#being notified of your friends' interactions constantly

[diorsbrando]

AIZEN SOUSUKE AND A TEASING MAKEOUT IM GUNNA CRY.

i have been saving this ask so i deeply apologize for it being so late. letting it marinate in my mind and been working on it for days (don’t judge me) because i kept having to stop or got distracted. but aizen. aizen. aiiiizeeennnnnn. sosuke aizennnn hnngghh! he is just so hot i cannottttt and this ask was. omg. he makes me lose all common sense and decorum. no but tell me why when i first saw it my eyes got so big bc i thought u were notifying me of that aizen now had a rp blog😭😭😭😭💀💀💀 now that would have been something LMFAOOAOAO. anyway let's dissect this for a moment. @shirohyorin pls look at this bc i want ur praise approval. badly. also @zynoist bc i thought you’d enjoy this

i find aizen incredibly alluring, very handsome, smart, capable, most likely well endowned etc etc. but let's direct our attention to pre-defection aizen, when he had glasses and was the captain of the 5th division. i find this aizen attractive too, but it's a lot more subtle and there's something about him that's literally so hypnotizing that you can't help but want to get close to him, to pick at his brain, to see how he thinks and feels— just get to know him fr, because very little personal information about him is known. and that of course intrigued you. it's like....you wouldn't expect him to be anything besides the way he is now, with his soft, almost demure personality of his, the way his glasses sat at the bridge of nose, his brown locks that brushed against the skin of his forehead and cheekbones....

oh. this was starting to sound a little romantic wasn't it? you soon came to terms with the fact that it became more than just being curious about the brunette captain. and he seemed to take an interest in you too, a co-lieutenant of another squad. maybe it was something you said, or your always greeting him whenever the two of you crossed paths, but gradually, sosuke aizen was becoming more and more of a 'friendly' occurrence in your life.

you hadn't realized just how....suave aizen could be. it didn't occur to you how pleasant you found his voice whenever he spoke about...literally anything. even the most dull of shinigami duties or regulations, you'd find yourself listening to him intently, hanging onto his every word as if he were spinning some thrilling, fantasy tale for you. at times, you thought you'd needed more rest, or more sunlight— something just had to be wrong because you could have sworn that he uttered something borderline flirtatious (a little too close to your ear), his gentle voice dipping a little too deep. yeah, you must have been working too hard, there was no other logical explanation. you must have been confusing his kind nature for him actually being fond of you in a way that suggested that the two of you were more than acquaintances or comrades. you had to have imagined the lidded look in his eyes whenever he addressed you, the hand that inched from the your shoulder then to your back...then a little lower down your spine at times.....

yes, all of this was just your imagination. this happens when you get close to someone you know next to nothing about right? yeah....right. so you constantly had to ignore the flutter in your chest whenever aizen so much as glanced in your direction and gave you one of those soft smiles that seemed to hypnotize you (and everyone else). you had to ignore the increasing desire to gain his attention, to carve out a place for yourself in his soul— to mean something to him that was more than just an acquaintance within the gotei 13. your simply just being inquisitive turned into something else, you had to toss a blanket over the flames of longing for aizen that grew in the pit of your stomach with each interaction. 

friends—yes you could for sure call yourselves that now over how close you’ve grown to him (he even seems to feel the same), feel this way about their other friends don’t they? you were sure they did. you were sure it was normal to hang out with one another after hours, when most squad members were either in their own quarters, sleeping, or hanging out with their friends. so you didn’t think much of aizen’s....intriguing request to meet him outside near the woods at dusk, and walk back with him to squad five’s barracks, your little heart reveling in how he “just wanted your company because i’ve hardly seen you today”. you didn’t think too hard about his insistence on accompanying you to his personal captain’s quarters, and ignored the heat building up in your body when you hear the door fatefully slide shut. the noise was almost deafening, and the few candle lights scattered throughout the dimly lit room didn’t make the atmosphere any less.....secretive or intimate. 

you stopped questioning the events that unfolded in the blink of an eye— matter of fact you could hardly think straight at all with aizen’s lips now on top of your own, dancing to a melody only the two of you could hear. it was slower, sweeter, cheekier kind of dance only the both of your lips seemed to know. he sat against the wall, and you were on his rather broad lap, feeling yourself so so close to melting every time his lips brushed against some exposed part of your skin. the kiss started off experimental, seeing if it was okay, and then it shifted into something more exploratory, discovering new crevices of each other’s mouth you’d never thought you’d experience first hand. that’s when his hand slid down to the back of your neck, a silent captain’s order to ‘stay still. stay right here and let me do i would like to you’ and damn, did you comply so damn fast. a breathy sigh you just couldn’t stop in time escaped from your lips and filtered into his. unfortunately, your eyes were closed, you were too lost in the moment to see the twitching smirk on his pretty plump lips. aizen effortlessly pulled out another dull whine from you when his big palms landed to rest on your waist, leading him to pull you a little closer to him. soon enough, bit by bit, drops of an intense passion seemed to leak into the kiss, as he subtly began to grind your crotch areas against each other— it wasn’t a completely distinguishable movement but you noticed it. how could you not? all your senses were on high alert. you soon grew needier, more desperate and it had become blaringly obvious you wanted needed more. and as soon as you were about to obtain it— it being right in front of your face— your robes already slipping off your shoulders, and your cleavage directly in his view when he started placing kisses on your neck....

he stopped. 

aizen pulled his now slightly swollen lips away from you, so slow that the smacking noise of his mouth withdrawing from your skin elicited another soft whine of protest from deep within your being. aizen’s soft smile of endearment was a thin veil meant to cover up the amused smirk that adorned his gorgeous features. it almost.....almost looked a little mean. no, you must have still been on the high that making out with captain aizen had brought you. you were just imagining that

your mouth hung slightly agape, your chest rising and falling, as you tried to gather the words and ask why. why did he stop? why in the hell did he stop? why did he even bring you here in the first place? why was he acting like this recently? why—

“i apologize,” his mellow, dreamy voice snapped you out of your own head, and made you dart your eyes back to his lidded, bespectacled brown ones. his naturally deep voice reverberated within every bone in your body causing a sharp tingle to shoot up your spine, causing your figure to twitch in his lap. 

“i’m afraid that something has come up, and i need to attend to it immediately. hopefully you can forgive me for...interrupting our good time.” his palms absentmindedly grazing and squeezing the junction between your hips and thighs prevented you from completely processing what he said. you didn’t even question what it was that he had to do at this hour.

he offered you another warm smile. “perhaps we can continue tomorrow night?”

and then he’d depart, leaving you in his personal quarters (a wordless invitation to sleep there? you weren’t sure but the thought made your heart race again). the adrenaline and excitement you felt from being in such an intimate, compromising position with a captain greatly overrode the budding feeling in the back of your mind, that this wouldn’t occur again for quite a while.

sorry i— i promise i’ll make a soft piece about aizen one of these days; a piece where he isn’t devious or mischievous or doesn’t have any ulterior motives. where he’s just a sweetheart in love like we always dream about 😔

#sosa’s filez 💭 #sailewhoremoon #—sosa’s thoughts💭 #🍫—asks! #nonnie! #aizen ❤️‍🩹

[natashacoco]

Hi can you do more headcanons for Lewis Tan X Reader where the reader is quite introverted and shy please?

Yes of course. And I apologize about the late reply but the app isn't notifying me about any messages that I get. Currently trying to figure out why.

Lewis Tan x Shy Introverted! Reader

In all the time that Lewis has known you that you were shy

He didn't think too much about it, he'd say hello to you and notice how your face would grow warm when he spoke to you or how your eyes would never meet his

He even swore once or twice that you were holding your breath when he spoke to you

You wouldn't exactly reply back, more like a murmuring mumble or something in acknowledgment

You'd always be off on the side of the friend group, never too close to others yet close enough where you could still be included

You'd speak when spoken to but it never felt like you'd go out of your way to bring the attention to yourself

Lewis wasn't sure what made him notice you in more than a friendship way but he suddenly realized that you were constantly on his mind.

It'd be in the way that you'd try to sooth yourself when you were uncomfortable meeting new people

He didn't want to push you into talking or interacting more with him than what you were comfortable with

He'd start off slow, interacting more with you when it came time to hang out with friends

He'd ask you questions about yourself, your likes and hobbies

It made you uncomfortable at first, being asked so many questions about yourself

You'd shrug them off or even give one to two word answers

that was until he discovered the way that you'd light up when asked about something you loved or were passionate about

you were the most talkative then and he made sure to mentally take notes on what he learned about you then

how else would he get to know more about the shy and introverted friend that he couldn't get out of his mind?

eventually you started to become more comfortable with Lewis, even taking the lead on starting conversations with him

That's when you realized how comfortable he'd made you, that you were no longer the shy and introverted person you use to be around him

it was still a work in progress with others, but no longer with him

of course your relationship with other people was still ongoing but it was no longer like that with Lewis

#lewis tan #lewis tan x shy! reader #lewis tan x introverted! reader #lewis tan x shy introverted! reader #one shot #masterlist #anon request

[22degreehalo]

Something that I’d really like to do, that I think is actually on the more achievable side for me, is an interactive fiction game I’ve been mentally calling ‘ADHD Simulator.’

Do you remember Depression Simulator, from the mid 2010s? The one that GamerGate theoretically sorta started around? The whole premise of that was that you were playing from the perspective of someone with depression, but the obviously ‘correct’ options (like asking for help etc.) were all greyed out, representing that even if you knew that was the best and healthiest thing to do, you just didn’t have the energy or stability to do them. 

It was a great message, but as was pointed out by a few people, that still left you the option with the next best/healthiest choice (like spending time with other people rather than alone), which did indeed give you the best ending if you consistently chose them. So arguably, the greyed out choices didn’t really make much gameplay difference.

For years now I’ve sorta had in my head a vision of a version of that where no choices are greyed out, but the ‘right’ choices are actually completely unpredictable and messy. Like, maybe pushing yourself to do something difficult is good for you one day, but another day it just elevates your stress levels so high you get nothing done. Daydreaming about your hyperfixation instead of doing work or talking to people actually is fulfilling and good and calming and makes everything better.

The whole point is to represent what is honestly one of the biggest issues with ADHD to me: the unpredictability, and the difficulty explaining it all to other people. It seems obvious that procrastinating doing something difficult is a bad thing, but what if you genuinely can barely concentrate on one sentence at a time right now, and there really is a good chance that reading will be easier later? But then you also raise your chance to forget entirely and not do it at all. These are the sorts of decisions I have to make in my head constantly, many many many times per day, and unless you can experience the unwinnability of it all yourself, IDK how to make it clear that it’s not just that I don’t know the right thing to do.

The way it works I think is that it all works against an energy/motivation/stress meter. Whenever you do something, you’re notified how much it’s probably going to impact the meter, and if your tension goes too high or whatever you freeze up and can only stumble through unthinkingly through the rest of the day. But sometimes things unexpectedly add a lot of stress (like, checking your hobby social media causes you to see a Bad Take that makes you feel awful about yourself) or vice versa, and sometimes things just happen without need for any choice at all, while at others even things like ‘get up and have a shower’ require a choice and added stress.

There’s other narrative meaning in the choices, too. Sometimes something seems like it should be a choice, but the option never comes up, like you’re prepared for an option to remember to do something later but then the scene just happens and then your character is berating themselves for not doing it and not being able to explain why. Because that’s what forgetting is actually like. Or sometimes when something is really gruelling, I can ask the player to repeatedly make tedious choices over and over (like ‘give up’ vs ‘read the next line’ 20 times in a row). Or when trying to think of what to do right now, I can overload the player with 30 options, only two of which - buried in the sea of unimportant trivial shit - are actually ‘healthy’ or ‘important’ ones.

I first came up with the idea a few years back when I was looking for law jobs and I’ve always imagined it having that setting: you’re living at home, sending out job applications into the uncaring void with 0 clue if it’s doing anything at all, while also balancing friends and family and your hyperfixation. In my plan, at the end of the week (or whatever time), you get notified that an application you put in three months ago has lead to a job. Nothing ‘productive’ you did that week actually made any difference at all. And your ‘best’ ending - the one where you’re happiest and feel the best about yourself and your life - comes from repeatedly choosing to daydream and write fanfic rather than the most straightforwardly ‘healthy’ choices. Because that happened to me, and that is indeed what I think most fondly about when I look back on that time.

#adhd #long post

[unoscraft]

"Silenced Plea"

written by Alyssa Juliana Balingit

When will the class end? I’d have to quickly go to my part-time job.

“Any questions, class? ” our teacher asked.

My classmates all agreed: “ None, Sir. ”

“ So that's all for today. ” I was arranging my things when the teacher told me to meet him after class. “ Are you having any problems? ” My ears rang with this never-ending question.

“ Yes, you're constantly in class, but you don't really speak or sleep.” he continued. 

“ No, sir. I'm good. Is that all? ” I replied before proceeding to my part-time job.

For group work the next day, I was paired with the class president.

How can someone smile and interact with others so effortlessly even without hesitation? It's quite distracting.

“ Good morning, Avery.” he typically says, a smile spreading throughout his face. I simply nodded in response. He kept initiating a conversation in which I didn't know how to respond since I didn't know what to say. But I do appreciate his efforts.

I spotted the sun setting. I was ready to leave the university when I noticed a group of people looking at me. But I didn't mind it because I was used to it. Oh, how I had no idea what horror awaited me back then.

Another school day, I definitely felt a lot of their stares and murmurs as I walked down the corridor. My anxiety rapidly builds up. What is going on?

“ They now know.” someone screamed in my head.

Sancho appeared suddenly alongside me. He smiled, as he always does when he greets me. “ Is there something up? " I asked, hesitantly. He seemed puzzled that I initiated a conversation first.

I noticed he was tense when he said there were photographs on the school's website. My heartbeat quickened as his words resonate in my ears. I dashed to the bathroom to check my phone. My palms began to sweat, and breathing became difficult.

I thought I could finally get away from what happened when someone uploaded a picture of me being sexually violated, but it remains to torment and punish me. My vision was clouded by my tears. How can I go and continue my studies here? When I tried to compose myself and go, hours had passed and class was probably still going on.

I spotted Sancho lounging at the restroom's entrance. There were also coffee cups and a paper bag on the floor. “ I ordered these so we could eat and drink together; do you want to go out? " he asked.

I was concerned as to what he was thinking. How could he still approach me and act this way if he had seen the post? We stepped outside and took a seat on a bench. I could feel the breeze. It's a gloomy day. He handed me the cup and opened the bread wrapper. He didn't say anything to me; he just sat by me until the evening. When we realized it was going to rain, he offered to take me home. On our walk, the rain began to fall at the same time as my tears, as he held my hand and ran to find a cover. When I eventually broke down, we were on the staircase. He stood right in front of me, but I couldn't see his expression.

“ I apologize, I didn't really mean to cry in front of you. " This is terrible. 

“ I'm truly sorry.” I say as I bow my head, my tears falling once more.

“ Please refrain from apologizing. It's not your fault, Avery. It was never the case and it will never be. I'm not going to force you to open up or do anything. You can let me know when you're ready. I’ll be here. ” He spoke softly.

“ I was raped.” I said meekly, overwhelmed.

“ I was raped by someone I considered a friend. I was diagnosed with severe depression and social phobia, and I took a few months off before enrolling in this school.” My heart constricted as I said those phrases for the first time.

“ Thank you for having the courage and strength to tell me, and I promise to be here for you and to help you.”

"May I give you a hug?" He sought permission.

I nodded, yearning for warmth. I had no idea somebody could give me such comfort. That rainy night, I wailed once more in his embrace.

Months passed, and he followed through with his promise. He notified the school administration, deleted the post, and filed the rape case. He had spoken with all of the students. I'm doing better in school now that time has passed. I can now interact with others without feeling uneasy. He's been by my side the entire time.

Years went by, but he remains at my side. I now go to therapy every two weeks. He officially courted me during our freshman year of college, and we've been dating for about three years.

“ What miracle did I do in my past life to even deserve you? ” I gently run my hands through his hair.

He saved me, in all ways possible and I'll be eternally grateful to him. I stare intently at Sancho as he sleeps. I never thought there would be someone who would genuinely love me in this life.

Before I realized it, today's me had hopes for tomorrow's you.

#AlyssaBalingit #FlashFiction

[driving-hazard]

Svetlana's Brainbow

I've been stuck in my room for longer periods than this, but for some reason this time it's hard not to wanna get up and leave. If it isn't a sort of self-imposed reverse psychology, I reckon it's just nerves. If I'm going to finish the imaging process though, I'll have to stick around for another 49 hours, otherwise I'll interrupt the process and have to start all over. Spinning around in my chair, I try to feel the little creatures in my body as they do their work, little bacteriophage-sized gadgets lodged in the soma and latched to the dendrites of my brain cells and nervous system, constantly electrically poking and prodding them and watching the way their parts react, listening to the signals they hear from their friends upstream. If they do what they're supposed to, in roughly 2 days I'll have an exact copy, give or take a little graininess, of myself inside my computer.

What I'll do with it of course, is a bit of an open secret. Even though the practice of copying is relatively rare, owing to its seeming pointlessness; you could immerse yourself fully in a computer with VR after all, why go through the trouble? It's still met with uncomfortable pauses in conversation, as if you'd just told someone you had a hobby of breaking your own fingers. Of course, that doesn't matter to me. Despite our subcellular integration with computers and machines nowadays, some of us feel an indescribable, inexplicable urge to shed off the rest of it, to be something entirely of our own creation, rather than just partially. Something like that probably sounds utterly psychotic to anyone outside our circles, but no matter who I have to try and talk me out of it, at the end of the day my only second opinion is my own.

Scribbled on a text document in the pile of files littering my desktop is something that passes for a schedule, for both me and my copy. If we were doing anything even resembling science, we would have had a list of experiments, although if you asked me what we'd experiment on I'd come up with a blank, evidenced by the sparseness of the schedule. What it really is for is communication, a way to keep track of when to check up on each other, so that we can relay our experiences informally. That's what my curiosity really boils down to. I want to know what it's like *for me* to live in a computer permanently, what it's like to wake up the morning after being copied, the week after, the month. What the finality of it feels like. Only I can describe that to myself in terms I'd understand.

Why is there a schedule? The brain's compressed state structure might take up only a few petabytes of space, but the execution of a simulated brain takes up a gargantuan amount of processing power, and even worse, you've got to add the resources needed to simulate a body that stretches and squishes and dilates and perspirates and twitches and flexes in a million involuntary, unconscious ways, and an environment that not only will convince your senses of it's reality, but also not simply bore you death. No one like me can afford to have a server in some datacenter at our beck and call for such things, and so we turn to the one option we have, slowdown.

If you run a really big simulation extremely slowly, normally you're just trying to optimize for low resource usage. Slowing down a copy though, has two additional considerations: communication with the outside world, and more importantly to them, communication with each other. If you're stuck anywhere alone, even a spectacularly interesting place, you're going to go fucking insane, so copies need to be running at the same speed so that they can interact with each other. But that speed also cannot be slow enough that you can't communicate with them in a reasonable time frame, otherwise a problem could occur on either end and you'd have no way to notify each other to have it worked out. That trade-off led to the standard for slowdown: 1/30th real-time. Slow enough to be run, fast enough to communicate with.

My computer can easily handle the resources needed to run at this speed, and nothing my copy can get up to in there is going to scratch the space on my drive. Our only concern for now is keeping in touch.

I'm going to sleep for now. I reckon if i can nap my way through most of this, the process won't be too agonizing, even if I'll still be exhausted from sheer lack of activity. The little gadgets in my head sadly can't artificially jolt my muscles, but they can at least artificially put me to sleep while they're doing the imaging.

#the first bit of Svetlana's backstory #I'll start writing the rest of it tomorrow #I know my writing style is quite shit #but it's been a WHILE since i've written much of anything

[arcanamusica]

Arcanamusica Novel #006 - His and Her Case - 彼女と彼の場合 Translation

Note: I HIGHLY recommend reading the short stories 001 and 002 first, as this is a continuation of both of those character's stories.

…Eh?

Even though using Arcanamusica had become a daily routine for her, today, when opening the app, a single news alert immediately drew her full attention.

A new feature has been added.——————————————————————————

At this time, Arcanamusica is pleased to announce that in order for the fans and singers to interact with each other more, we have implemented both a MESSAGE and NOTE function for use. We will notify you of the details to come. 

Thank you for your continued support of Arcanamusica.

-Arcanamusica Management Team

——————————————————————————

Wondering what that could mean, I went to the page of my favorite singer, RiZ, and immediately understood. The words “New” illuminated the title of a post that I clicked on, and saw RiZ’s own short and concise message, “Thank you for everything.” 

“Woah…”

Until now, Armusic only allowed the singers to communicate through the captions of their songs. Some people replied to the comments that were posted on their songs, but RiZ wasn’t the type of singer to do that….The captions on his posts were always the bare minimum, so this was the first time that I could see how he felt with more depth. 

So that’s what he decides to write…

Although he seems a bit distant, and even a little nervous, I could tell that RiZ was making an attempt to communicate directly with his fans, and as I read that sentence over and over, I started to like him more and more. 

I was only interested in his music at first, but…

I was reminded of the friend that introduced me to Armusi who liked Maimy. She said that she had to be the first to know absolutely everything about him as soon as it was posted, turned on notifications for all of his social media and videos, and took screenshots of everything. I had thought that this was a bit excessive because she could just view the posts whenever, but now, I kind of understood where she was coming from. The feeling of wanting to save all of the words and content of someone you liked… maybe it was because I became a stan, and his words resonated so much with me.

I guess… I’ll take a screenshot too.

For some reason, I felt like RiZ wouldn’t be the type of person to post these messages often. I didn’t know much about him yet, but I could just feel that it was a rare occurrence. But, even if it was a rare, fleeting moment, I wanted to be a part of this experience and hold on to the words that he had for his fans, because it made me happy. 

I’ll… try to make a comment. 

As I looked through the comment section, there were countless messages from fans and singers supporting him. It made me think of how popular he really was, and how I wasn’t the only one that was saved by his music. 

What kind of comment should I write?

‘I’m a huge fan, I’ll always support you’? That was a bit overused and standard.

‘I should be the one thanking you’? Erm.. that seemed a bit too formal for a comment.

Maybe I should think about it for a while. 

But even thinking about it was fun. I wondered what kind of comment I could make that would reach him. With that thought in mind, I read his sentences that I hadn’t seen before again, and again, and again. 

***

...Oh shit.

The hand holding his smartphone was shaking from excitement. It was 2 in the morning. How long had he been at this?

It was around 23:00 when I was on the way home from my part-time job and opened the notification that I received from Armusi about the newly added MESSAGE feature, and ever since I had seen it, I had constantly been in anguish while looking at my favorite singer Legge’s page. 

I’m…way too nervous to send a message to Legge!!

I could say something about always being a huge fan, or somehow writing about how important his songs are to me, but the more I thought about it I realized that I don’t have a way with words at all. The only thing I could think to say was “I like you a lot!” or “I’m a huge fan!” and I started to hate myself for it. 

I’m sure Legge is the kind of guy to know a lot of complicated and advanced words…

Just from the short captions that were added to each of his posts, I could tell that he was well-educated and intelligent….Or at least it sure seemed like it. I’m no genius myself, but I can definitely feel that Legge is a pretty smart guy. 

(Doesn’t he have a good job, too? What was it, like a doctor..or lawyer?)

Now that I thought about it, I didn’t really know anything about Legge at all. Just his name and voice. Even though that might have been enough, it's human nature to be greedy and want to know more. Especially if the chances of getting more information come up, I want to know as much as I possibly can. 

Hm…I wonder if Legge will post a NOTE too…

I want to know more about who he is, and how he thinks. I want to see more of his own words and find out. 

Agh! Alright, not today, Satan, not today. I’ll think about it for a while and when I come up with something good I’ll send it. 

I was confident that there would still be a chance to send a message to him in the future, maybe after a new song was posted. Then, I could send a message to him along with how I felt about whatever the new song would be. 

Oh..! Maybe, instead of Legge, I should send a message to someone else first..

With this sudden idea, I navigated to Shibukichi’s page, who was another singer that I was a fan of. I wasn’t as nervous to write to him as I was for Legge, so I thought of some supporting words and sent it in the MESSAGE section.

Just then, I received a reply. 

I have..recieved a reply? 

W-WHAT!? HUH? I-Is that normal, to reply like that, to an average fan?!

His messages contained a standard reply of “Thank you”, and “I’m grateful you’re my fan”, but with the excessive use of exclamation points I could immediately tell that it was a message that Shibukichi himself had written.

He’s so sincere…

I was pretty sure that I wasn’t the only person to send him a message, so I started wondering if he had gone through each person’s message and replied one by one. I was impressed with how straight-forward and real he was, and at the same time, this personality matched how he sang his songs.

Wait. Does that mean.. Hold on, does that- does. Does that mean… that Legge might reply to my messages too?!??!?!

Then it hit me. Without any reason, I had thought that sending a message was a one-way street where I was able to tell Legge how I felt about his music and how it impacted me. But when I realized that he had the ability to respond, I thought more and more about how I could possibly send him a message without sounding like an idiot. 

…What should I do? How do I…write a letter, anyway? Where is the instruction manual?

As my thoughts raced all over the place, I kept drafting what I would include in a message to Legge, adding and erasing my thoughts again and again. 

After all, Legge’s message function only allowed messages from people that he mutually followed, so it was a long way off before I could even send it for real.

#arcanamusica

[recordmcqueen]

not to reiterate my ‘twitter is the bane of critical thinking’ sentiment but the system of restricting post content by character limit and thread continuations only being accessible via extra clicks really butchers any of the nuance in arguments and thats why you end up with the kind of wildly reductionist discourse that honestly gets really draining

like here on tumblr its common to have customarily tagged ‘#long post’s which serves as nothing but acknowledgement cause im sure no one actually filters that tag anyway and it doesnt appear until the very end of a post

and so you read through these giant reblog chains of discussion and clarification and by the end you have - if nothing else - a wider perception of the issue at hand

meanwhile on twitter all you get a little blurb of flash information with little to no clarification or insight directly presented, so all you have to  base your perception of X issue is this one tweet

it just concerns me that the younger generation getting their information from twitter is subject to this method of education cause instead of developing the ability to think critically and explore nuance, they see one (1) fraction of an issue and immediately take a position based on that

anyway twitter is the bane of critical thinking <3

#allya squawks #allya rants #ill say its better than instagram as far as my experience goes cause #insta just invokes sheer spite in me #but twitter gets so draining like i still Use it bc majority of my friends use it as their main platform #theres some great art and fan contents #but on the whole its just so polarized and it gets really draining really quickly #thats not even accounting for the social anxiety factor #being notified of your friends' interactions constantly #and seeing it on your tl right there is just another level of torture tbh <//3 #my rsd bren latches on and withers away

[therunawaykind]

You're so persuasive

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Milf!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ smut, legal age gap, fingering, explicit language, bottom Wanda, teasing, thigh riding, mention of alcohol, swearing. I also shouldn't have to say this but MINORS DNI

Author's Note: I'm not gonna lie I did not see myself anytime soon writing a story just for smut purposes but alas here I am. The idea of milf!reader has not left my head since I read @temptationsbrew milf!reader fic so I had to get it out of my system. Albeit the smut is near the end of the story. Depending on how it goes who knows could have more interactions between Wanda x Milf!Reader

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You had your daughter Ruby at quite a young age which you weren’t mad about even though it wasn’t exactly a planned situation for both you and your boyfriend Lukas at the time. When you both found out albeit being a surprise and very very early for a situation like this to be happening you both were happy. Although let it be known that the addition of taking care of a child in your life didn’t stop you from going through college and earning a degree to get a good job. Albeit you both broke up a few years afterwards due to reasons unrelated to your daughter you both just kind of….fell out of love. You both loved each other dearly Lukas still visited regularly to help with Ruby and would sometimes even take her to where he was living to give you a break. You both are still good friends to this day and Ruby even though she is starting college now spends some weekends where he lives with his fiancee. Whilst you were here single having literally all of Ruby’s high school friends….yes all of them, boys and girls fawning over you all because you were one of the only if not the only mother that was the closest to their age.

Due to you being the closest to their age and frankly probably the least judgemental of all the mothers….yes that includes their own. They came to you for advice and just answers to any of their problems or anything they were curious about. That ranged from homework to friendship drama even to sexuality you heard a lot of it.

Now here you were Ruby was halfway through her first year in college. You suffered through all the rather weird and odd phases she went through, going through puberty hormones flying everywhere between the both of you. Funnily enough, the topic that Ruby was the most nervous to come to you about her sexuality, sure she had seen and heard you giving this talk to so many of her friends and as much as her friends told her to talk to you she never did. She was scared you’d react differently to her because she was your daughter. It was just before she started college she brought it up. After many stutters and fumble of words, she came out and told you she was bisexual. That is one of the moments you were the proudest of your daughter.

That was until you slowly started to regret it.

The number of men and women that girl would have over in her room for hookups. You were sick of it. Did you think she would be like you and find a suitable person to actually date? Yeah yeah, you did. You were convinced. However, that slowly started to change when you started seeing the same two people show up frequently at your house. The first person that would be around constantly would be Pietro and you were convinced she was gonna start dating him. Much to your dismay that didn’t happen, then it was a girl called Wanda. Ruby would frequently alternate between the two…. The shock you had when you realised these two people were brother and sister. Ruby got an earful from you once you found out.

So now here you were at work sitting in your office going through files. When a notification went off on your phone. It was from the company that installed the cameras inside and outside your home in case anyone tried to break in once you and Ruby were out. As you stared at the notification you glanced at the time… it was only one o’clock Ruby still had college so she couldn’t be at home. Since you didn’t know what to expect you connected your headphones to your phone as you opened the app you saw nothing but the girl thee Wanda Maximoff strolling around your house. As you stared at it a million and one questions ran through your head. How did she get in, did Ruby give her a fucking key to get in when she wasn’t there, does she know there are cameras in the house and I can see her. Ruby was gonna get an earful once she got home.

However, what you didn’t know was that Ms Maximoff was crushing on you massively possibly a worrying amount. She literally was only agreeing and continued the hookups with Ruby to catch glimpses of you. It was something about you in those stupidly tight dress pants and tight white blouse when you came in from work that would ruin her in oh so many ways. Wanda stuck around and would stare at you as much as she could, so whenever she was alone and wanted to get herself off she could picture you. She couldn’t lie Wanda lost count of the number of times she came with your name falling from her lips...well more like chanting your name…. It isn’t her proudest moment. Her even worst moment was when she would be with Ruby and she couldn’t help but picture you instead of the daughter, she couldn’t lie she felt terrible and guilty. She had somehow conditioned herself of being able to only achieve her high if she was thinking of you.

She was fucked.

Once you realised it was Wanda you exited the app putting it down to her just being nosey waiting for Ruby to come home. So you got back to your work. You knew you were going to finish later tonight so you text Ruby in advance just to get pizza for herself or something. Acting as if you didn’t know Wanda was in your house. It was something that crossed your mind regularly why the hookups were always at your house and not the Maixmoff’s house. However, you put it down to you being the only other person in the house and being rather carefree about what went on in your house.

That was until you arrived home.

As you pulled into the driveway you saw the lights on in the living room behind the blinds. You saw some constant flashes which you put down to an action movie or something of the sort being watched. As you approached the door and unlocked it you were shocked to hear moans coming from inside the house. You muttered something that even you couldn’t understand, all that ran through your head was she could’ve watched these things in the space and safety of her own bedroom, not the living room where you sit, eat and LIVE. Yet again to your surprise, she wasn’t watching it.

The moans were coming from her and Ms Wanda Maximoff. Wanda heard the door unlock right away and saw you standing at the door. Even though she was dying on the inside she couldn’t help but feel ecstatic at the image of you coming through the door even if it did mean she was reaching her high much quicker than anticipated. However, Wanda didn’t want Ruby to notice your presence so of course, she held onto the back of Ruby’s head and kept it in the crook of her neck, as Wanda watched you wide-eyed as she saw you close the door she moaned louder directly in her ear so Ruby wouldn’t hear the click. Once you stepped inside your house and watched Wanda closely, everything started to come together. She wasn’t here constantly for Ruby it was for you. Because surely every other person would’ve stopped the second they saw a parent walk in but she did everything in her power so Ruby wouldn’t know.

As you walked into the kitchen to get everything to go upstairs to sleep you heard an exclamation of “Fuck Miss Y/L/N!” on one hand you were pleased because everything came together and made sense. However, on the other hand, you really didn’t need to know what things turned your daughter on more. The only thing you were okay with was the fact they weren’t completely nude. As you walked past you looked at Wanda gave her a smirk and a wink and proceeded upstairs. All you could do was smirk when you heard a small fuck escape her lips.

The next few days and weeks went relatively back to normal. No walking in on Ruby with any of the Maximoffs. Although when you did see Wanda nothing was said you both let on that you walked in on the both of them just never happened. Which Wanda had never been so thankful for, what Ruby didn’t know wouldn’t kill her. However, you were at work yet again when you got another notification from the cameras at home, so you did the same thing as last time although this time the person wasn’t in the living room, you flicked through all of the cameras.

Your mouth dropped when you got to the last camera...which happened to be in your room which included a Wanda Maximoff purposefully aimed at the camera. You swallowed dryly as you watched Wanda with her hand underneath her skirt and what seems to be the tightest shirt possible. You turned your phone face down on the desk and internally started cursing at yourself. But of course, you forgot that the cameras had audio so when Wanda started moaning you hid your face behind your hands and groaned. You got suspicious when everything suddenly went silent. As you turned over your phone and stared at it you noticed Wanda looking through your underwear drawer. You muttered, “Wanda what are you doing?” You witnessed Wanda pick up her underwear from off of the bed and place them into your drawer as she picked out a pair of yours and put them on instead. You sat there mouth agape trying to comprehend what you just witnessed.

After that things started changing far too quickly. The hookups between Ruby and Wanda stopped and she actually started dating Pietro. The image of Wanda laying on your bed legs spread would not leave your mind no matter what you tried to do. You were ashamed to say you may have reached your high once or twice with that image in mind.

That woman was like a disease.

As for her underwear in your drawer yeah you were literally too scared to touch them. However, something that freaked you out altogether was Wanda kept coming over to see and talk to you now, her excuse was she didn’t want to have to listen to Pietro and Ruby at her house. Which okay you couldn’t lie was a very good reason.

Tonight was different though you pulled into your driveway after your monthly chat? Meetup? Nightout? With Lukas, It certainly wasn’t a date what would you even classify it as at this stage. You both promised to meet up a catch up about life and anything that goes on in Ruby’s life just so everyone is in the loop. What shocked you though was the light coming from your house you knew Ruby was staying at the Maximoff’s tonight. So there could only be one other person in your house right now. As you walked in through the door and placed your jacket down you heard a low whistle come from the couch.

“If it isn’t Ms Y/L/N actually wearing jeans for a change and not dress pants.”

You chuckled “that is what happens when I’m not working Ms Maximoff.”

“Oh, I’m Ms Maximoff now?”

“You always were Ms Maximoff to me. Since you’re here do you want anything to drink? Except for anything alcoholic, you may be of age but I don’t wanna hear all the comments from the other parents if I gave you alcohol.”

Wanda let out a quiet chuckle “uhh just water or a soda maybe whatever is easiest to get.”

You grab two water bottles and walk back over to sit beside Wanda and place them on the coffee table as well as your phone. As you sit back a message from Lukas pops up saying he's happy you’re home safe. You clear your throat as you notice Wanda staring at your phone “You were out with Lukas?” you grab your water and take a gulp and nod hesitantly “I was it was like our monthly catch up to talk about our lives what’s been going on and talking about what Ruby’s got going on so everyone is in the loop. Keeps things healthy and leads to us not having any arguments about not sharing certain things”

“It’s good you’re both friends after so many years”

You smirk and start playing with your water bottle not noticing Wanda inching closer as you both talk. “Yeah, our break-up never ended badly. We just didn’t love each other the same as when we started out together, so we thought friends would be best.” You slightly jump when you feel Wanda’s hand on your arm.

“That’s very admirable Y/N”

You stare at her wide-eyed “You’ve never called me by my first name before.”

“Well, there’s a first for everything Ms Y/L/N.” You stared at her as you saw her moving to sit as close as possible to you and putting her arm around your shoulder as she whispered “Y/N you don’t know how much I got off thinking about you. Or how all of the hookups I had with Ruby I imagined it was you helping me reach my high and God did it feel so good.”

You took a deep breath in “Wanda...that...this shouldn't happen.”

Wanda moves her head in closer that you can feel her breath on your face “Oh come on Y/N/N you’re telling me you didn’t love the show I gave you up in your room especially with the little gift I left you. You're telling me not once did you get off with that image of me imprinted in your brain? ”

You clenched your eyes shut and wet your lips "Wanda you did that while I was at work and as for your little present I haven't touched them. They are right where you left them.”

“Okay, you denied everything else however you didn't deny getting off to that image in your mind Y/N.”

You opened your eyes back up and bite the inside of your cheek and muttered a “fuck” as you lunged forwards and kissed Wanda placing your hands on the sides of her face. You hear Wanda’s gasp as you kiss her. You could feel Wanda start to whimper and moan with the feel of your lips against hers. You bit her bottom lip and she opened her mouth just enough for you to slip your tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss. You moved your hands down onto her hips to drag her up onto your lap. As you were kissing her a thought came to mind as you started to slow down the kiss and speak in between kisses “See Ms Maximoff something I noticed is you only ever wear these short skirts when you’re over here. Whenever I’d see you out meeting up with friends you’d always be wearing jeans or at least a lot more covered up. Isn’t that just an odd coincidence or was that all planned out?”

You could feel Wanda sitting against you trying to get her breath back “well...what would you say if I did it on purpose?”

You stared at her and licked your bottom lip as you saw her eyes darken as put placed your hands on her thighs. “Well, a girl who would have purposefully planned something like that would probably get rewarded.” you leaned forward and nipped at the lobe of her ear and felt her grab onto your shoulders. As you moved your hands up your thighs and felt Wanda’s breaths get heavier as you whispered in her ear “also does it surprise you Ms Maximoff that I’m actually much more dominant than I let on, it’s quite a nice surprise, isn’t it?” You started placing slow open mouth kisses on her jaw and down her neck as you stared leaving marks. “You’re also a lot more submissive than I expected Wanda. Then again I should’ve expected it when I saw you that night clinging onto Ruby.” You slowly felt Wanda start to move against your thigh as she let out a sigh. As your hands reach her underwear you trace your fingers along the design of them and smirk as you recognise it.

“Is sweet little Wanda Maximoff wearing Ms Y/L/N's underwear, I bet it made you feel so euphoric knowing you had a pair of my underwear and then even going as far as to wear them my my my Wanda you're even bolder than I thought.”

Wanda muttered out a fuck as you felt her hips move faster along your thigh. You moved your head back and saw Wanda’s head thrown back and her bottom lip between her teeth. “No wonder Ruby had you over for so many hookups Wanda you really are insatiable aren’t you?”

Wanda nodded vigorously “Yes fuck yes….mmhmm.” As Wanda was too busy getting herself off on your thigh she didn’t notice the gaze you had on her with your lip bitten.

“Oh we’re gonna have so much fun together Maximoff.”

You kissed her again and immediately put your tongue in her mouth as you lifted your hands up and took off her top, as you removed hers Wanda rushed to unbutton yours and throw it on the floor and let out a whimper at the contact of your skin. You bit your lip and started kissing the top of her chest and leaving marks. “As much as I would love to see you with nothing on I don’t have the time or patience for that right now Sweetie.”

Wanda groaned at the nickname as you put your hands back under her skirt as you moved your fingers against the wet cloth of her underwear and moaned in her ear “fuck Wanda.” She started to press down as much as she could against your fingers and muttered nothing but please touch me. You gazed at her “considering you asked so nicely and you’re just so desperate.” you pulled down her underwear and threw it on the floor and ran your fingers against her centre as Wanda let out a sigh of relief. Which doesn’t last long as you quickly thrust your fingers into her. Her nails dug into your arm as you kiss Wanda’s neck. “I can see why Ruby would have you around so much, you feel so good.” Wanda quickly starts thrusting her hips down to try to get your fingers to move as you smirk against her skin. You quickly start removing your fingers and push them back into her at a slow pace knowing just how quickly she’d reach her high.

You hear a strangled moan leave Wanda's throat as you look up at her “Y/N if you don’t start moving faster I’ll get myself off.”

“What would be the fun in getting yourself off Maximoff you’ve experienced that so many times before? I’m a new experience fresh meat. Possibly more experienced than any previous hookup you’ve ever imagined.”

You slowly started to pick up the pace as a string of moans and curse words left her mouth “fuck yes yeah you’re right.” as you move your fingers around feeling her clench around your fingers at every move you make you see her chest heaving and small whimpers leaving her mouth. As she leans her head forward on your shoulder turning into a mess, you curl your fingers just as you find her G-spot as a loud moan leaves her mouth “Y/N baby please right there..please keep going just stay there.”

“For a girl that has been fucked so much by my daughter you’re still so tight sweetie maybe she wasn’t treating you good enough.” you kept your fingers hitting her gspot as your thrusts started getting faster you felt her starting to clench around you more so you slowed your pace down.

“Y/N FUCK.” You chuckled against her as you started to move your thumb against her clit “Wanda sweetie why don’t you do yourself a favour and ride my fingers for me huh?” The words were just out of your mouth and Wanda’s hips moving like nothing you’ve ever seen before. You sat back slightly to just take her in. her head was thrown back and biting her lip to conceal how much of a mess she had become. However, what kept your gaze was the movement of her chest as she moved up and down on your fingers as she chased her high. You let out a low fuck as you watched her. You started noticing Wanda’s rhythm get sloppy you started meeting her thrusts as her hands gripped onto your shoulders.

“You gonna cum sweetie.”

Wanda nodded vigorously as her moans got higher in pitch “mhmm please I wanna cum.”

You smirked as you kept thrusting and curling your fingers “Do you wanna just cum or do you just wanna cum all over my fingers sweetie and drench me and my hand?.” You thrust against her deeper as she let out a scream “BOTH BOTH...I…..I wanna cum and cum all over your hand, fingers and jus- fuck....mhmm you all over you Ms Y/L/N.”

You bit your lip in thought as you stared at her and chuckled as you saw her try to look down at you. You sat upright and pulled her against you and whispered in her ear as she let out a choked moan “Ms Maximoff, sweetie why don’t you cum all over my fingers right now.” you felt Wanda’s arousal coat your fingers and hand as she came with a silent scream and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

You albeit reluctantly started to slow down your thrusts, the only reason you knew Wanda was still okay was the heaving of her chest as her head fell forward onto your shoulder and her breath hit your skin. As you removed your fingers from her she whimpered and took her head off your shoulder, you kept your eyes on her as you placed your fingers into your mouth and licked them clean and hummed in response. Wanda stared at you like a deer in headlights as if she had never seen anything like it before. Wanda was mesmerised.

“Oh this should’ve happened so much earlier, don’t you think sweetie?” Wanda nodded instantly just as you and Wanda started kissing again and her hands wandered around your body feeling your skin her phone went off with a message from Pietro saying Wanda Sestra it’s late, me and Ruby have stopped it’s safe to come home now. Wanda looked over her shoulder at the message as you moved your head slightly to read it and groaned at the message and mumbled “that is something I did not need to know ever.”

Wanda started giggling “like you can talk Ms Y/L/N”

You smirked and kissed her forehead “oh yeah and about that Ms Y/L/N thing I did not need to know you called my daughter that”

Wanda started getting off of your lap standing on wobbly legs as she put back on her top and gathered her things “oh trust me, me saying that was always me imaging you and that night well you walked in and I just had to say it.” You smirked and nodded your head as you saw Wanda heading for the door “Wanda wait there a second I wanna give you something.” She turned around and raised an eyebrow at you as you ran off to a room into the house.

You came back with your hands behind your back as you walked over and gave her a chaste kiss and placed the underwear you were wearing into her hand and whispered in her ear “enjoy and have fun Ms Maximoff.” and nipped at her ear as you stared at her she looked at her hand flustered and swallowed dryly shoving her hand with the underwear into her jacket pocket and nodded as you walked her out the door “Nice to see you again Ms Y/LN.” she exclaimed so the neighbours wouldn’t get suspicious, you shook your head and smirked you looked at her as you saw her get into her car and drive home.

As you both were at home that night in your rooms you both realised something. This wasn’t just a one-time thing.

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[abimess]

The perks of library nights

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Being stuck in the library with someone you hate sounds like a recipe for disaster. Surprising you and Wanda, the outcome is much better than you might expect. [Requested]

Word count: 1.250 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: none

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Today's not a good day for you.

In Professor Rogers' class, the man assigned you a paper on the most specific subject possible. And after finding nothing about it on the Internet, you had to come to the campus library and look for a book like a Neanderthal.

But even the university's huge collection didn't seem to help you in your research. The only time you got anything truly useful was hours later, on one of the dusty shelves on the fourth floor.

There were very clear uses for each floor of the campus library. The first was for those who claimed to study but spent all their time chatting with their groups. The second was for those who really wanted to study, complete silence. The third floor... Well, let's just say you don't want to go there if you're not with someone.

But the fourth floor was the one where nobody went, constantly empty and abandoned by the library visitors. There were the books that were older and less sought after. And, of course, what you're looking for was right there.

As you were choosing which book seemed most useful to you, the sound of footsteps broke the monotonous silence of the floor and, with the curiosity, your gaze sought out the owner of the sound.

As soon as your eyes landed on the figure in the hallway opposite you, they immediately rolled back. The girl, who had also seen you there, grimaced before going her own way.

You and Wanda Maximoff have a rather intense history for people who hardly ever speak to each other.

It all began in elementary school, where you were inseparable best friends. With the passing of the years and the arrival of high school, however, everything changed completely, and what was once an intense friendship has turned into a fierce enmity.

Neither of you knows exactly how it happened. But now, attending the same college, neither of you seemed willing to do anything about it.

So your interactions with the brunette amounted to this: occasional exchanges of disgruntled glances.

And so you went on, each engaging in your own respective research, completely ignoring each other's presence in the room.

But it's getting late and you'd better hurry if you don't want to miss dinner. So, putting the books you'd need into your backpack, you head for the door.

To your surprise, the door's closed, which is unusual during the library's opening hours. But you just shrugged it off, approaching and bringing your hand to the doorknob.

Much to your surprise, the door was stuck.

Still, you tried to turn the piece of metal, pulling the door in unsuccessful attempts to get it open. With each futile attempt, your despair grew.

Perhaps because of the time, perhaps because she was attracted by the noise, Wanda walks toward the door as well, and you let out a frustrated huff, letting go of the knob and walking away from the door.

As you walk toward a nearby bookshelf, you hear the brunette struggling to open the door as well, and you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"We're stuck." She says after a while, more to herself than to you. But you let out a dry laugh as you sit down on the floor and rest your back on the wood of the bookshelf. "I noticed."

Wanda casts you an annoyed glance at your sarcastic comment, but soon mimics your position, sitting against one of the bookshelves in the same row as yours, a bookshelf between the two of you.

In absolute silence, you wait (im)patiently for a solution to come to mind. Or, what seemed more likely, some good soul coming to your rescue.

"Urgh, only a Professor Maw paper would get me stuck in the library." Wanda grumbles after a few minutes, burying her face in her hands in frustration.

"You're taking a class with Squidward?" You ask, surprised that the man hasn't retired yet. And then you realize you for some reason are making conversation with the brunette, and your mouth goes dry immediately.

Wanda raises her eyes to you at the same moment, equally surprised you've talked to her. And you're about to turn forward again and pretend nothing happened. But there's no sign of hostility on the girl's face, so you smile.

"Come on, the guy's just like Squidward." You say then, and it only takes a few seconds for Wanda to burst into laughter, agreeing, and you start laughing too.

"You think he plays the clarinet?" She asks, still laughing, and you smile amused as you say, "I don't know, but he totally has the vibe of someone who sucks at painting but thinks he's Picasso himself."

And so you start making fun of all the professors you don't like, laughing until your eyes fill with tears and your cheeks hurt.

With each passing minute you wonder why you spent so much time hating a girl as funny as Wanda. You had no way of knowing she was wondering the exact same thing.

The two of you have no idea how long you've been in there, but soon noises at the door catch your attention, and you look over just in time to see the janitor opening the door.

"What are you guys doing here?" Scott asks, a mixture of surprise and confusion on his face. "We got stuck." You answer at the same time, shocked that the fact had been forgotten in your minds for the previous moment.

"Oh. Yeah, this door sticks sometimes." The man says in a relaxed posture, taking a step to the side and clearing the way. "Well, you're free now."

You and Wanda exchange glances before standing up, but don't hesitate to do so. "Thanks, Mr. Lang." You say as you pass the man, who smiles with a nod before entering the room you were just in.

As you walk down the stairs, you and Wanda are surrounded by silence again. This silence, however, was nothing like the one before.

This one was hesitant and full of expectation, and you only found the words to speak when you're already outside the library. "You know, I took a class with Professor Maw last semester and I must still have my notes. I can send them to you if you want."

"For real?! That would help me a lot, thank you!" Wanda exclaims as her face lights up and you smile shyly as she starts looking for something in her backpack. "Here, let me give you my number."

You wait in silence as Wanda picks up a pen. Instead of taking a notebook from your backpack, you offer her your hand, and the brunette smiles as she writes down her phone number on your skin.

After that, she puts the item back in her bag, and you look at the numbers on your hand before looking at her again.

The two of you just stare at each other for a while, searching your minds for what would be the best thing to say at a moment like that. Eventually, Wanda smiles, "See you around, Y/n."

"See you around." You repeat the goodbye with a nod of your head, and smile back when the brunette smiles before turning and walking away. After a moment or two, you do the same.

You didn't expect you'd end the day lying in your bed getting a Squidward meme from Wanda. But when that's exactly what happens, you don't mind.

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[matan4il]

Fandom and disabilities

For a while now, I’ve been thinking I might talk about how socially isolating it has at times felt for me, being disabled on Tumblr.

So let me start by saying I have both physical issues, as well as anxiety and depression. And one of the nastiest things about them is how they interact. One physical issue can lead to another (a recent example, living with constant dizziness can cause one to fall and hit their face against the edge of the bathtub, which leads to even more problems), and then the mental health issues can drain a person from having the energy to do some of the things that might help a bit with the physical issues, while the physical problems in turn make things like the depression worse, in part because it IS depressing when your body is causing you so much suffering, and in part because one’s social world gets narrowed down when meeting with friends becomes so taxing. And when these problems are chronic, this is a cycle that there’s no breaking out of, just trying to live with it as best as possible.

You’d think fandom would be sort of a solution to this, right? ‘Coz fandom is like pocket friends that you don’t need to physically move around to meet. But I find that I’m constantly reminded of how limiting having disabilities is online, too. Yes, I don’t have to physically go anywhere to meet with online friends, but I still have to deal with stuff like constant dizziness and pains and fatigue in order to simply sit up by a computer and talk to people here. It still takes so much out of me, and yet because interacting online is generally seen as effortless, it feels like I’m still failing my friends, maybe to an even greater degree...

To give one example of something that seems simple, but isn’t to me: I see ask games and I wanna be a part of them, but I also know that in the past, when I did participate, it exhausted me. Those games DID make me happy! To send out asks with loving messages for my friends, to see my lovelies react with joy? It was amazing, I loved it so much! But it was also draining. At the same time, to not get those asks because I can’t send them back, to not be tagged in Tumblr games, it is disheartening and makes me feel like I’m on the outside looking in, knowing that even if people understand why I can’t play along, there’s no getting around it: when you interact with people more, you get closer to them. If you don’t, then...

Or how about content creation? It takes so much out of me (especially as I try to keep my medical appointments, which takes a lot out of me, as well as work, not to mention the occasional unavoidable adulting), but I’m still happy to do it! That’s kinda how I met most of my fandom friends, through content that somehow got us talking. But then, I know most creators on Tumblr have usertags to help them get their creations out there. That it’s also a part of how mutuals keep in touch and show each other support. But me, usertags give me anxiety. IDEK why, but they do. And I thought of maybe starting a tag list, but I know that I don’t always get notified when I’m tagged in a post. I was recently reminded of that because of an amazing person, who created this gorgeous fanart based on one of my fics. I was tagged in the post, but I didn’t get a notification about it. A mutual reblogged the post, and I happened to be around when the (queued) reblog got posted, so it was by chance that I saw it. Which means I’m not that sure a tag list is the solution either.

But then, let’s talk about reblogging other people’s creations! I used to reblog as well as tag other people’s creations, because I felt like this would be a nice way to show others support. And then mid 2021, stuff got so much worse for me. But I didn’t feel like I could just stop adding nice tags, what if people saw that those were gone, when just a few days before, when I was reblogging someone else, I was being complimentary? I hated the thought people might be offended. So at first I tried to go on putting time and effort into adding tags anyway. Then I saw I couldn’t, so I tried to at least leave one nice tag on each post. But as things kept getting worse, I finally came to the conclusion, I had to stop. At that point, simply making sure my queue would be full and I could step away from Tumblr for a long period of time without feeling like I completely stopped supporting other creators, that would have to do. I returned to Tumblr several months later, but I was still not doing that great. So I never got back to leaving complimentary tags on people’s posts, which I’m sad about. I really want to, not to mention, at the end of the day, the tags are one of the ways fandom communicates on Tumblr, not just with the creators, but I also remember some comments I left in the tags would open up interesting and fun dialogues...

Then there’s how little time I can spend online talking to fandom friends compared to what seems to be the average, seeing what’s new in the fandom, seeing other people’s posts and creations, as well as being caught up in whatever the recent big news is in fandom. Not having as much of all of these things can leave me with a sense of being left out.

Then there’s just this general fear of disappointing people and losing friendships without even knowing the exact reason why. Are people speaking to me less ‘coz I’m not able to reply as much and as often? Is it because they’re disappointed in me ‘coz they don’t feel I give back as much as I’m given? Is it ‘coz when I’m not around, they naturally talk to others way more, so their other connections become much stronger? Do they not understand some of my disabilities, how they limit me, and think I could be doing more and are upset with me over it, so they just pull away? Or is it maybe something else entirely, but it gets lost in the sea of possible reasons that are prominent in my mind? IDK. I can just say that it’s always disheartening, to feel like you’ve lost someone who, if you were just healthier, you believe you could have continued a beautiful friendship with.

So why am I writing this? I’m not even sure. I can’t say, “I wanted people to be aware of what it’s like for people with disabilities in fandom,” because that refers to a huge group of people, with a huge and diverse range of experiences regarding what they’re dealing with and how it shapes their online experiences, what’s difficult for them, what might help them... I guess I just wanted to speak about my sense of how my disabilities affect my online social experiences in fandom because I’ve never seen any other post addressing this specific aspect of being disabled in online fandoms. So maybe this would resonate with some people. Or maybe, for my friends, this would just... be something to know. Know that I love you and support you and would talk to you so much more often if I could. Know that it means the world to me when you reblog something and add nice stuff in the tags, ‘coz even if I can’t reply, it feels like a line of communication that remains open against all odds and through which you make me so happy whenever you generously allow me to feel like I have something to offer and contribute despite my many challenges, know that when you tag me in a Tumblr game, or send me an ask game, it means a lot even during those times when I want but can’t respond. If I am somehow failing you, please believe that it’s in spite of my best efforts, not because I don’t care. And maybe talk to me about how you’re feeling? Maybe we can figure out something so you don’t feel that way. Maybe we won’t be able to, but at least we’d both know we care and that matters, too. Yeah, maybe that’s the most important part, just know I love you, I treasure you, and I’m doing my best. xoxox

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[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!dream #c!tommy #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #i had a COMPLETELY different point that i wanted to make but then i thought about it and went w a i t #uhhh if you wanna hear my original point lemme know i guess #anyway c!dream is such an interesting character! i hate him! #little green bastard man #c!dream critical

[an-ambivalent]

WARNING: This post contains yandere and violent themes (mentions of murder and brainwashing) and other toxic and creepy behaviours that can be triggering and uncomfortable to read. So read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional. I do not condone this toxic behaviour irl. 

Fandom: Naruto 

Pairings: Itachi x Reader | Shisui x Reader | Sasuke x Reader

Status: Headcanons and scenarios mixed hybrid, requested. 

Ask:  Scenario where Yandere!Itachi, Yandere!Shisui, Yandere!Sasuke and Yandere!Obito realizes that they all have feelings for you and since they're family, they decided that they are going to share.

A/N:   I’m didn’t add Obito to this scenario because I don’t see this dynamic working with him in the mix. Although Obito is an Uchiha, frankly speaking, Itachi didn’t ever trust him. Sasuke used him for his own means didn’t care about him other than that either way. As far as Shisui is concerned, he never really interacted with Obito. 

Itachi and Shisui are best friends, and Itachi and Sasuke are siblings (who do care for each other). Sasuke is stubborn about his own ideals but he can still be persuaded by Itachi, and given that Itachi and the Uchiha clan respected Shisui a lot, Sasuke would do too. So, a dynamic with these three choosing to co-operate is plausible. But with Obito.... not really. I just don’t see how he would fit in this scenario.  So, hopefully this explanation clarifies why Obito wasn’t added to the scenario.

No beta, we die like men. I wrote this at like 2 am so idgaf about grammar errors atm ^.< 

Your background: To be in a position where you can interact with all these three simultaneously, you would have to be part of the Uchiha clan yourself. The only other way might be that you’re Itachi’s classmate and progressed exactly like he did. But then, it just feels like copying and pasting Itachi’s character and that’s no fun.

No ‘duplicate version of another character’ in this household. So there’s two choices for your background that can nonetheless lead to the same scenario. Thus, you can choose whatever floats your boat: 1) you’re the first daughter of the main branch of another clan of your choice, and for some time now, your clan and the Uchiha clan have been planning to form an alliance together. What better way to do that than to arrange a marriage between the two first children of the main branch from both clans that “coincidentally” have to be the same age?

2) You’re an Uchiha child, born to parents who are from one of the side branches of the clan. There isn’t many other kids to interact with, and despite being a side branch member, your father is one of the most respected shinobi in the clan. So, your future as a ninja is given, and with his interactions and meetings  with Fugaku, he takes you along with him. As a result, your introduction with Itachi is inevitable. And so by extension, you will also meet Shisui and Sasuke. And given your father’s good relationship with Fugaku, mayhaps your parents went ahead and arranged your marriage with Itachi behind your back and not notifying you yet.

PSA: For the age balance, you are Itachi’s age in this scenario. Shisui is 2-4 years older than Itachi and Itachi is 4 years older than Sasuke. Having a maximum of 8 years age gap if you were Sasuke’s age, or Shisui’s age, would be a lot LOL. Besides, Itachi would be the mediator between Sasuke and Shisui, so you building a relationship with him first makes the most sense.

Introduction / Meeting

Itachi

You and Itachi are forced to spend time together as ‘playmates’ while your parents discuss ‘official business’ (the arrange marriage) with Fugaku and Mikoto. Itachi is overly polite but there’s an icy coldness underlining his polite greetings and one-word answers he gives to your questions when you try to start a conversation.

You aren’t dumb. You were raised with high expectations placed on your shoulders so although you’re not a prodigy at his level, you have more than enough intelligence to know that he’s patronizing you. And unlike him, you aren’t an immature coward who hides behind their passive-aggressive remarks. Whatever you have to say, you communicate it bluntly. So, you don’t hesitate to spew out what you really think of him (a coward who takes his frustrations out on others aka you, who is also in the same situation, instead of facing his problems), and leave his pretty boy face behind in shock.

You were five when this happened.

Sasuke: Overtime, your ‘playdates’ with Itachi became a norm. You were forced to visit him many times and spend time with him given that he is your future husband. (You don’t know that yet, but at this point, Itachi has his suspicions that something is up).

His baby brother is his entire life. Sasuke makes him smile in the way no one else does, so its no wonder you met him eventually.

You were first held Sasuke was he was about fourteen months old. He was a small, chubby, innocent little thing with his already haughty attitude. He had no problem crying in the arms of the people he didn’t like, which was almost everyone outside of his immediate family. But when you held him, despite Itachi’s warnings that “he doesn’t like everyone” but he instantly liked you (much to his displeasure), you instantly became attached to him. Then in the following years, you babysat him a lot. He was the cute little younger sibling you wanted but never had, so you spoiled him to bits. And with the attention and love you gave him, Sasuke loved you too. Not to mention, unlike everyone else in his family, who picked Itachi over him, you picked him over Itachi.

How can he not fall in love with you?

Shisui: More often than not these days, Shisui would silently watch and observe Itachi. For a six years old, it was terrifying for him how he was already adapting to the shinobi lifestyle is so easily; being an emotionless robot and extremely talented.

But, over the past few days, gone were the seemingly emotionless robot. Instead, he had changed into a boy who acted like how a six year old was supposed to act: whiny, pouty, and frustrated (to an extent), but happy at the same time. It was entertaining for him to watch Itachi’s expressions shift from one to another every moment as he grumbled about you underneath his breath. Shisui was ready to tease him about it, but you had beat him to it.

You had appeared out of nowhere and were hosting the two-years-old Sasuke on your shoulders for a piggy back ride. No one was given any time to react, before rude remarks were slipping out your lips that just humiliated his precious friend into a fumbling mess.

Itachi had tried to get back at you, he really did. But your mouth ran like a sailor and you had a witty remark prepared for everything. It was such a contrast to the “perfect princess” show you put on before your and his parents. And each time, your response was more embarrassing which eventually made him lose his cool. Seeing him flustered, despite how much he loved you, little Sasuke tried to  jump to his nii-san’s aid. Shisui was prepared to snicker and chuckle to himself, if he it wasn’t for the most beautiful sound he had ever heard: your laughter. It was so raw, pure, genuine and innocent, he was instantly immersed. Barely anyone from shinobi clans, and given how they were raised, acted so open. And you brought out a different side to Itachi -- it was intriguing for him to witness.

He wanted to get to know you more. He wanted to hear your life more. He wanted you to share your secrets with him on how to bully Itachi so easily. So immediately, he put out his hand and gave you a wide grin.

“I’m Shisui. What’s your name?”

Realising their feelings

Shisui: Shisui knew he loved you ever since your first laugh. It was love at first sound. However, with the respect to you belonging to his best friend, he would never make a move on you.

Maybe, there might be some lingering touches here and there that lasted a bit too long between ‘friends.’ Maybe sometimes he was harsher on you during your training spars so he would have an excuse to touch you and help you bandage up your injuries. Maybe sometimes, he ‘jokingly’ wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek to ‘get a rise out of Itachi’ and not because he wanted to touch you.

But he never made a move on you because he knew you were Itachi’s. And as long as you were still his friend and spent time with him, he didn’t care too much.

But he should’ve known better. Just as how he can understand Itachi and cares for him like he is his brother, Itachi is the same towards Shisui. He knew how Shisui felt about you, and although one part of him just wanted to you have all to himself, it didn’t feel right that Shisui had to hold himself back when he needed you too. If only, it wasn’t for your clan, and the Uchiha, and their damn village that believed in monogamous relationships, then he would happily share you with Shisui.

Itachi: There were many rules and obligations Itachi has to adhere to due to his clan. Although he did them, he didn’t want to. He hated it. His thoughts were different from his actions so he was constantly experiencing cognitive dissonance. But, you weren’t part of that. For some reason, when he was eleven and his suspicions were confirmed by his parents and the clan elders that you were set up to wed him when you both turn thirteen, that was one thing he didn’t hate or didn’t want to do. In fact, it was alarming for everyone in the meeting how easily he obliged.

Confirming how he felt towards you, it honestly did not surprise him. He had assumed this was the case for a while. Ever since you called him a coward due to his habit of upholding a facade, he tried to be more honest. Not in front of his clan, evidently, but to the people that mattered. Shisui, Sasuke, you, and himself.

The old Itachi, had he not met you and fell in love with someone, would have buried his feelings without a care. But for you.... it was a different story. He acknowledged his feelings and never tried to get rid off them. How could he? You were the perfect lover for him. You got along swimmingly with Shisui. You took good care of Sasuke, and his younger brother was so attached to you. You were an exceptional kunoichi, put up the perfect facade before your own parents and his, and weren’t afraid to challenge him and speak your mind.

And best of all? You were already promised to him. So, he saw no reason to bury his feelings for you.

Sasuke: Sasuke always knew he loved you.

Ever since he can remember, you had always been by his side no matter what.

His father didn’t pay attention to him. His mother did, but she scolded him too when he just wanted to spend time with Itachi.

Itachi spent time with him but lately, he has been ignoring him. It’s not the same. And him and Shisui always leave him behind to get things done that they say he’s “not mature enough to know.”

But Sasuke does know.

He knows what they talk about his and your back because thinks of those things too. It’s everywhere: princesses, their prince, their love story and happily ever after.

He wants to kiss you to show you how he loves you like the couples in fairy tales. He does. Despite his nerves that are causing fluttering butterflies in his tummy, he builds up the courage to have his first kiss with you.

But you’re faster than him. You just move your head so he kisses your cheek instead, and then laugh out loud before ruffling his hair and telling him, “you’re adorable. But you should save your first kiss for your true love.”

He likes being adorable for you, but why won’t you understand?! You are his first and only love.

There will be a day when you finally understand that.

Sharing You:

ok.... listen.... Uchiha clan massacre (and yours too for scenario A) but both Itachi and Shisui. And although its mission issued by the damn village, that’s not why they’re doing it. It just so happens that its the perfect solution to all their problems because they get rid off the obstacles in their way, and they will have to leave the village. They can take you away far, away from everything, so you only have them left.

Obviously, they will take Sasuke with them too. Except this time, there’s no also hurting and torturing him and enticing him to seek revenge. If anything, when Sasuke is horrified, Itachi tells him the truth. There’s lies as well, but, they would need to brainwash him to some extent so he willingly stays with them. Itachi tells him of how if the clan lived, then he would never get to be with you, or see you again because they were going to hurt you.

“Do you want that foolish little brother? You made big claims to make [Name] yours and protect her, so are you really going to mourn those who were going to take her away from you? She’s my bride, and because I care about you, I will share her. But for that to happen, you need to listen to me and Shisui and not be pathetic as to get in our way.”

Itachi had a way with his words, and it was terrifying how much they could influence Sasuke. And now that they had, and no one else was going to be in the way -- not any clans, the village -- nothing.

It is just going to be you and them for the rest of your life.

#yandere naruto #sasuke x reader #yandere x reader #uchiha x reader #yandere itachi #itachi x reader #yandere sasuke #shisui x reader #naruto imagines #yandere shisui #yandere imagines #naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #yandere uchiha #yandere akatsuki #possessive #ambivalent writes

[hetvi1498]

How To Become A Successful Content Writer

Being a content writer has a lot of advantages. Depending on your position, you may be able to work from home or a favourite coffee shop, choose what themes to write about, have your work published, and earn actual value.

However, the work is not always simple, and there are a few areas of skill you must have in order to be successful other from being a great writer. So, here are nine important skill sets that each excellent content writer must possess and continue to improve throughout their career.

1. Use the Most Up-to-Date Content Writing Method

The headline affects whether or not the remainder of your work is read. You will not accomplish the desired effects with your content if the title does not pique the reader's attention, elicit an emotional response, or make the reader want to learn more about the issue. To begin, select a topic that is currently popular, and the headline should be snappy and contain forceful phrases. The material should be simple to grasp, using headers, subheadings, bulleted lists, infographics, and related videos.

Before you begin creating your content, you should have at least one core point in mind. When writing, keep this in mind and try to connect your information to the primary argument as much as feasible.

You must also ensure that each sentence in the article is related to the preceding one. There should be sufficient logical flow and text cohesiveness to entice readers to finish the tale.Finally, if it's a commercial article, your material should convey a multi-layered message about making the best purchasing decision.

2. Always strive to write content that is grammatically correct and unique.

Brief paragraphs, short phrases, and bulleted lists are common in the finest digital material. SEO best practises and the most recent SEO content techniques should also be used to improve digital content for search. The application of grammatical principles, meaningful sentence building, precise punctuation, exact spelling, and appropriate word choice will guarantee that you adhere to linguistic correctness.

You should also make sure that you adhere to the following ethical writing guidelines:

• Citing reliable sources of information.

• Crediting the writers whose work you reference.

• Always write material that is free of plagiarism.

Grammarly may be used to check for grammatical errors, and Small SEO Tools can be used to assure plagiarism-free work.

3. Make a hook to capture their interest.

After the headline, you have three seconds to keep people interested. The opening sentence also influences whether or not people read the rest of your material. As a consequence, it should grab the reader's attention and bring them naturally to your first point.

4. Create content that is well-researched.

If you want Google to rank your material on the web, you must spend a significant amount of time researching before writing it. Furthermore, when you post well-researched material on your website, your consumers will believe that you are providing them with more information than your competition.

You'll be able to produce reliable material after conducting extensive investigation. When your material incorporates statistics, case studies, or real-time industry data, customers share it with their friends, colleagues, and family. Particularly in the B2B sector, you must have comprehensive understanding of the issue you're writing about. To create credibility and back up your assertions, use statistics, facts, and measurements.

5. Increase Demand by Practicing Adaptability and Flexibility

You'll need to adapt your writing methods to stay current in the fast-paced digital marketing business. You'll also have to interact with a wide range of clients as a freelancer or content writer for a marketing firm.

The material you post is your company's voice, and it should reflect your brand's personality. It's critical to match your writing tone to your target audience, business objectives, and brand character.

The content marketing sector is evolving at a rapid pace. As a result, you'll need to adjust your tone and writing style to meet the needs of the customer. You'll also have to devote more time to producing a variety of material. Write business content, casual narrative material, sales-oriented content, social media content, and so on to get experience.

Write business content, casual narrative material, sales-oriented content, social media content, and so on to get experience.You'll need to be adaptable not only in terms of content style and tone, but also in terms of industry-specific specialisations. Great content writers swap writing genres on a frequent basis to keep current on a variety of industry standards.

Writers who create great digital marketing material have a diverse set of talents, including writing, storytelling, connecting with an audience, and, most importantly, the art of selling items or services.

6. Gain SEO technical knowledge.

So far, if you follow the preceding advice, you should be able to write excellent content. Even the best content in the world won't bring much traffic to your or your client's website if the target audience can't find it.

You may use technical SEO knowledge to help your content rank higher in Google's search results. Create SEO-friendly content titles, meta titles, meta descriptions, subheadings, and alt text for pictures, among other things, to improve your chances of ranking in search engine results.

To keep current on SEO strategies, you'll need to employ SEO tools on a frequent basis. Even if the customer gives you a topic and a title, you'll still need to do extensive keyword research.You'll also need to learn how to use high-volume keywords in the content title, introduction, headings, subheadings, body text, and conclusion. Then, using the Google Keyword Planner tool, begin looking for keywords.

7. Commit to deadlines and become laser-focused on them.

Writing well-researched material necessitates a high level of commitment to the job. Turn on Do Not Disturb on your phone and computer to avoid distractions. Begin by accomplishing little chores, and you'll soon discover that you're able to complete the entire article on time.

You'll need to satisfy client requirements as an agency employee or freelance content writer. The delivery target date is a chance for freelancers to demonstrate their desire to help the customer. The customer should consider you for future projects if you produce high-quality material in a shorter amount of time.

8. Enhance your organisational and communication abilities.

Always place a greater focus on task organisation using mobile or computer apps. You can utilise complex project management or to-do list applications that are freely accessible. Additionally, connect your calendar app with the project tasks so that you are notified of any modifications or high-priority requests on a frequent basis. In the long term, developing business-oriented communication skills will always pay off in your content writing profession. You must be able to communicate effectively with your organisation or clients, both in writing and verbally.

Whenever you send an email to a client or customer, compose it in a formal manner and extensively review it to eliminate any mistakes. A professional email will have a long-term impact on the recipient.

9. Develop basic image and document editing skills

After you've finished your first draught, think about how you might improve the rough edges of your writing. Even when it has been prepared by skilled content providers, writing usually improves after a round or two of editing.

As a content writer, you'll need to include infographics, pictures, multi-media, and tables in your articles on occasion. You may lose productive hours for the following project if you have to rely on a third party for the aforementioned responsibilities.

10. Stay in Demand

You could be a great writer, but if you don't keep up with the newest trends, your career prospects will be restricted. Join writing and freelance forums, build on your online profiles, become comfortable cold emailing, use various social media channels, and sell examples of your work.

Maintaining an active presence on a few social media sites can not only increase your chances of landing specific writing gigs, but it will also allow you to meet new people. Clients are constantly wanting to expand their reach, so offering to share material with your network will give them an extra reason to employ you.

#how to become sucessfil content writer #content #writing #content writing #copywriting #content creation #content creator #creator #content strategy #digitalmarketing #writing tips #sucessful #social marketing #socialmedia #blog #blogging #content marketing

[fostersffff]

do you have a guide into getting into vtubers?

I can certainly make one up!

Much like any other kind of streamer/LPer/“content creator”, the most important thing is just finding one (or several) that you enjoy watching and- if you’re into stream chat- interacting with. The only thing you may want to be versed in ahead of time are in-jokes and memes (which you’ll catch onto over time by lurking, which should always be your first move when joining a new community) and basic etiquette, ranging from normal stuff like “don’t spam chat, don’t talk about other streams/streamers unless they’re brought up first, especially in the name of DRAMA, you are not friends with the streamer no matter how much/often you participate and/or donate” to more vtuber specific stuff like “don’t doxx them”, which is The Big One™ and ranges from “don’t literally doxx them” to “don’t bring up past handles/identities unless they bring it up first”. If you’re looking for suggestions on who to check out, or what you should be looking for, here’s a very wide scattershot recommendation (bolded text is searchable names):

Being affiliated with a big brand name isn’t an objective measure of quality, but by nature of how networks function there’s way more readily accessible content of vtubers affiliated with those brands. If you go to YouTube and search “Hololive clips” or “Nijisani clips” you’ll get infinitely varied results, but if you’ve never seen a vtuber and are looking for something specific to start with, I’m really partial to Inugame Korone’s English-only Super Mario Bros. playthrough. And if you want to narrow down the search to specific vtubers, try searching for clips of Korone, Usada Pekora, Kiryu Coco, Houshou Marine, Oozora Subaru, Sakura Miko, Omaru Polka, Momosuzu Nene, and Amano Pikamee; all of them tend to have a lot of clips made and a huge backlog of streams.

Speaking of English-only, if you want to actively be engaged with streams and can’t understand Japanese, there are also plenty of English speaking vtubers. The most popular ones far and away are the English branch of Hololive (aka HoloEN or HoloMyth, made up of Amelia Watson, Gawr Gura, Calliope Mori, Ninomae Ina’nis, and Takanashi Kiara), and as well as a number of Indonesian Vtubers, who tend to be extremely fluent in English (Hana Macchia of Nijisani, and Ayunda Risu, Moona Hoshinova, Kureiji Ollie, and the rest of the Indonesian branch of Hololive, aka HoloID). However, if you’re looking more distinctly Western/American vtubers (less of a wholesome/idol-like presentation and more chaotic chat), you should check out one any of VShojo’s members (made up of Nyatasha Nyanners, Ironmouse, Froot, Projekt Melody, Zentreya, Silvervale, Hime Hajime, and Veibae). I’ve become particularly fond of Zentreya, who uses a speech-to-text-to-speech program and an absolute ton of chat interaction gimmicks, but they’re all good people. Also worth noting that most Western/American vtubers stream on Twitch instead of YouTube, but they also usually maintain some kind of YouTube presence, as well as Twitter accounts to keep people notified of where they’re going to be and when.

Past those groups, there are literally thousands upon thousands of much smaller groups and independent vtubers to recommend. As I said before, their relative audience size or independent status isn’t an objective measure of quality, and in fact, one of the nicer things about less immensely popular streamer is that you’ll get the benefit of a less chaotic/more intimate chat experience, but in exchange making sure you’re observing good etiquette is even more important since it’s easier to be disruptive to the chat. Off the top of my head:

The Tsunderia group, spearheaded by Hoshino Charlotte (Char Aznable-themed vtuber who does a lot of figure building on stream and makes/eats horrible food) and Umiushi Urara (Urara is especially fascinating, because she’s the real life manager of the company, and her streams are often more focused on behind the scenes and business-oriented facets of the vtuber industry, but that’s also maybe not the best place to jump in if you’re new)

Artemis of the Blue (a shark vtuber who’s perhaps best known for constantly simping for other vtubers)

Bao (a whale vtuber who also dabbles in making music)

Lady Hatsuu (a English localizer who’s worked on games like Trails in the Sky and takes donations for her local cat shelter)

JiBo (aka Great Black Otaku, aka former NFL player Brennan Williams, aka current WWE superstar Dio Maddin/Mace)

Mimika Morph (a Japanese vtuber who tries to incorporate as much English translation as she can and is literally an eldritch abomination)

Valerie Valkyrie (professional wrestler-themed vtuber who’s appropriately collabed with JiBo a few times)

Go Ria (gorilla (!!!) vtuber)

and Tsukimiya Mai, who actually has a presence on Tumblr, although at the moment I believe she’s on a wellness break.

If you’re not into watching streams at all and want Just The Good Parts, there are tons of channels that exist solely to make (and subtitle) clips, and almost always of already popular vtubers. The most annoying thing with them is that they’ll occasionally get aggressively clickbait-y, but such is the nature of the YouTube algorithm. I personally subscribe to Vtube Tengoku, Sushi [Hololive and Vtubers], CMT, JShay Translations, Aru Azumaya’s Pikamee Things, and Cooksie. The first four tend to focus on Hololive, Aru Azumaya of course is pretty exclusively dedicated to Pikamee, and Cooksie covers VShojo and a smattering of other English vtubers.

Last but not least, there are dedicated fan creators who make animations, usually either of whole clips or by stitching unrelated clips together. My recommendations include 2Snacks, tian nya, Kanauru, and Caroline Director. Just note that especially for these folks and other fan creators, content comes out much slower because of the nature of the work, but it’s always quality.

#long post #vtubers #Hololive #VShojo #apologies for the near total lack of Nijisani but Hana and Suzuhara Lulu are the only ones I know by name

[hoe-kkotsu]

No Promises Inumaki x Reader

Premise: Reader goes out of their way to get Inumaki to speak by annoying him to the ends of the earth

Genre: Smut, Kinda fluffy end

Word Count: 6k oops

Warnings: none

a/n: smut is about halfway through if you wanna skip, also feel free to notify me if you notice any issues !!

“Get fucked” was the first thing you ever heard him say. At least the first normal thing you heard him say. The silence that fell through the room as everyone stared in disbelief was terrifying. Inumaki’s scowl perfectly juxtaposed your own expression, sweet with victory.

“Does that count as a curse?”

-

Since your family was involved with the school you had grown up near it and were well acquainted with both students and staff. A blonde boy caught your eye during his second year, barely any older than you but you were too scared to introduce yourself anyway. It was his third year when you were finally forced into interacting with him and you quickly became confused by the way he spoke. “Cat got your tongue?” you asked. 

“tuna.”

“Oh my bad, tuna got your tongue then?” he didn’t respond. You knew him to be a nice guy from your interactions with his schoolmates but they failed to mention his speaking quirk. 

You learned from your dear friend Maki that his name was Inumaki and that was just the way he spoke, “Don’t let it bother you,” she advised, “you’ll get used to it, he’s a nice kid.” You tried, but the more you were faced with him in the next months the more it bothered you.

-

While you were hanging around Maki’s room late one night he somehow came up in the conversation “He has his reasons why does it still bother you?” Maki asked from her bed while you sat facing her on her floor

“Everyone says he used to speak! I just wanna hear him say something normal” you whined. 

“What do you like him or something?” maki sarcastically snickered. It wasn’t the first time she suggested it. You stood up.

“Absolutely not! It just feels like some sort of game I have to beat,” you knew how awkward you sounded but still you defended yourself.

“I know, I know calm down” she laughed.

You decide it’s best to change the subject, “Whatever. It’s getting cold can you turn the heat on?” Even in the cold season, you’d still wear a tank top and shorts to sleep, you weren’t going to change that just because you were sleeping at Maki’s for the night.

“Nah the AC is broken, go borrow some pajamas from Megumi or something” Your friendship with Maki led you to being well acquainted with Fushiguro so even though you preferred not to bother him you felt comfortable enough asking him this favor. 

You left Maki’s room and tip-toed down the corridor so as not to wake anyone, but as fate would have it you encountered Sir Riceball himself, donning nothing but grey sweatpants and towel-drying his hair. This was the first time you’d ever seen him without that ridiculous uniform collar covering half his face, and most certainly the first time you’d seen this much skin from him. The blood ran straight to your face and in your surprise you tripped and fell to the floor, quickly alerting him to your presence. 

He helped you up without a second thought.

“Thanks” was all you could manage to say while avoiding his eyes.

“Shake shake” he responded. You could feel his eyes scan you and it felt like you were ten times more exposed than you were already. He let go of your hand and motioned to a clock with an inquisitive look on his face.

You tried to guess what he was asking, “What time is it?” he shook his head no and pointed to you then to the window revealing the night sky. “Why am I here so late?” you continued your attempt to decipher what he was trying to say and luckily he nodded to signal you were correct. “I was helping Maki with something and it got pretty late so I figured I’d crash on her floor tonight,” he tilted his head, “Oh! I got cold and her heats busted so I was gonna go ask Fushiguro to lend me some pajamas!” he cracked a small smile, of course you were cold dressed like that, it’s freezing out. But for some reason, your answer bothered him. He didn’t want Megumi to see you like that- the way the shorts hugged your hips and the cold breeze caused your nipples to peek through the tank top- yeah that wasn’t gonna happen.

He muttered something about bonito flakes and grabbed your hand to pull you towards his room. His actions surprised you but you had no reason not to trust him so you complied. In his room he fished out some fuzzy pants and a big t-shirt and tossed them to you, “Wait can I borrow these?” you asked and he rolled his eyes. Why would he have thrown them to you if not for you to borrow? 

“Shake shake,” he nodded and you smiled at him causing him to blush ever so slightly. He turned his head before you could notice. What he did not expect you to do was to turn around and start changing in front of him. Just the sight of your bare back caused him to strain in his sweatpants. The shirt was big enough that it covered your ass when you pulled your shorts off, he wasn’t sure if he should thank god or curse him for blocking the view. 

Once you were dressed you turned around to thank him again. You hugged his side without thinking and offered your thanks. He looked surprised but only momentarily. He looked like he was about to say something before offering just another “Shake shake” and you frowned.

“Just one word? Cant, you just say one word to me?” your tone bordered on begging but he shook his head and you sighed. “Whatever man, goodnight I guess.” left his room to head back to Maki’s.

He would be upset at the way you left if he wasn’t preoccupied with the thought of you in such little clothes, the way your midriff peaked out, and the way your chest perked in the cold. Not to mention the sight of your thighs could cure diseases and the curve of your back changing into his shirt drove him mad. The thing that truly set him off though was how your chest pressed against him while you quickly hugged him. His hand was in his pants less than a minute after you shut the door. He thanked the universe that you had not made it to Megumi, he got angry just thinking about his friend seeing you like that instead of him. Why did that have to bother him so much?

-

You pointedly avoided him whenever you were at the school for the next three or so months. After you made Maki return his clothes for you he knew something was up but he never got the chance to talk to you about it, after all, it’s not like he would even really talk. Were you that mad about him not speaking normally to you? 

No, you were embarrassed, you couldn’t look at him without seeing the barely dressed version of himself from that night and you were not willing to risk going red in the face just by being near him. Not a chance. 

It felt like years before you were comfortable being close to him again but considering the frequency at which you were around the school, it’s not like you could avoid him forever. You would only ever dare be near him in a group setting though.

——

One night after a particularly calm week you, Maki, and some school mates were hanging around in Yuuji’s room. The atmosphere had been tense ever since Inumaki showed up but eventually lightened up. Though, when he responded to one of Yuuji’s jokes with a simple “Salmon Roe” you got ticked off. 

“Dude just fuckin talk for once,” you snapped, and the tension was once again as thick as could be. No one ever asked but people noticed the way you were suddenly avoidant of Inumaki and they were all too curious to see the culmination of it. 

Inumaki rolled his eyes and offered no response which only served to irk you more.

“You’re gonna fuckin talk. I don’t care what it takes I’m gonna make you somehow” you stared at him before scanning the room around you. You huffed, realizing you made it horrible awkward, and left the room without another word. 

It took two weeks for you to even dare show up at their school again. 

——

When you return it became Inumaki’s personal hell. You used any and every tactic to try to make him talk and spared him no mercy. He refused to budge though, dead set on winning this unofficial competition that you’re both locked in.

It went on like that for months, you got under his skin and he did everything in his power to keep his cool. Eventually, they were in their fourth year, which you constantly teased them for even having. How many schools in Japan have an extra year? Hilarious. 

You knew Inumaki was getting tired though, on top of his already ridiculously stressful life as a sorcerer he had to deal with you acting like a child constantly just because you wanted to hear him talk. It would’ve been easy to just give you a simple word and you’d be happy and leave him alone but he is far too stubborn and you were in far too deep. 

-

Tonight, somehow, his room is the center of gathering, and of course, as his luck would have it, Maki has you in tow. You know you’re being weird in this situation but he’s not doing any better, its been almost a year now since you’ve been in his room and you hope he doesn’t remember the circumstance. What you don’t know was that it is WAY worse for him than for you. He can’t even meet your eyes.

Ever since that encounter he’s thought about you nearly every night, the way the tiny clothes barely covered you. He thinks about taking you on every possible surface in that room and he thinks about laying with you afterwards and gazing into your eyes. He’s truly fucked. And now you're HERE? in HIS room? AGAIN? The universe definitely has it out for him.

Of course the torment never stops though, you pull trick after trick to see him crack and tonight is no different, you’re on your A-game. 

“Dude you know she’d shut up if you just said one thing,” Yuuji voices what everyone is thinking.

“Nah he secretly likes getting all of (Y/N)‘s attention” Maki adds.

He stands up immediately to defend himself, mouth open as if to speak, he catches himself and mutters some regular old sushi crap and sits down while shaking his head but you still noticed the slight break. You have a positively brilliant idea. Instead of being hurt by how vehemently he denied liking you, you decide you can use it to your advantage. His disdain will be the mother of his downfall.

All eyes are on you as you make your way over to his bad and sit next to him, “C’mon man just admit it you’re obsessed with me.” Your presence makes him shift uncomfortably.

You lean up even closer, “If not me, then who? You’re a man, right? there’s gotta be someone you fancy.” He glares at you. Bingo. Though the thought of him having feelings for someone else hurts, it isn’t important right now.

“Oh? Right on the nose?” you put your weight on his shoulder “Is it Maki? Though you can’t have her I saw her first.” The giggles that fill the room are a stark contrast to the animosity in the way he looks at you.

“Or is it Kugisaki hmm? Didn’t know you had a thing for younger girls, Inumaki.”

“Or maybe our dear silent prince has a secret girlfriend outside of school?” you sure hope not.

“Get fucked” he says lowly. 

shit. shit shit shit shit shit.  wait.

Your face lights up. You actually did it. You won. 

“Does that count as a curse?” you chuckle while your friends stare in disbelief. Your victory is short-lived as Maki stands up to announce that she’s leaving before things go even more sour and everyone else files out behind her. You attempt to weasel out with them but when you’re halfway out the door he pulls you back in the room and locks the door.

“You and I need to talk” he crosses his arms.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “wow so after how many years we’re finally on speaking terms?” 

“What the hell is your problem?” his agitation is unsettling but your defiance is unwavering.

“Hey, everyone said you were nice when you used to talk whatever happened to that.” It dawns on you that you fucked up. You really fucked up.

“I don’t exactly have a desire to be nice to you right now” he unzips the jacket covering his face and for a moment your eyes are stuck taking in his all-too-often covered beauty. He points to the bed to tell you to go sit down but your head. “Fine. Be that way. Go sit” and you find yourself obeying his command because of his cursed speech. You realize should’ve thought that one through.

Once seated on the bed you peer up at him, “great I’m here now what?” 

“Now what? Now you’re gonna tell me where you get off on being a giant thorn in my side every minute of every day.” 

“I just wanted to hear-“ 

“No. This is about more than the speaking issue now. Why the hell do you feel the need to tease me about crushes when you already know how I feel about you.”  you are absolutely dumbfounded.

“What do you mean ‘How you feel about me’?” you quickly ask.

“Don’t play dumb I know you avoided me after that night because you knew I liked you” He feels like a child, arguing over something like a crush.

“I was avoiding you because-“ you don’t finish your sentence and instead wonder how you ended like this. Are you stupid or is he? Maybe both of you are just fart too oblivious.

“Because? C’mon spit it out” 

You don’t have a choice but to speak because of his cursed speech, “I was avoiding you because all I could think about was kissing you whenever I saw you and I didn’t want to embarrass myself” you choke out against your will. Inumaki pauses in shock and then smirks to himself. The situation is finally turning to favor him. 

“Oh? and how did you go from wanting to kiss me to wanting to make my life hell?” he peers down at you and walks closer to your spot on the edge of his bed.

You avoid his gaze and retreat farther into his bed. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive...” you trail off. He is loving this.

“I’m sorry what was that?” he leans over you and puts his hand to his ear. 

“Oh fuck off already” you whine and then he immediately has you pinned to the bed. 

“Babe, I think you forgot I get to give the commands here.” Why did he have to be so hot? You wriggle under him, struggling pointlessly against his grip, and finally meet his eyes. You instinctively tighten your thighs together and your face grows hot when you realized his proximity.  Your actions don’t go unnoticed.

“Say, (Y/N), do you remember the last time you were in my room?” you nod and swallow, remembering the way he looked with his hair wet and barely anything covering him. “Good, good,” he continues, “so you remember the skimpy little excuse of an outfit you were trouncing around in,” he leans closer and you can feel his breath as he speaks “or how you tore it off without a thought even though I was right there.” His gaze instills both fear and lust and each feeling intensifies as he removes one of his hands from its position holding you down and places it under your shirt to touch your side. 

The cold touch of his hand makes you shiver and he heavily considers stopping before he understands the extent to which you’re enjoying this. The realization makes him strain against his pants. “Did you think you would be safe because it was in front of me? Do you not take me seriously, (Y/N)?” He licks a stripe up your neck causing you to shudder and he proceeds to mock you with your earlier quip “I am a man you know” he trails his hand down ever so slightly and laughs when you whimper. 

“Why are you doing this?” your desire for the man on top of you is almost too much to bear, every word of his goes right to your and every touch sets your skin ablaze. The slick between your legs is already becoming a bother and he has barely put a hand on you. You’re aching for him to touch you.

“Well you have been making my life hell for a long damn time now I think it’s only fair that I get to teach you a lesson” his voice is as soft as usual and smooth as butter. You swallow thickly as he lowers his hand again until he reaches your hip bone, messing up your shorts a bit. 

“You said you thought about kissing me, right?”, you shift in his grasp again, embarrassed by your admission, but he goes on, “you wanna know what I’ve been thinking about?” you stare up at him inquisitively, silently begging an answer. He smiles and whispers “I’ve been thinking about fucking you on every surface in this room” The whine you let out is nothing short of embarrassing.

“Would you like that, (Y/N)?” he stares down at you. You know what he’s really asking and the weight of your response, and despite how much you want this, your self-consciousness forces you to avert your eyes and keep silent. “Ah? answer me.” 

You fall victim to his cursed speech again and quickly answer a soft, “yes.” He has you now. You hide your face in sheer embarrassment as he cockily smiles down at you.

“That’s what I thought. But somebody decided to be an insufferable bother instead of being a good girl and asking nicely for what she wanted. It’s a shame isn’t it?” he sighs.

You try to defend yourself, “I asked you to speak!” his hand squeezes your hip before rising up to grip your chin.

“We both know that’s not what I was talking about.”

He nips at your neck, “the only person you can blame for this predicament is yourself” when he reaches the juncture between your neck and shoulder he bites down hard causing you to gasp.

“I think I liked you better when you spoke in fish talk” It’s an obvious lie.

“Awe but princess whose fault is it that I had to break that.” He isn’t wrong and that makes it so much worse. He switches up and starts bombarding the other side of your neck. The hand holding your chin is left to explore your body, while the other hand is still holding yours down above you. It isn’t enough though, you need more of him.

 “Inu-“ you try to beg but he cuts you off.

“Toge” Your heart would jump at him wanting you to call him by his first name if you weren’t going crazy under him.

“Toge, please” 

“Please what?”

“Please hurry!” he snickers at your desperation. Bastard. 

“I think I’ll pass, doesn’t seem like you’ve learned your lesson.” He punctuates the sentence with a bite by your collarbone. You hate yourself for being turned on by this. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry and I promise it won’t happen again! Please!”

“God, fine,” he relents and moves his hand from your arms down to support himself but you didn’t dare move them even now that they’re free. ‘Cute’ Toge thinks to himself. Once he’s propped up he moves his other hand finally down below your shorts to your underwear, first feeling the wet spot on the outside and then moving them aside to dip two fingers into your heat. “You're soaked,” he says quietly, more to himself than to you.

“Shut up asshole, whose fault do you think it is?” you immediately regret your words.

He removes his hands and you whine at the loss, “Asshole? I wouldn’t complain when I’m giving you exactly what you asked for. Besides,” he moves from his position above you to the floor so he that he’s kneeling by your shorts, “I can be a lot more of an ‘asshole’ than this”. You finally move your arms down to support yourself so that you can see what he was doing and fall back down almost immediately as he sinks his teeth into your thigh. 

He’s an ass alright, he licks and nips and pokes and prods everywhere except where you need it for what feels like entire centuries.  You’re practically shaking with both frustration and anticipation. “This would be a lot easier if you didn’t move so fucking much” he hisses. 

“Well it would be a lot easier to stay still if you stopped teasing me and just fucked me already” he rolls his eyes at your response. You’re not getting what you want that easily. 

You jump when he leaves a particularly hard bite on your thigh. “Don’t move,” he commands and as his stupid ability would have it, you can’t move a muscle. You don’t miss the way he smiles to himself when he resumes his work tormenting you. 

When he at long last decides he’s done you inwardly jump for joy. Your celebration is short-lived though, “You're not off the hook yet,” he reminds you. 

“Can I at least move now?” you beg and he considers for a few seconds before speaking. 

“You can move now.” Thank god. If he didn’t release you who knows what might’ve happened. Probably not much since you couldn’t move but it definitely would’ve sucked. “Next time don’t make me use a curse to hold you still.” Next time? The thought of a next time fills you with both euphoria and anxiety. How would you deal with all of this again? Not to mention the main event hasn’t even begun yet. 

You’re stirred from your thoughts by him crawling up to finally meet your lips in a kiss. Generally, you kiss someone before you leave them a dripping mess but you’ll chastise him for that later. You’d prefer to savor this.

His lips are soft against yours and you’re pretty sure you can feel the cursed energy radiating off his mouth because of his ability. At first it’s soft and sweet, making you almost forget the nature of your situation, but it quickly grows aggressive with both of you wanting as much of the other as you could have. It’s messy and it’s grabby but it’s exactly what you need and you find yourself moaning into him. He pulls away to free himself of his jacket and t-shirt and you shamelessly ogle his toned torso. 

“Take a picture it’ll last you longer” he smirks at you from above.

“Not longer than this is taking Ill bet”

“Patience is a virtue, love, and this is still a punishment.” His words send shivers down your spine.

He crawls back on top of you. “You know, you’re always beautiful but seeing you desperate and panting is a special treat for the eyes.” you blush hard at his remark and try to squirm away before he holds you still. “Not so fast, princess, I thought you wanted this?” He runs his hand down your abdomen into your shorts and finally slips his fingers back into you. You mewl at the feeling and buck your hips unintentionally into his hand. 

It's practically bliss after all of the teasing he put you through. You lace your fingers in his hair and pull him in for another sloppy kiss while he finger fucks you. You’re in heaven. 

The boy knocks you out of your thoughts to whisper into your ear, “You know, babe, cursed aren’t the only thing my mouth is good for,” he slowly makes his way back down again between your legs. 

“Yeah I get it please don’t start back up with the teasing.”  You try to shut your legs in a strange attempt to deter him from resuming his earlier attack.

“Relax, I’m being nice, now arms up” he uses his power to command your arms back up above your head and finally pulls your shorts off of you. He pulls your underwear aside with his right hand and resumes his previous ministrations with his left, two fingers expertly stroking inside your most intimate area while you settle back into bliss. He smiles to himself and gently kisses your thigh before deciding to dive right into his next meal. You jump when you feel his tongue prod at your clit but you shudder with content when he finds his rhythm. Perhaps the gods actually are looking out for both of you.

He eats you like a five-star meal, savoring every moan and whimper that falls from your lips, he’s good and he knows it. You can’t even be sure if he’s doing this for you or for him. You’re so close and you desperately want him to finish you, “Toge, pleeeease” you moan and he quirks an eyebrow. Maybe it’s been a while but this certainly isn’t his first rodeo, he knows exactly what you're getting at. 

“What’s that? You wanna cum?” 

“God! Yes! Please!” you whine and he chuckles. Your orgasm is so close that you could reach out and grab it until he pulls his fingers out and you almost cry at the loss of contact. 

The shaman laughs at you, “Did you forget you were bad? If you want to redeem yourself you’re gonna have to cum on my cock.”  The way he speaks to you now is nothing like the normal Inumaki you know and the contrast would be frightening if it wasn’t so arousing. He stands up from his position kneeling in front of you and grabs your hips to pull you to the edge of the bed. “If I release you will you be good and stay there?” you nod furiously and he smiled, “you’re free” he whispers and you immediately use your arms to grab his neck and pull him in for another kiss.

Once he pulls away he grinds against you a few times. You lean into the contact. You’re so needy it feels like your skin is on fire and only his touches could put it out. He moves his hand to finally strip you of your underwear and discard it on the floor. 

You sit up to reach for his pants but he pushes you back into the mattress “What did I say?” you remember your promise not to move and stay down. He leans down to lock your lips in another deep kiss and runs his hands down your sides to reassure you. You’re sure he can feel your heart pounding. 

He pulls away so that he can reach and pull down his sweats and allow his erection to spring free. You’re surprised at the size he presents, considering how soft Toge’s presence generally is you wouldn’t have thought his dick would be so,,, imposing. But there you are practically salivating at it. He chuckles and you realize you’re staring. 

He pulls you even closer and spreads your legs, you quickly move to cover yourself but he stops you, “Awe c’mon baby, pretty girls shouldn’t hide.” he coos and leans over to kiss your forehead. 

He grabs himself and strokes against you to collect the slick still building between your thighs and you whine every time he passed over your swollen clit. It feels like you’re going to burst but you don’t want to disobey him and risk prolonging the torture so you keep as quiet as possible. 

When he decides he’s ready he puts his hands over your hips and slowly pushes in. He lets out a sultry groan that makes you clench. He lets his head hang back as he eases into his rhythm. You're sure you’ve never known such bliss. He fills every bit of you perfectly. His thrusts are steady and deliberate like everything else about him. He moves his hand just below your navel and grunts. When you look up to question him he takes your hand to rest it in the the same position and you’re shocked at what you find; he’s so big you can feel him from the outside. 

He could go on forever and you would be happy. It’s a perfect scene until his thrusts become frantic and then come to a halt. You whine and try to rock your hips into his but he holds you down.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Do you like me?” he quietly responds. 

“What?”

“Do you like me?” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod your head aggressively to his question. “Then, Do you like me?” You’re surprised he’s asking you about your feelings right now like they aren’t obvious. It's especially evident that he was avoiding using his cursed speech to get you to respond. He wants you to say it of your own volition. He wants you to mean it. 

“....yes”

“like you mean it” 

“Yes. I like you! Since the first time I saw you walking the grounds. I like you a whole fucking lot,” you confess sincerely, “now please get back to fucking me!”

Like a new man, he bends down and kisses you before grabbing your hips up off his bed to pull you into him while he thrusts into you. It’s a slight difference but the new angle is twice as he’s and thrice as deep. Your moans grow loud but you can’t bring yourself to care anymore. 

You reach down to touch yourself but he quickly swats your hand away, “You can touch when I say so,” he huffs, “Only I get to touch you right now.”  

You plead with him, but your words came out in stutters because of his hard thrusts, “But..... wanna cum...... feels good.”

He tries to stifle a laugh at your desperation, “Baby, I don’t see what you’re not getting, you can cum when I say so.” You look up at him with pure need. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” you nod your head quite enthusiastically. He looks over you to take in your flushed face and the way your hair clings to the sweat on your neck, it's the most beautiful sight that has ever graced his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks and you nodded again. He grins mischievously and leans towards your ear, “then cum.” 

He doesn’t even need to touch you for you to see stars. His cursed speech makes the knot in your stomach snap immediately. He continues pumping in and out of you while you writhe and spasm under him from the intensity of your orgasm. He adores the fact that it was him making you feel this way. He adores the way that tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. He adores the way you fumble for words. Mostly he adores you. Fuck. He’s close.

You find yourself already quickly approaching another high, “Toge-“ he cuts you off.

“Shh, gettin close,” he says, “Can you manage another one for me? Wanna come together.” you nod to him and he smiled, “Atta girl, where do you want it?” 

It’s a considerate question but you’re embarrassed to answer, you don’t want to keep him waiting though. 

“.. Inside.... please,” you say it so softly he barely hears it. Once he registers your words he groans at the thought of you wanting him to coat your insides. This is his dream come true. 

He gives everything he had in his last thrusts, fucking into you like his life depends on it. “Are you ready?” 

“Ah-   fuck-   yes,” you moan out, “please, Toge.” Were you trying to kill him?

With the way you say his name he knows he can’t hang on much longer. He takes a deep breath in and leans down to whisper in your ear, “cum for me.” His cursed words flowed through your body as you come undone around him. As soon as Toge feels you contract around him he grunts, his thrusts become sloppy as he finishes inside of you and the heat emanating from it only intensifies your orgasm. He kisses you again while you both calm down. This one is softer than any other so far, it’s loving and reverent. It suits the calm and quiet Inumaki you fell in love with. He pulls away for air, taking a few deep breaths before he pulls out of you with a sigh. He wipes his length with the shirt he discarded on the floor earlier, tucks himself into his underwear, and pulls his sweats back up to his hips.

“Oh my god, how am I supposed to walk to the showers without anyone seeing me?” you panic.

“You just have to ruin the moment don’t you?” he sighs while walking over to his dresser and fishing for something. He pulls out a towel and heads back over to a water bottle on his nightstand, he offers you a sip before dumping some of it on the towel to dampen it. He pats the part of the bed closest to him so you crawl over. He uses the soft towel to gently but thoroughly wipe you off before doing the same to himself. 

“I guess that works,” He doesn’t respond to you but instead walks back over to his drawers to grab a pair of underwear and a large t-shirt to throw in your direction. “I am not wearing your underwear,” you protest.

“I don’t think you want yours,” he responds and you look at your underwear on the floor, wet and wrinkly. He isn’t wrong.

You step into the underwear he offered you and throw off your sweaty shirt in favor of his clean one, “Thanks,” you mumble awkwardly, not sure how to tread after what just happened. 

The shaman grabs you and plopped back into his bed, holding you to his chest, “So you like me huh?” he says quietly and you turn red.

“I guess I might’ve said that” you avoid his gaze but he turns you around to look at him. 

He kisses you on the forehead, “You’re finally mine,” he said softly, not possessive loving.

“I don’t recall agree-” you try to add but he cuts you off.

“Would you say no?”

“Well no but-”

“Then don’t complain” he kisses your cheek and you sigh. He gets out of the bed to go look for something and comes back with his cell phone, “here.” He hands it to you to put your number in.

“I can’t help but feel like we’re doing things backwards,” you snort.

“I can’t keep talking, at least this way we can write.” You set your contact name and put a little heart at the end, which he smiles at, and send yourself a text. Upon hearing the ding on your cellphone you go into the messages save his contact. 

He hops back into the bed with you and holds you close to him. He kisses your forehead again and pulls back to send you a text.

——-

NEW UNREAD MESSAGE 

FROM: Toge️ <3

does this mean you’ve learned your lesson? 

——-

You giggle at the message and peck him on the lips. You type out your response and he rolls his eyes when he receives it.

——-

TO: Toge️ <3

i make no promises 

——-

He smiles and shakes his head as he turns off the lamp beside his bed and he pulls you in tight as you both drift off to sleep. 

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I'm so exhausted and I don't think people realize just how bad British Columbia, Canada, is right now in regards to covid.

The provincial health office, Dr. Bonnie Henry, ignores science constantly, as does the deputy provincial health officer. They both claim masks/PPE are the last line of defense and not really effective.

They both refuse to acknowledge covid is airborne, instead saying it's droplets. Note that Henry was one of the lead public health responders in Toronto when SARS hit it and she also didn't believe/treat it as airborne. She also still holds onto the idea that SARS, MERS, H1N1, and now covid transmit in other ways rather than through the air.

They both think kids don't get sick from covid and don't transmit it which is why schools are open as normal, some classrooms don't have windows that open (or don't have windows at all), and they've decided against notifying schools or parents if a kid tested positive.

Contact tracing has been scaled back to the point it may as well not exist, which was fully intentional. They also don't consider friends or classmates close contacts thus won't notify them if someone they spent hours with in a room the other day tested positive.

Testing centres are being shut down en masse, the most infamous one was shut down and the following day it had a Spirit Halloween banner above the doors. There's also only 1 testing centre for 550,000+ people in one region of the Lower Mainland, a region that had the most cases in the second and third wave.

There are also no rapid testing kits available in-person or online (unless you have a spare $250+) despite there being over 2,000,000 sitting in a warehouse about to expire because Henry doesn't think they're accurate.

And the government controls access to testing in most areas and will bar you from getting tested unless you lie about your symptoms. Even then, there's a good chance you'll be told to go home and rest for a couple days to see if you feel better.

Vaccines are being pushed hard as the only thing needed and that if people have two shots, they don't need to wear masks. It was only recently the province even admitted breakthrough infections and hospitalizations were even a thing despite it being known for weeks/months elsewhere in the world.

Hospital capacities are over 100% with extreme staff shortages but Henry, Dix, and Gustafson still decided to get rid of nearly all restrictions.

N95 mask usage is being discouraged with the government saying only surgical masks are needed. Even nurses aren't allowed to use N95 masks or have proper PPE.

The government is no longer reporting on certain numbers and has been caught lying about and omitting numbers time and again thanks to brave individuals who leaked the actual documents and those who spend their days comparing multiple sources to find the actual number.

The government would also rather fire nurses and other healthcare workers despite all the shortages out there (3 nurses a shift when it was supposed to be 24, nurses working 24h/shift to have a modicum of coverage, nurses being mandated to not have breaks despite working 12-24h, etc) so healthcare workers are effectively muzzled.

Film and photography in hospitals is also not allowed.

Interactions with the press are done via phone calls that the government controls and reporters are limited to one question and one follow-up question.

And so much more.

People are dying in hospitals because there's not enough staff and people are having their surgeries canceled because there's not enough staff and/or ICU beds so people who could have survived now have a fatal inoperable illness and only months left to live.

If you think Alberta and Ontario are failing in their covid response, I beg you to look at BC's response and what those who live here are saying, especially those who are marginalized. Normally I would not suggest twitter, but the #bcpoli and #bced hashtags are full of people across the province who are suffering under the lack of covid response.

And no, these aren't elected officials. The office of the Provincial Health Officer is promoted, not elected. British Columbians had no say in who we wanted in charge of provincial health.

#canada #canpoli #cdnpoli #british columbia #bc #bcpoli #covid #politics #abpoli #onpoli #like i see Hinshaw and Tam and others say they were wrong and i'm JEALOUS #because that will never happen in BC #there have been multiple victory laps by DBH and the government for the past year #if you are anxious about covid you are wrong and the reason why things are where they are #that's only slightly paraphrased #and because testing is so limited #(as in you need government approval to get tested and their rec is #almost always to stay home for a day or two) #that means even less options and recourse for those who go on to develop #chronic conditions #speaking of testing if you test negative but die within the hour #you're marked as not having died from covid #basically when you see the numbers the government puts out #assume it's 2x-10x higher than is reported #i've also forgotten a bunch of stuff #because there's so much going wrong #and if you want to have a fun afternoon #look up the SARS report #and look up where the inquiry deemed the government failed #because every single one of those is failing in BC right now