bit and that's not what I want.

OHH, AND THE LITTLE NODS TO GREASE AND GREASE 2 WERE SO GOOD. Potato's "speech" to keep things intereseting with Nancy mirroring Sandy's to Danny from the first movie made me cackle and I just looooveeee that they included the Pink Ladies' Pledge, not only the pledge in on itself but also that little part of the song from Grease 2. I loved it!!

The only thing that really bothered me from the episode was the cliffhanger in the end. Because I was expecting like, a cliffhanger and we got, well, name dropped. Which is not bad I guess, I just don't give a shit about whoever this Zuko is and what his relation to Danny is so I'm sort of hanging here for season 2 because If this is the main plot, I'm gonna be tuning in mostly for my favorite characters. Not saying the plot won't be good (because these writers are fenomenal), but it's not as interesting as of now for me personally.

WELL ANYWAY, I'M GONNA GO TO SLEEP NOW BUT I STILL WANT A SEASON 2, YOU HEAR ME PARAMOUNT?? LET'S GO.

[momoyukirin]

Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Preference survey

Momo: Maneko-chan, is it okay if I drop by Takanashi Agency today?

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work! Of course it is, is this about the dumbbell matter?

Momo: Yep that's right! (*´∀`)b I ordered two sets online by accident and Mitsuki agreed to take one off my hands!

Tsumugi: Thank you for going to all that trouble! Mitsuki-san has a shoot and won't be here today, so I'd like to ask if it's okay for someone else to receive them in his stead.

Tsumugi: I'm sure you're busy, so please let me take them if you don't mind...!

Momo: It's just an excuse to be on the move, so don't worry about it! I also want to see Kinako-chan since it's been a while☆

Momo: They were a big nuisance even if I kept them in my room, so Mitsuki did me a big favor~!

Tsumugi: He was excited to give his all in his home workouts, after he receives the dumbbells!

Momo: Since Mitsuki is already really strong, he'll get an even bigger power-up!

Tsumugi: It appears he wants to build even more muscle than he has now!

Momo: I'll do my best too, in order not to lose(っ`・ω・´)っ)))

Momo: Welp, it's evening already, but I'll drop by later, okay!

Tsumugi: We'll be expecting you!

Tsumugi: I may be away for a while to attend a meeting, so in that case is it okay if Banri-san is the one to welcome you?

Momo: Ehh!?!?!?!?!? Ban-san will be there today!?

Tsumugi: Yes! I informed him that you'll be visiting this evening!

Option 1:

Tsumugi: He said he looks forward to seeing you!

Momo: Eeh!? Can you let him know I'm looking forward to it too!? We had really bad timing when we met during MEZZO"-kun's recording last week, so I didn't even get to greet him (｡>д<。)

Option 2:

Tsumugi: He said he really wants to talk to you, after all this time!

Momo: Wait a sec, I'm getting nervous all of a sudden!! I'm very happy I get to catch up with Ban-san too! I'll be there asap, okay!? -==Σ((つ°∀° )つ

Option 3:

Tsumugi: Is Yuki-san going to be coming as well?

Momo: Not really, Yuki has another shoot to do, so I'll be by myself! I really hope he can come with me next time there's a chance to meet Ban-san though.

Momo: Wah~~~~ I'm kinda excited now!

Momo: Maneko-chan, thanks for telling me beforehand. If I'd come over there without knowing, my heart might not have been prepared! ><

Momo: By the way, can I ask you something?

Tsumugi: What is it!

Momo: Do you like Lemon cheese tarts*?

Tsumugi: I love them!

Momo: (*^_°) b

Tsumugi: Um, why do you ask?

Momo: It's kinda like a survey of Maneko-chan's preferences! (*>∀・*)/

Momo: It seems that a popular Lemon cheese tart shop opened recently, so I was wondering if you knew about it!

Tsumugi: Are you perhaps talking about the shop that recently opened near the TV station!?

Momo: Yeah yeah, that one! The staff told me it's delicious and that there's also pistachios in it!

Momo: Have you tried it yet?

Tsumugi: Not yet, unfortunately... Banri-san and I went there during our break the other day, but it was sold out so I couldn't get it.. ><

Momo: Thought so, it's really popular after all (ノ_・。) I heard people were lining up for over two hours on opening day.

Tsumugi: That's right..! I heard it's relatively empty on weekday mornings, but I can't really go then...

Momo: Some good news for you, Maneko-chan! (oノ∇ `)ノ:* • ° ° • *

Momo: They'll be accepting reservations, starting next week!

Tsumugi: Is that so!?

Momo: Apparently, if you make a reservation online you can skip the line!

Tsumugi: Wow! I'll be sure to check it out! Momo-san you're really well-informed!

Momo: Eeh, you think so? I just happened to catch something about it in the wind that's all (・´3`・)

Momo: By the way, how many people are in the office todaay?~*

Tsumugi: Huh?

Tsumugi: Including myself and Banri-san, there should be 5 people...

Momo: Understood! (・∀・)ゞ

Momo: I'll go buy some souvenirs so look forward to it✩

Tsumugi: Could this be..!

Momo: Fufufu, you'll have to wait and see ･･･(¯ー+¯)

Tsumugi:

1)Also known as Hokkaido cheese tarts apparently, this is what they look like

2) In this bit, Momo uses -nya instead of -na, like he usually does, though it wasn't possible to integrate it in the sentence itself without making it sound cringey (the original isn't, by the way) so just imagine him saying it with his >:3 mischievous cat voice lol

[justatalkingface]

WTF happened?!?

Alright, so for context? I took a break at... *checks bookmark* 395. And looking at that chapter really quick, I'm reminded why I stopped reading for all this time!.That's ten chapters behind, for the record, and from what I can tell from my occasional glances at the critical tag? Those ten chapters were... something.

Welp. I read them. And then experienced instant regret.

Let's start with the first big thing: Armor Might. Somehow, looking at Armored Might, my first thought isn't WTF, because I've seen the spoilers, but the way that mask frames his smile reminds me of Redestro? Like, what the hell, he actually looks villainous like this. Still, though, the way powers are supposed to be the students isn't just cringe beyond belief it's... actually really dumb?

Like, step back from the ham handed metaphor for a minute, and look at this as a set of powers that someone decided to put in one suit. Ignoring how they stuffed so much shit into a suit, which even for MHA tech breaks my SOD, much less how this is surviving hits that causally blast through buildings, but it's just... inefficient? Let's ignore such choices as 'talking to animals' and 'powered by sugar', which are clearly relics of a different manga and don't make sense to use at all, but just these powers as a package. Does it make sense to put something like, 'make acid' with super strength'? Or 'sound waves'? Etc, etc? Wouldn't you want things that synergize together, so the suit is... I don't know, sturdier, or more effective, rather than having to build in a bunch of random devices just to do a reference? That explains why half of them aren't even same powers, it's just pointlessly pasting the names on things built to counter literally this situation, a reverting AFO, even though they had no possible way to know it would happen. Like a Uravity 'thruster'. Which has fuck all to do with canceling gravity.

Seriously. Cellophane and Blackwhip are literally the same damn thing, as in, literally they're the same tentacles. He's 'using' 'different powers' to retract them. And the sugar power is a... rocket kick? I. Can we just admit this doesn't actually have the entire class in it and move on?

Also, the fact that AFO is apparently super predictable and apparently has never adjusted his tactics once since beating Nana? Bitch please. He's been leading you by the nose since day one, and the only reason you ever beat him is because you out-powered him because you're bullshit and he's nerfed.

As a side note, AFO isn't controlling his reversion. He's not 'choosing' to rewind faster to heal himself, it's just happening, and Eri's Quirk just doesn't give a shit about anything, the acid would just be gone. Eri's Quirk has literally never given a shit about anything, ever, including but not limited to it's target, the person using, or the laws of nature because it's not a healing Quirk, its reversing fucking time.

Honestly, reading this, I'm not even angry about how bad the writing is anymore, I'm just cringing. Both All Might and All For One sound like complete morons, the fight is stupid, it's just.... this is just pathetic and it hurts to read.

I. Is AFO the shining baby. I pretty sure a bunch of people made jokes about the baby coming up but. Is AFO the shining baby?

Why is Stain even here? Why is the suit talking?! Like, they didn't even do anything, it didn't even buy any time, it just dragged out the chapter so we could another cliffhanger!

...Finally. Finally, Momo gets a fucking gun. I guess at this point Hori thought it couldn't harm anything to let her actually be competent, and it looks like a copy of Bakugou's new gear because of course it is, but I don't care just let me have this.

What the fuck is even the point of AFO's mouth ripping open? Like, what is the in-setting reason his cheeks tore apart?

Bakugou: fucking dies.

Bakugou: gets his heart patched together with jeans and a prayer soap bubble.

Bakugou: is instantly jumping into high intensity combat.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Are we really bring back the 'wishing energy' bullshit? Are we bringing back wishing energy and Bakugou is using it?

And now we have Nighteye. Nighteye.

...

You know what? I'm angry again.

Holy fuck. I read the posts, but I didn't believe they were real. Bakugou restarted his own heart. Like. What even is his Quirk, at this point. Like, what is it actually supposed to be, Favoritism Sweat?

All Might, solemnly: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Me, vomiting:

God, I pity whoever eventually has to voice act that and say that line at all seriously.

And, to the surprise of absolutely no one except the people who actually thought Bakugou died and were angry about it, Bakugou gets his heart impaled and came out the other end with a power up.

Let me sum up my thoughts on that with one simple sentence: The Lion, The Witch, and The Plot Armor of This Bitch.

Here's my impression ten chapters later, after a month or two without reading: I... I did not miss this story.

[imaloregremlin]

I Found A Shrub, What Now?

(Chapter 1)

by imaloregremlin

so remember the fanfic I said I’d post here?

———

Shelby tromped through the Evermoor, rubber boots squelching in the muddy soil. The Fog swirled around her, covering the witch in a misty veil.

She normally just patrolled the borders of the swamp, searching for lost travelers who'd stumbled in by mistake. She never expected to find the gnome.

Cowering in the shadow of a mangrove, lay a small, bruised body, shivering in the damp mist. The shivering was the only way Shelby could tell the thing was alive. The body was surrounded by wolves, most of whom were curled up protectively around it. Small pointy ears assured that yes, this...creature...was, in fact, a gnome. The kind that had thought to have been wiped out over a thousand years ago. The kind that were the original inhabitants of the withered mushroom village Shelby had found weeks ago. (Before the rift, and the wanted posters, and the skulk.) The kind that left the note for that "Shrub" person. Or possibly a sentient bush. She really wasn't sure.

In times of doubt, Shelby did what she usually did. Twirling her wand in the air semi-dramatically, she cast one of the only spells she had mastered in her time at the Academy. Messaging. A glittering swath of magical paper appeared in front of her, along with a spectral quill.

kathrine get over here now it’s urgent i found something

The words appeared on the parchment, which rolled up and zoomed off to find her monster-hunting girlfriend.

Shelby glanced down at the crumpled figure who still hadn't woken up.

They seemed to twitch and stir a bit at her presence. Their face, mostly covered by a blue and silver mask, bore many cuts and bruises-really the gnome looked like she'd been through a war. (Were the gnomes fighting a war? Would the Academy want to hear about this? She didn't know if she should even tell them--they were under new management now, but Shelby wasn't completely certain she could trust them yet.)

Well, Shelby certainly couldn't leave the poor thing here.

Squinting, she assessed the figure's condition-were they fit to travel?

Without a broomstick or elytra, it was a half-day's walk from here to the nearest empire with suitable medical care and Shelby doubted the body could use one in its current state. (Shelby's makeshift hut and potion shop didn't count-she wasn't sure about gnome physiology and what effects a healing potion would have on their body, especially if she was the one to make it.)

"So, Tortoise, what should we do?"

The toad, regrettably, (and also predictably,) had no response.

She really had to work on some spell that would allow him to talk to her.

Welp.

Shelly picked up the body and wrapped it in an extra sweater from her pack. The wolves surrounding it growled and whimpered.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, I'm just trying to help your friend...isn't that what we all want?"

The pack snarled and yipped a bit more, but backed off eventually.

Shelby started walking, adjusting the gnome in her arms every so often.

The wolves followed protectively around them.

Shelby glanced at the darkening sky, and quickened her pace. It was going to be night soon-she didn't want to stick around to tempt whatever else the Evermore might hide. The place was definitely haunted. Fireflies darted out from their hollows in the trees, swirling and mingled with the fog like will-o-the-wisps. A mysterious shushing noise sounded in the distance.

Shelby didn't want to stick around to find out what it was.

Even though it sounded hauntingly like footsteps.

Okay, time to go home.

When Shelly reached her cottage in the swamp, it was late. Stars had started to appear in the night sky, one of the first clear nights Shelby had seen from the Evermoore.

Kathrine stood in front of her door, one hand on her axe, fidgeting with the smooth ebony handle.

"What happened, Shubble? Are you okay? -who in the empires is that?"

"I dunno, I just kinda found her to be honest."

Shelby set the girl(?) down on the driest patch of earth she could find, and told Kathrine what had happened.

"I think she's a gnome."

"A… what..?"

“Think back to history. The dead ones? The ones wiped out by corruption a thousand years ago?"

"Yeah...

"Well, apparently not completely."

"Obviously. She's right there."

I know."

"What the fuck do we do with her?"

[dyaz-stories]

Welp, since you gave the go sign, when and how did you start shipping Kagome and Gojo? And what inspired you to make your story?

Loool I'm glad to answer that, it's a very funny story to me actually.

Because when I started shipping them, I wasn't even in the JJK fandom. Like I hadn't read the manga and I hadn't seen the anime. I had one friend who was involved in the fandom and who'd talk to me about it, and I think I'd started seeing edits on TikTok. So I knew about Gojo's Vibe™ and I had a pretty clear, if not really defined, idea for the kind of person he was.

And yeah I was just lying in bed scrolling when I started to think about how Kagome is kinda THE character for crossovers and suddenly I had to get up and start pacing because I had the Vision of Kagome/Gojo and I was like oh wow oh wow oh wow. So as you do I looked them up on Tumblr and Ao3 and was delighted to find some stuff, and decided This Is My Ship Now.

(this is one of my favorite posts for the ship it's absolutely excellent)

So it was love at first sight for me, basically. I think there was something about the idea that Kagome could get through all of Gojo's barriers, literally and figuratively, that really spoke to me. Also, the fact that they're so similar in their roles and yet so different? Chef's kiss. Match made in heaven.

As for what inspired me for the alchemy, it's kinda convoluted. It wasn't the fic I'd planned on writing, and I actually had ideas for two other fics, one of which I'd started working on. I can talk about it in more detail elsewhere if you're interested or want a quick rundown, but the problem I ran into was that they required heavy plotting, and I was in the middle of a time-consuming internship without having read JJK at that point, so I couldn't devote my time and energy to that.

I still wanted to write though, so a low-effort, low-plot fic would have been fine. I came up with the idea for the alchemy in a roundabout way though. Shibuya is the focal point of the manga for me, so it came up a lot when I was thinking about fics.

But when I came up with the starting point for the alchemy, I was thinking about writing a Nanami/Kagome one-shot. Basically they're together without knowing of each other's powers, until Shibuya happens and Kagome, worried for her boyfriend, ventures in. Obviously, she saves him (either from Mahito or by busting everyone out of Dagon's domain expansion).

The problem was that after that, she'd, again, obviously, go on to unseal Gojo. And then we ran into an issue, which was that I realized that the moment she met Gojo, it'd be over for her and Nanami.

Now that is just in my mind and everyone is free to feel and write about them however they want lol. But for me, I realized that the instant, mutual fascination between Gojo and Kagome would be so strong and so intense that they would just gravitate towards each other. Kagome wouldn't necessarily realize what was happening right away, but Nanami would. It would just have been sad, and not what I wanted to write.

(I could come up with another Nanami/Kagome story where that wouldn't be an issue mayyyybe but in those circumstances, there just wasn't a way out for them I'm afraid)

(actually it is angst I could get behind, but at that point I didn't want to write it) (no actual cheating involved, but Kagome would fall in love with Gojo while still with Nanami, and he wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it from happening despite knowing it's happening and seeing it unfold) (he'd think he should leave her but wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it and eventually she'd be the one to go) (I think Gojo would never make the first move in those circumstances)

Buuuut the idea of Kagome coming in the Jujutsu world via Shibuya did stick with me. It started out as just a one-shot, ending where chapter one ends basically, and then I got attached, which I should have seen coming tbh, and now here we are lol.

[isatswap]

(full game isat spoilers. its act 3 but with au stuff i might use knowledge from the later acts so you know)

Search Quest

TTOS version of Fetch Quest from ISAT

(Bonnie is here, looking at what the shop has to offer.)

Loop: "Bonnie."

Bonnie: Oh, hi, Loop. Bonnie: Glad to see you are rested. Don't want you snoozing on the big day, hehe. Bonnie: Anyway, how can I help you?

Loop: (...)

"Clocktower, sleepover"

"We are fighting the Scary Lady tomorrow..."

"Anything weird happening lately?"

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Nah, nothing."

Bonnie: Do I need help...? Bonnie: ....

(Bonnie looks away, thinking about it, and then suddenly looks like they remembered something.)

Bonnie: Oh, yeah, I do. Bonnie: I need a book. Not a particularly specific book, though.

Loop: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Bonnie: It has to be a cooking book and has to be super old. As old as you can find. Bonnie: Preferably a big one, too. But it being old is more important. Bonnie: You got all that?

Loop:

"Got it, boss!"

"Oh, I think the boulangerie has a book like that."

Bonnie: .....

(Bonnie does a facepalm.)

(Their expression is almost painful.)

Bonnie: ....of course they do ugh.... Bonnie: ..... Bonnie: Loop, will you come with me? To ask them if I can borrow it? Bonnie: Might take some time though. I can wait for you to finish your stuff first.

Loop:

"I can do it right now!"

"Yeah, I have some things to do..."

Bonnie: Thank you! Bonnie: Let's go, then.

(You and Bonnie are now hanging out!)

(You should head to the boulangerie....)

<Heading to the boulangerie...>

Big Boulanger: Hey there.

Bonnie: Hi! We've heard you've had a very old cooking book!

Big Boulanger: Cooking book, you say....

Bonnie: Yeah! I would like to borrow it for a little bit, if you dont mind.

Big Boulanger: ....Ah. I know which one you mean. It's the one I borrowed before the House froze. Big Boulanger: I was looking at some old croissant recipes in it....

(Oh come on.)

Loop: "Do you have it still?"

Big Boulanger: .... Big Boulanger: Do not.

Bonnie: Huh?...

Big Boulanger: Do you know Antoine, maybe? He lives at the east of town, in the house with no flowers, asked if he could borrow it. Big Boulanger: I couldn't deny it to a fellow cook, plus I already found what I was searching for, so....

Bonnie: Makes sense, I guess....

Loop: (Well, that sucks.) "Do you know if he has it now?"

Big Boulanger: I don't see why they wouldn't.

Bonnie: Welp, this is gonna take a bit longer then, I guess... Bonnie: House to the east of Dormont, with no flowers. Got it. We should head there, Loop.

<Heading there...>

Beautiful One: Oh...Hello!

Bonnie: Hi! You're Antoine, right?

Beautiful One: That sure is me. And you're two of the saviors, aren't you...? Beautiful One: Thank you for all you're doing. Best of luck for tomorrow.

Bonnie: Thanks! Um, we have a favor to ask... Bonnie: We've been told that you have an old cooking book. COuld we borrow it? For an hour, no more.

Beautiful One: ...Oh, I know which one you mean.... Beautiful One: ...

Bonnie: It's okay if you don't want to! We could--

Beautiful One: Oh, no, that's not the problem, I'd be happy to lend it to you. But, well... Beautiful One: I think one of the kids next door stole it from me?

(What.)

Bonnie: Huh?

Beautiful One: O-oh, I'm not saying they're bad kids!!! They're very nice kids!!! Very nice!!! Beautiful One: They just. Well. You know the three kids outside? Beautiful One: A few weeks ago, they passed by to help me cook some things, and, well... The book is gone, now.

Loop: (So...) "Sounds like we should talk to those kids."

Bonnie: Yeah.

Beautiful One: Good luck...?

(You exit the house.)

Bonnie: ....

Loop: "We'll get that book, Bonnie."

Bonnie: *sigh*. Bonnie: I know. Let's just go.

<Heading to the big rock...>

Bonnie: Hi kids!

(The middle kid with the small hat looks at you from their rock throne.)

Wizard-loving kid: Hi adults. Wizard-loving kid: What d'ya want?

Bonnie: ... Bonnie: Loop, how about you handle this?

Loop: (WHY YOU?!?) "Why me?"

Bonnie: You're closer to being a kid than I am. Also, a bit funny to see you try.

(Huh???)

Bonnie: Good luck!

Loop: (Okay...?)

"Do you know about cooking books?"

"Which one of you stole a cooking books?"

Wizard-loving kid: Yeah? Who doesn't???. Wizard-loving kid: Are you stupid?

Frog-loving kid: Manon, you can't ask adults if they're stupid...

Wizard-loving kid: Can't I? Look at them. Wizard-loving kid: They're short, and they hide their face, and their shoes are goofy, and their spiky hair DEFINITELY looks stupid and not cool.

Bonnie: Wow, even the shoes? Loop, how will you ever recover.

(You refuse to let such feeble provocations get to you.)

Loop: (What to say...) "Anyway, do you know about a veeeery old cooking book?"

Wizard-loving kid: Ah...

Frog-loving kid: Manon, I think he's asking about...

Wizard-loving kid: Shut up. I got this.

(The middle kid looks at you as disdainfully as they can.)

(Which is a lot.)

Wizard-loving kid: ... What if we do?

Loop: "We'd like to borrow it."

Wizard-loving kid: ...Trade.

Frog-loving kid: A trade, a trade!!!

Wizard-loving kid: We have something you do not. Knowledge. Offer us something in exchange.

Loop: (Um....)

"I have a silver coin."

"I have a flower."

"I have a pun."

Wizard-loving kid: ... Wizard-loving kid: TWO silver coins.

(You sadly show the single coin you have in your possession.)

Wizard-loving kid: What kind of adult only has one coin? Are you broke? DENIED.

Bonnie: ....How about barter? I could give you something.

Wizard-loving kid: Instead of actual money? I don't think so, adult.

Bonnie: Oh, not even....

(Bonnie removes something from under their hat.)

Bonnie: ...This?

(??????)

(It's a plate of various sweets.)

(Cantaloupe hard candy, cookies, palmiers....)

(How did they...?)

Wizard-loving kid: ....

(The kid is looking at the plate.)

(You feel like they will start drooling at some point. And you would not blame them. It smells heavenly.)

(Their eyes are a bit starry.)

Wizard-loving kid: I want that.

Bonnie: Hmmmmm? But haven't you said you wouldn't barter?

(The kid becomes slightly teary-eyed.)

Wizard-loving kid: Noooo, please, I will do anything!

(Bonnie lets out the biggest sigh.)

Bonnie: Okaaaaaaay, fiiiiiiiiine, but only if you give us the book first.

Wizard-loving kid: Yeah, of course!--

(The kid suddenly becomes a bit nervous and looks to the side.)

Wizard-loving kid: Um, okay, so, I--

Sky-loving kid: Manon doesn't have the book anymore.

Bonnie: ...huh?

Wizard-loving kid: Listen, Charline was being really annoying about wanting it so I gave it to her so she'd stop crying, okay!!!

Bonnie: And who would Charline be?

Wizard-loving kid: Um, Charline Chouquette? The boulanger's daughter.

Bonnie: ...

(Bonnie does another facepalm.)

(HA?)

(You can't help but laugh.)

Wizard-loving kid: Heh, look at the adult's face.

Bonnie: Loooooooop.

(You turn to Bonnie.)

Bonnie: We need to goooooo.

(You nod rapidly, and lead the way.)

(....Not before Bonnie actually gives the kids the plate though.)

(The children come closer to eachother to share it.)

Wizard-loving kid: Bye, adults! Let's play again soon!!!

<Going to the boulangerie. Again.>

Small Boulangère: Hi!

Bonnie: ....

(Bonnie sighs.)

Bonnie: Loop, can you do this one too? I'm a bit tired.

(You get closer to the counter and smile at the girl with your eyes.)

Loop: "Hi! We've heard you got a cool book!"

Small Boulangère: A book...? Small Boulangère: Oh! Oh, oh, oh, yes!!! From Manon!!! Small Boulangère: Manon is so nice!!! She gave me the book!!! The book with the recipes!!! Small Boulangère: Dad was reading it and now it's mine and I can read it myself!!! Small Boulangère: But it's boring. I want another book, Papa.

Big Boulanger: ...Wait, which book are you talking about, Charline?

Small Boulangère: This one!!!

(She shows you all a very old, very big book. The name seems to have been lost to time.)

Bonnie: ...

Big Boulanger: ... Big Boulanger: I'm so sorry.

Bonnie: ....no it's fine don't worry about it

(You got the OLD COOKING BOOK! Finally.)

(You both find a nice, silent place to talk...)

Bonnie: Okay. Defenitely took longer than it should have. Bonnie: But.... Finally...

(Bonnie has already opened a page, but isn't reading it, closing their eyes instead.)

Bonnie: ...

Loop: "So, uh, aren't you gonna use it for cooking or something?"

Bonnie: ...They said I could keep it until I have to leave Dormont, so I have time, but... Bonnie: ...

(They are still just holding it....)

(The cooking book you spent so much time trying to find.)

(It seems important to them, but why...?)

(...Wait.)

Loop: (Could it be...?) "Is this the birthday present you were looking for?"

(Bonnie reacts an entire two seconds later.)

Bonnie: Huh? Sorry?

Loop: "You were looking for a birthday present for your sister, right?"

Bonnie: Ah. Bonnie: I suppose I could tell you what is the deal with this book. Bonnie: ...Don't tell Mirabelle, okay?

Bonnie: I'll probably need to explain some backstory first. Bonnie: As you know, I have a sister, Nille. I talked about her quite a lot during our journey. Bonnie: But you might have noticed I never mention any other family I have. Why is that, you might think? Bonnie: ... Our parents... Weren't good to us, to say lightly. Bonnie: I could probably manage it on my own, but I wouldn't be able live with myself if I didn't try to help Nille. Bonnie: So... When I decided I was close enough to being an adult, I ran away from home with her. Bonnie: I don't regret this decision one bit. And I don't want to see them ever again. Bonnie: And that is why I only talk about my sister.

(Huh! You never knew.)

Bonnie: ... Bonnie: This was probably why we grew so close, cherishing and helping eachother despite all the challenges in our lives. There is a silver lining in every cloud, I suppose. Bonnie: And one thing that helped us bond even more was cooking, as you probably know already. Bonnie: When we were both younger we tried to cook various meals, as many different ones as we could find, just for fun. Bonnie: We would cook basically anything we could get the ingredients for. Bonnie: And one day.... We caught wind of a super rare recipe. Bonnie: We didn't know what it was for, or how to find it. It seemed to have been lost to time, actually. Bonnie: But it was told that this recipe was so amazing, that after taking the first glance at it you would think "Yes. This is the recipe." Bonnie: Obviously, we tried to search for it. In every library, in every dining place, all over Bambouche. Searched for it everywhere we could go back then. Bonnie: It wasn't even about the recipe, I think. The search was the thing that got us closer together. Bonnie: We weren't too bummed out to not find it anywhere where we lived. Bonnie: As years went on, this dream kinda.... Lost steam, I guess. We grew up, became too busy for active search, eventually stopped trying almost entirely. Bonnie: ....

(Bonnie looks away and frowns a bit, as if thinking about something.)

Bonnie: And then this whole thing happened. Bonnie: We were one of the first to be hit by the Curse. And Nille wasn't fast enough. Bonnie: While she was being turned into a lifeless statue, she made me promise that I would run as fast as I can. That I would survive. Bonnie: ....

(Bonnie struggles to continue speaking.)

Bonnie: ....Sorry. Bonnie: And you know me. I try to stay positive in every situation. Bonnie: So I thought that I could use this as an opportunity to continue the search. We had to pass a lot of towns, after all. Bonnie: I liked to imagine Nille's surprise if I returned from this journey with the thing that we have been seeking for years. Bonnie: ....It also helped me to distract myself. From thinking about....defeat. Bonnie: Like, if I find this book, I surely have to return safely. We surely will defeat the Scary Lady. Bonnie: .... Bonnie: And now I've found it! Well, you have, actually, I was just kinda there, heh.

Loop: "I couldn't deal with Manon without you."

Bonnie: Oh, right, yeah. Bonnie: But still, it's mostly due to you.

Loop: (!) "Please, it was nothing, teehee."

(You are just happy to help them.)

Loop: (But...) "Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you!"

Bonnie: ...I for some reason felt like I needed to be the one to find it. Probably was dumb thing to think. Bonnie: I only managed to ask you for help today because this is our last day before the house. Bonnie: Also, you two trying to guess was a bit funny. I don't think some utensils you suggested even exist.

(You chuckle a bit.)

(Yeah, it was pretty funny. You undestand why they wouldn't want Mira to know.)

Bonnie: Hah! Bonnie: Hah. Wow, I feel so much lighter now. Thank you again!

Loop: "For the book?"

Bonnie: Yeaaaah, but also for talking to me.

(Oh!)

Bonnie: Even just telling you about this helped a lot.

(The hood hides you blushing.)

Bonnie: Heh. Bonnie: .... Bonnie: ...You can go now. You probably have other stuff to do, I still need to copy the recipe for myself.

(You smile with your eyes, wave at Bonnie and head back into town.)

[lili863]

Merlin trials

Summary: While enjoying summer vacation, Ominis and Sebastian stumble over multiple merlin statues

*Sebastian and Ominis walk through the highland meadows*

Sebastian: So then I just started blasting which of cour- *pauses*

Ominis: *Pauses as well* What is it?

Sebastian: *Walks forward to and see a Merlin statue* Damn how many of these are there?

Ominis: What are you talking about Sebastian? *walks forward and touches the green leafy archway*

Sebastian: I've been seeing these Merlin statues all over the highlands. Even near the sea!

Ominis: *Feels the leafy statue before smiling* Only one person responsible for this.

Sebastian: Well, at least they look beautiful.

*Random Villager walks by before seeing the two boys observe the statues*

Villager: Ooh, hello there! I see you've stumbled over a Merlin trial.

Sebastian: Merlin TRIAL?

*Villager approaches them*

Villager: Yup. I am sure you kids seen them all over, but they dont just appear out of nowhere ya know.

Ominis: What do you mean by trial sir?

Villager: The reason we call them Merlin trial is because they only appear like this after a trial is completed. One can activate the trial with mallowseet leaves, but after you complete the trial, this archway appears.

Ominis and Sebastian:?!?!?

Ominis: You mean someone doesn't just conjure them there?

Villager: *chuckles* Son, these statues are more special than ya think. My cousin happened to find a weird platform made of rock right here, and he activated the trial but couldn't solve a damn thing. He just left it there after hours of trying and lo and behold after a month I see this statue appear. Someone must have solved it.

*Sebastian and Ominis look at each with knowing smiles*

Villager: Yer gotta be smart to solve these trials. I have been seeing them all throughout the valley. Bless whoever's been solving these trials makes people happy to see such beautiful structures, its livens a whole place dont ya think?

Sebastian: * Looks at the statue with a smile* Yes, I agree.

Ominis: Very much so.

Villager: Welp, best get going. Get home safe boys.

Ominis: Its just like MC to be venturing throughout the land solving Merlin trials *Shakes his head in amusment*

Sebastian: *Sighs* Shes too cool for us.

Ominis: *Chuckles in response* That she is.

Sebastian:*Grumbles* Honestly, why doesn't she take is to one of these Merlin trials. Always off on her own, fighting goblins and dark wizards. AND this is only her first year! Ugh, I hate her.

Ominis: *Leans against one of the Pillars and stares into the distance in admiration* Makes you think how she chose us out of everyone to be her firends.

Sebastian: *Crosses his arms* Excuse me?! Whats wrong with being my firend?!

Ominis: *Frowns* A lot of things Sebastian. Dont get me started.

Sebastian: *Scoffs in disbelief* Your mean Ominis. Your a very mean person.

Ominis: *Smirks before reaching out and shoving Sebastian back as means to show jest*

*Both of them stay silent and enjoy the gentle summer breeze as it whips past them*

Ominis: I miss her.

Sebastian: Me too...

[gothicprep]

so glad that AI video is here! sort of. kind of. you ever want to see a screensaver that looks like it was designed for windows 2000, where fish are flying through the air across village streets? sora can do that with one easy prompt! you ever wanna see a woman lying in bed, roll over, and watch her arm turn into the comforter? sora can do that too! it's amazing! do you ever want to see a POV of an ant's tunnel that looks like something worse than what you'd see on bbc's planet earth? sora can do that too!

i'm sure we've all seen these videos and many more at this point. the ai evangelists swear that this is a game-changing revolution in its ability to turn simple prompts into movie quality video. assuming that movie quality means a late-stage mcu movie, or madame web, or a direct to video dreamworks knockoff from the early 2000s. really? none of those things. it's not as good as any of those things. and yeah, yeah, i know, "it's going to improve", "this is the worst it's ever gonna look", "it's gonna get more realistic". but there are some who will tell you that this is the beginning of a brave new world. a whole new era! we've got a whole movement that's going to unlock creativity that's been untapped, trapped within people who have no actual talent but, um, some ideas i guess. there's a deep reservoir of those people who society has been wasting for all these years.

let's be real here. more likely, the AI is probably going to be used to much more boring ends than new great works of art when it's not being used for more nefarious ends. on the more boring side of things, you'll have people on the internet say "what if you had batman fight the straw hat pirates from one piece? that's something an ai could do!" fanfic kind of stuff. "what if goku fought superman? who would win? i'll bet ai can show us that!" another thing it can bring to life? sex tapes that you didn't make, but you're going to be starring in! get ready for the future where someone gets mad at you online, and five seconds later, you're in a bondage orgy! have fun at the bondage orgy! that's what ai promises :)

but that's not the worst of it, believe it or not. the real problem with ai is that it's going to give bad actors the ability to create international crises by ginning up phony videos. want to spark a riot in the urban center of a country you don't like? fake a video of a cop killing a kid. it'll go viral and the gas stations will be burning before the city can prove it didn't happen.

wife & i were watching the second season of tokyo vice last night while we were waiting for true detective: night country to come on, and in the premiere episode, there's a video of a sex worker being beaten to death while a gov't minister looks on. when presented with the video, he pulls the shaggy defense and just says "it wasn't me". the denial doesn't wash because the technology at the time couldn't have faked it, but in short order, we're going to be in a future where we won't be able to prove it was or wasn't him. "oh, it was ai". welp. no one will know.

the ability to circulate low-quality, unverified information has real downsides. and if anything, the decades during which i've grown up with the internet prompts me towards a lot more wariness of ai than unbridled enthusiasm. if the best case scenario for ai is what the internet did to the information environment already, we're all fucked. the speed with which things can spread and proliferate is frankly terrifying. the prompts people are using now are dumb, and the programming is not very good, but the ai evangelists are right when they say it's going to get better. and as it gets better, it's going to be more tempting to use it in ways which absolutely are negative for society. i'm sure there are cgi artists working at major studios who will be able to use these things in good ways, but i sit here and i hear people talk about "oh, the great wave of creativity is going to be unleashed by ai!" and i'm just like. what kind of future are you living in, where the technology always works out the way you want, and everyone is happy, and there are flying cars in the sky and rainbows?

[shina913]

On Tilt, Part 2 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 2

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamic; cussing; pining; unrequited love; vulnerable confessions

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

Word count: 3.3K words

A/N: You'll need to read Part 2.1 as I make some references to past conversations there. This chapter is pretty SFW. I don't go into the timeline specifics too much (in case I lose track and it bites me in the ass in future chapters 😂) but, let's just say Joon and OC have known each other for at least 5ish years. They've gone through this whole back-and-forth thing for a while so...it's shit-or-get-off-the-pot time!

“What about next week?"

“No, Namjoon.”

He grumbled on the other line. “How come? I can fit you in—“

“I don’t want you to fit me in.” You interject, not bothering to hide your exasperation.

“Well…how much time do you need?”

With a growl, you snapped into the phone. “As long as I want!”

“C’mon, you’re not being fair.” His tone was accusatory and a little whiny. It only agitated you further.

“Oh, and you are?”

That shut him up for a few seconds. Then, you hear a familiar creak in the background…it was the sound his chair made whenever he reclined it at the studio.

His voice softened. “Can I please just see you so that we can talk about this?”

“No,” you say decisively. “I need time to think and clear my head. In order to do that, I need a break from you, Namjoon.”

******

You told Lani about your much-needed Namjoon hiatus. You felt as if you were losing control again. You were back to setting expectations and getting disappointed and you couldn't help it.

“I thought you said you guys were back to…I don’t know…just having sex?”

You sighed deeply. “I just wanted to keep it simple. Now, he says things like, he wants to take me away for a weekend by the coast…alone.”

Lani snorted. “Welp…it’s not like that’s not happening anyway.”

“I know that,” you sighed again. “Is it bad I feel guilty for pushing him away?”

She smiled softly at you. “YN…you and Namjoon…I don’t think I can ever imagine a scenario where you guys don’t end up together.”

You scoffed and picked at your cuticles. “Jia would beg to differ,” you muttered.

Lani rolled her eyes at you. “Jia has her own opinions about Namjoon. She’s never seen how you guys started out. She’s never seen the friendship you had…and that bond.”

You and Jia met while you were interns at the same company. You and Namjoon had been sleeping around for a year at that point.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah…I remember she found it really strange that Namjoon and I would just meet up, sleep together, and then hang out like nothing happened.”

She laughed. “But that’s how you guys are. Jia has a whole concept of what a proper relationship should be…what normal dating looks like; true love and soulmates. I swear to god, those romance novels that she reads are getting to her head.”

You fell silent for a bit. Although, Jia made a fair point when it came to her thoughts about dating. She’s all about commitment, monogamy, having a clear set of rules…and love. There had to be love or a potential for it. Otherwise, it’s a waste of time.

“She cares, though.”

“Oh, I know,” Lani agreed. “We just want you to be happy, YN. She thinks you’d be happier without Namjoon since he’s so flaky.”

“And what do you think?”

Lani propped her elbow on the back of the couch and leaned her head against her hand. “In my opinion, I think that you and Namjoon want the same thing but you’re both scared to take a chance. But…what Jia and I think don’t really matter. At the end of that day, it’s what you want and your choice.”

She stares you down silently where you sat on the couch.

After a beat, you swallow the lump in your throat. “I love him, Lani…fuck.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you threw your head backwards, holding back tears. You’d been in denial for so long.

She scoots closer, pulling you into a tight hug. You rest your chin on her shoulder. “I know. I’ve known for a while,” she says softly. “Took you long enough to say it.”

When you pull away from her, your shoulders slump. “I don’t know what to do. I want him but…everything’s just so complicated.”

She then looked at you sternly. “If you want him, tell him that. And I sure as hell know that he wants you, too. I honestly don’t know why he’s being so cagey about it.”

Namjoon always played his cards close to his chest. One way or another, you’d get him to reveal his hand. It was time to sweeten the pot and hope that your gamble will pay off.

******

“Uhm–a-are you gonna get that?” Your client awkwardly asks.

Your eyes momentarily drift to your phone that keeps blinking from several incoming calls that you’ve been rejecting.

It was Namjoon. Again. He wasn’t deterred by the ‘do not disturb’ notification that had you blocking calls and texts from him.

He gave you space…it lasted…all but two days before he cracked.

“Nope,” you respond, picking up your phone and shoving it in your top drawer to avoid any more distractions. “Sorry about that. I should have done that in the beginning.”

He chuckled. “Looks like somebody needs to get a hold of you desperately…” Then they look around your office, which currently contained five different arrangements of gardenias, including a potted one. “Or…they messed up big time. Besides, isn’t it a little too cold for these to be in season?”

You responded with a tight smile, guessing that Namjoon found some obscure nursery that had temperature-controlled greenhouses. “Someone’s just very grateful for the book advance that they received from us,” you lied.

“Ah,” your client mouthed. “Would I be getting that same deal?” He asks hopefully.

Before you could answer, the office assistant, Emily, knocks at your door. You look up to find her with another vase of gardenias in her hands.

“Hey, YN. I’m so sorry to interrupt. These came in for you.”

You apologized again to your client for the interruption then walked over to your door to take the vase. You plucked the card out of the arrangement and flipped the top to read it. It only contained one word–’Please.’ With a huff, you set the vase next to one that you already had on one of your shelves.

You thanked Emily and returned to your desk, choosing to focus on finishing up this contract negotiation rather than allowing yourself to be distracted by the heavenly scent that currently surrounded your office.

******

Namjoon had stopped calling after that last gardenia delivery. You got through the rest of the afternoon at work without a hitch and headed straight home after your meetings. When you get out of your car, you find a familiar black SUV by the curb.

Just when you thought you were home safe. You curse under your breath.

You hit the ‘lock’ button on your key fob and proceeded to walk up to your building’s entrance. As you close in, the passenger side door opens and out steps Namjoon. He was dressed casually, in oversized jeans and a lived-in sweatshirt that had the hood pulled all the way down to where it stopped right above his eyebrows.

“YN–”

“What are you doing here?”

“Can we…can we please talk inside?”

You weren’t ready yet. You had a half-baked plan in your head and you didn’t want to fuck this up. “Namjoon, I really—“

“Please?” He looked around your block to make sure that the coast was clear. “Or–we can talk in the car? I can tell hyung to give us some privacy,” he says, referring to his driver.

You sighed. Lani was spending the weekend at her parents’ on account of her baby niece’s first birthday. Suddenly, you wished that she was here so you’d have an excuse to make him leave.

Instead, you relent and you take the elevator up to your apartment.

You tossed your coat and keys on the couch but left your heels on. You never thought you’d find Namjoon standing in the middle of your living room again. You purposely didn’t bring him to your building anymore in case some crazy fan takes a snap and posts it all over social media.

You stood facing each other–him, closer to the doorway and you, by the couch. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to speak.

“Okay—you wanted to talk. So…talk,” you say with a hint of impatience.

He opened his mouth briefly but shut it again to gnaw at his bottom lip, looking conflicted as to how he should start this conversation.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about what happened last weekend. It’s just that one of my producers called to tell me that this artist whom I’ve been dying to work with was in town and had a small window…It was such a huge opportunity and I…” he stopped mid-sentence. “Look, I’m really sorry that I had to cancel on you. Could we—“

It was the same tune, each and every time. You shook your head.

“You don’t have to explain it to me. That’s your job. You work odd hours, all hours–and you love it.” You sounded resigned. He always proclaimed how much he loved music and that he was living his dreams.

He shifts his weight on his feet. “Did you get my flowers?”

You rolled your eyes at the subject change. “Yes, but you didn’t have to go overboard and make my office look like a whole botanical garden.”

“Because you haven’t taken my calls or answered my texts. What was I supposed to do?”

You shrugged. “Go about your life like you normally do? I don’t know!” You stare at each other silently for a few beats before you let out a heavy sigh and grip your forehead, a migraine building up. “Look…can we just do this some other time? I’ve had a really long day–”

“So have I, but at least I was grown up enough to pick up the phone,” he retorts.

You scoffed at him. “Don’t start that shit with me, Kim Namjoon!” Your pulse rose along with your voice. “What part of ‘I need time to think’ didn’t you understand? Your response to that was disrupting my work week with your nonstop calls. And the flowers–” you groaned, regretting telling him that they were your favorite. “Now here you are, showing up unannounced at my place–”

“I needed to talk to you, YN! I wanted to make sure that we were okay.”

“‘Okay?’” You repeated with a sharp edge in your voice. You chuckle bitterly. “Namjoon, this isn’t exactly new for us. You live on airplanes and hotels for months at a time. And then you come back to town, hit me up, we fuck…” You throw your hands up then drop them to your sides. “After we’ve had our fun, we’re back in that same cycle.”

Years ago, you struggled with that. Were you lovers? Were you in a relationship? What were you to him? What was he to you?

“What are we doing?”

Your question seems to take him aback. “W-what?”

“What are we doing? What is…what is this?”

“We’re…” he stops, his mouth partially open, as if there was something that desperately wanted to jump off the tip of his tongue…but he just held it there. “We’re f-friends. Really good friends.”

You swallow dryly. “It might have started off that way. And sure that was all fun…when we were younger. But we’re way past that, don’t you think?”

He stared at you blankly as he let your words sink in.

You lifted a shoulder. “For years, we’ve done this whole dance. Are we or are we not in a relationship? We always table that conversation. But you know what? I’m really getting tired of it.”

You see his eyebrows crease from beneath the shadow of his hood.

“W-wait…? Tired? What do you…what are you saying?”

This was much easier the first time. You were dating someone else and it had the potential to grow into something more. You had a backup plan then. Not this time. There was no one waiting in the wings. No safety net.

It was just you and him.

“I’m saying that…” you sighed deeply, knowing that this could change things between you two. After taking some time to think about it, you’d made up your mind. You square your shoulders, straighten your stance, and look him straight in the eye. “I want more, Namjoon.”

He regarded you intently. You see his facial expression change, his jaw ticking furiously. It’s not like he didn’t want to give you more. But things were complicated…and this whole time you gave him an out for that.

After thinking about it, you decide—not anymore. You knew that he was capable of giving you more but you didn’t know why he was holding back.

It wasn’t the band or management. It was something else and you were determined to find out what that was.

He scrambles for an explanation. “The extended break is going to give us more time together. I’ll try to work on that, I promise.”

“I don’t want you to ‘try’. I want you to want to do it. Because if you can’t…or won’t…then we need to end this now.”

Panic spread throughout his face. He pulled off his hood, making his hair flop over his forehead and took two strides to close the gap between you. He placed his hands on your arms.

“Look…don’t…don’t end this, please. Please, YN…”

“Why shouldn’t I? Give me a reason.”

You awaited his answer but he seemed to struggle with his words. You shrug off his hold and turn around to walk into your kitchen. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of vodka that Lani kept in the freezer and poured yourself a shot, which you downed swiftly.

You turned to face him again to find him standing behind you. “Do you ever think about the future, Namjoon?”

You were met with silence again.

“Because I do.” You felt your nose sting. “I used to not care so much about it years ago but I’ve thought about it recently. A lot, actually. I picture myself a year or two from now. What I’d like to be doing…and who I want to be with.” You sniffled, in an effort to keep the tears at bay.

“Do you think about things like that?” Your chest rose and fell, your anxious breaths filling the silence in between.

“All the time,” he answered confidently.

“Really?” You watched him take careful steps towards you. He takes the bottle and pushes it into the far corner of the kitchen counter, away from you.

“Yes. I’ve always thought about the future…” He gently reaches for your hand to rest it on his chest. “And how much I really want you to be part of it.”

You sighed. “That’s not enough to make me stay.”

“I know.”

“So, how? How can I be part of this future when you won’t meet me in the middle?”

His grip tightened around your hand. “I’ve been unfair to you. Somehow, I always felt like you’d always be around and–that was stupid of me to assume…especially…that first time.” The first time you ended things.

“We needed some time to grow. I needed time to grow and I just felt like…I was stuck since I didn’t know what my place was in your life.”

“And I never meant to make you feel that way…that I hold you back.” He added immediately. “That’s why…” he sighed heavily. “That's why I didn’t really say anything before.”

Your mouth drops slightly as realization sets in. That was why he stepped aside. You thought that he didn’t care because he let you go so easily.

“You let me get away with half-assing things with you when I really should have been putting in the same effort…or more. It’s what you deserve.” His eyes flicked downwards and he hung his head.

“Hey, look at me,” you demanded. He lifted his head. “From now on, I want us to have an open and honest conversation about this relationship. I’m done with your whole spiel of, ‘I don’t want to define this because it adds undue pressure’ and all that bullshit. If you want me to stay, I want you to tell me…” you tilted your chin up. “Give me a reason,” you punctuate each word, repeating your earlier question to him.

The corners of his lips twitched. “You want to hear me say it?”

You didn’t flinch. “I do.”

“You want me to say how I’ve felt about you all this time?”

“Yes, damn it! Tell me!”

“Alright,” he says after a beat.

His chest lifted, releasing a sharp breath. “You matter to me, YN. You are,” he moistened his lips, “…one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important. And that’s not just a superlative,” he quickly added.

“The reason I’ve avoided the conversation is because…what I feel for you is so strong that it scares me, honestly. So I thought, if I didn’t define this…the stakes would be lower and maybe…it’s less likely that I’ll fuck this up.” His lips twisted wryly. “That worked out great, didn’t it?” He says sarcastically.

He exhaled again and raked his fingers through his hair. “Do you remember, years ago? When you first asked me what this whole thing was between us?”

You nodded.

“I meant what I said that night, years ago…that I didn’t want to disappoint you. But I did and that’s why you pulled away. You were right to do it. I was struggling to find a balance and I didn’t want to drag you down with me. After I thought about it more, I realized that if I ever got another chance with you, I promised that I would work my ass off to keep you in my life.”

Now it was your turn to be speechless. You’d told him as much the first time you ended things. You didn’t want to keep filling those gaps that he left.

You weren’t that young, bright-eyed university girl anymore. You were more experienced now and practical. Was it really going to be that easy for him? You couldn’t help but be slightly skeptical.

“What about your career? Don’t you need to focus on your solo album?”

“I do…but I will find a way to figure things out for us. I’ll talk to management and since the members and I are taking a break from group schedules, I only have myself and my own work to consider. I’m sure they’ll allow me that privilege after all the years I’ve given to the group, to the company…not to mention all of the money I helped bring in,” he finishes smugly.

So, was this it? Was he really going to try this time?

“The group, my album, my career…those are all important to me. But you are, too–on a whole different level. I don’t want to lose you again and I will do everything that I can to keep you.” He kept his gaze at you then let out a nervous breath, “As long as you haven’t fully given up on me yet? Can I please get another chance to make things right with you?”

You were apprehensive, but this was more than he had ever given you before. Much more.

It was enough to reassure you. You nodded softly. “Okay,” you agree cautiously.

His mouth curved into the biggest smile ever. The joy in it could only be described as the look a kid would have as they walked into a room full of presents on their birthday.

In his excitement, he dipped his head to kiss you but you immediately put your fingers over his lips and tilted away from him.

“Nah-uh!” you tutted. “Not so fast, Kim! You’ve got to work for it first. You said so yourself!”

His dimples deepened as his lips moved against your fingertips. “Oh, you know I will,” he said before he nipped at them.

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[bewitched-bullet]

Here, have my courage. 🖕🏻It's so obvious that you have absolutely no idea what you are talking about! John was never abusive or told other characters what to do or how to do play their characters. Your intuition is useless. He was and is always encouraging (which was also obvious in the screenshots Lestrade mod shared (such a shit move to share private messages btw.)- "just join in and do your thing, you'll be fine"- that's all that was asked. You could not be more wrong, even if you tried to.

The issue was between Sherlock and John and you are creating drama where there is none. It's great that you tagged your post with #mental abuse and #emotional abuse because that is EXACTLY what you are doing right now.

Let me ask you something? What are you trying to achieve? Bashing the rp because we are not organised? Because we are trying to have fun? Wow, the entitlement. 🙄 We are doing this for fun and nothing else and you are draining the fun out of it with insane accusations and the most ridiculous 'investigation'.

None of us is scared to speak out, certainly not of John because he couldn't be nicer.

And you are always talking about 'evidence'? What evidence? I have not seen a single screenshot the proves any of your claims. Get a life and let us have our fun.

And don't give me your 'oh, you are so brave for speaking out'. Or the 'oh, I see you have big feeling about this.' Every time someone speaks out in favour of John you ridicule them. You are biased. You have no morals.

Well,

Good of you to drop the anon asks and post Un-anonymously.

⚠️

A word to all of the community before I begin.

Despite their foul attitude and spicy vibe, I will request that none of you harass this mods account.

It's personally not my style or mode in which I move in this world. And I would be unhappy to hear someone did so in my name mistakenly believing I would sanction such an action.

⚠️

Soooooooo....Harriett mod, you ARE feeling some big feels about this, whether or not you want to recognize it. It's very plain in the way and how you are using your words.

Oh, my!

You just now confirmed that the John mod and the Mycroft mod are one and the same!

"John [the mod that plays him] was never abusive or told other characters [mods] what to do or how to play their characters. [Redacted] He [John mod] was and is always encouraging. (Which was also obvious in the screenshots Lestrade mod shared...

Which was also obvious in the screenshots Lestrade mod shared...

Welp

Cat's outta the bag now!

And you doubted my intuition. Glad we got some facts and proof to support my lizard brain.

So many things that can be said about all the...deflection, projection, etc but...I'll let your own words here and elsewhere speak for you.

Oh, yeah, of course I'm biased against fishy situations and those that bully. Biased for victims, children, animals, and old folks.

Also, an anon called me out on getting to into my feels and biases and I agreed with them.

As for morals? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL of course my morals will not match yours.

What do morals mean to you?

This is my definition: a person's standards of behavior or beliefs concerning what is and is not acceptable for them to do.

My morals are my own. I make them for me, myself, and I. It just so happens that a few of my personal morals are shared with the general public.

Anywho, thank you for the energy you put into this. It was delicious.

🥨

[cikrovat]

spoilers for crosscode

while writing down my dream I had an urge to just tell my thoughts about Sidwell, because this man doesn't leave my head. this man is probably the most gray villane I've seen in a while, but the more I read everyone's else's thoughts about him, I'm thinking "am I weird of thinking differently about that guy?"

so, Sidwell, the evil person without sympathy or any remorse. or is he? we know for a fact that he didn't cared for any other evotars, using them as a profitable business, source of income

everyone but one - Lea. He gave her name, he cared enough to show his "face" because he didn't wanted to scare her, he cared enough to teach her, to spend time with her, to talk about himself, to comfort her. But reading wiki I just see

Despite this, he didn't seem to care about her being deleted for completely malfunctioning.

what do you mean he didn't seem to care, what, what do you mean. if he didn't cared about her, he wouldn't just even attempting saving her, giving her a key access to Evotar server, in the server dream he even breaks because nothing seems to work, nothing is helping Lea. He was so desperate to save her that he gave her a key to Evotar server, Sidwell, the person that didn't trusted even himself, gave a key access to Lea.

In the end you know that it didn't helped because it was all plan Satoshi, because he broke Lea intentionally to get the access to server, but before "deleting" Lea, he gave Sidwell one last hope in form of trying to "delete her memory's", maybe if she could forget everything she could return to normal state. And Sidwell agreed on this, this is how Satoshi was able to secretly upload Lea to CrossWorlds server, and then telling Sidwell that welp sorry all hope lost

Satoshi used the only weak spot Sidwell had - his care for Lea, because of how strongly she resembles Manuela to him.

Manuela. She is interesting character because we don't fully know what happened to her, wiki suggests that she simply left Sidwell when learned that he lack sympathy, but my theory is - she is dead. Thing is, Sidwell always use very specific wording when he talks about Manuela, he always talks about how "she was" or "she would've loved that place" like she couldn't now. So for me she probably died and it was the last straw that broke the camels back, also seems like Sidwell works not in the cleanest cycles possible (he is probably selling information through black markets and he stated himself that he had a lot of connections here and there) so he probably was tied to the crimes even before picking up Satoshi, Shizuka and Gautham. And in the crime world you had to adapt, you had to break yourself, because everyone having a knife and you never know would it ba aimed at you.

Note, I'm not justifying Sidwells actions, he chooses to do everything himself, yes he is probably a very broken man, who lost someone who he actually cared about, and then proceeded to spiral further, because of his involvement in the criminal spaces, that killed any of his trust to anyone

but that not how you handle things my guy...

I just think he is very complex and interesting character, he is still bad, he did a lot of bad things to others, but when we had the last dream before the raid, I really questioned myself "what if everything was better?"

But that we slowly drifting towards the Boy. The Tronny. oh boy where do I start.

He literally the answer to that question, without memory's he slowly developed into his own character, but thing is he absolutely has resemblings with Sidwell, like Lea has some with Shizuka. I bet Sidwell also loved ice cream and nerding about stuff before he broke, and thing is I think that Tronny is probably Sidwell, but when he was student, before he was unburden, before he became what he is today. And expiriance really do making a difference, even if we talk about two similar people

Sidwell really interesting character, very complex, he made a lot of people, who Lea cared about, suffer, but she remembers him way more nicer. But even though he is upset that now Lea know everything, the part of him also glad that Lea gets to meet so many people, see so many places, and just grow up as a person. he is genuinely, truly glad

well, at least The Boy wouldn't go by his steps, he is definitely in much more nicer environment and he is just not Sidwell we know anymore. Even tho their emotion faces are REALLY similar with each other, its not even funny how eery similar they are, you don't even notice it until the dlc and now I cannot look at The Boy's face because God dammit Tronny

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* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter Four: * that made them so violent?

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               "I am not burdening you with my case until you relax for a moment, ma’am," Papyrus insists, narrowing his gaze at you. "You look sickly, if I am going to be honest. Have you had time to rest recently?"

               You stare at yourself through your phone's screen, sighing when you see darker circles under your eyes, a greenish tint to your skin, and dry lips. You’ve had to wear your buttons all the way up today, the marks Jessie left on your neck this morning still visible to the naked eye. While it was fortunate Frisk intervened yesterday, you couldn't exactly save yourself from his grasp this morning. You allowed him to leave marks on you to declare what happened yesterday was now behind you – that you were still his.

               "Thank you, but..." You trail off, incapable of finding an excuse right away. 

               Papyrus notices your reluctance, urging him to frown and intervene by placing a basket down on the dining table and offering a snack to eat. 

               “I…"

               "Are you the person my brother met at Grillby's?"

               Caught unprepared by his question, you stay still and nod, facing the floor.

               "Did he… tell you what happened?"

               "No," he replies, shaking his head once. "He said it is purely confidential. And I respect his reasons, as it seems this might be too personal." He offers you something to drink next, placing a cup down and filling it with your preferred choice to the brim. "He did tell me you looked quite… tired, however. He was afraid you would not make it home safely, if he left you alone."

               "Ah…" you mutter, hesitating. "I- I wasn't planning to do anything wild, though! I have Frisk to look after."

               "What do you mean by 'wild', ma'am? Were you just not fit for driving?"

               Trapped by your own words, you realize Papyrus might be less informed about that type of situation than you believe. A text notification interrupts your conversation with the monster, so you excuse yourself while he goes off to tend to the kitchen. Then, you look towards your phone to see three unread messages from the same person you've been thinking of.

hey.

before i say anythin' else…

is it alright if i keep textin' ya?

Of course.

Why wouldn't you?

'fraid you'd think i'd be hittin' on you again.

Oh God.

Did my husband tell you anything?

heh.

somethin' like that.

how'd you know?

He… thought we were flirting, as you said.

welp.

ya don't need to answer this, but-

-did he look through your phone?

askin' 'cuz he called me personally with his own phone number.

Something like that.

you ok?

is he the one you were gettin' drunk for?

I can't answer that.

Sorry.

Thanks again for listening to me back there, but…

It was a mistake.

Not in meeting you, but in having been so careless.

I'm a married mother, and I'm supposed to act like one.

It doesn't say good of me if I…

Well…

don't force yourself.

ya don't have to explain everything all at once.

'cuz it ain't like we've known each other for long.

take it slow.

Thank you.

I'm sorry he confronted you like this.

Did he say anything? Insulted you in any way?

if i tell ya, you'll just apologize for him.

I won't.

So please tell me if he did.

aight.

so…

for starters,

he said i was a bony bastard.

What.

How'd he know you're a skeleton?

he looked me up on overnet.

said he didn't know what you'd seen in me to, uh…

wanna 'jump my bones' so badly.

Dammit.

I'm sorry.

yer apologizin'.

…Sorry you went through that?

heh.

good save.

downright bone-fide.

Thank you.

Guess I'm bone with it.

nice.

ttyl.

Talk to you later, sir.

back with the 'sir', huh?

damn.

thought i'd passed by that line already.

Gotta get down to business.

I've still got my job to do.

good luck, buddy.

               "You seem a bit better now, ma'am," Papyrus comments, pulling you back to reality. "Did something good happen?"

               You set your phone down and sigh, a frown showing when you notice you've left Papyrus waiting more than you would want to. 

               He doesn't appear troubled by it, though, a pair of mittens and a tray letting you know he'd gone to fetch some more food while you were texting. 

               "Have something more to eat," he offers, bringing the tray closer to you. "You still look faint. Have you been eating well? Pastries are not exactly my fort, but these are Muffet's. I heated them up for you!"

               Thanking him, you grab a muffin from the bunch, a bit off-put by the spider topping – how realistic it looks urging you to pick it up and set it aside. Flavour blossoms in your mouth when you take the first bite, the warmth enriching its taste by double. The monster smiles when you do, offering you a different pastry as soon as you're done with that one.

               "Thank you, but I'm fine, sir. We should get back to your case."

               "If you insist, I will give you some of my files for you to handle at home and work at your own pace, but you should still bring some food with you. I would not forgive myself if I saw you in the same condition next week."

               "I'm really fine,” you state, widening your smile. “My job requires a strict diet. It's... It's to keep me in good shape."

               "Sickly is not a 'good' shape! You should search for a doctor, if your condition gets any worse."

               Suspicions at Papyrus feigning his innocence begin to fade when you stare deep into him. How he smiles at you without faltering makes you confident about him being one of your easier cases to deal with. He's already prepared a paper bag full of pastries, and he tops it all off by refilling your drink.

               "Even if you do not see me as a friend yet, I feel responsible for your well-being just as much as you are for mine. If you are here for my benefit, I should be there for you also!"

               "It's my job, sir."

               "I remain firm in my choice!"

               Disbelief makes you shake your head, and you promptly slip a pen from your shirt's pocket along with a small notebook, slipping past a few names until reaching his

               “Alright. Should we continue with your case, then? I promise I'll eat one more pastry before I leave, if we do."

               "Certainly. We have ourselves a deal, ma'am!"

• • • • •

               "You're no good," you hear Jessie say, heart racing at the sound of the bed creaking and a pair of footsteps stomp around. "Maybe you look like her, but you're not her. She knows me better than you."

               You hear him groan as a full thud sounds next. 

               He mutters a series of insults and curses, though the other person interrupts him with actual words. 

               "You didn't tell me you were married? I thought this was a one-night stand!"

               "And it is. I'm bored of you already."

               Another thud.

               "Well, I’m glad you are.”

               You're quick to hide when you hear footsteps approaching the door, finding the nearest place to see the woman Jessie claims to look like you. She arrives like a storm, a mirror-image of you in skin colour, body type, clothing style, and facial features. What keeps you separate are minor details easy to overlook at a first glance.

               As soon as the woman leaves, you feel arms wrap themselves around your waist. 

               Jessie's scent reaches your nose.

               He places his lips on the back of your neck, using his teeth to nip at your skin.

               "You- You have the balls to do this, even after I heard all that?!" 

               Your words are like an explosion, actions the same. 

               You snap out of his hold and meet face-to-face with him, a glare refusing to fall off your face. 

               "We had a deal! I've slept with you twice already, ev- even though the week's barely started, and yet you still go off and find yourself a one-night stand?!”

               "Whoa there," he intervenes, chuckling. "Calm down, Judy Hopps. You might just hurt my feelings."

               "Your feelings? What about mi-"

               This time, the thud is loud and clear, and it's not directed at the other woman. 

               You're faced with a panting Jessie, gaze lost in fury as he reaches for your throat, holding it tight.

               "Did you forget who keeps this house standing, or do you need a reminder?”

               "Now's not the time to bring that stuff up. It's my turn to ask what the fuck you're doing."

               He's on the floor seconds after you say that.

               You keep him in a rough arm lock, pressing his cheek against the floor. 

               "You wouldn't dare try anything else, would you?” he taunts, smugness in his tone. “Domestic abuse is easier to track more than cheating. Don't you think so? You could go run off and yap aaalll about what happened here, but I'll be the one with the marks, Hopps.” He stops to huff. “Figured someone like you would know better, though you still have a chance to back off.”

               You remain in place, firm in your choice. 

               He's kept pressed to the ground, yet your hold falters the longer you stare at him.

               "You've got everything to lose, honey. A traitor, a negligent mother, and a power-abusive detective. Add in those texts you get from that boney dude, and you'd be labeled as the one who cheated first."

               "I never did anything with him, and you know it."

               "Really?" He squirms under your hold, making you let go to allow him some space and pick up some crumpled papers from his pocket. "I'd say these pictures tell a different story."

               He grins while you snatch the pictures off his grasp, unveiling them to see wrinkled, grainy captures of your drunken night at Grillby's, displaying the worst timing possible for each of all four pictures. In the first one, Sans has his hands placed on your shoulders, keeping you steady while you rest your face against his neck. It's clear by the distance he keeps between you it's not an affair by any means, although its poor quality is enough to create second opinions. The next picture displays him placing a jacket over your shoulders. The third and fourth ones are you getting off his brother's convertible with him, and of you heading towards his home, walking side-by-side with him.

               "Does he do it better than me? You were never desperate enough to come over to my place for that kinda stuff. Does his magic swoon you over or something?"

               "Y- You know he only helped me get home safe," you insist, voice strained with how much it raises. “I can tell by that look on your face.”

               "Did he, really? I bet you've been screwing every monster you've got as a client.”

               And with that, you let him go.

               He stands up, brushes himself clean, and walks off to the exit.

               “I'll be waiting for your apology,” he says, as the door closes. “You have until tonight. Make it count.”

               There's the sound of him starting the car, then him driving off.

               Peace – though momentary – allows the hard strain in your chest to fade with a soft breath.

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