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loaksbitch · 1 year

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virgin town ✶ e. landry

both inexperienced!ethan x reader having whole fuck-business deal to lose their virginity to each other but it’s so awkward and awkward? — yeah, ethan brain rot it real.

pairing : both inexperienced!ethan x inexperienced!reader

warnings : p in v, virginity loss, mention of panicking and anxiety, unprotected sex (yeah, no. wrap it before you tap it.) no orgasm (yikes, i know.) kissing, super caring and shy ethan <3

you bite your lips hard when you enter his bedroom.

everything was all set and perfect as if he did it on purpose since you were coming to his place. — of course he would, especially after having a whole business of fucking you. — your eyes wander around while your nostrils savored the jasmine like scent that filled the room, even the bed was neatly folded.

ethan on other hand rubs his sweaty palms together, clearing his throat that caused you to slightly jump. his “shit, sorry.” doesn’t get unnoticed by you before you give him a soft yet nervous smile.

the room is so awkwardly quiet making ethan wish he could just disappear out from your sight. the panic from days before still dwelling in his gut. what if i screw up? he can’t help but think.

“are you thirsty?” ethan calls behind you, voice cracking slightly.

your ears are red, skin tingling just with his deep voice asking if you were thirsty. you give him a soft shake before muttering, “no?” as a question.

you carefully swing down your bag to the couch of his bedroom, bending your knees a little and ethan almost groaned at your posture. you’re so fucking hot.

“you can sit down.” he breathes out a chuckle, sensing your nervousness which was also making him extremely nervous. his voice was too calm but in reality, ethan just wanted to run to his bathroom and throw up.

you take his order, collectively taking a seat on the small sofa and checking your surroundings.

the room was pretty, posters of some band he liked plastered to his wall, you gulp when your eyes land to the clean bed. you were too distracted to even notice ethan was now sat beside you, his right leg bouncing due to the anxiety.

“so,” he began. “you kinda freaking out too?”

you bite on your cheeks, giving him a nod and murmuring a firm “yes.”

ethan quick breathed out strong, clearing his throat and running his hand through his brown curls. “good, it’s not just me then.”

the air was again back to uncomfortable shape of silence. you looking the other way and ethan doing the same to avoid your eyes. jesus christ, when is this going to end?

“uuh,” he was the first to say something again, “before we do it i just want to clarify something.” he brings himself to face you. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to do this because you just agreed the other day.” you give him a blank stare and ethan mentally cries.

“i mean, you can back out if you changed your mi—“

“no, i want this.” you suddenly say and watch the scared man’s mouth twitch for a smile. “i want this too.” ethan agrees, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.

this whole situation felt surreal, ethan does not want to disappoint you. he wants to make you feel good and he will of course try to do his best with what he got to watch on hubs and sites.

“thank you.” you manage to say and ethan raise his brows slightly confused. “for checking if i’m having second thoughts y’know.”

ethan softly smiles before taking a deep breath, nodding and getting on his feet to offer a hand out to you.

you swallowed hard, feeling the tip of your fingers and toes going ice cold, you take his hand. this was really going to happen.

he held onto your hand gently and led you to his bed. his brown eyes still on yours, ethan licks his lips not knowing a single fuck to do right now. so, he clears his throat for the thousand times.

“you can still… change your mind,” your inside twists, you don’t want to have a second thought. you don’t want to be a geeky virgin anymore and so does ethan, why is he offering you a gate to leave?

“i want this, e.” your eyes meet. “but if you’re having second t—“

“what! no- i mean yeah.. fuck, no. i want you.” you flinch at the sudden outburst. “i want this too.” his hold tightened on your hand as if he’s getting through a mental crisis.

you can hear your heartbeat in your ear.

ethan then starts to lean close to you, brining his face close to yours until his soft lips were ghosting yours. it felt like you were trembling and he could sense it, and now when your lips finally met, you felt his breath hit your skin shakily.

you can’t help but find a small sense of comfort when you heard his breathing. ethan was freaking out as you.

ethan let go of your small hand and gently placed them on your hips while yours came to his broad chest and lightly slid to his shoulder. trying to deepen the kiss, ethan nudged your nose by his, pushing into your mouth slightly harder.

slowly, his hand crept to your lower back, large hand fisting on your shirt like he wants you out of it. ethan pressed you closer to him, your tits flush and kiss deepening.

you, yourself wanted the distance between you both to disappear and so, you wrapped your hands to the back of his neck and held him close. but, it was short lived when you felt his body literally stir which caused you to take a step back.

“sorry.” he put some space between you both.

ethan began to unbutton his shirt while you took sign and pulled on your top. you were so slow, waiting for him to get completely bare so you can at least feel less stressed and do it after him but ethan was painfully slow.

ethan wanted you to look at him, look at him when he discarded his cloth but he knows you’d probably freeze at your spot if you knew he was staring at you.

both of you were now standing in front of each other, undergarments being the only fabric that’s covering you two.

he was left with his brief, his undershirt and pants on the floor. your eyes took the sight in front of you. ethan was big than you expected, his clothes coving his broad shoulders and defined muscles.

your eyes involuntarily traveled down to where something poked on your tummy when ethan pressed you close to him while kissing you.

as if you were hit on your gut, something tightened in you, causing you to cover your eyes and get to your sense. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! so sorry!” you apologize.

if he wasn’t catching up, ethan knew no fuck on what made you say sorry about but he knew and he laughed. your reaction was adorable, along with the reddening skin of your neck and cheeks.

“hey, it’s okay.” ethan’s breath hitches for a moment. he takes a step towards you, uncovering your eyes by taking your hand off your eyes. “want to keep going?” he asks and you just look away before giving him a quiet hum.

he’s definitely about to lose it.

this time, ethan sat himself on the edge of his bed before hiding you to follow his actions. the more his eyes scanned your body, the more ethan felt his cock twitch. he leans to capture your lips again, much softer and gentle this time. he smiles to your lips when your teeth clink.

your body was being pushed to the mattress, ethan easing you to get to the middle part of the plush. you both were still kissing, soft hum leaving ethan’s lips when you whimper and your hand comes in direct contact to his skin.

pair of lungs burned and the demand for oxygen won and so, the curly head leaned back and sat on his knees, already comfortable and very much feeling hot between your thighs.

the briefs was now too tight for his bulge to be restrained.

“i, uh,” he took a breath in from his nose. “i think i should take this off now?” if was as if he was asking you and ethan never wanted to punch himself right this moment. fucking pussy.

“yeah.” you only swallow, not really knowing what to do or say, so you just turn your face to the side and close your eyes. he wanted to take his briefs off so you’re gonna let him do it with no awkwar–

“can you stop that?” ethan suddenly says and you frown your brows before turning to face him. “stop what?”

“stop looking away, you’re making me nervous.” it was true, ethan was literally sweating. “would you rather i stare at you while you…get naked?” if it makes it slightly better then fuck yes! ethan wanted to say so bad but he just stood silent and hooked his hand to his waistband to pull and discard it down.

your breath quickened, eyes staring at his while his bored to yours. he then gout out off it before throwing it behind his back and leaning to hook his fingers to your panties.

you both did not need to talk or say anything, you just gave him a nod for him to tug it down and remove it from you. uncovering you for him bare.

the light squeak your throat made almost had the boy on top of you jump out of his own skin. “what? what’s wrong?” you found how he protectively put his hand on your hips very adorable. “no, i’m fine, it’s just– cold down th-there y’know.”

oh.

“do you want to keep going?” ethan asks again.

“yes.” he nodded at your word, separating your knees and laying on top of you. the way his touch brushed all over your sensitive skin made you shiver and inhale sharp. “okay— are you ready?” his breath was ragged and you swore he was literally trembling above you. ethan can’t help but mimic your actions and nod with you when you give him a consent.

he kept his eyes on your face the whole time when he guided himself in you, so he’s well prepared to stop if you show a hint of discomfort.

you, under him, cinched your eyebrows when you felt a pressure surfacing inside you and every time ethan worked himself on top of you, it became heavier and heavier. the curly-head was heaving, he didn’t want to hurt you so he was trying to be as slow as possible.

your nails dug into his chest, gritting your teeth and taking deep breath to stop thinking about the aching down your cunt.

you heard the first time would hurt, it will of course differ from people to people but your tight muscles did not choose you this time because this shit stings like a bitch. why the hell do quinn or other girls go crazy about this?

“you alright?” a familiar voice brought you back to reality, where your legs are spread open and ethan was still not even bottomed out. “yeah,” you half-lied. “i’m okay.”

ethan was breathing fast, not knowing if he’s supposed to tell you you feel so good or just kiss you. he just focused again, blinking rapidly and locking eyes with yours which was solely glossy with tears he bit on his lips and pushed flush against you, completely bottomed out.

your shin of cry and hiss grunt officially surfaced over his bedroom. this was it, you two were not geeky, stupid virgin town nerds anymore.

ethan pressed his forehead against yours, breath labored and eyes hazy. this feels so fucking amazing. he stayed there for a while, at least until you tapped his torso and cleared your throat. you’re trying to suffocate the sinful sound inside you but the man pressing you down was not it.

ethan whimpered lightly, bracing himself up and watching your flushed face. your lips were parted up, brows furrowed, with every slow thrust, every sigh sipped out of you.

the feeling was uncomfortable at first and ethan felt way too heavy and thick inside you. your cheeks were pink, the bridge of your nose rosy as well.. you’re so cute. and when you did not look like you’re in pain anymore, ethan pulled before thrusting all his way inside you.

you moan.

you moan and ethan feels his spine turn cold with chill.

god, he needs to hear more of that. more of you.

self-control slipping away, ethan felt his hips pick its own pace and started to fuck you senseless. you suddenly wrapped your arms on his neck, pulling him down and causing him to fall onto your covered breast, a huff leaving his lips. ethan was confused and about to pull back until he felt you shake your head.

“no, please no.” you whisper to his chest. “i don’t want you to watch me li–“ he cuts you off, pulling himself up with force that he almost brought you up with him. “i. want. to.” he says before his eyes land on your soft pink, matching with your panties he just threw away bra.

one arm still supporting his weight, the other crippled up to your top and pulled on it slightly.

his forehead was sweaty, no, his whole body was about to drown. while still his hips continued to fuck you, his hand unclipped the hook of the bra. “e.” you whine, “e?” ethan asks, biting on his lips to stop himself from pressing you to the bed. “ethan, please.” you plea to which you have no reason to but the sound and moans escaping you was hard to stop.

the name you just gave him was enough to drive him wild and ethan started to push harder that your body was sliding up to the mattress and the headboard slamming with the wall making a loud sound.

you felt unfamiliar bubble building in you and brought your hand to his chest. it still was stingy but you wanted to keep feeling his deep strokes. not until a sudden pressure swelled inside you.

“wait.” you said and it fell to deaf ears at first. “e, wait. hold on.” with every thrust ethan gave you, the pressure was getting heavier and very discomforting. if it wasn’t your legs tightening against him and being a barrier, you knew ethan would have just fucked himself in you shamelessly.

“shit, what’s wrong?” he was quick to halt his pace.

“something wrong? did i hurt you?” he was checking for any signs on your face but you just gave him a hesitant push on his abs. ethan understood something was up and you wanted to stop and so, he completed ceased moving.

“want to stop?” he was out of breath.

“i think so?” you say with a questioning manner. whatever this stupid heavy shit was inside you? you couldn’t handle it anymore. (you were about to orgasm)

ethan smiled before pressing a reassuring kiss on your forehead. “alright, we can stop.” your heart doesn’t miss a beat nor forget how your chest tighten when he kissed you on the head. you two moan and hiss when ethan pulls out completely before rolling over and laying next to you.

it was silent for a moment, shallow breath and the sound of ethan swallowing his spit filled the room.

“i didn’t hurt you too much, did i?” he asks.

oh so he noticed how you were on verge of crying. “no..well kinda.” you lay flat on the mattress, head turned to find him doing the same by staring at you. “thank you.” you suddenly say, “for listening to me.” ethan knits his eyebrows, confused with what you said before it hits him.

you’re thanking him for listening and stopping.

ethan just gives you a tight smile, coming closer to you while he’s still sweaty and naked. taking you to his arms. “and thank you for wanting to sleep with me.” he murmurs which causes you to let a soft laugh out and hum. “me too honestly.” you tiredly reply.

it’s not surprising how you both are calm right now, well because it’s obvious once you two come to the right state of your mind, it’s really going to be awkward and weird for a while but screw it. you two just fucked and it’s okay, you are friends.

it was just a casual hook up, both geeks losing their virginity and nothing special— it should have been special —so nothing serious is gonna happen after this, right?

you close your eyes at the the thought and decide to just rest a bit.

ethan on other hand nervously licks his lips, heart swelled with the fact you’re comfortably laying in his chest and low-key praying you’re not noticing how his heart was beating so fast because of you. he wishes this can actually happen one more tim—

what? hold on right there. no, wait— wait. yeah, no nothing is gonna happen between you two again and he was going to make sure of that (which of course he’ll fail terribly.)

i seriously did not notice how it got to 2.8k words — like + reblogs are very appreciated and not pressured! mwah **

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qqueenofhades · 2 months

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I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to argue with people about the worthlessness of voting third party. They just keep insisting that the influence is worth it, and that I was a coward for daring to suggest that we don't HAVE any other options than Democratic. I even cited how voting third party likely played a part in Al Gore losing ffs.

There's no "likely" about it, Ralph Nader DID directly cost Gore the election. He ran explicitly on the same "both parties are the same, so leftists/liberals should vote for me instead" rhetoric that we are still seeing among the Online Left, and it was successful: he got, for example, over 97,000 votes in Florida. Bush won Florida (and thus the presidency) by a miniscule 537 votes, after the fuckery of Bush v. Gore and SCOTUS ordering the recount stopped in Bush's favor. If the tiniest percentage of those Nader voters had gone for Gore, we would have had a president who was arguing in favor of tackling climate change in the year 2000. We would have been incredibly ahead of the curve. We would, in all likelihood, have a president who took the CIA's warnings of an impending al-Qaeda attack in the US seriously. We would not have had the disastrous Afghanistan and Iraq invasions and the "War on Terror," the rampant Islamophobia, "No Child Left Behind," the 2008 economic crash, and everything else that Dubya and his band of bloodthirsty neocons inflicted on us in the early aughties. Look, I try not to look back too much, but having Gore instead of Bush as president would have reshaped the entire timeline we're living in to such an unfathomably better degree that every moron thinking of voting third party For The Protest should be sat down and forced to learn this history intimately. Of course, they already saw it happen in real time in 2016, but they didn't care about that either.

The good news is: there are plenty of persuadable voters out there, and you can do work to reach them and convince them to vote for Democrats! They're just not online, because all the Online Leftists are terminally brain-poisoned against voting anyway and trying to argue with them is generally a waste of time. Instead, what you should do is take a gander at the following links:

This is the one-stop shop page for volunteering to get Democrats elected. You can do in-person and remote work, there are tons of different ways to get involved (i.e. you don't have to go directly out and knock doors if that's not something you're comfortable with), and your local Democratic party will welcome the volunteer help. There is also a page for finding your state party website:

I went there, clicked on my state, opened the webpage, and there was a "Volunteer" link right in the header, with an easy and quick form to fill out to register your interest and explain the kinds of work you would be interested in doing. You can canvass directly, you can manage data on the back end, you can phone bank, you can send texts and postcards to voters who may need an extra nudge, you can otherwise work with your state party in lots of ways, and it will be so much more productive and make you feel so much better than arguing with online idiots who will never, ever change their minds. What you can do is reach out to voters in your own community, in your own state, and have conversations with people who actually ARE willing to listen, but might need a little more educating on the facts, what's at stake, the truth about this election, and the danger that Trump poses. All of this will convert into critically important Democratic votes, and you can actually put your desire to make a difference into action. So yeah. I would 100% suggest you do it this way instead. Good luck.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

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locketsvault · 3 months

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「 CUDDLING WITH BSD MEN PT 4/4 」

pairings: tecchou x reader ፥ jouno x reader ፥ tachihara x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: talks of disabilities in jounos part

other parts: ada ᨒ port mafia ᨒ doa + the guild ᨒ the hunting dogs

a/n: tachiharas is short since I haven’t entirely figured him out, I hope that’s okay!

// tecchou suehiro ⌇˚.༄

⮑ He promised you to always take care of you and he means it.

⮑ He pulls you into a hug by grabbing the back of your head and leading you into his arms. Sometimes he will even tuck your face into his neck. Honestly you could melt into his arms, he’s just that comfortable and safe. Don’t think too hard on it though, we all know he’s muscular—.

⮑ He has designated cuddles based on your mood, I’m dead serious. He is very observant and came to the opinion cuddle positions are based on moods. He’s surprisingly not wrong. If you have aches he will hold you close which rubbing/massaging the area. He is the definition of attentive.

⮑ He doesn’t see the appeal of pda but he doesn’t mind it either. If you’re the type to do pda then okay, if not that’s also okay. As long as it’s not flashy pda in front of his co workers.

⮑ His cuddles never fail, he’s always comfortable no matter what. Honestly I’d like to compare him to a security blanket. I’d love to at least hug this man, at least once.

⮑ 10/10 cuddles, you always come first to him.

// jouno saigiku ⌇˚.༄

⮑ My poor baby with insane hypersensitivity. Good luck.

⮑ It’s canon that all of his senses are very heightened. I feel like too much touch could easily overwhelm him. He’s talked about being able to hear heartbeats and internal body movements. I think that being too close to someone can overwhelm him not just talking about him telling tecchou to stop breathing. If you did cuddle it cannot be in silence or he could get overwhelmed.

⮑ And I imagine touch is a similar amount of torture for him. He feels everything x10. Too much touch can be suffocating to him. I adore jouno and physical touch, I’d love to say he loves cuddles, but in all honesty as someone who has a normal amount of hyper sensitivity I genuinely think it could get too much for him.

⮑ When he can handle cuddling he’s always in control or the big spoon. He keeps the touching to a minimum usually, like holding hands. But if he notices you need more he will compromise and give it to you. Sometimes though he will give in and let you hold him instead. Though sadly it’s usually when he crashes badly.

⮑ It takes a while but he will adjust to being able to hold each other close, which is quite nice. However when he does get overwhelmed he can be a bit mean I’m sorry but it’s true.

⮑ 3/10, it’s rare and minimum or else he might lose it.

// tachihara michizo ⌇˚.༄

⮑ I don’t really see him as much of a cuddler, especially when he’s under cover.

⮑ I don’t think he dislikes cuddling or physical affection, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think it’s his style. Unless you tell him you enjoy it and would like to do it, he doesn’t do it much. And when he does, he’s such a guy about it.

⮑ He’s always a big spoon, I don’t see him being comfortable being a little spoon. Also this is very strange to say but he can act like such a sibling when cuddling you. Except when you or he needs it, then he takes it serious and is surprisingly gentle.

⮑ He does not like pda, he doesn’t understand the appeal and just doesn’t like it. When he’s with the port mafia he’s got an image to uphold, being in a relationship or at the least being affectionate is a big no. And with how much he gets teased by the other hunting dogs I’d say he tries his best not to get caught. It doesn’t always work though.

⮑ 3/10 cuddles, when you get your cuddles lol.

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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between the lines | kth

summary: the boy you have a crush on loves to draw between the lines of your notebook.

✨ title: between the lines | ✨ pairing: taehyung x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff | college!au | ✨ rating: g | ✨ word count: 1.3k ✨ warnings: none (?) is this the first time this has happened?? lol at least i don't think there are any, if you find one lmk. ✨ a/n: thank you to @alphabetboyluvr for helping me with this fic title and the hubs for helping me draw some things! and happy birthday to taetae.

"Can I get a piece of paper? I forgot my notebook."

Without hesitation, you tore out a piece from yours and handed it to Kim Taehyung - the boy you had been crushing on since the first day of class. He first caught your eye when he showed up in a full-on suit, which you thought was odd, then on other days, he'll show up in a hoodie and sweats. He loved flip-flopping between the two styles.

"Can I also borrow a pen?" he asked with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, hoping you didn't mind him asking more of you.

You chuckled and shook your head. How could you say no to that face? So you began digging through your bag for a pen. "Are you always this forgetful?" you asked, pointing the pen at him, waiting for him to take it. But also, how does someone come to class unprepared? It's not like it's a surprise.

Taehyung smiled. "Yes," he said, plucking it from your grasp.

"Don't lose it. It's my favorite pen." You already felt you wouldn't be seeing your pen again. There was a twinge of regret in your heart when he clicked the pen and began scribbling away. God, he's going to use all the ink!

Your professor continued his lecture. Twenty minutes in, and you couldn't stop yawning. An eight o'clock class was just too early for anyone's brain to function, but you wanted to get this class out of the way. And you liked the rest of your day free from classes.

Since you were young, you have always doodled in your notebook—little stars or spirals in the corner. You couldn't draw to save your life, but it helped pass the time.

You covered your mouth as another yawn escaped - the third one in ten minutes. You straighten your posture, hoping it will help.

Taehyung looked over, watching you struggle to stay awake. He focused on the pen, and the top was adorned with a brown bear. He leaned into your personal space, taking his thumb and index finger, and squeezed the bear.

"What are you doing?" you whispered as he squashed the bear violently between his thumb and index finger.

"It's squishy," he said, marveling at the softness.

You yanked it away from him. It's not like you were writing anything important, you were doodling, but he was interrupting. And yes, you bought this specific pen because it was cute, squishy, and a good stress reliever.

"…Sorry," he mumbled, sinking back into his chair. He returned to his previous position, facing the front.

You scowled at him, looking at his paper; he had nothing written down. What was the point of you giving him paper and a pen if he wasn't going to use them? You ignored the cute boy with fluffy hair and continued doodling away — swirls, clouds, and stars filled the corner of your notepad.

The professor's words went in one ear and out the other as you mindlessly drew; from your peripheral view, you could feel Taehyung's eyes back on you. Then you could see his raised arm coming in your direction, his pen drawing a nine-square grid with a big X in the middle.

You turned to him, catching his smirk before returning to the grid, marking an O in the top right corner. The two of you continued until it was a cat's game, and you would not let him win. Turning to him, you playfully stuck your tongue out before returning your focus to your professor. But you should've known that Taehyung wasn't finished playing games.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take note of this section in the chapter because it will be on the next exam. This exam will be worth ten percent of your grade," said your professor.

You were ready to jot down the chapter he referenced but Taehyung nudged your hand, writing the letters: M.A.S.H.

God, he was relentless, wasn't he?

Growing up, you and your older sister used to play this silly game all the time. In the 'future partner' column, you wrote down your choices: Park Jimin — Taehyung's best friend, and Jeon Jungkook – Taehyung's roommate. And you were going to write down Yoongi, the TA but Taehyung knocked your hand out of the way, scribbling down his name.

The next column was the number of kids. The two of you took turns writing down numbers: 2, 99, and 4. You rolled your eyes at his 99. Imagine pushing out 99 kids? Is that even possible?

It was time to choose places you'd want to live. You'd always dreamt of Sydney and Paris, which you quickly wrote down before Taehyung wrote his choice — New York. His was also a good one, you couldn't complain.

Next was the type of transportation, and being the jokester he was, Taehyung scribbled a tandem bike, making you roll your eyes. Your choices were a Range Rover and, for giggles, a school bus. Taehyung snorted when he saw what you wrote.

You mouthed, "What"?

"Cute," he mouthed back.

You grinned at his comment. Did he mean you were cute or what you wrote was cute?

And lastly, was the column for future occupation. You paused to think as though this silly little game was real life, writing down tech bazillionaire. If you chose 99 children, you need to be able to provide for all of them. For the last two options, you let Taehyung choose: astronaut and art curator.

Now was the moment of truth, drawing the spiral to determine your fate. You elbowed Taehyung. "Tell me when to stop," you told him as you closed your eyes. With your pen to paper, you began drawing a spiral.

He leaned in, whispering, "Stop."

You opened your eyes, clearing your throat, when you realized how close he was to you. Looking at the spiral you drew, you counted seven lines and began counting and eliminating the written choices.

Taehyung snickered when his friends' names were crossed out, and you circled his name. "Guess we're getting married," he teased, licking his lips.

Honestly, you'd marry him in a heartbeat, no questions asked, given that you hardly knew the guy. It would help if you had a real conversation before letting him get on his knees.

You continued eliminating the choices written on the paper. Taehyung peered over to see the results of the silly game. He flashed a wide grin, chuckling softly. You guessed he was happy with the results, which concluded in a marriage to Kim Taehyung, with four kids, living in an apartment in Paris. The two of you would have to figure out the tandem bicycle as a mode of transportation because it wasn't suitable for a family of six. The occupation aligns more with Taehyung than it did with you. He was definitely artsier than your silly doodles on your paper.

You peered over at him again, but he was focused on the professor. You wondered what other interests and hobbies he had and if he was a good flirt through conversations, not just on paper.

"Okay, class. I will see you on Friday. Please study hard, and if you have any questions, you can reach me via my office hours."

Finally, the class was over, and you were getting ready to gather your things, but Taehyung stopped you from closing your notebook.

"What are you doing?" you asked, glaring at him as he scribbled something before closing it. He grinned as you watched him take off without saying a word. You wondered what his deal was

Half the class was already gone by the time you finished gathering your things. You flipped to the page the two of you had been writing on. Scanning the page, you saw what he wrote: I like you.

You had to give it to him. He knew how to make you blush with the simplest of things. Quickly, you grabbed your things to try and find him. You poked your head out the door, looking both ways before you spotted him. You caught his gaze just as he turned back.

"What about my pen?!" you yelled out after him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "If you want it, come and get it."

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fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper · 27 days

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Announcing a fandom community server!

Hi, guys! This is sorta directed at my followers but also Obey Me fans (and other fandom people).

I mentioned, like, a looong time ago I wanted to do a community server, but I didn't really understand how to use Discord, but since then I've been in a zine, a few collabs, and hosted my own collabs (currently running one for Lucifer 👀). So, I have the experience and knowledge of running a server now!

My urge to create a fandom-centric server has really bloomed and after sitting on the it for a year, I feel confident enough yet still anxious to release a link of an invitation to it (found at the bottom)! It's still fresh, and bots haven't been implemented yet, but I really want to push this out.

I myself am in a lot of different fandoms, obviously Obey Me, but also Baldur's Gate, Stardew Valley, Kingdom Hearts, Persona games, What in Hell is Bad, a few obscure fandoms (like Alien Stage and Touchstarved) and older ones (Homestuck), so I have all the intentions to have this server be inclusive to webcomics, anime and manga and adjacent media, games from standard video games to phone games, graphic novels, books, otome and romance stuff, indie media like web series, cartoons, and games, and more as it grows.

I also want this server to be a hub for writers and artists to share their stuff they're too awkward or anxious to post and receive feedback, and as a place to get to know fellow-minded people in shared fandoms. AUs, theories, headcanons, crossovers, self-inserts, your MCs/OCs - all allowed!

A few things to note:

This is a fandom community server, but it might start out as Obey Me heavy because I'm trying to direct attention to that fandom since that's the one I am mostly in and participated in most things as a fan.

Adults and minors (16+) are allowed, but there are rules implemented that divide channels into SFW and NSFW categories and channels.

Writers, artists, content creators, cosplayers, fans that dabble, etc. are enthusiastically welcomed

The server can also function with channels regarding roleplays and self-publishing (commissions, Etsy shops, etc.)

I really want this server to kinda be a central spot for small fandoms or dying fandoms (like Obey Me) or old fandoms or growing fandoms and ones in-between basically non-existent and probably way too big. I want the server to be a community of different fandoms and the people that incorporate them, and I want it to be a fun place to just either relax with other fans and share works you like or works you've made or as a place to just dip in a silently lurk to look at what people are talking about or look at what is shared or as a place to lose your fucking minds when updates happen or something wild or devastating in the media occurs.

I want this to be a respectful but enjoyable place to come to and join and feel like you can invite friends or maybe even make friends!

Hard rules:

Before entering though, the server has a soft screening process for people to join.

Verifications will be done by me to make sure no one with ill intentions has a chance to cause harassment or harm to members. Fandoms can be toxic and mean in public places like here and Twitter, but this server will be, to the best of my ability, a space away from that.

Absolutely no pedophilic content is allowed. Like, none. It'll be one of the fastest things to get you kicked and banned and blacklisted.

There are rules and specific channels for certain ships and certain explicit content that can be talked about in the server if there are any questions.

This server is for fandom communities and politics and religious hot takes are not applicable here. This is a designated relief zone and none of that is really welcome.

I think that mostly covers the sales pitch and important stuff, lol.

So with all that out of the way--

Link to join: https://discord.com/invite/g8VeSe4t

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #discord server #discord community #stardew valley #what in hell is bad #touchstarved game #persona 3 #discord fandom #otome game

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human-allergy · 4 months

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Daily Lives of Jujutsu High Students

Time set in around 2006-2007.

This story tells the daily lives and youthful troubles of four students from a certain year at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Various x F. Reader!

01 - The Cursed Book

In a vast plot of land surrounded by towering walls and large trees atop a certain mountain in Tokyo, stands a uniquely styled traditional Japanese architecture. Inside, it is said to enshrine the cremated remains of the legendary Jujutsu sorcerer "Kūkai" from the Nara period in a Three-storied Pagoda. Inside, there were warehouses filled with various dangerously powerful cursed tools, an inexplicable swimming pool despite the absence of swimming classes, and a playground covering an area equivalent to two and a half football fields (running there felt like losing ten years of your life). In the courtyard, there were two chickens named Nuggets and Corn Ball, along with dogs, horses, deer, elephants, and giraffes leisurely grazing. There were even rumors of lions freely roaming around the place. However, these were all urban legends, and distinguishing what was true, false, or mere gossip became a challenge. For most citizens of Tokyo, the interior of the school remained a mysterious realm that couldn't be explored.

The name of this school was the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, commonly known as Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Among the two existing educational institutions for jujutsu in Japan, it presented itself as a private religious school. Many jujutsu sorcerers considered it the starting point of their careers even after graduation. Therefore, the school not only served as an educational institution but also facilitated missions and provided support, making it a crucial hub in the jujutsu world.

Furthermore, the school had nurtured numerous talents in the jujutsu field, with the ratio of Grade 1 and Special Grade sorcerers originating from Tokyo Jujutsu High being twice that of the Kyoto school.

However, at that moment, a dialogue unfolded in the second-year classroom of Tokyo Jujutsu High:

"Afternoon classes are over. So boring..." You slouched over the desk, dragging your words with a prolonged tone.

"What do you want to do then?" The black-haired boy sitting across from you asked indifferently.

His name was Geto Suguru, with slender eyes, thin eyebrows, large ear piercings dangling from elongated earlobes, a bun hairstyle, and a long fringe hanging over his forehead. At first glance, he gave off a delinquent vibe, but after getting acquainted, he still seemed like one.

"Oh, I know!" The white-haired boy with black sunglasses on your left suddenly exclaimed, "How about Y/n becomes the target, and we all have a water balloon fight? I saw it on a variety show yesterday, and it looked fun."

"Why don't you become the target yourself, you jerk!" you replied indignantly.

"We don't have any balloons, so how are we going to play?" The brown-haired girl on your right responded irritably.

This was Ieiri Shoko, a short-haired and sharp-looking beauty. But don't be fooled by her pretty face, as beneath that attractive facade, there was a middle-aged man who enjoyed smoking and drinking. Due to her gentle personality, she played the role of the peacemaker in your four-person group.

The white-haired boy pondered for a while, then extended his index finger with a smile. "How about using real shurikens instead? You win if you hit specific targets."

"That's practically attempted murder!" you immediately retorted.

"Oh, really?" The white-haired boy tilted his head, seemingly thinking it was not a big deal. "Well, Shoko can heal you with Reverse Cursed Technique, so you'll only be left with scars. Don't mind, don't mind!"

This white-haired boy with a tone that could provoke a beating was Gojo Satoru, born into the Gojo family, one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families. In other words, he was the privileged young master from a wealthy family. At the same time, he was also the possessor of the "Six Eyes." It was a rare occurrence within the Gojo family, happening only once every few hundred years. Hence, not only was he wealthy, but he also possessed extraordinary power. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Gojo was a chosen one. However, his personality was extremely poor, and he always enjoyed teasing and mocking others. But since you had known him since childhood, you had become immune to his teasing and pranks. Still, dealing with a fool like Gojo every day sometimes made it hard to contain your anger.

"Ah... I almost forgot the fact that Satoru you're an idiot." you shake your head and sigh. "I shouldn't have expected you to possess common sense."

"What do you mean? Huh?" Gojo's face contorts into an expression of displeasure, his mouth drooping.

"If I were to have scars on my delicate flawless skin, how would I ever find a boyfriend?" you say, your face filled with sadness.

Gojo bursts into laughter. "Stop dreaming! Even without scars, you'll never get a boyfriend in your lifetime."

As if an arrow pierced through your heart, your heart tightens for a moment.

You cover your aching chest and say with a mournful expression, "To be told this by someone like you, who has even less chance of getting a girlfriend, truly, there is no justice in this world."

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't compare me to yourself," Gojo shakes his index finger, resembling a certain prosecutor※. "I'm quite popular among the girls, you know."

[※Note: In case nobody knows, the reference here is to Miles Edgeworth from "Ace Attorney," whose signature gesture is shaking his index finger.]

Upon hearing this, you, Geto, and Ieiri simultaneously wave your hands and say in unison, "No way."

"I mean, since we have nothing else to do, how about going down the mountain?" you suggest. "I heard there's a section in the basement of the bookstore across from Hanadate Elementary School that's filled with H-manga. And rumor has it that the owner doesn't really check your age before letting you buy them. How about it? Want to go together?"

The other three immediately fall silent, staring at you with complex expressions.

Geto rubs his temples. "Why the sudden interest in buying H-manga?"

"Because I want to read them," you honestly reply.

"That’s straightforward…"

You shrug. "Besides, it will be less weird to have guys accompany me."

"A group of people going to buy H-manga is already super weird!"

"Fine! It's because Suguru you look closer to eighteen!"

"That's your real reason, right?!"

In the end, the four of you went to the bookstore across from Hanadate Elementary School.

Standing on the sidewalk outside the bookstore, the four of you began to formulate a plan. The layout of the bookstore consisted of two floors, with the upper floor selling stationery and reference books, while the lower floor housed books and paper supplies, which was your target.

"Alright, let's proceed according to the plan," you deliberately lowered your voice and said, "Since we don't know which section has the H-manga, I'll go check the novels section, Suguru will go to the manga section, and Shoko will pretend to be interested in buying reference books to distract the store clerk's attention."

"What about me?" Gojo pointed at himself and asked.

You snapped your fingers and pointed at him, saying, "You'll be the one paying."

"Oi, oi, oi!" Gojo exclaimed loudly. "I'm not some kind of ATM! I want to go with you to the novels section."

"Whatever." you said. "Well then, let's agree on this, the 'Operation H' begins!"

Geto looked at you with disdain and said, "Why are you so excited..."

The four of you entered the bookstore in single file. As you entered, the bell hanging on the door rang crisply, catching the attention of the young male store clerk who had been dozing off. He immediately looked up at all of you.

"What would you like to buy?" the male store clerk walked over and asked.

You felt a sudden jolt in your heart, thinking, "Oh no! Now the store clerk's attention will be on us."

Just as you were feeling nervous, you felt an added weight on your shoulder. You turned to see a hand with light pink nail polish resting on your shoulder. Following the hand, you saw Shoko nodding slightly at you, her smile on her face seemed to say, "Leave it to me!"

You responded with a smile, though you didn't say it out loud, your smile already conveyed the message, "I'll leave it to you."

"I'd like to buy an English reference book for second-year high school," Shoko calmly said in the face of danger.

"English, is it? It's over there. Ah, let me take you there," the male store clerk said.

"That would be great."

With that, Shoko followed the male store clerk.

Watching Shoko's figure, you muttered to yourself, "Wait for us, we'll bring back the H-manga!"

Then you wiped away tears that didn't exist and entered the manga and novels section of the lower floor together with Geto and Gojo.

As soon as you entered this section, a musty odor mixed with the smell of ink greeted you. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, making it difficult to know where to start looking.

"So many books, how are we supposed to find it?" you placed your hands on your hips, furrowing your brow as you looked at the sea of books before you.

"Oh, right!" as if suddenly remembering something, you lightly pounded your right fist onto your left palm. You looked at Gojo and asked, "Satoru, can your Six Eyes see where the H-manga is?"

"Oi, do you really have a brain under that skull of yours?" as if confirming, Gojo lightly tapped your head. "Do you think the Six Eyes are some kind of X-ray vision?"

You swatted away his hand on your head and then disdainfully said, "Tch, if you can't even find the H-manga, it seems the Six Eyes aren't that impressive."

"Huh? Be careful, or I might just kill you, you know?"

"Anyway," Geto interjected, interrupting the argument between you and Gojo, "let's start looking."

The three of you searched for about ten minutes, but there was still no sign of the H-manga.

"These all look like regular manga," you stood in front of a bookcase, furrowing your brow.

"Did you make a mistake? Maybe there's no H-manga here at all," Gojo asked.

Your shoulders dropped immediately, "Maybe..."

"Hey, look over here," Geto said, beckoning both of you to come to his side.

After you and Gojo walked over to the manga section where Geto was, Geto placed his hand in the gap between two bookcases and pulled them apart. The two bookcases made a slight noise as they slid open, one to the left and the other to the right.

You were astonished to find that behind the two bookcases, there was a built-in wall shelf! And it was filled with H-manga!

"So many H-manga!" you couldn't help but be shocked by the scene before your eyes and shouted.

"Don't yell so loud! Do you want everyone to know we're buying H-manga?" Geto hurriedly said in a hushed voice. "Let's quickly choose one and go to the checkout."

Geto casually picked up one H-manga from the shelf. The cover of the book depicted a blushing girl in a school uniform. "What about this one?" he asked, "After-School Secrets with the Student Council President."

"It looks boring," Gojo commented as he also took a book from the shelf. "Maybe this one, Playtime with My Childhood Friend."

You sighed. "I'm telling you, if we're buying it, why not go for something with a cover and content that looks more explicit? If we're buying, let's go for the most scandalous!"

"Is that something a high school girl would say?!" Geto shouted.

"Ah, let's go with this one," you picked up another book, which had a cover and title even more provocative than the previous two, without any censorship even on private parts. "Endless SEX!"

Taking advantage of his height, Gojo reached behind you and took the book from your hands. He flipped through it and glanced at the synopsis on the back. "Wow," he exclaimed, then continued, "This one has a super diverse content, with older brother and sister, stepmother and stepson, and even [content muted]."

"Then let's go with this one," Geto said, "But how are we going to check out?"

"You go," you said.

"Yeah, you go," Gojo chimed in.

Geto frowned slightly, slightly displeased, and asked, "Why me?"

"Because you look like you're over 18." you explained.

"I’m not!" Geto's face showed an unusual expression of embarrassment, his emotions flaring up. "The previous After-School Secrets might have been fine, but the cover of this one is as shameful as asking me to go naked to the checkout!"

"Don't worry, the cashier here doesn't pay much attention to the content. Just take a quick look and pay, and it'll be over," you said seriously. "Besides, you have an absolute advantage."

"What advantage?"

You smiled faintly. "You look like a guy in his twenties."

"Satoru, I'll take the top, you take the bottom, let's split Y/n in half." Geto said calmly.

You were shocked. "Please don't say something so terrifying in such a calm tone!"

"Then how about we decide with a game of rock-paper-scissors?" Gojo suggested.

"Oh?" Geto raised an eyebrow. "Good idea."

You chuckled lightly and flicked your hair. "Speaking of rock-paper-scissors, I absolutely won't lose. Prepare to be humiliated, Suguru!"

"You arrogant idiot." Geto scoffed. "Let's get started then. Rock, paper, scissors!"

Gojo showed scissors, while both you and Geto showed paper.

A smirk appeared on Gojo's lips. "I won. You two have a final match to decide."

You squinted at Geto across from you and said with a serious tone, "Suguru, I never thought we would end up like this. We were such good friends."

"Indeed, maybe we should have never crossed paths from the beginning." Geto said with a bitter smile. Then he rallied and clenched his fist. "Let's settle this once and for all, Y/n!"

"Let me tell you first, this time I'll choose paper," you said.

Geto snorted. "Stop the nonsense and let's get started!"

"Then let's begin! Scissors—" you shouted.

"Rock—" Geto shouted.

"Paper—!!" After you finished shouting, both of you made your choices simultaneously.

You showed paper, and Geto showed rock.

"Hahaha! You fucking Idiot!!" You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. "I told you I would choose paper!"

Geto looked at his own fist, as if asking, "Why?"

In the end, Geto went to the checkout, and to make it less awkward, he even put a reference book on top as a diversion.

"Let me help you checkout!" The cashier sister said, "I see, an English reference book and...!"

When she saw that book, she visibly gasped and wore a bewildered expression on her face.

On the other hand, Geto maintained a calm smile on his face.

The cashier sister composed herself and calmly said, "...That will be 2,500 yan."

"Thank you."

After paying, Geto walked out of the bookstore with a smile. However, as soon as he reached your side, his smile immediately disappeared, and his expression changed faster than the rate at which conceptual stocks plummet.

"I won't come to this bookstore ever again."

Geto Suguru, socially dead.

Since it was already late, you guys took the bus back to the school. Once you four arrived in the common area of the dormitory, you four couldn't wait any longer and eagerly tore off the plastic wrap protecting the book.

"Let me open it." You swallowed a gulp of saliva and carefully lifted one of the pages. Just by looking at one page, you were already astonished and speechless.

"How is it?" Gojo asked curiously.

"No, this has already surpassed my understanding of H-manga." Although you said this, your body involuntarily turned to the next page. "This book is nothing but a wetland between chunks of flesh!" You said with slightly rapid breathing.

"Huh? Let me take a look." Gojo took the book, glanced at it, then put it down, and picked it up again for a few more glances.

"What do you think?" You asked tentatively.

Gojo remained silent for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "Why can her '[Censored]' and '[Censored]' have two '[Censored]' at once?!"

"You guys are exaggerating, aren't you?" Geto, who had been silently listening, couldn't hold back and interjected. He took the book, furrowing his brow as he looked at it.

After a short while, he closed the book and placed it on the table. "So '[Censored]' can be played like this."

"Really?" Ieiri raised an eyebrow and asked, picking up the book for a few glances. However, her reaction was calm. "Is that all? It seems like you guys are just a bunch of ignorant kids after all."

"Don't act like you've seen so much!" you retorted.

"Oh, senpais, you're back," a cheerful voice said.

The four of you turned to see Haibara, a year 1 student, standing at the doorway with Nanami, another freshman.

You quickly hid the book under your clothes and tried to keep your voice steady. "Oh, it's Yu-chan and Nanamin."

"Can you stop calling me Nanamin, senpai? Other people will start imitating it." Nanami, with Danish heritage, a handsome mixed-race face, and blond hair, frowned and said.

"By the way," Haibara approached you all, "it seemed like you were discussing something interesting just now!"

"R-really?" you asked.

"Are you... reading H-manga?" Haibara asked unabashedly, getting straight to the point.

You coughed a few times. "No, it's not like that. We're diligent students who excel in academics. Why would we read that kind of stuff?"

Haibara looked at you with a puzzled expression. "But I clearly saw Geto senpai buying H-manga at the bookstore."

Geto's face turned pale.

"Alright, alright!" You gave up resistance and took out the H-manga from your clothes, holding it up. "We were reading H-manga!"

The room fell into a tense silence. No one dared to speak, while Haibara and Nanami looked at the cover of the book in shock.

After a long silence, Nanami was the first to speak. He sighed and looked disappointedly at the four of you, "I expected it from Gojo and Y/n, but I didn't think Ieiri and Geto senpais would be like this too."

Gojo was displeased. "What do you mean by 'expected it from Gojo and Y/n' huh?!"

"I-I didn't expect you guys to like this kind of H-manga," Haibara forced a smile and said. "But what are you going to do with this book? It would be bad if the teachers found out."

"Well..." you rubbed your chin, pondering for a moment. "Let's put the book in the third-year classroom! Nobody will know it was us."

Gojo nodded in agreement. "That's settled then!"

"Is it really okay to do that?" Nanami questioned.

"Don't worry, if there's any problem, Satoru will take care of it!" you pointed your thumb at Gojo.

Gojo pouted. "Why do I have to take care of it?"

"Because you have a strong background! Don't mind, don't mind!"

So, you placed the H-manga in the third-year classroom, thinking that would be the end of it. But to your surprise, after two days, the H-manga appeared in your classroom again. Even when you threw it in the trash can, it would mysteriously reappear in the classroom after a few days.

"This book is definitely cursed!" you pointed at the H-manga, fear evident on your face. "If we let it roam freely in the school, the consequences are unimaginable."

Geto looked at you and asked, "What should we do then?"

"We should seal it." you said solemnly.

You four took a blank sheet of paper and wrapped it around the book. Then you four wrote a bunch of warning words and incantations on it before tying it tightly with a red thread.

"Oh curse hidden within this book, vanish before us!" you declared. With that, you threw the H-manga behind the shelve of the library, making sure it was impossible to retrieve without moving the entire bookshelf.

"This way, it won't reappear again," you said with folded hands, "Thank you, "Endless SEX", for giving us the most precious lesson in health education."

Gojo, too, unusually serious, folded his hands and whispered a "thank you" towards the bookshelf that concealed "Endless SEX."

"You two idiots." Geto said to Gojo and you.

Shoko glanced at you and Gojo disapprovingly, then covered her stomach and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go to an izakaya and grab something to eat. I feel like having grilled octopus skewers tonight."

Upon hearing the word "octopus," a certain scene from "Endless SEX" suddenly flashed in your mind—an enormous octopus engaging in tentacle play with a woman.

You clasped your hands over your ears in agony. "Please stop! You're making me recalling that scene!"

Shoko smirked mischievously and leaned in close to your face. "Do you want to be '[Censored]' by an octopus? Its tentacles can '[Censored]' you, and '[Censored]' your '[Censored]'."

You looked at Shoko in horrified disbelief, as if you saw demonic horns sprouting from her head.

"Akuma(demon)..."

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Epilogue:

One day in 2018, "Endless SEX" was unsealed.

In a classroom at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, three first-year students looked at the rectangular object on the desk. It was covered in warning words and incantations, tied with a red string. Their faces displayed a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Itadori, where did you find this thing?" Kugisaki asked.

"Behind the bookshelf in the library," Itadori replied.

"Put it back quickly," Fushiguro frowned, "I have a bad feeling about it."

Kugisaki looked disappointed. "Huh? But I'm really curious about what's inside!"

"Me too!" Itadori chimed in. "Let's open it and see!"

"Do you think this is some kind of Christmas present?" Fushiguro rubbed his forehead, trying to soothe the wrinkles there (because he often frowned). "The incantations written on it aren't random; they can truly suppress curses."

However, the other two didn't pay attention and proceeded to untie the red string and remove the white wrapping paper.

"Oi, you two!" Fushiguro shouted in a coarse voice.

After tearing off the paper, they were greeted by the sight of a completely naked woman.

Itadori's face immediately turned red, and he stammered, "Th-this...!"

"This is an H-manga!" Kugisaki exclaimed, wide-eyed, pointing at the book.

Fushiguro also lost his usual composure. "Who on earth put this in the library!?"

At that moment, Gojo walked into the classroom and, upon seeing the expressions on the three students' faces, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? You all look pale."

Itadori quickly hid the book behind his back and nervously said to Gojo, "N-nothing!"

Gojo clearly saw through the act. "Stop pretending and show me what's behind you."

Itadori chose to play dumb, feigning confusion. "What's behind me?"

Gojo walked up to the three students, extending his right hand and commanding in a no-nonsense tone, "Hurry up."

"Alright." Itadori didn't want to offend Gojo, so he obediently handed "Endless SEX" to him.

Crap, now I’m going to get scolded by Gojo-sensei.

Just as Itadori was thinking this, Gojo burst into laughter.

The three students exchanged puzzled glances and then looked at Gojo, who was laughing heartily.

"So nostalgic," Gojo said. "We used to put this in the library."

"What?!" Kugisaki exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening. "So, Gojo-sensei, you're into this kind of stuff?"

"No, no, it's just something we bought out of boredom back then," Gojo explained. "But how did you find this book? I remember Y/n putting it deep behind the bookshelf in the library."

Itadori scratched the back of his head and sheepishly said, "I accidentally knocked over the bookshelf and happened to see this book."

"I see," Gojo said, taking out his phone from his pocket. "That's hilarious. I should take a picture and show it to Y/n and Shoko."

"Eh?" The three students made strange noises simultaneously.

"Ieiri-san has seen this book too?!" Itadori asked."I can't even imagine!" Itadori said, and the other two nodded in agreement.

After taking the photo, Gojo put his phone back. "But I still have to confiscate this book. It's too dangerous."

"Are you planning to take it and read it all by yourself?" Kugisaki asked.

"Why would I do that?" Gojo waved his hand. "Get ready, we're going out to exorcise curses."

Upon hearing that they could go out, Itadori became energized. "Got it!"

"Meet at the entrance later," Gojo said, then walked out of the classroom.

After Gojo left, Kugisaki spoke up, "By the way, Fushiguro, you're pretty close with Gojo-sensei, right?"

"It's not like we're that close," Fushiguro said.

"Whatever. Do you know who he's referring to as 'Y/n'?"

Fushiguro nodded. "She’s a strong jujutsu sorcerer, but not someone worth emulating."

"So, what's the relationship between Y/n and Teacher Gojo?"

"Well, they are—"

#anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #shoko x reader #nanami x reader #toji fushiguro #slice of life

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trillscienceofficer · 2 months

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A long time ago @nebulouscoffee asked me to write the DVD commentary of “Best Left” (which is a Raffi/Seven/B'Elanna fic set between Picard S1 and 2) and now I'm finally doing that.

This is inevitably going to get long because the fic itself is much longer than anything else I've ever posted, and I still have so many feelings for a story I put a lot of effort and heart into! But first things first, here's chapter one.

Cris, I know you’re really busy these days on the Stargazer, so I’ll keep this short.

As I was coming up with ideas for “Best Left”, my main goal was to have Raffi (which I knew would be the POV character) in a very different place than where we see her first on Star Trek: Picard. I wanted her, by this point established, long-distance relationship with Seven be a part of the network in which Raffi is now deeply enmeshed (ie La Sirena's crew). That said though, both canon events (by this time Rios has been made captain) and my plot ideas were not very accommodating of having literally everyone on board the ship. It would've been too unwieldy for a project that was already shaping up to be very ambitious for my standards. But while Jurati and Picard's absence is, I think, not that big of a deal, I still very much wanted to underline Raffi and Cris' friendship, which I think is essential in order to understand Raffi and one of the few relationships she's had that didn't go sour on her. I obviated to his physical absence with both real and imaginary correspondence, from which Raffi could draw strength in difficult moments. The fic both begins and closes with Raffi writing a message to him.

Raffi hits send on the message and looks up only to find Elnor at her side, looking just as morose as he’d been a few days earlier, when she’d told him first about the road trip idea. She sighs internally; the queue to transporter hub number four advances. It’s a busy day on the new Betazed spacedock, but luckily no one among the crowd seems the wiser to a Romulan young adult carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He holds the straps of his bag and his staff with a white-knuckle grip. Raffi hooks her left arm into the crook of Elnor’s right. “What’s the matter?”

Rereading this I remembered how fun it was to write Raffi and Elnor interact. My intention here (and throughout the fic) was to have Raffi obviously care for him while also not losing her somewhat world-weary attitude because of her affection. Raffi is still a woman who analyzes everything around her, and acts accordingly—not to mention all the unacknowledged guilt she carries wrt her son Gabe. I didn't want to have Raffi be straightforwardly ‘maternal’, it didn't feel right and I think older women in fiction should be allowed to have mixed feelings about this role more often. Plus, like Raffi herself realizes later in the fic, Elnor has already had plenty of other women bossing him around all his life, he doesn't need one more.

Soji is at the navigation console, smiling and waving a little awkwardly. And finally, Seven watching them from the captain’s chair, which she occupies with ease, leaning on one armrest. The very image of the roguish pirate captain; Cris wishes he could pull it off this well. “Welcome aboard,” Seven says, the hint of a smirk on her lips, as if she’d just heard every single one of Raffi’s thoughts.

I honestly think Raffi is constantly roasting Cris in her head. Also when rereading I was surprised about this reprise of the idea of mind-reading from the previous dialogue between Raffi and Elnor, that was cool and I can't remember if I even wrote it entirely on purpose. In any case, I wanted to have both Soji and Elnor along for this story because (1) they could offer an interesting outsider perspective on the older women drama about to unfold and (2) I wanted to have them interact with each other and have an adventure that had nothing to do with their specific backstories. Writing Soji in this story was so much fun! It was a nice challenge to balance her characterization between the right amounts of deadpan honesty and genuine care, and making it obvious that she's still figuring out how she wants to live her life.

“I don’t think Cris would forgive me if I tried to take La Sirena into another Borg transwarp conduit,” Soji says. “And honestly I’m not sure the ship can take it.” “It wasn’t particularly pleasant on a Borg cube either,” Seven adds. “As I’m sure Elnor remembers.” “Crashing on the surface was worse,” he replies, and some of the gloom lifts from his face. The effect Seven has on people sometimes—but Raffi should be the last to judge, shouldn’t she? It’s not as if seeing Seven again, sitting on that chair so lazily and yet still projecting intent, isn’t reminding Raffi of the few weeks they’d spent on board La Sirena before. But it’s probably best if she revisits that particular recap reel in private.

I based this little Seven-Elnor interaction from my own feelings about my Cool Aunt, which I think are fitting lmao (ie especially as kid, if she was speaking to me I would immediately feel better no matter what)

Also while rereading I was like, damn I made this first half of the chapter so horny... but I've been in a ldr myself and this is pretty true to my own experience. Reuniting always means a mixture of attraction and awkwardness, and it's what I wanted to convey about Raffi and Seven here, especially since they both have a hard time trusting in people or believing that they're capable of being around people without fucking it up. The following misunderstanding about room assignments is part of this pattern.

She’s re-learning restraint, in the hardest way possible, in other facets of her life.

So here comes the part of this fic I agonized over the most... Raffi's history of substance abuse and her current commitment to sobriety. I thought the latter is what fit better with Raffi's actions on the second half of S1 (ie locking herself out of the replicator) and some scenes of S2—imho those are clues that she (wants to) simply quit. Now, a commitment to complete sobriety (including weed snakeleaf, like in a 12-step program) is not necessarily an effective way to treat addiction long term—actually quite the opposite, from what I could learn from the research I did, even if still the most popular recommended form of treatment today. I'm not entirely sure it would be at all recommended in the 24th century. So how to reconcile this with the hints about Raffi quitting cold-turkey? Is it even something I would want to depict in a good light? What I eventually tried to do is treat the matter strictly from a character perspective. I hinted that Raffi is seeing a counselor, and now feeling part of a network of people, and is now restored to her place in society via Starfleet (from her perspective). Sobriety is something she thinks she should do and can do now, so that's what Raffi did; it's all part of her wider commitment to live a different life. If this also has a whiff of self-punishment... I don't think you'd be entirely wrong. I tried to hint that Raffi has her own thoughts on her addiction but I don't necessarily share them myself (see the disclaimer on top of chapter 4), and those thoughts might be another way in which she's denying herself (because no one else grants it to her either) the compassion I think she deserves. It's a really complex topic and I don't know if I did it justice here. I welcome feedback if you have any.

She’d thought she’d lost any interest in making out, over the years—she was surprised to find out how much Seven enjoys it, and how much of that enjoyment is infectious.

I have this headcanon that Seven really enjoys making out (it's appeared in other fic of mine too, eg “Doing the Unstuck”) and her partners never expect this of her. I think I like the idea that Seven's approach to sex and intimacy is still about the sudden thrill of closeness she displayed when she twirled Chakotay around in order to kiss him lol. I especially like the idea it's one of the things about Seven that's not changed despite all that happened to her since said kiss, and that she could bring Raffi to enjoy making out again as well.

It’s still the same suitcase-shaped contraption that she cobbled together months earlier with Borg parts from the Artifact, as far as Raffi can tell. Some other parts Seven had replicated on La Sirena, and then had proceeded to build the device with surprising ease. She’d explained that it was a modular design she and other friends had come up with over the years. It hadn’t been the first time she’d found herself needing a regenerator without having one handy. Raffi had admired her resourcefulness then, and still does now.

I ranted a lot about Seven's regeneration last summer, and all my thoughts and headcanons ended up in this fic. Regeneration for Seven is now a bit different than what it used to be on Voyager; still a necessity but quicker, and something that doesn't tie her down to bulky machinery any longer. Something that ultimately Seven has more control over. However, it's also a necessity that now needs to be articulated explicitly to the people she's close to, and that other people have to learn to take into account about her. I also wanted Seven to determine clear boundaries around regeneration—eg, here she doesn't want other people around when she regenerates—but boundaries that she is still constantly renegotiating, as it happens in chapter two when she invites Raffi to stay. Seven isn't used to be around people much anymore, so she's still adapting to new realities (like her relationship with Raffi) and rethinking what is comfortable for her.

“I hope your other stops were less frustrating than Trill,” Raffi offers, making her presence known. Soji looks up at her, and her face breaks into a smile. “Oh hey, I didn’t realize you were here, Raffi. But yes, I can honestly say it was the worst one so far. I think, and Agnes agrees, that their academic institutions really opposed the lifting of the synth ban for some reason.”

This little piece of Trill worldbuilding came to be because in “Second Self” Una McCormack wrote that Raffi has taken part in the zhian'tara of a colleague. Which is absolutely bonkers to me!! I couldn't help myself and expand on it a bit, all the while maintaining my stance on Trill being very conservative when it comes to decide on people's personhood. I know it's maybe controversial but I really don't think Trill institutions are that enlightened on the topic. They might think they are, but in presence of someone like Soji the appearance would crumble immediately. I honestly loved revisiting my Trill feelings through Raffi and Soji, I haven't written Dax fic in a very long time, so this was a nice way for me to scratch that itch.

Raffi crosses her legs, raises an eyebrow. She’s reminded all too well of when Soji had first come aboard, the confusion of a young woman whose entire life as she knew it had been a deception. She can recall how Soji described her relationship with Narek, and how Raffi had been the one to name his behavior for what it was. Maybe some pointing out of the obvious is needed here too.

This is one of the things that caught my attention the most when I rewatched S1—Raffi has been looking out for Soji practically from the start, calling out Narek's presence for what it was (abusive). I wanted to let Raffi speak her mind here as well, about the kind of interactions Soji has had while on tour.

A scratchy, stuttering audio signal starts playing from La Sirena’s bridge speakers. ‘—damage. Propulsion systems offline. Atmospheric controls—’ More digital artifacting of the signal. ‘—predict where the subspace eddies will take the ship. I don’t know how long I still have—’ The audio signal cuts off, then the message repeats once again. ‘—damage. Propulsion systems offline. Atmospheric controls—’ “I think that’s all of it,” Soji says, soberly. “Damn,” Raffi says, at a loss. “She’s dying, if not already dead,” Elnor says, voicing what everyone is thinking. He turns to Raffi. “What do we do?”

When she read this chapter, my partner asked me about the use of pronouns for the yet unknown person in distress—here Elnor assumes it's a she, while Raffi and Soji don't. It was actually on purpose, I wanted to hint at the fact that Elnor's default assumption is that the people that do stuff out there in space are women because the Qowat Milat usually speaks in these terms as well. Maybe it's silly, I don't know, but I wrote it in anyway as a subtle wordlbuilding detail. Maybe too subtle if it leads to pronoun confusion.

“I’m not sure I could live with myself if we didn’t try to save the crew of that ship. There’s a chance they might still be alive.” “Then let’s do it,” Raffi says with a curt nod. “You’re in command of La Sirena now.”

In the rescue scene I tried very hard to let Raffi do tactical evaluation in a way that didn't come off as callous as it sometimes does for Worf on TNG or Tuvok on Voyager—she's honestly trying to give Soji, now in command, a good overview of the situation.

Raffi takes a long look at Elnor, and to his credit he looks genuinely curious, hands folded together, leaning with his elbows on his knees. She knows better than to doubt his intentions, but—when he wants, he knows exactly when and how to ask one of his blunt questions for maximum effect, doesn’t he? In this case, distraction. She idly wonders if this is a skill that everyone in the Qowat Milat picks up, along with the assassin training. Using the truth as a finely honed blade, rather than the cudgel it’s always reminded her of.

That the absolute candor tenet of the Qowat Milat may be used in more than one way and for more than one goal is something I already written about before (ie in “Policy of Truth”). I think Raffi has her own different ideas about telling the truth because she's trained in intelligence gathering and also because pursuing the truth has always been painful for her—see her quest to find out who was behind the Mars attack. So here she's surprised to find out that Elnor's honesty is not at all a weakness, which she's assumed so far, but rather a very well-honed skill.

“It is the ship we’re looking for,” Soji confirms, going through the readings with, once again, an ease that belies her actual experiences. “It is still transmitting the distress call, though it’s extremely garbled. The hull is pressurized, somehow, at least partially. Life signs—one, I think. Humanoid. Very faint” She looks at Raffi, eyes wide, and Raffi braces herself. “We have to beam them over. The subspace tug might breach the hull at any time. I know that we have no idea who we’ll find, but they’re dying.” Goddammit. They really should’ve woken Seven up before getting here. Then again, at this point it’s probably best to ask for forgiveness than permission. If they’re all still alive to do so. But they will; a boy assassin, an android with super strength, and Raffi. Risk assessment used to be her job in Starfleet, long ago.

I still really like Raffi thinking 'oh well, too late to go back now, but at least I have backup'. I thought about her characterization a lot while writing this fic, and tried to convey her dry humor at best I can. She's really funny in canon! I really enjoyed writing her constant quips, even if they're just in her head.

Down the stairs, she hears Emil grumble. “I can’t deliver proper emergency care if you rush me.” “You’ll replicate what you need, as you need it,” Soji retorts impatiently. “Just initiate the transport.”

All EMHs are the same.

She’s older now, and out of uniform, looking much worse for wear after what she just went through. But there’d been a time more than twenty years prior when her face had been on every Federation newsfeed, along with the rest of the crew of the USS Voyager. “You know her?” Raffi turns to Soji, frozen in bemusement beside Emil. “I’ve never met her but yes, I know who she is,” Raffi says. “You two stay here and keep an eye on things. Seven needs to see this.”

I really like the way this chapter ends (so much so that it's the quote I chose for the fic summary on AO3). I thought about the idea of generational difference a lot when coming up with this fic, and how Raffi has witnessed so many momentous events, like the return of Voyager, that Elnor and even Soji really have no context for. It's an interesting aspect of having older characters that weren't around in previous shows, and an opportunity for a different perspective that unfortunately I think Star Trek: Picard squandered completely (Una McCormack was more attentive in her novels, luckily). Regardless, Raffi's experience turns out to be an asset more than once in this fic—no one aboard La Sirena at this point is as intimately aware of the events of the Dominion War as she is.

#i did this before but i forgot how i tagged it rip #fic commentary #<- this was the right tag

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sending this ask as an excuse for you to go hogwild with peppino/pizza tower chatter bc i like to read it lol

Using this as an opportunity to distract from comms bc im tired of looking at this screen 😭

I think despite the hell Peppino went through, there are some levels/places that he actually enjoyed. Or at the very least, wouldnt mind visiting again. Off the top of my head, i am thinking of the saloon and the beach levels, but also the mini golf area 🥺

While i was playing the game (completely blind), I just assumed the tower was comparable to a real life train hub area; portals just led to different areas and districts. As in, these would be places you could visit outside of the tower if u had the means to take urself there. Its why despite the collapse, in the pepperman comic i did, he still offers to take Peppino to his villa. It still exists, its just that the shortcut the tower provided is gone. (This is also why Peppino and Gustavo can still do deliveries in the forest)

So like, now that the threat of losing his restaurant is gone, hes like. Some of those places looked Okay i guess 😒……. And Gustavo is like (prodding) ‘which places caught ur eye, then?’

Without the towers (pizzaheads) influence spawning in monsters to fight, the mini golf course is very fun. He gets to run Very Fast (already the best thing in the world) for very long periods of time, and smash into things to score goals. And if he wants to be Normal about it, he can just. Play golf the normal way lol (golf is also just a very calm sport to watch. He watches that shit all the time when hes home, and then passes out in his chair without realizing it)

The saloon is always nice to visit. It did blip on his radar as a place to try out, but he wasnt really incentivized to do so until vigilante started inviting him out. He doesnt go out often, but it is nice to have a little friend circle again :)

And the beach is like. Its a beach! Its weird for him; he probably didnt have any time or money to waste on shit like ‘visiting the beach’ before, so he feels out of place w all these people running around and having fun. He just likes to lay down and be in the sun :) He stays late into the evening, and drives back home in his shitty car 🧡 Everyone knows when he does his beach visit bc he tans so easily 😭

#answered #chattin #peppino #long post #i did not put it in the main body of this #but i hc that he does jogs n stuff in the morning #or at least walks; i do it w my mom so shes not bored and SHE does it to keep her knee from fucking up #so i like the idea of him going to the beach early in the morning to jog #and then relax on the beach for the rest of the day #someone teach him how to listen to podcasts; hed love it #also also #i have no idea if theres like #lore™️ about the tower but im stickin w that #i feel like it would get rebuilt anyway bc enough people use it as a proper hub #that having it blown the fuck up may in fact disrupt some peoples daily lives 😭#peppino is like its ALWAYS been there that wasnt the fucking problem!#the problem was that some fucker came to me like an apparation to tell me it was outfitted w a PIZZERIA BEGONE BEAM!!!#they can build the fucking tower again; just dont give it the fucking death beam; please 😭😭😭😭😭#i think gerome n them would be way more cautious about who decides to take up residence WITHIN the tower again #maybe they didnt have any say in the matter but Now they do

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My Fargo Thoughts

Originally posted to Reddit and removed by moderators. Posting here for my own records.

Viewers probably think that Dot looks at the Bisquick boxes and breakfast ads at the Gas 'n Go with only Scotty in mind, but I think there's something more. We will flash back to Dot's kidnapping, to show what happened after she was cornered. She will further injure Donald Ireland, and Munch will give his monologue about kings and his early life, culminating with his request for pancakes. This will have a profound effect on Dot. Her vigorous stirring of batter also creates a little tornado-like whirlpool effect in the mixing bowl, a reference to Dorothy Gale. Let's remember that Liberal, Kansas (the setting for *East/West*) is both the pancake hub of the universe and the self-proclaimed home of Dorothy Gale.

GENDER-SWAPPING AND NON-CONFORMITY

Scotty "the cross-dresser" is the most obvious example here, choosing a suit over a dress, liking ninjas instead of dolls, etc. But the preview shows that Dot and Munch are also going to start dressing like each other. Dot will don a long green coat and become more ferocious, and Munch will wear what looks like a woman's coat with a fur collar and windowpane plaid, mimicking Dot's appearance. These two have a connection of some kind. They are kindred spirits. Also, from the very start of the story, Dot wears pants and Munch wears a kilt. Noah Hawley has said that this season will examine our perception of gender roles.

BRAINS

We've already had a couple of zombie references, and brains are their food of choice. Donald Ireland, demonstrating his thematic connection to the Scarecrow from *The Wizard of Oz*, moans that he needs his brain when Dot suggests that his facial burns could lead to brain infection. Dot also tells Wayne to call Scotty for dinner before her brain turns to mush from watching cartoons, and she mentions some story about a man going to the hospital for a kidney transplant, but ending up with someone else's brain.

DECAPITATION?

All the zombie/brain discussion leads me to suspect that someone will be decapitated on Halloween. We see an inflatable pumpkinheaded figure holding a skull outside the Lyon home, and Witt tells the convenience store clerk to get down before he loses his head.

PIRATES

Dot reads a story about pirates to Scotty, and previews show that she will try to buy a gun from a salesman dressed as a pirate at Gun World. That salesman has an eye patch over his right eye, like Danish Graves, perhaps suggesting that Danish is himself a pirate in some way. I think he knows more than he lets on about Dot's origins.

MIRROR IMAGERY

I've posted before about a possible "mirror universe" theme in season 5, as Noah Hawley has used that term to describe the internet vs. the real world, and how we see enemies in the mirror, when it's actually just a distorted image of ourselves.

With that in mind, we have the mirror-image leopard wallpaper in Dot's bathroom; Munch looking in a mirror and Dot appearing from behind to attack him; Munch seeing the cop car in his rear-view mirror; and Gator noticing his murdered companion in the side-view mirror. The previews also show Dot and Munch mirroring each other's clothing.

There are also mirrored themes in both Donald Ireland and Josh Hunk suffering burns, when both are Scarecrow substitites. And both Roy and Lorraine believe that Dot owes them something via her marriage vows.

THE WIZARD OF OZ

I've talked about these references for months, and now we begin to see them play out.

The name Dorothy Lyon is an obvious nod to Dorothy Gale and the Cowardly Lion. It's clear that Wayne represents the Cowardly Lion, who will find his courage in the end.

The surname Tillman sounds like Tin Man. Roy is a self-proclaimed "hard man for hard times." He ironically lounges in a hot tub, with a steam pipe reminiscent of the Tin Man's hat, and he mentions a "rainy day fund." Water is the Tin Man's enemy, as it causes him to rust. What does this foreshadow? Like the Tin Man, Roy is heartless.

See https://imgur.com/a/t5aWVTi

The name Munch is (among other things) a reference to the Munchkins.

The name Donald (meaning *world leader*) Ireland (*the Emerald Isle*) points to the Scarecrow, who was made ruler of the Emerald City until the return of Princess Ozma. Donald ireland reinforces this connection by lamenting the potential loss of his brain, and being set on fire, the Scarecrow's greatest fear. In *The Wizard of Oz*, Dorothy throws water on the Scarecrow to put out the flames. Here, Dot uses ice (frozen water) to hit Donald Ireland and cause him to die by striking the porcelain toilet, which also contains water.

Josh and Lenore Hunk bear the name of the Kansas farmhand who becomes the Scarecrow in Oz. Josh Hunk will also suffer burns when Roy throws hot coffee in his face.

Lorraine Lyon, for now, is playing the villainous role of the Wicked Witch of the West, as well as the role of Mombi, the witch who had Princess Ozma kidnapped and turned into a boy named Tip to hide her as the rightful ruler of Oz. *Mom* Lorraine frequently wears black, and has artwork in her office that depicts women's legs, bringing to mind the legs of the Wicked Witch of the East, sticking out from under Dorothy's house.

See https://imgur.com/a/Xg5L5x0

The Wicked Witch of the West controlled both the Winkie guards and the flying monkeys through the power of a golden cap. Not only does Lorraine seem to love gold everything, but her non-entity husband is named Wink.

The word *grave* in Danish means *dig*, and the Wizard's real name was Oscar *Diggs*. This suggests that Danish Graves may be a Wizard figure. For now, he is certainly Lorraine's flying monkey.

Dot's bloody feet are the ruby slippers. Her many yellow sweaters represent the Yellow Brick Road. She will also be seen wearing a rainbow-striped sweater, another clear reference to Dorothy.

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?

The title of this short story has come to mean an unsolvable problem. Dot fills both the role of the lady and the tiger at once, and we are presented with the seemingly unsolvable problem of how she got home to Scandia, MN from Beulah, ND, over 500 miles away, on foot, with no shoes.

Indira Olmstead is shown dealing with her own unsolvable problem of financial debt. As she reviews her bills, we see two art pieces behind her on the wall, depicting a lady on one side, and a tiger on the other.

Episode 4 is titled *Insolubilia*, which literally refers to an unsolvable problem.

(Continued in reblog)

#Fargo #Fargo Season 5 #Fargo FX

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#Shezow #ThinkingAboutReviewingEachEpisode #MakinBank #Sheviews #MyThoughts

This is the only episode I remember watching during the summer when the Hub network first aired Shezow.

This title card gives me Sonic the hedgehog 1 start screen vibes.

Sonic the Hedgehog (Genesis) - The Cutting Room Floor (tcrf.net)

This show has a guitar hero like VR game and I also like guy's green spikey hair rock star hair.

I had to look up if there even was a VR guitar hero but there is a game similar to it.

I like it that when when Guy grabbed Maz into camo outfits he already had a sidekick character ready called Dan-o-flage.

Maz just saying there's a changing room while Guy is in Shezow form yet Maz is wearing stolen camo outfit.

I didn't see him pay for it unless he got it off screen.

Anyways the Little Moochers remind me of the Munchkins from the Wizard of Oz but do crime and they all have helium voices.

I like it that Shezow just joke about the bank not having a drive thru while also causing property damage by hulk smash breaking in the bank.

Couldn't Shezow just sneak through the vents or sneak around the back to cause less property damage?

Guy almost blew his cover as Shezow since he didn't do the fake female voice but good thing everyone was too busy with the crime to notice.

The battle music gives me Splatoon vibes 2:51-3:14.

I like it that Maz is useful and helping the bank hostages leave the scene safely while the battle is still happening.

I like it that it's canon that everyone knows that Shezow is sidekick less and gets called out on why Maz is here.

But I'm glad this cartoon gave the sidekick something to do instead of just having them be there.

My favorite pose for Shezow and the guard keeps messing up Dan-o-flage's name by calling him something other than his sidekick name.

Maz gets no credit since he helped move those people to safety while Shezow was busy fighting villains but all he gets is a pity clap from a random background character with no name.

But life be like that though.

Guy's expression is like "Hey there some money under my boot and don't mind if I do."

Which he shouldn't do and also where are the camera's in the bank that would catch Shezow stealing?

Also the autograph paper is the beta pitch design for Shezow which is a nice touch.

I remember seeing that design online when looking up the show at the time the show got cancelled and wanted to know more about it.

SheZow – Moody Street Kids (moodystreetproductions.com)

SheZow on Behance

This has the beta Shezow design photo as a silhouette that Shezow was signing as a autograph.

DHX Media Acquires Rights to Australian animated comedy series "SheZow!" (cartoonbrew.com)

Also there is a Shezow Cosplay outfit online but no bootleg plush of Shezow yet that I know about.

COWOWO Game SheZow Cosplay Costume SheZow Jumpsuit Bodysuit Cloak Halloween Uniform Men Carnival Cos Party Outfits Clothing - AliExpress

I like that the cops come in at the last minute to try to stop the crime but Shezow and Maz already got it.

Also I want a episode where it's just Guy's cop dad and his cop sidekick in a episode.

Like Shezow (Guy) just let's him have a cool hero moment to make him feel better maybe his dad would be less angry at Shezow.

I like it that the background music in the bank is just the Shezow theme but a elevator version of it and slower in speed.

It's a nice touch.

I like it that Guy's guitar strings broke in the VR game which symbolizes his guilt for stealing the money.

The only way Guy could get the full money back as a refund he might need the receipt but if it's a game store the game console might lose value.

I know from experience.

Apparently in Megadale 500 dollar bills exists but I'm not sure if the USA $500 is a thing you can still use.

Maz says "That's gangster." like a nerd thinking he's cool.

Also the show mentions that the cameras were on to record Shezow stealing and the secret identity thing which is a first for a cartoon calling itself out.

Most just pretend that cameras at the bank are not everywhere but the show did the oh yeah the bank didn't see the video so now you have a time limit thing.

This is before Tik Tok was a thing where everyone had cameras and recorded everything.

Oh yeah Shelia says there is a rule if Shezow steals literally anything then the shero will just shrink out of existence.

This is another reason I remembered this episode.

Later Guy proceeds to make fun of leprechauns and jockey's so basically small people.

I like how Guy is not freaking out that he is becoming Ken doll sized and is like this is fine then gets told it's a Shezow side effect that Guy will become Antman small.

Guy calls it Sherinkage and Shelia calls him a thug to his tiny face.

It's cool that the store returned Guy's stolen money VR game consle with a full refund even though Maz had the receipt.

Most stores wouldn't take it back without the receipt or give store credit instead of the full amount.

Also Guy returned it as a tiny being and I'm surprised no one thought he was a bug and tried to squish him or any animal wanting to eat him.

I would love to see that side of the episode.

Also the ring doesn't work when the side effect is in play so that's a nice touch to the lore.

Also is it double stealing if you destroy the bank camera footage?

Also the short jokes are everywhere and I like how Guy's voice is normal while the Little Moochers voices where helium sounding.

Also the cops like donuts joke thing.

Also Kelly holding mini Guy is a weird out of context image if you have never seen the show.

Oh the show found a loophole where someone else or a outside force has to destroy the evidence.

Also the show called out Maz for not paying for his outfit and gaslight him like the police is there.

But Maz still got away with not paying for his outfit but Maz doesn't have powers so it's good.

I give this a 8/10.

Fun Fact in the dub of the anime Mix Master there is a character called Chino who has the same voice actor as Guy Hamdon.

I got a request a long time ago that doesn't exist anymore of Guy in his VR rock gear guitar rocking with Chino from this anime.

They were both on model but in sketch form not colored in.

This episode made me remember this anime was a thing and I might review this too.

Chino (Card Wang: Mix Master) - MyAnimeList.net

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Some weird gross bootleg apps I found for Shezow but I wouldn't upload them if I were you.

Little Doctor Ear For: Shezow Version | Apps | 148Apps

Dentist Game for Shezow Version | Apps | 148Apps

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A Shezow plush that might be either Etsy made or fanmade.

I'm trying to find this plush but I found the store that is a spanish store that is in the red and white color with the price tag.

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shezow peluche - Meme by GrillAndEggs :) Memedroid

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SheZow S01E02 Making Bank & Super Sidekick - YouTube

#Shezow #Thinking About Reviewing Each Episode #Makin Bank #Sheviews #My Thoughts

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raayllum · 10 months

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“Hey,” the Moonshadow elf says, swinging back around for a moment. Her pack follows the motion, slung unevenly over one shoulder. “You’re a criminal, aren’t you?” “I prefer to think of it as high risk trading,” Nyx sniffs. “If someone wanted information around here,” Rayla asks, “where would they go?” A beat. “What sort of information?” “The dark mage black market.” Rayla’s expression shifts like the sand, hard and unforgiving. “I know it’s here. They use soulfangs for all sorts of things.” She’s even heard they use soulfangs to make coin prisons, although she’s never seen one in person.

She only had to think on Scumport’s reputation to imagine a multitude of possible answers. Rayla had only heard of the place after months of sniffing around for clues, and even then the name only came in whispers from loosened tongues. The town was a hub of Xadia’s most unscrupulous denizens: hunters, pirates, and thieves. With the Border open, humans of similar stripes had found their way to Scumport’s all-too-welcoming docks, too—and with them came dark mages.

Rayla stows her swords away, and Nyx flashes the merchant a charmingly apologetic grin. “You wouldn’t mind keeping quiet about that little outburst and not spreading it along to other merchants for a feather, would you?” If news spreads, of course, other merchants down the river and other branches of the market won’t want to talk to them, and then whatever Rayla is so desperately (and angrily) chasing will be even harder to find.

“There was someone on a ship that should’ve docked here this morning,” Rayla told him, her voice low. “A human man. A dark mage—” “I sell charms,” the merchant growled. “Won’t find what yer lookin’ for here.”

“So just go home,” Rayla snaps. “You’re not wanted here—” “Well I’m not wanted there either,” Nyx says. “And I don’t want to go back.”

“Don’t worry,” the other elf said, holding up her hands in a vague apology. “When one of our kind washes up in Scumport, well…they’re rarely in good standing back home.” Rayla caught her meaning. “So, you’re… also…?” “Of course. For…” she chewed her lip and counted on her fingers. [...] “What did you do?” “Nothing I regret.” Rayla blinked. Redfeather eyed her and swung herself back into a sitting position, her boots thudding against the floor. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on what’s behind you. Listen—if they hadn’t made me a Ghost I wouldn’t have ended up here.” Rayla glanced skeptically around the dim room. “Don’t make that face!” Redfeather laughed. “This is all a gift, once you learn to see it that way. It’s freedom—don’t you feel it? Why else would you be in Scumport?”

They’re silent for a long time, until: “I left him.” Nyx opens her eyes and looks over at Rayla to find the kid looking back at her, across the flames. Her eyes are open and alert, her voice tight, like she’s numbed her tongue and the feeling, but the words cut through and hurt in spite of her best efforts. “He offered me a home and gave me everything I could want, but I...” Rayla stops and starts, the words coming out in a choppy, slightly choked flood. “I couldn’t lose him.”

Rayla felt a great many things, and all of them hurt. She thought of the Silvergrove. Ethari at his workbench, metal marvels at his fingertips. Mushcup and moonberry surprise. And beyond the Border, a warm castle, and a mage—

This marketplace is carved into the dark side of a mountain, sitting in an almost permanent shadow from the positioning of the sun.

She set her sights on another stall, this one set up in the shadow of a ramshackle old building that Rayla almost mistook for a pile of rubble.

The man raises a pale, large hand and Rayla prepares herself for the blow—she doesn’t want to run from this, too—when an arm pushes her back, and a familiar sounding voice sounds. “Sorry ‘bout my friend,” Nyx chirps, pushing Rayla behind her. “Nasty temper. I’m sure the cloak can’t be worth more than a piece of silver, do you?” Nyx flips a silver coin in the air and the man catches it.

Rayla’s hands slipped to her back to find the hilts of her blades—but someone grabbed her by the neck of her cloak and pulled her backwards. “There you are,” came a loud and unfamiliar voice. “I told you to come find me when your ship docked, not wander around the market.”

—the devil's in the details (but you got a friend in me), october 2021 / tdp reflections: chasing shadows, july 2023

#chasing shadows #my fic #tdp nyx #redfeather #brotp #parallels #predictions achieved #not quite but the closest tag i got #i was losing my mind realizing how similar it was in terms of like. certain lines / convos #something something wayward elves finding each other and rayla's older companion being decidedly worse for wear as an exile #and probably not as wholesome as 'devil in the details' turned out but who knows #once again i am asking wonderstorm to hire me

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analexthatexists · 3 months

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Frick it, Dreamtale Infection AU Concept

The MLP Infection AUs have managed to inspire me to make something absolutely despicable, so here you go.

TWS: DESCRIPTIVE BODY HORROR (PLEASE TELL ME IF I NEED TO ADD ANYMORE OF THESE)

(also I updated some stuff after looking over it now that I’m no longer tired as hell)

Ready? Click READ MORE and prepare yourself.

THE PLOT

In a timeline where the human that originally killed Nim and went on to become a part of the being that killed/possessed Nightmare, there was never such a man. Rather, never such a human at all. A terrible plague swept the Tree of Feelings, seemingly from an unknown type of worm or parasite that had become resistant towards most means of magic, explaining how they were able to survive eating through the magic apples without dying. Ink and others are still unsure how this is possible, but there were more concerning things to worry about as the infected apples had found a host approximately 6 years after the passing of Nim. . .

THE CHARACTERS

DREAM

Status: Healthy Feeling: Confused/Scared Infection: 0% After a series of unfortunate events, Dream was taken from his AU and brought to a strange Multiversal hub of sorts alongside other Sanses trying to put a stop to this sudden infection. He has absorbed/eaten the last Golden Apple that survived the infestation and struggles to figure out what to do now that all of this is happening, but he continues to try and help when and how he can. Think of this as the replacement for the original Dark Apple Incident, only...Way worse. He is the most sought after by the infection and the infected, as his body contains one of the last non-infected Golden Apples and serves as a great weakness towards their growth if he ever figures out how to unleash his greater capabilities and take a stand. "...Brother...I need to help my brother. Help everyone. But...How?"

SWAP

Status: Injured Feeling: Tense/Determined Infection: 0% After losing Ink and his brother, Swap's become a lot more serious and willing to get his hands dirty to protect those he cares about. He looks after Dream like a big brother and will fight till his SOUL shatters before surrendering. He mostly just wants to keep hope high and people safe. He's usually the one amputating people when they are at risk of infection, and thankfully hasn't had to amputate himself yet. He does his best not to be reckless, but in extreme, aggressive times, sometimes he can forget. "This is for everyone. I AM the Magnificent Sans, and I WILL make sure we survive this! I swear on it..."

ERROR

Status: Missing Feeling: Annoyed/Stressed Infection: 23% Error has no clue what's going on. Originally he was just going to have it his way and erase whatever vile abominations were popping up as he usually does, but for once he was overpowered by someone who wasn't Ink. More on that later... Swap had insisted on amputating him, but Error never really liked people touching him, so he simply vanished, leaving the group behind. His right arm's been badly bruised and shows signs of early infection, but refuses to get it fixed by anyone other than himself. He was always stubborn like that... And that stubbornness will eventually cost him. "Forget it...I don't need their help. I can figure out a better way to deal with this than having one of Ink's friends cutting my arm off."

INK (UPDATED)

Status: Infected Feeling: Hysterical, Losing his mind Infection: 62% As he's partially made of ink and able to turn into ink, he quickly became a victim to the outbreak after realizing too soon that he was in danger. The infestation's ink-like substance fused itself with Ink's own, basically possessing him. The vials have been thrown aside and now carry the same substance to infect others with, his emotions now being managed through the ink itself as it is sort of like liquid negativity. The infectious substance can be seen running through and down his arm and leg bones as well as out of his eyes and mouth. This makes Ink a lot more animalistic and irrational, and although it still speaks a little bit like him, this is no longer Ink. It's unclear if he can regain himself in this state, but he's certainly not getting any better. His main goals have become spreading the infection to more and more people, but he’s also hunting after Error while he’s at it. He’s their primary target so far, and loves to taunt him and the rest of the gang whenever he gets to. His warped mind sees all of this as nothing more than a game, and he’s not looking forward to losing it. "H a h . . . Come on, Error!. . . Isn't this a wonderful game!?"

DUST

Status: Missing Feeling: Manic/Anxious Infection: 5% Once infected humans and monsters found their way into Dusttale, Dust was quick to begin going on a killing spree with excitement. However, he caught on quickly that something was wrong, and was quick to flee the area. He can't figure out if he's been infected or if his mind's playing tricks on him, but he's not about to let that answer keep him from getting his way. "I'll find whoever did this and kill them where they stand...I'm sure I could...Heh...That sounds real fun, doesn't it Paps..."

KILLER

Status: Dead Feeling: N/A Infection: 100% While Dust and Error were able to realize ahead of time that they were outmatched and got away in time before risking too much of their own well-being, Killer wasn't so fortunate nor willing to back down. He took on several at once, the thrill of getting dust and blood all over the battlefield and his own jacket exciting him. He let the bloodlust get to his head, and paid the price once he began to tire out and was ambushed. What remains of his body and especially his jacket went to use after the infected fed on his bones and magic. A dish best served cold indeed. [N/A]

HORROR

Status: Infected Feeling: Hungry Infection: 74% Horror simply thought the human shuffling around Snowdin drooling a strange black substance was merely just a really sick or diseased one. He didn't plan to eat it, of course not, but it seemed by the human's expression that it wanted to eat him. In an encounter with this strange human, Horror realized as its mouth spewed out black tendrils that it was more than just a simple illness or a sick day that wasn't right with this human, but it was too late. What was inside of the human entered Horror through the large crack in his skull, and from there it festered, soon to devour the lumbering skeleton whole. What was once Horror has now been reduced to a mass of tendrils and living agony in a decomposing, axe-wielding brute. Do not return to this AU. It will know you're there. It will hunt you down. It will kill you. ". . . h u n g r y. . . n e e d t o e a t . . ."

NIGHTMARE

Status: Dead Feeling: N/A Infection: 100% He never wanted to eat that disgusting apple, but he was forced to by bullies for a sick joke. Forced to unleash a hell that he never wanted to. It started as a minor headache and some stomach pain, but quickly spiraled out of control. It was growing inside of him, and it was eating him alive. He couldn’t stop it. It poured out of his eye and mouth uncontrollably, tore through his bones with force and left the boy’s body mutilated before turning to dust. The substance took no physical form as of then, but knew from this first host what form it would eventually take on once it had enough power and mass to. . . IT STOLE HIS VOICE AND BODY. DO NOT TRUST IT. STAY ALERT. IT MAY LOOK AND SOUND, BUT CANNOT FEEL. N/A

MORE CHARACTERS MAY BE ADDED, IM JUST LISTING OFF THE ONES I HAD IDEAS FOR. FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST YOUR OWN!

THE INFECTION

It originates from the Dark Apples from the infested Dreamtale universe and came to be once Nightmare fell victim to them, which allowed the substance to absorb his life and magic energy and even some of his memories and mind to be able to start infecting other beings in the area, such as the bullies who caused this to happen and eventually most of the village’s residents. Eventually it gained enough power and energy to evolve from a large writhing mass of tendrils and slime to being able to mimic the shapes of those it infected, but before it could do so, it remained a large mass of black slime that spread around the village and withered away plant life until Ink came along to try and tackle the issue himself after evacuating the remaining, living and non-infected inhabitants out of the AU including Dream. Ink was eventually infected himself and became one of the main hosts used by the infection. “Ink” then went around spreading the infection to AUs like Underswap and Horrortale, where it proceeded to do massive damage. If nothing was done about it, it could destroy the entire Multiverse, so it’s a good thing survivors like Swap, Dream and Error were around, even if Error wasn’t too interested in being a hero and working with his rival’s teammate (Referring to Swap).

The Infection has a few stages and forms which I’ll go over.

Stage 1 - Infection has entered host, growing inside of stomach and is stealing nutrients. Will quickly begin consuming the stomach and other organs. Feeds off of negativity and will grow faster in more depressed, stressed, or hopeless hosts. Weakened by optimistic and positive hosts and greatly by positive magic. This is the only time that the infection can be amputated or possibly removed, but be warned; It spreads fast.

Stage 2 (UPDATED)- Infection has grown too big to be contained by host and breaks out forcefully by tearing through skin, bone, etc like a cocoon and killing the host in the process. The mind and original host are gone, there remains nothing but the parasite. Hosts such as Nightmare and casual residents will commonly be eaten through quickly and without thought, but others with potential such as Horror and Ink will be eaten sparingly as to make full usage of their abilities, but still making sure they have no more control. The infected that choose to make use of their hosts without consuming them immediately are classified as Advanced Hosts.

From here, the parasite will either choose to remain a roaming mass and fuse with others to create larger blobs that’ll cover and surround areas, or begin focusing on mimicry’ and mobility, fusing with others to eventually form mobile humanoid forms based off the other hosts they’ve taken on. These can also begin mimicking the voices of their hosts to trick people. These are classified as Roamers and Mimics respectively.

(NEW) Symptoms of the infection include:

Increased hostility and negativity

Slurred speech

Mild to severe headaches and stomach pain

Weakened Immune System

Extreme Hunger

Emotional Outbursts

Vomiting

Black tar-like substance spilling from bones, skin, eyes and mouth

Bloodlust

Can be weakened or even killed by strong amounts of positive magic, and is weak to fire, explosions, and large amounts of blaster-based energy. Light or sunlight does not seem to hurt it, rather only aggravate it.

THE MARE (UPDATED)

The Mare is what you’d consider the Corrupt Nightmare of this Multiverse and the root of the infection. It is the strongest and most dangerous thing to come out of the infection, but if killed, the infection will not go away instantly. It will however be greatly weakened due to such a loss. It’s the same basic idea with some extra steps. The original mass that includes the remains of Nightmare will eventually support enough mass to take the form of a large, skeletal creature that uses the leftover jacket from Horror or Killer (Depending on if Horror dies or not. If he does, then it uses his jacket over Killer’s) as a sort of outfit and way of keeping a low-enough profile. This is the entity that will be hunting after Dream and the main cast once it forms, it’s primary goal being to lure away and kill Dream. Design is similar to Classic Corrupt Nightmare’s, only…WAY more grotesque and lanky. This variant commonly has its hood up and more slim, sharper tentacles than the original (Which become VERY useful for quickly infecting and killing people, making it REAL dangerous), and might I also mention is a lot less mentally (and let’s be honest, physically) humane. The Mare is a lot more irrational and animalistic, while commonly remaining silent especially during hunting or killing, it’s known to have been heard laughing or even screaming uncontrollably before. It’s unclear why, but it’s varying, mixed mindset is potentially due to all of the infected making up its body having each of the remains of their original hosts’ emotions clashing together. Only one Mare can exist at a time, it seems, due to there only have being one Nightmare. It can also mimic the voices of all previous hosts the infected that make up its body have taken over, almost to a near-perfect degree expect for the slight echoing effect and very minor pitch lowering.

Welp, that’s that idea. Do whatever you want with it, change it up, add some new things, he’ll, maybe even do your own thing and pay no attention to this concept, I don’t really care. Just have fun with it! :)

I have no clue if any of this even makes sense it is late as hell for me and I’m literally typing the rest of this out in bed on my phone but uhhhhhh yeah that’s all suggest/criticize/correctness if ya want, ye

#Infection au #utmv #dreamtale #dream sans #nightmare sans #ink sans #error sans #sans au #the bad sanses #undertale horror #Bro I’m so tired jriehfjrhdiehdhdhd #I am going to BED!!!!!#Gaaaah!!!!!

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