#also i guess one thing that frustrates me the most in this is that the person heading this up is like.

[aettuddae]

business matter — chapter 56.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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[written chapter]

karina was in her bed quietly watching television during the afternoon when a knock on her door distracted her. she got out of bed reluctantly, knowing who was calling, and opened with a bored expression for her to not to be surprised by the person who was looking at her bitterly from the hallway.

“sorry, but for the sake of your career you can't kick me out of your house.” she crossed her arms.

“since you seem to be more affected by living with me, i would never do something like that.” serim shrugged her shoulders feigning innocence. “when did you decorate this room?” her expression changed to one of confusion and she leaned down, holding onto the edges of the door to get her head inside and begin to inspect it with her eyes.

“this place was depressing." she explained obviously. “i started buying things to decorate it on the days when i had to stay here while you worked.” she added.

“that's a whole new couch.” she pointed at the furniture, horrified to realize that she didn't know what that girl was doing behind her back.

“yes, and it's very comfortable.” she answered without further ado. “you didn't tell me what you want." asked, annoyed.

"come." she ordered, letting out a tired sigh.

“i thought you were mad at me because i hate your plants.” spoke arrogantly as she was dragged by the hand into the kitchen.

"yes, that's right." serim stopped in front of the bar, causing karina to also stop next to her.

“so why are we looking at a plant?” the dancer questioned emotionlessly, eyeing a small pot resting on the marble.

"it's yours." the woman reported seriously.

"i do not want it." she took a few steps trying to return to her room, but serim held her hand firmly, pulling her back to her side.

“you know, karina?” she continued, both with their eyes still glued to the plant in front of them.

"no." interrupted.

“i had never imagined myself taking care of plants.” she turned her head towards the girl, watching her as she continued with her words.

“i guess it's not a dream that many people have.” karina shrugged, returning her eye contact defiantly.

“do you want to know who introduced me to gardening?”

“professor sprout?”

“sejeong." she quickly corrected.

“oh great, more women you're probably dating.” she tried to leave again, but only got serim to hold her hand tighter.

“sejeong is a good friend.” clarified, rolling her eyes. “and also someone who takes care of me a lot and wants the best for me, even though we argue a lot.” she examined her up and down accusatorily. “do you know what azza time is?”

“namu, i already told you i was in azza time once.” yu returned frustrated. “serim.” she arranged her quickly.

"really?" she stayed silent thinking.

“i don't have memory loss like you, namu.”

“you called me namu again.” the named one remarked.

“serim!” karina repeated to herself. "i am going to my room." she turned on her heel but was quickly returned to her previous position.

“stay still, i'm trying to teach you a lesson.” she turned her attention from her to the object of the conversation. “i met sejeong long before azza time and we became friends.” she picked up the thread again. “i was quite reckless and idiotic, and she had been in the industry for more years.”

“you're still an idiot.” she cut off her speech.

“but at least i'm not so reckless anymore.” serim smiled sideways. “sese wanted me to learn responsibility, patience…” she sighed. “to be a good leader, take care of others, and to care about something other than myself.” her tone carried a hint of nostalgia. “i'm not saying you're a bad leader, i don't know how you lead your group, nor do i care.” she gave a dry laugh. “but i learned a lot taking care of that first plant that sejeong gave me, and that was what made me fall in love with gardening.”

she raised her head and searched the apartment, lifting her hand she pointed to a corner near the balcony.

“that's the plant she gave me.” karina followed with her eyes the place her finger indicated. “it's a philodendron, i almost killed it three times.” she laughed embarrassedly.

“let's see if i understood," she blurted out after hearing the oldest. “this plant,” she indicated with her finger to the one that was resting on the counter. "it's mine?"

"yes, as i said before, it is." she nodded. “i was going to be angry at you, in fact, i am.” she rubbed her face with her hands, finally releasing her grip on karina. “but maybe you just don't understand why i like this so much, and i think if you don't try it on your own you'll never understand it.” she reasoned. “and who knows if it won't help you learn and discover new things about yourself.”

karina looked at the gift that rested there, contemplating what she should do, and then looked back at the philodendron in the distance. "what's it called?"

“the one that sejeong gave me?” the younger nodded with her head indicating that she was referring to that. “it doesn't have a name, not all my plants have one.” she wandered around the kitchen while she waited for the girl to do something. “do you want to choose it?” she proposed after a moment.

“do you trust me to name your most precious plant?” she inquired, surprised.

“the philodendron is important to me, but my most precious plant was victoria, whom you already killed, so i don't think you will do worse harm.” she bowed her head dejectedly.

"sorry about that." her countenance changed to a kinder one as she remembered that event. “boo.” she thought out loud, laughing tenderly.

“like seungkwan?” she frowned uncomprehendingly.

"no, idiot." she denied. “like boo-chan from crayon shinchan.” she informed her. “you like plants and i like silly cartoons.”

“and then you make fun of me.” serim murmured in disbelief. “okay, we'll call it boo.” she walked to stand next to her again. “and that one?” she pointed to what she had just gifted her.

"what is it?"

“a haworthia.” karina looked at her with complete misunderstanding on her face. “a succulent.” she said again.

“that doesn't work.” she stayed silent making up names. “tell me a character you like in a musical.”

"me?" jang pointed to herself.

“no, the philodendron.” she replied wryly.

"alright." she gently hit the dancer on her shoulder. "dr. frank-n-furter.”

"who is that?" she expressed bewildered.

“rocky horror show?” no reaction. “remind me that i have to sit you down and teach you about musicals.”

“i would never spend more than half an hour with you voluntarily.” she rejected her. "so," she returned to the plant. “franky.” she announced.

“franky.” the vocalist repeated. “so, this is you accepting it?”

“my parents raised me well and taught me not to refuse a gift.” she took the mentioned object in her hands.

“don't put it so exposed to the sun and let the soil dry out between waterings.” she indicated. “if you start seeing brown colors just call me.” the girl finished, beginning to walk towards the hallway.

“i said i would accept it, not that i would actually take care of it.” karina contradicted the oldest, but no one answered. “namu?” she called her.

“you called me namu again!” serim stressed from her room.

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[gideonisms]

I become 300% more of both a lover and a hater when I'm on my period. just a time of the month when I have strong opinions I would say

#i want to kiss a butch for 3 hours. also i'm the only one in the world with correct opinions about everything #me the main character of life #anyway i saw this post complaining about sanitized mass marketable queer art #where the person described themselves based on the interests i guess they thought were most stereotypical and then were like #isn't there something rawer or more real than this #to which i would say there is! but you went to the queer market day #idk it is a frustration of mine too i do get it #but i think some people could stand to just get weirder and like the things they like #idk i buy cute little queer stickers all the time but i regularly stand out as a strange person in both queer and straight communities #get a friend who worked the same shit job who will sell you abstract alien art they made while they were high it's not hard #go to goodwill more. you'll find some raw expressions of humanity. #if you just want your interests to be more genuine to you it's simple #you just have to accept that maybe 2 other people will be able to rec you music or foods you enjoy #being more specific isn't everything it's cracked up to be sometimes #i think the problem here is mainly capitalism

[blackmesa-researcher]

I kinda hate how dead Half Life/HLVRAI tumblr rp is. :(

Then again I may just not have found those people yet. Wanted to rp Half Life on here, but yeah, couldn't find any active accounts.

Anyway, if you come across this and you'd like to rp Half Life or HLVRAI on discord, you can send me a message, and I'll check you out. :> As long as you're a pretty decent person who won't ask anything illegal of me, I wouldn't be opposed. I'm also A-Okay with OC's.

#half life #hlvrai #rp #looking for people to rp with because I can't really find anyone active on here by searching #btw I'm 27 years old because I figure mentioning my age is important #Anyway I'm not expecting anyone to respond to this or even to message me #Also looking for people to rp with because I'm not really having the most fun on Twitter trying to rp with people I'm honestly frustrated #a rant is incoming below #like things were going great for a little while and then people just gradually lost interest in me I guess :( #like even people who I really liked interacting with who seemed to like interacting with me just kind of stopped unless I approach first #even then they may just like my response and respond to someone else #It's to the point where I'm questioning if they even like me or they are just tolerating me #like I'm lucky if I even get one response to something I post in a day so it's not very fun anymore #I want to post that I want to take a break but I know I'll be pissed if everyone and their dog comes out of the woodwork to respond #because it's like “this is why I'm taking a break no one responds unless I have an issue” #it's been ongoing for a couple weeks to the point where I've made a line graph

[werebutch]

Why does my sister crush all hope of having a good time with her when we’re out. Like she does it on purpose. And I keep believing that the next time will be better 😭

#either she doesn’t say a word to me and is angry for zero reason #or like today.. stands 2 inches from me at all times. constantly talking but it’s not fun talking it’s her saying the same fucking sentence #over and over again. for like an hour until she latches onto a new one. she also does this thing where I’m trying to walk or look at #something and she just doesn’t move. stands in my way on purpose in the most annoying way possible. she thinks it’s funny I guess #idk I know I’m just complaining but I honestly had kind of a mini breakdown moment a while ago #she’s so frustrating and I also frustrate myself. I wish I didn’t keep trying to be friends with her so bad after she treats me so horrible #especially the other day..if u know wat I’m talking about

[arsenicflame]

one of the things that really pisses me off about fandom (in general but it seems 10x worse in the ofmd fandom in specific) is some peoples determination to jump to the worst possible interpretation of any scene with a character they dont like in it. its suddenly not reasonable to read the silly jokey scene as it was indended, we have to assume X character is acting in bad faith because why would he not. if you substituted it with any other person you would not see these readings, but because its someone they dont like we can't possibly read it any other way. im all for reading into the text of the show and analysing and extrapolating from it, but some of the takes i have seen seem so out of left field from the actual show that it feels hard to assume the people writing them are doing it for any reason other than blind hatred of a character.

#vague bc im not trying to start shit i just. am so tired of this!!!!!! #also a rant because i have seen 3 posts with just the most godawful takes in them im tired!!!!! im not even seeking it out #like if you want to read that line as racist then i guess i cant stop you #but have you considered the half a dozen more straightforward readings i could come up with in the time it takes you to say its racist #but thats just me #nyxtalks #i feel like i should put a critical or canyon tag on this or whatever so its blacklist friendly but also i dont want it to get picked up #im not trying to get into arguments over this im just trying to let out the shit thats eating at me #im fully down to hear good breakdowns of the text. im not here to pretend izzy did 0 things wrong #and i can acknowledge i read some of his actions from a good faith leaning angle. #idk its just. an incredibly frustrating thing to see #and dont get me wrong. ive seen it in other fandoms too. i can think of one in particular with super heavy bashing fics #from both sides in a way that felt. unfair to the narrative #AND. i see it with ed too. i see so many fics that are just so mean to ed out of nowhere. #and i hate it there too #i dont know #ill probably delete this later #(maybe this is just me keeping my mind busy)

[sgkjd]

ppl sometimes say to me "u think you're always right" and i sit there confused because yes? i usually AM right. because i have researched the topic more than you, and i have thought through both arguments and counterarguments before speaking up. moreover, my anxiety and fear of being misunderstood simply doesn't let me speak anything out loud which i haven't thought 150% through. so technically yes, i am more right? i don't understand what's the problem? i'm not talking about my personal opinion though? i'm just stating the facts? and the facts tend to be something that's "right"? don't they?

#like please #just engage in a proper discussion w me if u want to share what u know and what u have researched #i also don't understand how i talk about history facts or political ideas and ppl are like 'these are just your beliefs' #and i have to explain how there actually exists a sort of objective reality #and that political views and moral values are not really equal to 'personal beliefs' that are the sort of 'oh i think pineapple on pizza #is the most delicious food' #how are these the same #ppl who don't like pineapple on pizza aren't oppressed #and it makes me so genuinely frustrated #i realize each person sees the world differently but that's why we have science and the sort – bc humanity is trying to reach some more #objective pov #that's why we have 'big words' that mean some specific thing and we define those words via dictionaries #while our explanations of 'objective reality' are still flawed (bc everything is mostly just plausible guesses) i still think it's better t #try and define it #and try and come to agreements on things of what certain things mean #idk even if the 'objective reality' can't exist isn't it still better to pretend to have one? bc if u only think how #'everyone has their own reality' and that's the answer/explanation u say to anything happening in society that u don't understand #or that u think is wrong #i feel like such skepticism makes ppl prone to not having hope in a better world #and i think that hope is soso important to have bc it's what drives the activism #just a big rant....i have many feelings ... #i don't understand how some ppl don't have such sense of justice like it's literally a separate feeling #; words generated by me #actually autistic

[ectoplasmer]

rgrhrgrhgr going insane thinking about how I have felt so much love and affection for a character from a card game anime of all things!! for over two years!!! one of the most frustrating guys ever nonetheless!!!!

#bakura i love you HOWEVER i also simultaneously want to shake you vigorously because!!! what! is!! your!!! PROBLEM!!!! #god i love him so much. have for over two years. isn’t that insane?? #what happened to the days i would excitedly text my friend about every time he showed up in the manga #or how i’d get so hyped when he got screen time or attention in the anime or games #how shy i’d get about f/oing him because such and such #trying to downplay how much i actually liked him #it’s so funny i don’t even remember when he started getting most of my attention lol it just. kinda happened #so funny how that works it was mostly like that for the other boys too #not to say i don’t still get hyped about him getting attention and his scenes etc #because i do. but it’s just different now i guess #deeper affinity for him or something i don’t know #just insane that i can love someone this much. someone who is SOOOO FRUSTRATING!!!!! #ghfhfbf i love my sharp edgy boyfriend though even if he drives me insane with everything he does </3 #he’s everything to me though. all of his wrongs and all of the bad parts of him and all of the angst and whatever else #he’s been with me for over two years i don’t know how i couldn’t adore every bit of him <3 #been thinking of doing a dm rewatch for the longest time… i just barely have any free space to do things between school and stuff >_< #i keep reminding myself that if i live through the rest of this school year and the next then i can mentally marry my boyfriends #and it’s unironically the one thing that gets me to finish and out effort into assignments sometimes AGSJDHJSS #not even ashamed to admit that. i will kiss those boys on the altar one day just you wait #anyway. rgrhrgh biting bakura over and over and over again I LOVE YOU!! STUPID!!! i also simultaneously Despise you #jk i could never. sometimes he pushes me to it though </3 KIDDING anyway i need to go stare at pictures of him for the next 30 mins #four of spades

[loumauve]

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#running face first straight into every single rejection sensitive wall atm and it's so frustrating #like. can we just not do this rn brain? I'm too tired to deal with this on top of everything else #all it does is make me alienate myself from people I care about and make me feel like shit afterwards #and it doesn't fix any of the underlying issues either. (like. I've been upset about ppl not doing what I do) #(as in read all of my fic like I try to read all my friends' fic usually. but like.. not everyone can and not everyone wants to) #(but it's one of those irrational things of 'if they cared about me wouldn't they also try' even tho that's not a fair ask) #(and like.. most people don't read random fic for fandoms they're not even in so this is entirely stupid to be upset about) #(but here we are anyway) #just.. me. raw to the very nerve and too tired to fix anything that might help alleviate it #I just want to feel normal again. and like I have control over my emotional state #but between 'dude fucked up bc of his borderline being triggered by grief and letting out all his frustrations on me for weeks' #and 'other dude grieving but not processing and not even taking a break to figure out where he's at emotionally.. #..therefore dropping all of his unprocessed baggage and his part of the group work right on top of me' I'm just having a heck of a month #and idk. it would have been nice to talk to sb about my fic even if it's older now and not the best perhaps #(doesn't help when everybody you know writes really great fic and you're just outside the door scribbling some ideas into the sand) #idk. usually I do better in disconnecting self-worth and accomplishments and stop myself before the comparisons with others start #but rn it's all too much and I'm drained and exhausted and nothing feels good or helps much at all. #anyway. #it is what is I guess. and what it is is fucked and I doubt it's gonna change anytime soon. #that's not me being unrealistic or depression talking. it's based on how things have progressed thus far #there's another year and a half of this kind of stress which will likely get worse when our group grows from 18 to 31 in October #and then I'd have to start working proper again which I haven't in over two years bc of all the rehabilitation I've been going through #and it's terrifying and I'm already exhausted and worn down and worn out and I just don't know how normal is ever gonna be my life again

[arolesbianism]

Oh oxygen not included printing pod we're rly in it now

#rat rambles #I finished reading all the lore stuff and I honestly care less abt the worldbuilding now somehow but the pod is my bestie now #shes obviously one of two ppl but Im not quite sure who (mostly cause I kinda skimmed over most of the jackie and olivia stuff at first) #Im guessing olivia tho based on the log that made me actually give a shit abt her #long story short she and jackie were scientist besties (wink wink) and wanted to make an infinite power source #and so they did that and also started working on developments to safely scout out and rebuild society on other planets #but then jackie started going a lil amoral scientist mode so olivia left the project but ended up returning later #now working under her old friend the two comtinued to make progress but the tear in their relationship only grew #basically they wanted to use cloning to provide all the resources a society could ever need and semi succeeded #they also hired a bunch of young and impressionable fledgling scientists to overwork and take dna sample from #they also took some samples from older workers and the janitor for good mesure #the duplicants that make up your colony in game are basically clones of the scientists that were working there at the time #but yeah blah blah blah jackie gets more ambitious and keeps trying to play god blah blah blah olivia is mad abt it blah blah blah #olivia is getting increasingly more and more frustrated and then she finds out that the teleportation technology jackie developed gasp #kills ppl wow how original #more interestingly its possible for the data that it takes to attempt to reconstruct the person to bleed into the ai of the printing pod #oh yeah and the printing pods are the machines that are supposed to supply and guide the dupe colonies but they had been struggling with it #cause computers arent good at being flexible lol #but yeah olivia is mad abt the whole killing ppl thing but the bleeding into the ai think sticks with her #it deeply intrigues her. she cant stop pondering the possibilities. it haunts her. #which leads to the quote that made me decide I do give a shit abt her actually #'I fear I may be going down a slippery slope- at the bottom of which jackie is waiting for me with open arms' #so basically while we dont get confirmation yeah no she totally put herself in the pod ai I adore this concept sm #after that I was so ready to be on board with oni lore but then the multiverse shit came up and that turned me away rip #I dont hate it mind you it just isnt interesting to me #it kind of makes the whole backstory feel less impactful to me because jackie found success #like idk I guess since olivia is the one who probably sorta kinda survived it makes jackie suceeding in a fucked up way meaningful #but like. nothing makes me go more crazy then tragedies where it all amounted to nothing #like even though practically it did you cant rly say jackie would have regretted it if she survived #like again you could argue that hits harder because its olivia who survived but eh I dont rly care

[kashilascorner]

girls my new crush is 12 years my senior good lord help me

#why do i always get crushes that are like. 0 chances?? let me give you some context he's a guy from work but i don't work with him we do #completely different things in different departments. so first i got a liken to him because he reminded me of my ex's 2 best qualities #(which makes me sound like i never got over him and that's kind of not true) #but anyways: he has a nice calming way of speaking and gesturing + his voice is nice #also somrthjng about the sense of humor and the fact he's ridiculously tall #but i like that hes obviously very intelligent and also kind and attentive and funny. but like the one thing that i like the most about him #is that his hands are so pretty!!! like seriously how #i was a little too happy when he turned out to be my secret santa... and the week before that or so we had hot dogs in the street on our #way home..... but the thing that got me all giggly and silly was Friday becauss we had the company christmas dinner #and afterwards we went to the club. and we danced!! salsa and a bachata!! and he was super attentive and helped me out when the staff were #rude lol. for a hot second i got his hands on my waist so we wouldn't lose each other among the crowd ok i lived my #silly little fantasy for like. 2 seconds. i think I'm losing my mind because it's been a ridiculous amount of time since i had that type of #shared intimacy ok. but anyways. other than losing my mind. i can't really gush and be silly about this because my friends are all giving #me the side eye because not only he's from work (which i guess it's ok) he's just old lol #blabla #delete later #oh he also obviously sees me as a child like he genuinely thought i was at the very least a couple years younger than i actually am #and that's a whole other frustration like I'm currently the youngest at work and it kinda sucks because i absolutely feel mature and not #young at all here because life has just been hard last couple years!! but oh well

[ayakashibackstreet]

Yes, I'm a MILH (Man I Love Hasunosora)

#they're the Love Live group for me now #why am I always the most attached to the side projects......... sigh........... #and no I don't want them to get an anime actually #because when Niji got an anime and became more than just a 'side project' they also got that season 2 #where they sanded all the edges off R3BIRTH #to the point where Shioriko doesn't have any personality #and they scrubbed off the original story off the face of the earth when they EOS'd SIFAS #and GOD I loved the plotline with the Association it was the most interesting thing LL had done at the time #I know it was controversial and it wasn't exactly well-written but consider this #I think Lanzhu slapped #and the plotline had so much potential #sighhhhhhhhhhhh............ #also the student council president arc with Setsuna and Shioriko was actually pretty good that doesn't exist anymore at all #and people actually liked that one! so! frustrating!! #Shioriko is just There. She's like a potted plant #though potted plants stand out more I guess #anyways stream Ouka Ranman stream Mirage Voyage stream Do! Do! Do! #Hasunosora country

[inbarfink]

One common Undertale misconception that really frustrates me is when Sans is portrayed with a strong innate sense for RESETs and alternative timelines. Like, that he remembers the RESET timelines better than the other characters who only have occasional feelings of deja vu or even that he can sense when a timeline is RESET.

And that’s, like, almost the opposite of the actual text of the game. While pretty much every main character can have slightly-different dialogue in a Not-True-RESET, especially if the Player had previously befriended them, based on the idea that they have lingering memories/feelings from before the RESET - 

Sans has no real dialogue changes based on this conceit. All of his changes are based around noticing Frisk has different reactions based on their memories of the precious timelines. 

Other characters do also make observations like that about Frisk, like Mettaton and Toriel. But Sans is distinctive because this is the only way his comments change between RESETs and there are a lot of them from him.

Because that is what really frustrates me about this misconception. People mention it as one more thing that makes Sans cool - but the actual truth is far more badass. Sans is one of the people in the Underground who remembers RESETs the least. I think memory-resistance to RESETs is probably tied to Determination. Flowey, the second-most Determined person in the Underground after Frisk, can remember everything perfectly.

Everyone else has some vague feelings and deja vus. And Sans, he’s the least motivated person in the Underground - both in the sense he’s lazy and in the sense he’s fucking depressed.

That probably means he has very little Determination. Thus, he doesn’t remember anything that happens between RESETs.

And yet, he is still the character most aware of them. Because he has the technological know-how to read and analyze timelines.

And because he has the observation and analytical skill to notice a RESET from other people’s reactions and behavior. Whatever it’s Papyrus thinking he recognizes someone or Frisk’s behavior implying that they know something they shouldn’t have. Sans main RESET-related skill is just being able to identify these moments and come to the correct conclusion about them. And with that he manages to be the most aware character in the entire Underground.

Like, the one point where it might seem like Sans remembers something from a previous Timeline is the Fake Spare scene during his boss battle. 

But it’s all pretend. Unlike the previous lines from other characters that I mentioned, this dialogue plays even if the Murder Route is the first time the player touched the game. Sans isn’t remembering anything in this scene. But he makes an educated guess that the Immoral Time God probably tried using their powers for good at first, so they were likely ‘friends’ in a previous timeline. And in most cases, his guess is right on the money - tricking many players into thinking this is another case of the game actually reacting to their past actions.

And as always, Sans can only tell if his lil’ trick worked or not based on the expression of the Player Character.

Arguably, Sans even uses his lack of Determination and cross-RESET memory to his advantage in his boss battle. After all, the whole point of this fight isn’t to kill the Player - Sans understands this is impossible. This is a war of attrition, trying to get the Player so frustrated and annoyed with the unfair fight that they just ragequit or RESET the Timeline. And this war of the Player’s patience versus Sans’ stamina and will is infinitely easier for him when he doesn’t actually perceive all the Player’s previous attempts against him.

Like, for the Player this might be the billion time they go up against him, they’re aware of some of his patterns and tricks now but they’re probably also frustrated and angry and exhausted. Meanwhile, from Sans’ POV, this is still the first time this is happening. He knows it’s not from the Player’s behavior and Frisk’s expression - but he doesn’t feel it like the Player does. 

He doesn’t feel the frustration and repetition of the endless stalemate. So he’s always as fresh as a daisy no matter how rugged the Player is getting.

And that’s part of why Sans is so cool in the first place, like, in general. He’s technically the weakest person in the Underground, lacking in every standard evaluation of power in the setting - no ATK, no DEF, no HP, no DETERMINATION. But he’s darn clever enough to overcome these weaknesses and even use them in ways that make them into strengths, enough to be one of the most dangerous and most aware guys in this whole setting.

Sans can’t remember anything, and that makes him awesome.

#undertale #undertale meta #sans #sans undertale #undertale analysis #sans ut

[sttm99]

Part 2 here!

'Fuck.'

It had been just two nights since you'd given him head in the dark of his dorm room, and Bakugo hadn't been able to rid his mind of the sensation ever since.

He knew it was stupid to even agree to it. You were the one girl in class he felt comfortable enough to talk about anything with. Be it grades, his fears and even more sexual topics. It also helped that he knew you wouldn't ever judge him for anything.

You were his closest friend; more so than Kirishima. And he liked that... he liked that he has someone he could trust with his life, someone he could relate with so effortlessly.

And you felt the same way with him. You told him everything; every little secret, every dirty detail, and he never laughed or judged.

Which was why you both were in his room, many hours past his bedtime, sitting opposite each other on his bed as you recounted your most recent almost-sexual endeavor.

"-and it was so awkward cause it was just hanging there in my face and I didn't know what to do." You groaned out, with your body hunched over, face covered with your palms as you recounted your experience in the school's storage room with a General Studies boy you'd been seeing casually.

Bakugo chuckled at your demeanor from where he was. "Yeah then maybe you should have stopped him when you saw him undoing his fucking belt."

You glared at him through the cracks between your fingers.

"Seriously," he laughed. "If you didn't wanna give him head, you should have told him the moment you entered the closet."

You groaned and fell back unto his bed. "The thing is I want to do it."

You turned your head to stare up at Bakugo.

"So why didn't you?"

You groaned again. "I don't know. I mean... look, I wanna be able to make the guy I like feel good, you understand. And I really thought I wanted to give him head, but then he was pulling his jeans down- and I was getting cold feet and then he pulled down his boxers and I wanted to run away right then....

"But I pushed through- and I got down... and it was just staring at my face and-"

"Maybe you just don't wanna do it." Bakugo raised his brow, cutting you off from your rambling.

You frowned. "Maybe. I mean, I think about giving head...and I wanna do it, and then I get an opportunity and I panic. You're probably right."

There was silence for a moment, before Bakugo shifted in his position, pulling his knees higher up, closer to his body, and leaning his forward.

"Or maybe... you don't wanna do it with him."

You furrowed your brows. "Meaning..? I don't really like him or what?"

Bakugo shrugged, "I mean, do you?"

You began sitting up. "Don't I?"

"Come on, Y/N." He raised a brow, giving you an unimpressed look, "You don't even text him unless he texts you."

"Yeah because he's always texting me."

"See! You even say it like you're frustrated." Bakugo jutted his arms out at you.

You paused, sitting up and pondering it.

Bakugo groaned. "Listen, I know you, okay? You- frankly, you're horny... more so than most people-"

You scowled at him.

"-and the fact that you don't even let him put his hands under your fucking skirt most times should tell you that you're probably not all that sexually attracted to him."

You stared at Bakugo, eyes narrowed as you began to see his point. "I guess you're on to something."

"Look," he began, "I honestly think you're just with him because of how aggressively he pursued you. And that's fucking dumb."

You pouted. "I guess... so now I have to find someone else to practice head with."

"Why do you wanna learn how to give head?" He laughed.

"Cause the girls were talking about giving head one time and I wanna be able to join in conversations." I groaned out, exasperated, and flopped back unto your back.

Bakugo took a moment to look you over, before adjusting his shorts and clearing his throat.

"I can give you pointers if you want."

Silence.

"What?" You mumbled, sitting back up, with your weight on your palms and narrowing your eyes at him.

He scowled at you. "I'm not repeating myself."

You rolled your eyes and hissed at his stubbornness. "You idiot."

"But..." You started slowly. "If you're offering to give me tips on sucking dick, I don't mind."

He shifted a bit. "Yeah... well- it'll only work if you're sexually attracted to me. If not, it'll just be like with that guy earlier- and shit would be awkward." He was looking away now.

"Wanna find out?"

And that was how he found himself heaving against his headboard with his shorts and boxers flung at the far end of his bed.

"Shitshit- fuck Y/N."

His hands were fisted into your hair, knees raised in the hair and thighs spread on either side of your head, as you laid on your stomach before him, nose pressed into his dark blonde pubic hair and lips wrapped tightly around his dick.

His eyes were blown wide, lips parted as grunts forced their way out his mouth.

It was just bordering on too much; the sensation of your mouth, and he'd suddenly realised how seriously you'd taken his analogy.

-"Consider it a bottle of smoothie or something, and there's that chunk that can't pass through the bottle mouth properly, so you're trying to suck it out." He'd said, holding his already hard dick against your cheek.

"That sounds stupid, Katsuki." You retorted, as you scowled up at him.

"That's the best I got, I ain't some sex therapist, okay!"-

"Oh shit- you're good," he groaned out, head thrown back and thighs quivering. "Fuck- fuck! Fuck, you're fucking good, baby. Just like that, yeah..!"

His grip on your hair tightened, pushing you down on his dick so he could feel the sliding of your tongue on his shaft as he dipped into your throat.

It didn't help that you were drooling all over him- and yourself-, your hand cupping his balls and squeezing softly.

He was going into overdrive, thrusting up unto your mouth, his eyes rolling back as he slipped down your throat over and over again, and he moaned as he felt you gag, your throat constricting against his tip.

He brought his head forward to peek over at you.

"Slut," he groaned out, eyeing your positioning; one hand infront of you, playing with his balls, and the other stretched underneath your body, fingers dipping into your sleepshorts. "You fucking slut- you like this shit, don't you?"

You moaned around his dick, vibrations coursing round his veins and your eyes looking up to meet his; lids hanging heavy and pupils blown out as you sucked on his cock.

He came heavy- hard. With spasming thighs and choked out groans as he spurted his seed down your throat.

It was a lot... too much. He kept spurting out his cum and his sight was blurry as he looked at you.

Now he couldn't look at you without remembering your stupid, fucked expression when you were between his legs. And it's weird, because all you're doing is grinning an Sato as you hover around him whilst he bakes.

It's stupid. He knows it is.

You don't even like him that way.

Part 2 has been posted here!

#bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo smut

[polaraffect]

why is interacting with people irl so frustrating fr. i need everyone to start just saying what they mean!!!

#damien.txt #haha it's the autism innit #fr though i am. so unbelievably frustrated with the people in my life rn. #they're deliberately obfuscating their schedules/plans to avoid hanging out with people and i need it to stop!!! #just say you don't want to hang out with me oh my god im fucking sick of thissss #also my friend group has gotten increasingly more cliquey and i am. not super happy about it /: i mean it happens but. god. #it's the end of this friend group i think. which like. was bound to happen + i knew it would but like... fuck #i don't have other friends so this puts me in a rough af position honestly. #guess that's on me for accidentally putting all my eggs into one basket #also i guess one thing that frustrates me the most in this is that the person heading this up is like. #the most moody fucking person i've ever met. god. #and he's being like 'we should just be spontaneous with the plans!' and like. bitch. you have never been spontaneous in your life. #what the fuck are you even talking about. stop it. #sooooooo yeah i am angry and yet there's nothing to be done about it except watch this whole thing crash and burn so. #that's fun. probably going to induce a lot of listening to fall out boy (which i am already doing lol) #emo phase revitalization as a coping mechanism for things going to shit haha #vent

[julietsbody]

romeo meets juliet — luke castellan x reader : chess can be played in many different situations. 

tags : 18+!! loser!luke (hes actually such a loser im sorry), college setting, brothers best friend!luke, mutual pining, religious imagery(?), classic literature references, body worship, smut, luke is pathetically in love 

a/n : save me nerdy boy with sad eyes save me

luke didn’t acknowledge your existence at first, he stuck to himself, from his classes, to his dorm, maybe even the lunchroom if his roomate, your brother, convinced him to come rather than just making all of his meals in the dorm. luke and your brother were complete opposites, luke was studying literature, mostly classic,  he didn’t speak to many people unless forced to— and your brother was studying engineering, which also basically required him to join a frat, and he spoke to nearly everyone with cockiness prominent in his tone. 

one thing they did have in common, though, was chess. 

now, your brother could never tell anyone, especially not his frat brothers, that he played chess, let alone was in the university’s chess club— but he felt pity for luke, most of the time luke played by himself, which was somehow equally as frustrating as having to play against someone else. 

the only people that knew about your brother playing chess was luke, the chess club, and you. 

luke remembers the first time you came trotting in to the dorm, complaining to your brother about some argument you had with your parents about how your friends are distracting you from your studies. your brother only rolls his eyes, barely listening to your non - stop whining about how it’s ridiculous, “i mean— you’re the one in a frat! why aren’t they mad at you?” 

“because i actually do my work,” he mumbles, and luke breathes out in a silent laugh, moving a piece on his chess board. 

“you’re in engineering, you don’t even have any actual work,” you frown, and albeit the fact that you’re wrong, you’re still confident in what you said. 

“are you stu— whatever,” your brother waves you off, deciding to change the subject when he motions to luke, the boy in a nirvana t-shirt, currently moving to a different side of the chess board as he plays against himself, “this is luke, my roommate, obviously.” 

luke immediately freezes, fingers curling around the chess piece he was adjusting to move— his eyes are wide, and they’re moving to look at you, only to immediately flicker to some other part of the room when they meet your expectant gaze. since he won’t speak first, you pick up the slack, “hey, luke.” 

your brother notices how luke looks like a scared, lost puppy even by the slightest implication of having to speak to a woman, let alone be perceived by one, so he moves to whisper in your ear, “he’s like, deathly afraid of women, i’ve never seen him speak to one, ever.” 

and you from that you don’t expect a response from luke, until he mumbles a short, “hi.” 

that’s when your head tilts, noticing the way his curls fall over his brows messily, like he doesn’t pay attention to styling it, or maybe it’s on purpose, maybe he pays too much attention to styling it. the way he wore something so simple, yet so telling about himself, the way he awkwardly places the chess piece back on the board on the spot he wanted to. he assumes the conversation is over, so he moves to the opposite side of the board to make a move against his own. 

“are you in the chess club?” you take a step closer, and he perks up, hand ghosting over the piece once more. 

luke doesn’t say anything, his lips twitch around words that don’t come out. your brother speaks in his place, “he’s the president, he’s a fucking grandmaster.”

luke just awkwardly laughs, moving his hand to scratch at the back of his neck, eyes moving from the board to you, then to your brother, “i’m not like— actually the president,” another awkward, short chuckle, “i just— like.. um.. play a lot, i guess.” 

“you are the president, dude,” your brother corrects, being insufferable as he always is. 

but luke puts up with it, then you ask another question, “what do you major in?” 

“literature,” luke responds for himself this time, finally able to move his hand to make a proper move on the chess board, before mumbling, “mostly classic.” 

“you’re kidding, i am too, how have i not seen you before?” 

luke’s eyes finally meet yours, now, pausing on your eyes, then resuming down the shape of your face, memorizing each feature, the curve of your lashes, the shape of your lips— he swallows thickly. 

“i just— sit in the back.. and go to my dorm— as soon as class ends,” there’s that awkward, short chuckle again. 

“have you finished the paper?” 

luke nods, and that’s when your brother finally gets a bright idea. 

“you should help her, luke, with the work.” 

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that’s how it all started, with a simple suggestion, that’s when you came to the dorm more often, when he began to notice that you were actually in his classes, and when you realized he had an awful staring problem. he thought he was slick with it too, letting his eyes move around the room for a mere.. twenty seconds before they finally snap to you, and from there, they stay, until you finally return the gaze and he’s immediately nervously looking away. 

he hardly speaks to you, unless your brother urges him to, and he’s always avoiding looking at you when he speaks, stumbling over words, pausing in sentences to catch his losing breath. he was a complete and utter loser, terrible when it came to socializing, even worse when it’s with girls. with you, it somehow seemed to worsen. 

“am i the first girl you’ve ever talked to?” you ask once, far too blunt for your own liking, you didn’t mean to really say it, it kind of just came out when seeing how much his leg bounced under the table with nervousness, nearly sweating himself to death under your gaze. 

sweat beads down his temple when his eyes flutter up to meet yours, moving from the romeo and juliet book in his hands. isn’t it so ironic that he had just gotten done reading the scene in which romeo says, “did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! for i ne'er saw true beauty till this night,” when seeing juliet for the first time? truly, it isn’t the first time he saw you, but it’s night, and you are beautiful. truly, utterly, “beautiful.” 

“what?” 

oh, oh my god. saliva bubbles in his mouth, sour saliva, and he gulps it down, hoping it would somehow be a form of poison that would wake him from this nightmare. does he say what he meant? that he was thinking out loud? that he thinks you’re beautiful? or should he deny it? deny. he bursts into awkward laughs, “what— what do you mean— i.. i didn’t even say anything.. ha, haha.” 

“why are you acting like that?” your brows furrow. 

“like what?” 

“like you’re hiding something.” 

his breathing only shakes anymore, “i’m not hiding anything.. that’s like— a wild accusation.” 

“it’s not an accusation, i’m just saying,” you frown at him. 

his adam’s apple bobs with another swallow, “okay but like—“ 

“why are you harassing him?” your brother sighs, tired how much you press luke. 

“i’m not— whatever, i was asking you— am i the first girl you’ve ever spoken to?” 

your brother barks out a laugh, and luke’s eyes fall back down to the book in his hands. did not having proper conversations with women make him any less? romeo grabbed juliet’s hand once, and the first words he uttered to her was a promise to redeem himself if his hand was too unworthy to be touching her holy one. parallels sear in his mind, and he just mumbles a, “not really.” 

he has spoken to women before, sure, small greetings, maybe even the slightest indulgence of conversation— but luke keeps to himself, and to be honest, he was a man used to running from women, as he did from his mother. he grew up being afraid of women, well, afraid isn’t the proper word, intimidated is better, and he just decided to avoid them as much as possible. 

though, no matter how much he tries to avoid you, you’re always there, in his sight, in his mind. maybe it’s a disgrace, like romeo holding juliet’s hand, for him to even be thinking of you, looking at you— you were a goddess that offered a man on his knees the slightest bit of your grace, and now he was hooked. 

it was pathetic, really, how he anticipated every time he suspected you would be over, how his eyes always found their way to you in class, how he made sure to purposefully walk past you in the lunchroom on the days he went, which was oddly more now. 

a man who is still a virgin to adore a girl far too good for him, he is hopeless. 

“it’s okay if i am,” you adjust, okay, there might be a little hope, “anyway, how do you like romeo and juliet?” 

“it’s pretty nice—“ he notices the way your face perks up in shock, “kind of, i don’t know.” 

“i think it’s a bore, i’m sure the movie is much better.” 

“we should watch the movie— um.. together, sometime.” 

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if luke was being completely honest with himself, he didn’t entirely mean to say it, and as soon as you left the dorm, he nearly doubled over with shock at his own words, and even more shock at the fact that you agreed. not only did you agree, you actually came, and it was just you and him. your brother was off at some frat party, again, and he had left luke completely alone with you, even when luke begged him not to. 

“you’re kidding, dude, i’m like— horrified of her,” luke frowns at your brother. 

“you need exposure therapy, or some shit, call me your therapist.” 

“you’re a shit therapist,” luke sighs, rubbing his temples. 

“and you need to grow some balls.” 

so, your brother left him, and now luke’s awkwardly standing with you at his door - step, staring at him expectantly, his lips twitch around so many possible words, possible sentences, and all that comes out is, “hey.” 

he’s been staring for you for at least a minute, and all he can say is hey. your lips curve to an amused smile, “hi, luke.” 

“um— you can come in, if you.. want, ‘course.” he moves out the way to let you in, watching you step past him so he can close the door. 

“i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want to,” you remark as if it’s the obvious, mostly because it is. 

when romeo stood underneath juliet’s balcony, he praised how captivating she was, considers her as glorious as an angel, a winged messenger above his head. in his own words : 

“one who makes mortals fall onto their backs to gaze up in awe as the angel strides across the clouds and sails through the air.”

consider luke on his back now, staring up at the stars in your eyes, the halo that shines above your head, the wings that flap with every stride you make— a goddess, an angel, venus incarnate, right before his eyes, staring at him like he had something deeply wrong with him. wait. he blinks a few times, and his eyes refocus onto your confused face. 

“are you okay, luke?” 

he quickly clears his throat, “yeah, yeah— duh, ‘course i am, uh.. we should,” he moves to the table in which his laptop was on, “watch the movie, yeah? ‘ts on my.. laptop, if you don’t mind.” 

“i don’t, at all,” you move to sit next to him on the couch in front of the table, watching the veins in his hands pulse, palms sweaty when he moves to open his laptop, shifting a few tabs and pressing a few keys until he mumbles a small okay and presses the space button. 

moaning. that’s all you hear, the sound of skin slapping, ah ah— oh fuck mmph you’re so b— luke slams the laptop shut. 

dear god, save him now. 

he can’t even bring himself to look at you, the sweat on his palms only worsens and spreads onto the top of the laptop as he smoothes his hands across it, replaying the scene a million times in his mind. to his surprise, you giggle, “you watch porn?” 

he’s quick to awkwardly scoff out a short laugh, “yeah— i mean, everyone does.. but like.. i don’t watch it— that much.” 

your finger moves to run along the vein on his arm, feeling him shudder under your touch, yet he doesn’t want you to stop, even the slightest touch makes his dick twitch in his pants, “are you a virgin, luke?” 

he inhales sharply, “y-yeah..” 

“do you want to have sex?” you lean the tiniest bit closer. 

he pauses, “yes.. of course—“ 

“with me?” 

“yes.” he responds quick, too fucking quick, it must’ve been at most a second after you said it for him to respond. the truth stings his tongue, to finally be able to say it out loud, how much he had fantasized about you in the late of night, even sneaking off to the bathrooms so his hand can dip underneath his waistband when he thinks about the times you’ve worn a tight shirt that frames your tits far too well. 

but it was wrong, wasn’t it? you were a goddess, on a pedestal, and he was merely just a man, staring up at your statue in the hopes that you would notice him one day. forbidden, possibly, but all those thoughts leave his mind when his eyes move from the finger tracing up his bicep to your neck, then your lips, then your eyes. 

“please tell me you’ve kissed before.” 

“yeah.. yeah— i have,” a playground kiss counts, right?

it seems to when your lips fall against his own, the kiss was so gentle, until he dared to kiss you back, then it got hungry, mostly on his end. he kissed you like a starving man, nearly devouring you but at the same time, being horrified to. your tongue finds it’s way into his mouth, and to your surprise, he whimpers against your lips.

his hands are hesitant, unsure of where to go, does he touch your arm? your shoulder? your waist? he doesn’t want to push anything, so the waist seems far too much, his hands awkwardly place themselves on your arm, in a very weird position. 

“have you touched a girl before?” 

his lips are flushed from the kiss, eyes glazing over the position of his hands, and he quickly moves them off, “sorry— well, i just.. um.. didn’t want to push anything.” 

“you can,” you reassure, but his hands still hesitate, the flesh of a goddess, to be touched by someone so inexperienced. was he really worth it? any of it? to even be in your presence was a blessing, and it was still taking him forever to register the fact that you had actually kissed him, prayers passed through your lips into his. 

“are you sure?” 

“‘course i am.” 

it still took luke some getting used to, having you straddle his lap, you knew so much, it felt like more than just an honor to have you so close to him. his eyes flicked from your own to your lips, then to your tits, the low v - cut showing off your cleavage perfectly. and he looked like a complete deer in headlights, staring at the flesh pushed together between the window of clothing. you smile at his lack of self control, feeling the way his dick throbs underneath his pants, right against your ass, “you can touch them.” 

“wha— nono, ‘ts okay— i just..” he trails off, sweaty palms moving past you to slide across his knees. 

“really, luke, you can— why don’t i just..” you move to take off your shirt, his eyes immediately catching on to the lace of your bra, the way your tits are practically spilling out of it, all until you take off your bra as well and they immediately fall out. 

his hand twitches around nothing, desperately wondering what it must feel like to have your flesh underneath his palm, fingers curling around the plush of it. it seems you must’ve heard his prayers when you move to take his hands, pulling them back to press against your tits. 

soft, that’s his first thought, sweat sticks to your skin when his fingers curve around the flesh, gripping it ever so gently. praises spill from his lips almost immediately, thoughts he had since the day he saw you, finally being spoken, “y’re beautiful— fuck, i’ve always.. always wanted to— do this..” 

you smile so sweet at him, nectar nearly drips off your teeth, “can i ride you, luke?” 

his eyes finally meet yours, brows furrowing for a mere second, “huh— oh, oh.. yeah, ‘course you can.” 

you didn’t expect him to have a big, no matter how cruel that sounds, you had heard rumors of nerds with big dicks, but sought to never believe it until you saw it, and good fucking lord you saw it. as soon as his dick springs out from the pants and boxers you were tugging down, luke’s hands mindlessly moved to your waist, your eyes widen. 

no fucking way. he has to be.. six? seven inches, at least. slightly girthy too, he wasn’t all just length, and precum was beading from his red tip. he immediately inhales sharply when your fingers graze his dick, nervous under your gaze, “is it too small— i.. i’m sorry—“ 

“too small?” you scoff playfully at his scared expression, worried of what you think, “this might be the biggest dick i’ve ever seen, luke.” 

“that’s— a good thing.. right?” 

“obviously, god, it better fit,” this is the first time you’ve ever been concerned about whether or not a dick will fit, luke stiffens when you spit on your palm, pressing it to his dick and wettening it as you jerk him off, his response is immediate, carefully gripping at your skin and pressing his lips together to muffle his whimpers. 

luke had jerked of many, many times, but it never felt as good as this. 

“fuck—“ he grunts out, already far too close from just a simple hand movements. 

you immediately stop, picking up on his nearing orgasm from the way his hips kept bucking up into your hands, pathetic whines slipping past his lips, but it was just so cute. the cutest thing, though, was his face when he got the first look at your vagina, he looked like a man staring at a piece of art he had admired. and this was art, sex was, you were, everything about you, it felt so sacred. 

his lashes flutter when you take his hand, guiding it to your sopping cunt, allowing him to feel the wetness that was nearly pouring from you. like nectar from a fountain, it coated his fingertips when he touched you, his eyes focused onto your face, making sure that he was doing it right. he notices the way you gasp when his fingertips brush against your clit, so he presses against it again, and again. 

he follows everything he has seen in pornos, spreading your folds, fingers grazing past your entrance, rubbing your clit— but he’s lost when you wave him off before he can finger you to prep you for his dick, wasn’t that something people did? “but don’t you…” 

“it’ll fit,” you mumble back, relying on how wet you are to make it easier. 

he watches the way your jaw falls when you move to press his tip against your entrance, allowing the tip to push into you and it’s already too big. his eyes widen at the feeling of your walls clenching around his tip, unable to hold back the noises that slip from his own lips. 

“you’re like— the.. the girl of my dr— fuck— dreams,” luke hushed out between his mess of moans and grunts, he wondered if romeo ever felt this way when he kissed juliet for the first time, the sort of electric rush that riddled his bones, it felt unreal. you were a dream incarnate, one luke was always haunted with, the woman that would show up when his eyes would close at night, and now you were on his lap, sinking down on his dick. 

“am i? really?” you question, inhaling sharply when you finally reach the base of his cock. for some odd reason, you didn’t believe you were all he was putting you up to be, and that made him sick— how could you think of yourself as any less? you were perfect, a vision, to be fair, luke would adore you even if you were an enemy, just like romeo and juliet. 

he would stand at your balcony, stare at you from across the ballroom, kiss your knuckles, kiss you— he would do it all. he might even drink poison just to spend eternity with you. 

“yes, yes— are you.. kidding? mmph.. fuck— you’re like.. a fuckin’ goddess,” it comes out like a prayer, as if he was on his knees at your altar, kissing your legs, and whispering worshipping words. 

to nobody’s surprise, luke doesn’t last long at all when you’re bouncing on his cock, no matter how much he tried to distract himself from his throbbing cock by pawing at your tits, or moving to kiss you, his orgasm was just too close. “‘m g’na.. please.. g’na cum.. mmphh.. fuck!” 

when he does cum, you had pulled off him, jerking him off, and he’s practically writhing, a whimpering and damn near crying mess. and once he’s helped you to your orgasm as well, you’re falling into his arms, finding a safe - haven in how he smells like old books, mint, and cheap cologne. 

two star crossed lovers, one capulet, one montague. 

“these violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder. which, as they kiss, consume.” — romeo and juliet, act two, scene six.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #pjo luke #charlie bushnell imagine #charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell #loser!luke

[bibluebutterfly]

Hoo boy. Now I've made it known multiple times on my blog that I LOATHE the whoobiefication of Vox, but lets get into why/how Vox is NOT a good person nor a baby that needs protecting and why he's all the better for it. Buckle up ladies and gentlemen, this will be long.

Now, why isn't Vox a good person? Easy. Because he (along with the other Vees) is supposed to be the bad guy of the story. Shocking, I know. Vox was NEVER intended to be a good person, and some of y'all just need to accept that.

Now for the long part: HOW is he not a good person?

Well, first of all, his literal introduction is an ad selling drones HE DESIGNED specifically for stalking,"peeping on the neighbors has never been more stylish"

Right off the bat, this tells us he doesn't care about people unless he can profit off them.

Which is also backed up by the point that he ADVERTISES Val and Vels "love potions" which are basically just roofies.

Again. This man ONLY cares about profit first and foremost, screw the people who can get hurt/SA'd by his products.

Next, he has a power of hypnosis which he is NOT hesitant to use. He can take away someones free will at a glance and uses that to his full advantage.

He's also very willing to give Val his lowest earners to shoot. Notice that he does so with no hesitance and no regret.

Also, (and most significantly) he's a huge, HUGE enabler. This guy has cameras EVERYWHERE, ESPECIALLY when Valentino is involved. He's got cameras in Val's room, Angels old room, at Vals corner of the club (which moves when Val does), there's NO WAY he DOESN'T know that Val is a r@pist.

And DESPITE that, he still sleeps with the man, is very likely in love with him, and oh yeah, FUNDS HIS WHOLE DEAL. The cameras Val uses are Voxtech cameras.

Val may be the one who does the dirty work but Vox willingly and knowingly makes a profit off of that. He doesn’t just know and do nothing, he actively HELPS Val out and obviously has no second thoughts nor regrets about it.

This is not a look of disgust or discontent, this is fondness. Genuine fondness. For Valentino. As a PERSON. Let that sink in.

There’s also the implications that Vox is jealous of the attention Angel gets from Val. Angel gets abused constantly by Val, Vox KNOWS, and still hates Angel because of the sheer fact that he takes up so much of Vals attention.

Not to mention the HEAVY implications that he gets off on watching people suffer.

“Well Vox can still do better than Val!!”

While I’m at it, I guess I should bring up the fact that BOTH Vox and Val are MASSIVE red flags.

With Val, aside from the obvious, he’s also a huge attention whore for Vox and isn’t afraid to break Vox’s property if Vox doesn’t pay attention to him. Yeah Vox gets frustrated with him, who wouldn’t be when their lover is throwing temper tantrums every other day?

With Vox, again, aside from the obvious, isn’t afraid to handle Val roughly when he’s mad, and literally screams about how watching his arch nemesis/obsession get the crap beat out of him is better than sex. Right in front of Val by the way. In regular circumstances, 9.98/10 that’s gonna get your ass dumped in a second.

Not to mention the mutual condescension ation towards each other.

And as much as fans (including myself admittedly) like to shit on Val for being a man child, Vox is literally no better.

Plus the explosive tempers.

Seriously. Vox LITERALLY cannot do better than Val. Vox is the only one who can put up with Vals BS and vice versa.

OH YEAH and lets not forget one last thing: VOX ALSO ABUSES HIS OWN EMPLOYEES.

This dude is scared of him, and it’s NOT because he’s worried about getting fired.

So yes. Vox is not nor HAS EVER been a good person.

And for me personally, I love that. I love that he’s entertaining yet awful. I love his dynamic with Alastor, and I love his relationship with Val even more.

If you’re wondering why I personally love Staticmoth, it’s because basic couple rules do not apply to them. They’re both toxic narcissistic red flags and therefore they can be as awful as they want to each other, and the other will simply shake it off. Yet there’s still heavy trust between the two (never being scared of each other) and they still have little moments together where they’re genuinely happy. It’s unique, and something I’ve never seen in media before.

Basically, if you liked Vox better when you thought he was a poor little baby being abused by Val, read a fan fiction. There’s a lot of them out there.

But people really just need to accept the fact that he’s an awful person. Always has been. He’s not better than Val by ANY means. He and Val are both evil pricks who deserve each other.

And guess what? LIKING AN EVIL CHARACTER DOES NOT MEAN YOU SUPPORT THEIR CHOICES. IT’S OKAY TO LIKE VOX EVEN IF HE IS EVIL.

But don’t go on saying that Vox was “ruined” as a character when all signs have always pointed to him being terrible.

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