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0oolookitsme · 8 months

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No More Kisses

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 1k

Warnings- Just a few curse words here and there, and a slight hint of smut :)

A/n- Some fratrry! Hope you enjoy <3

The game's season was to begin in one month, and Harry hasn't never felt more prepared. He's ready to tackle teams and get this over with.

All of this practise has been draining him down and the fact that the college literally wouldn't give them any breaks meant that it was practise, classes, practise and finally sleep. Whether he drank water or ate his meals between the gaps didn't matter as long as he was on the top.

Even Y/n hadn't been having the time to breath, in the midst of all this mid semester chaos – let alone call and check up on him and show up during his evening practices so that they can go back to the frat house together.

He missed her, terribly.

They would talk, but only in the mornings and the nights. And even then they didn't get to have a proper conversation because they were just so tired all the time, or busy. Early mornings and late nights had always been their thing, but to not spend that extra time with each other was something new.

Hell even not spending their usual time together was new; strange.

Sitting together on the floor of one of their rooms -- usually Harry's considering Y/n's room floor was always covered in miscellaneous things, and these days even her bed was occupied by half-finished or just-started projects -- they would just swing their arms or legs over the other one and work on their laptops.

As Harry finally packs up to go back to the house, late again, he feels his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. It was Y/n he saw and immediately he was swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello," he says without much exaggeration, but he knows that she knows he has a huge smile on his face as he looks at the ground, one hand on his hip as he waits for her to reply.

"Whatever happened to love or darling?"

Stifling a laugh, he swung his bag over his shoulders before giving her the greeting she wanted. "Hello my sweet, sweet darling," he greeted, weighing down on the pet name.

"Yeah fuck you too," she retorted, laughing on the other hand. "I just called to ask if I could use a very small, hear me out! – a very small space on your room's floor to lay down a project?" She sheepishly trailed off.

Y/n knew she didn't need to ask him that, but it was a topic Harry always teased her about, saying 'does being an Art Director of your club mean you can't even step in your own room, hm?' and she thought it was about time that he worried about it too.

"Y/n... No. You cannot take over my room now!"

"Pretty please, H! You know what? I'll let you take a candle of mine. How about that?" She offered, feeling smug like a winner.

Both of them knew that it was an instant offer to get Harry to do anything, just give him any one of Y/n's candles. Still he made a show of grumbling and finally muttered a 'fine'.

"Thank you! May God bless you my dear," She cackled before hanging up on him, leaving him shaking his head as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.

The drive back to the frat house was filled with Niall chattering Harry's ear off as if he hadn't been getting smacked in the face while goal-keeping this whole day.

Turning off the engine, Harry muttered something about Niall influencing Y/n under his breath when Niall jumped out of the car, made the same old-creepy-man joke and called him a 'dear'.

When Harry finally entered his room, he wasn't surprised to see Y/n sprawled on his floor but he was definitely shocked to see a candle lit on his desk.

"Can't believe you stuck to your words!" He said while deeply breathing in the scent of the candle -- it gave vanilla with a hint of the smell of soil after it had just rained, and Harry knew he was never letting her take that candle back.

"Well, I can be good sometimes," Y/n shrugged without looking up from the sheet she was working on.

"That really is a shocker coming from you, grump," Harry said, his voice getting closer to Y/n with each step he took and then his hands slipped under her armpits, pulling her up. "And, I like you bad," he stated, glancing at her lips.

Y/n supported herself by her legs despite whining at him to put her down. "First of all, you smell horrendous, second of all, what the hell was that for? And third of all, that was not hot." She ranted, a little serious but her look of suspicion made him laugh.

"Missed your mouthy ass," he mumbled before crashing his lips right onto hers, pushing her back while she shrieked, warning him not to step on that sheet.

Her hands slipped past his shoulders to fist the baby curls at the nape of his neck, playing and pulling at them gently. His hands, though, travelled all over her body. Her chest, breasts, abdomen, stomach, hips, thighs – to slipping right past where she was beginning to ache and squeezing her bum, caressing her back that had been hunched over papers all day long and finally one hand went to fist her hair, the other one slipping down and down until his fingers reached the bottom of her bum.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, Harry started to move towards the bathroom, his hold on her tightening by each minute and the moment she realized what Harry had done, water was already pouring on them and starting to soak their clothes.

"I literally hate you so much," she said as they both hurried to take off their clothes.

Chuckling, Harry asked, "no kissing tomorrow?"

"No kissing tomorrow," Y/n assured him, nodding her head and then laughing with him knowing that there was no way that rule would be put into practise.

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ravenstargames · 4 months

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✦ Lost in Limbo 2023 wrap-up

And finally, after the hectic period of Christmas and the New Year, we are here and ready for our wrap-up!

Warning: this devlog may include some typos. As per usual!

Honestly, I can't believe we are here. This year has been wild for so many reasons. We have made so much progress, perhaps not as much as we would have wanted, but we have come really far. I'm very proud of my team and thankful for the people we have met this year that have made this journey easier.

So...let's see what we have done this year and our plans for 2024!

✦ First of all, we made our itch.io page debut!

And this was perhaps the hugest milestone for us. It got a wonderful reception even if there's nothing to play yet, so we can't be grateful enough for that. This of course includes the key art and the screenshots we managed to get ready for the itchio page!

✦ We launched our official webpage!

Another amazing milestone for us! I remember tirelessly working with Raquel for weeks to get this done the way we wanted it to be.

✦ We welcomed our editor, Allie Vera, to our team!

They are not only a marvelous person but someone I'm having the privilege to learn from. Her editing skills are amazing and the script has done nothing but improve since we got it in her hands. We have started editing together and she has been working so, so hard, I'll be doing my best to keep up. Please send a lot of love their way, because they deserve it!

✦ We began working on the CGs!

Raquel has been working super hard and right now we have five CGs ready and one in process. The last one will likely be ready for next month, and with that the CGs for the demo will be finished!

✦ The UI was implemented and it's fully functional!

For someone who was a total stranger to programming, I think I've done a good job this past year! The game menus finally look like they should (with a bit of changes needed here and there) and everything is working well. I'm sure the code could be optimized greatly, but for now I'm happy with how it is (as my skills are, well, what they are!).

✦ We finished the demo script and have started the editing process!

That was a huge step for us as many changes were done to the script before we could consider it done. We sadly had to cut chunks of content because we felt like, for a demo, it was better to get to the juicy parts and meet the LI's as soon as possible. Some adaptations had to be made, some ideas had to be scratched, but here we are now, with a finished script ready to be coded, and being edited by Allie!

✦ We got some nice backgrounds done!

Work on backgrounds has been slower than we would have wanted to, but taking into consideration we were studying a master (that was pretty hard on us) and there's only four of us, I'd say it's a victory! There's still some backgrounds left, but as Astro and Raquel work on that, there's other areas of the game that keep moving forward.

✦ We opened a ko.fi page!

This was one of our 2023 goals, so high-five!

✦ We met amazing people, made new friends, and learned from a lot of fellow devs!

What a ride has it been! People I used to admire from a distance, enjoying their projects and gushing over them, are now part of my personal life. A lot of fellow devs have come forward in 2023 with new projects, new inspiring and incredible ideas, and we have been supported by all of them and welcomed as if we had always been a part of the Indie visual novel community.

Just to name a few of inspiring and amazing devs, the sweet folks at Foxglove Games (who have released Trouble Comes Twice!), Velvet Cupcake Games and their progress with Made Marion, Best Laid Plain Productions and their amazing work with Save the Villainness, and of course our beloved Crescence Studio with Alaris and Intertwine, which now has an Extended Edition!

As per usual, Lem (Crescence) has a special spot in this devlog because they have been the absolute highlight of this year. What a loving, sweet, amazing and creative individual. We all are very lucky to have them with us, but specially me; their friendship has meant so much for me this year, and I hope we can only grow closer with time! I LOVE YOU LEM!! 💜

✦ On a personal note...

On the personal side of things, I got diagnosed with OCD in late November. I had been suffering the symptoms since July, knowing something was wrong but thinking it would pass. It has changed my life and the way I see things and myself, and I'm on a long journey that has, unfortunately, affected my work on Lost in Limbo. I have not worked as much as I had planned, but I'm lucky to have my friends, my family and my partner, who are walking this path with me.

I'm sharing this because I think it's important. My experience will hopefully give someone who is reading this the push to seek help; I thought it was nothing and I ended up going through the hardest year of my life. Thankfully, I now have the help I need; I have been going to therapy since October, been diagnosed, and I'm now on my way to learn to live with OCD and heal from it. Some days are harder than others, but I'll get there! 💜

On a happier note, Astro and I will be adopting a cat from a shelter very very soon, if things go as planned! Raquel has taken the plunge and opened a sticker store! She has been doing great so far and is overworked but happy. We are so proud of her!

Also, we finally, FINALLY had the chance to get together for New Year's Eve and celebrate together after more than seven years of friendship! Sadly Kayden couldn't make it in the end because of COVID, but hopefully this is the beginning of a lot of years of celebrating together!

Mostly, the team and I have been doing fine, all things considered. Astro wants you all to now that even if he's not very active on social media, he appreciates your support a lot and will do his best to return that love! Thank you all for your support through the year, as always 💜

We had a bunch of goals set for 2023, and my God if they weren't ambitious. This year has taught us a lot about limits, about being realistic with our expectations and with the amount of work needed for a visual novel, and has overall humbled us.

There's one sprite remaining, the LI's expressions, plus one CG and finishing the backgrounds that need a bit more polishing. That and editing the script into its final state and code it accordingly.

With that being said, I want to be positive and say the demo may be ready for April - May, but I don't know if that'll be possible. We made the mistake of being too excited and too positive when it came to the work we would be able to do, and we apologize for that. We are still learning and we hope you can still support us and make this journey with us as you have been doing since we started.

Still, the demo WILL release this year. That is for sure. As we keep working —and the team has been working very, very hard— we'll decide when the demo will release, giving it time to be beta tested, sent to streamers who are interested, etc.

So the main objective of this year is...

✦ Release the demo!

Obvious, right? But with it comes some smaller goals!

✦ Code the script!

The editing process is going well —thanks to Allie who works tirelessly, honestly— so I hope I can step on the gas and get those corrections done as soon as possible!

✦ Finish all the assets!

As soon as Raquel is done with the CGs, we'll start working on the expressions together (I have already been toying with it) and the remaining sprite. Astro will finish the remaining backgrounds!

✦ Open a casting call for our LIs!

We want the demo to be at least partially voiced. When the whole script is done and more or less coded, we'll open a casting call to give our LIs what will be their official voices for the whole game. What an adventure!

✦ Open our steam page!

Pretty self-explanatory, but there it is!

What a year, huh? We have worked so much and so hard while studying, and that studies are now over. This year has been one of self-discovery, of new challenges, of some goodbyes and some new faces and friends. My only wish for 2024 is for it to be gentler to everyone. Hopefully we can all heal from whatever hurt us in 2023, laugh a lot with our loved ones, and learn more about ourselves and our lives in this 2024! 💜

With that being said, thank you for reading once more, and let us hope this year brings us a lot of amazing games and memories! 💜

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lifespectator · 1 year

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A Special Night

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend and you have some "special time" before she goes on tour.

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), Language

A/N: This is my second time writing smut, so please lmk what you think and if you want to see more in the near future

You were walking out of the movie theatre with your girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen. She had taken you to watch 'Martha Marcy May Marlene'. Her first project as a professional actress. You were more than happy to see Lizzie finally making her dreams reality.

"So... did you like the movie?" Lizzie asked you, nervousness lingering in her voice. You knew It was the question she had been eager to ask once the movie ended.

"Not gonna lie, I want to punch John Hawkes right in the face after that." She gazed at you and playfully smacked your arm. "Are you kidding? It was amazing. You were amazing in every scene." You responded truthfully as you held her hands.

Lizzie was a woman of many talents; acting is one of them.

"Oh my god! I'm so glad you did!" Lizzie exclaimed happily as she hugged. You hugged her back and smiled.

You were the person who pushed Lizzie to apply for NYU Tisch. Lizzie was glad she had you during the hard times. If it weren't for you being there, she would have dropped out of NYU. Because you were there during the hard times, she wanted you to be there in the happy moments of her life.

Lizzie's excited screams gathered the attention of the people passing by. While some just looked and kept walking, others continued looking. They most likely finished watching the movie or saw a poster and recognized that the pretty woman beside you was the one on the big screen. You decided to take action before a huge crowd gathered, preventing both of you from leaving.

"Baby, let's go home." You told Lizzie, and she agreed. Both of you walked towards the parking lot.

"My love, what's wrong? Please tell me." Lizzie asked you once both of you were inside the car. It was evident that something was bothering you.

Even though you were happy for your girlfriend, you knew her job would come with some sacrifices.

You looked away. "I know you had warned me of this. But I don't think I'm ready." You told her the truth.

You knew she was semi-famous thanks to her sisters, but with her becoming an actress, she would soon be famous for her talent. Her life would change forever, yours included.

Worry was evident on Lizzie's face. "Is this about the attention we gathered inside the theatre?" She questioned in a low voice, sadness lingering in her words. "No, I'm fine with that. It's just that tomorrow you leave on tour for your movie, and I don't know how I will handle a lot of time away from you." You responded in a defeated tone.

Ever since you and Lizzie became friends and eventually lovers, you both have always spent all the time possible together. Even when she was filming, you would occasionally visit her. But now, she was required to travel to different states for press conferences.

Lizzie rested her chin on your shoulder. "My love, it pains me too. But believe me, time will pass by fast." She comforted you as she rubbed your chest.

You turned your head to look at her. Her beautiful green eyes and unique features that you wake up every morning to. You brought your hand up to her cheek and caressed it. You leaned in for a kiss which she reciprocated. The kiss started softly, enjoying each other's lips but quickly turned into a hungry kiss. Both fighting for dominance. Low noises were coming out of both of you.

As Lizzie wrapped her arms around your neck, you, in a swift motion, lifted her and helped her straddle you. She let out a moan after feeling your hardened cock against her. You both continued kissing as she slowly started to grind you, to which you let out some muffled groans.

"Fuck." She grunted in between the kiss. Feeling so aroused, you started to undo the button of her low denim shorts. You broke the kiss to speak. "I can't hold any longer, my love." You let out as you tried to regain your breath. "Go for it." She purred. That was your sign.

Lizzie lifted herself from your lap to pull down her shorts, only to now be left in her black underwear. You have seen this view many times, but it never failed to astonish you.

You adjusted the car seat back and pushed your jeans down enough to pull out cock. "So hard already." She cooed as she grabbed it and slowly moved her hand up and down. You groaned at the feeling of her hand on your cock. "I need you now." You said as you moved her underwear to the side, revealing her wet pussy. You aligned your cock with her entrance and which she slowly sank into, causing you both to moan. "Oh Fuck." she let out.

Once your whole length was entirely inside her, she waited there on the base of your cock for you to be ready. Being surrounded by her wet warmth was the best feeling. You grabbed her ass and squeezed it, gaining a groan from her. You thrust your hips upwards and smacked her bum to let her know you were ready.

She started moving her hips as moans came out of her mouth. "So good, baby." You grunted. You brought her down into a kiss and then focused on her neck, scattering it with kisses. "Fuck don't stop!" She cried.

You started sucking on her pulse. She shivered as you gave her neck a playful bite. Her moans and the sound of your skin making contact left you ecstatic. You grabbed both her arms and held them together behind her back. "Oh, fuck, just like that!" Lizzie cried out as you thrust your hips upwards at an animalistic pace. Both of you were dripping in sweat. The car windows were covered in fog. You can only hope no one was witnessing your actions.

After a few more thrusts, you felt her walls tighten around your cock. "Fuck yes!" She moaned. Her juices released on your shaft. It took a few more thrusts to feel your orgasm coming. You let go of her arms and grabbed her ass which you brought down to you as you felt your orgasm approach. You groaned as your cum released inside her while she moaned at the warm feeling. Both of you stayed in the same position, regaining your breath and giggling.

She slowly got off you. "I might have fucked up." You told her as you re-adjusted your seat. "Don't worry. I was on the pill." Lizzie said with an innocent smile as she grabbed some napkins to clean herself.

You just grinned as you started the engine to head home. You were going to make the night special.

Both of you wasted no time once you reached home. Once you parked the car, you picked up Lizzie and carried her to your shared bedroom. Before you both knew it, you both had removed your clothes.

Lizzie stood there, letting you see her curves and beautiful breast. She walked up to you, swaying her hips. As she reached you, she placed her hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms as she sank to her knees.

"Let me treat you." She grabbed your cock and started stroking it. You groaned at the sensation of her soft hand on your length.

Lizzie opened her mouth and licked your tip, covered in pre-cum, moaning at the taste. She placed her lips on your tip and lowered her head, taking your entire cock.

She started bobbing her head as you got lost in the pleasure. You reached for one of her breasts and squeezed it, earning muffled moans. You looked down and locked eyes with her; seeing her cheeks hollowed is what did it for you. You started to thrust your hips, making your cock go deeper into her mouth. After the repeated movement, you finished in her mouth.

"God, that was so fucking good." You groaned. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out, showing you that she had swallowed your cum.

You help Lizzie stand up and lead her to the bed. Once you both reached the bed, she got on all fours and leaned her upper body forward, leaving her ass in the air.

"I'm blessed for having this view." You positioned yourself behind her. "What would you do without it?" She teased. "Wouldn't want to dream of it."

You rubbed your tip against her slit. "So wet already." You teased. "Fuck, Y/n, I need you now." She pleaded.

She gasped as you pushed your cock inside her. You started to move, getting lost in her warmth. "Don't stop!" She cried out as you fastened your thrust.

You ran your hands on her bare back and then gripped her hips tightly, finally setting a pace. You felt your excitement build up with every thrust. Elizabeth tried her best to suppress moans to hear the noises of pleasure you made. She wanted to hear how good she made you feel.

While Lizzie's walls were massaging you, her hand reached for her core and made circles on her clit. "I'm so close." You feel Lizzie's walls tighten around your cock. "I am too, baby." She gripped the sheets as her legs started to tremble when she reached her climax. Her moans overpowered your moans and the noises of your hips smacking her ass. It only took a few more thrusts until you reached the edge. Your cum mixed with her juices as you emptied inside her.

Elizabeth let out a low moan as you pulled out of her. You lay down next to her and started playing with her hair. Both of you were panting.

"I'm gonna miss this." You husked. She turned and rolled over to look at you.

"Fuck that. You're coming with me." She purred. You giggled at her comment. "You actually want me to come with you? No pun intended, by the way." You smiled.

"I mean, yes. Who else is going to satisfy my needs?" She asked as you giggled. " We'll talk about this tomorrow, deal?" She hummed in approval. You brought her close and covered both your bodies with the bed sheets.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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zoe-oneesama · 1 year

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Hello, Zoe! I can't believe there's only four episodes left of SL. I see you recently finished Frightningale. The next is I believe Malediktator. I would love top hear your thoughts of the episode.

Lord have mercy, this episode wasn't good when it came out and only got worse with hindsight:

There are two big, huge stinkers in this episode. Chloe's "arc", which got covered in even more mold over time, and Adrien.

My thoughts at the time (and I know because I went back and FOUND my thoughts) was that this episode would've been a good START for Chloe's redemption..but it was the Finish. So it sucks.

It had all the elements. Chloe being Chloe:

Pretending to be Ladybug just to sing her own praises as Queen Bee

Making her Important Historical Person Project about herself

Getting insultingly defensive when called out and doubling down despite how obvious her lie is

Focusing on Marinette telling her she's not a hero despite the rest of the class being just as "mean" about her time as Queen Bee

Her over the top demands of a disproportionate punishment for the slight by crying for Daddy to shut down a school and banish Marinette from the city

Having an over the top tantrum when she doesn't get her way by declaring she's leaving the country despite her father being on his knees, begging her not to go

Making an over the top announcement of her departure under the delusion that her going to live in New York will somehow negatively effect her former classmates

Her continuing to lie about the circumstances of the akuma to Ladybug herself, only trickle truthing after being pressed multiple times

And in the conclusion, flaunting her ridiculous wealth to not only her peers who were doing something nice for her, but to her best friend who was genuinely upset at her leaving.

Chloe being Chloe. Chloe being a liar, a bully, a spoiled princess who only cares about what SHE wants.

And in this episode she breaks the one person who was always in her corner, even more than Sabrina - her father. As far as a redemption arc goes, that's probably the best way to start things, because this is the guy who'd drop everything for her, bend heaven and earth for her whims, who abandoned his dreams of being a movie director to instead become Mayor to get the power and money to take care of her (at Audrey's insistence). And she broke him. Left him, just like her mom left them both before.

In another universe, maybe this would be the thing that broke Chloe, that finally made her look inward and realize that the call of toxicity, negativity, and entitlement is coming from inside the house. She is the one who makes people around her miserable, and in turn, herself miserable, because it makes no one want to be with her, it makes no one like her.

Realizing this, vocalizing this, and doing something about this could've been a good start. She can be rewarded for being vulnerable and open and taking responsibility by being given the Bee Miraculous and being allowed to fix things, which could start her wanting to fix things without a Miraculous. Thus, a START of her redemption arc.

But as I noted back then, and as I note now, this isn't the start. It's the finish.

All this vulnerability about not being liked and hurting her daddy's feelings and feeling worthless comes after info-dumping about her Sad Mommy issues which were pretty much resolved as soon as they were brought up THANKS TO HER SWORN ENEMY MARINETTE, and after she picked up a Miraculous and kept it for herself, and after she abused that power to CRASH A TRAIN to try and win herself clout. So I'm sorry that I don't care that Chloe "deserves a second chance" or that "maybe Queen Bee will make her a better Chloe" after she almost killed people to show off for Mommy.

The big finale says "Well Chloe's sad so maybe she could possibly be good, though only when it directly effects her." She can't even muster a goddamn thank you for the party, they didn't even pretend she was going to change.

And that's where hindsight makes this even worse. I clocked this as a failed start when this episode came out, but adding on top of that the next two seasons where she unofficially joins the villain's side makes this even dumber.

The episode does the usual shtick of Somehow Blaming Marinette: she feels bad for telling Chloe she's not a hero, she feels bad for celebrating her leaving, she gives HERSELF partial blame for Andre being akumatized. Well, I don't blame her, show. In fact I'd say she's pretty justified.

For one, what did Chloe do as Queen Bee that was heroic? Try to crash a train to get credit for stopping the crash, which she couldn't even do, and then being akumatized? How about the fact that she found this Miraculous and didn't return it? Or let's look wider and assume Marinette wasn't even talking about just Queen Bee: What has Chloe done that was heroic? Oh one time she kinda helped with Despair Bear - oh wait but she also CAUSED that akuma so it kinda cancels out.

Chloe's not a hero. She could be, she has all the resources, she just isn't because she doesn't want to be.

And why should Marinette feel bad that Chloe's leaving? Adrien says she left angry and upset, but she seemed pretty content when she was throwing out fliers from her helicopter and announcing it to the whole school in one last hurrah. Play me the world's smallest violin. After TWO SEASONS of abuse from this whiny little rich girl, why shouldn't Marinette be happy for herself? Happy that she won't have to worry about her property being vandalized? Or work stolen? Or relative's career sabotaged? That next year she doesn't have to dread going to school because there's no chance Chloe will be in her class? Why WOULDN'T she throw a party over that?

And in what universe is Marinette to blame for the akuma that she didn't even come in contact with? Just because, as usual, Chloe decided to blame Marinette for all the backlash she rightfully got even though Marinette was the last one to say something? Just because her classmates agreed with what Marinette said, and Chloe got weirdly fixated on Marinette, and Chloe took it out on her father, it's somehow Marinette's burden and blame for Maledictator? Sure Jan, that'll hold up in court. The mental gymnastics to even blame a twice removed party...

And all of it is for naught. Marinette sees a vulnerable side of Chloe and gives her a chance as a hero and throws her a party to celebrate her "accomplishment" as Queen Bee because "Being Ladybug made me a better Marinette, maybe being Queen Bee will make her a better Chloe".

Well guess what. It didn't. It inflated her already massive ego and gave her another thing she felt entitled to that she didn't earn and led to the mother of all tantrums when she was told multiple times she wouldn't be getting her way, leading to Marinette losing Fu as an ally. All the self flagellation, all the bowing to Chloe's ego, all the hoops Marinette went through to make Chloe feel better did nothing to help Chloe change into a better person, so all it is is a waste of time and teaching Marinette a lesson that ends up blowing up in her face. It was frustrating back when this episode came out to see how unearned it all was, and now it's extra frustrating because you know how pointless it all was. All the deliberate audience manipulation for a complete non-starter.

SPEAKING of frustrating to watch, I believe I promised you TWO big stinkers in this episode.

Get back here Adrien, I'm barely even started with you. How fucking dare you come in here and lecture anyone about treating Chloe badly? I don't care if Chloe was your friend when no one else is, that doesn't invalidate the happiness everyone - and I mean EVERYONE, including teachers, your classmate, and your own Best Friend - was feeling at her departure. Good for you that she was a warm body to stand next to in your childhood years, but what kind of criteria do you even have Mr. If We Made Eye Contact We're Friends?

Because you haven't shown us that she was a good friend. Hell, you haven't shown us YOU were a good friend! If you were so concerned for her, why didn't you go after her when she left in a huff? Why didn't you text her or try to convince her to stay? Why didn't you stop your class from pointing out her bullshit when she gave her duplicitous presentation? Why NOW is your only move to berate her number one abuse victim (next to Sabrina) and then sulk in the corner like a dark cloud trying to ruin everyone else's good time?

Why aren't you NOW going after her or texting her? Why are you still at this party? Why aren't you lecturing any of your other friends about what they're doing? Why why why?

(Logistically it's so Marinette and Adrien are on the outer rim of the party and don't get hit by Maledictator's command spell to destroy the school, but literally since when has the show cared about logical reasons for the two to get away from a crowd?)

You know what sucks? This episode was fun until Adrien opened his big mouth. Everything was fast paced and melodramatic and over the top and fun - and then party pooper Adrien has to call everyone TeRriBlE despite ALL the terrible things Chloe's done over the course of this series RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.

And because the writing is poor and doesn't want to actually challenge Adrien in any way, they have Marinette call Chloe "useless" when that is literally the least of her problems: a bully, a brat, selfish, spoiled, vindictive, manipulative, a liar, self centered, delusional, I don't know, just plain fucking MEAN. If Marinette stuck to any of these things that Adrien couldn't refute, maybe we could've had something INTERESTING here. But instead they gave him a near strawman just so he could refute ONE THING "bad" about Chloe instead of confronting the fact that his childhood friend was and is a shitty person.

Maybe on top of Chloe realizing something about herself, we have Adrien realize the nature of their relationship: that he's so conditioned to accept her and his father's crap that he's even conditioned to be uncomfortable when anyone ELSE challenges their crap. That he's put unrealistic expectations on his other friends just because of his own coping strategy against the people in his life that constantly take advantage of him. That it's unfair of him to expect other's to just shut up and put up with unfair treatment just because shaking the status quo makes him kinda nauseous. Just, you know, if they wanted to do something INTERESTING for once.

Maybe this could've where Adrien realizes that not only do his friends deserve to be treated better, but so does he. That by not invalidating his friend's feelings, he can stop invalidating his own. It could be a first step to him overcoming his people-pleasing nature and begin his own arc about taking charge of his life, maybe eventually leading into him taking control of his portion of the plot, MAYBE leading him into being an actual deuteragonist in this series instead of the semi-damsel love interest.

If Adrien would've been made to actually face the fact that the person he grew up with was a garbage person, maybe he'd take some time to look at his dad differently, or Nathalie, or even his own mother and try to see them from a different point of view. A view where he realizes he deserves better.

But instead he manages to guilt trip the only person in the room who wouldn't have challenged him so badly that she actually gives the cruelest person she's known a freaking Miraculous and throws her a celebration party for doing ONCE the thing she herself does on a daily basis with no accolades. And it was aaaaaaaall worthless.

Or should I say "useless"?

#malediktator #maledictator?#I'm so lost on the spelling the wiki says 'dik' but dictator is spelled with a 'c'#malediktator salt #chloe salt #adrien salt #writing salt #I'm probably going to throw in another intermission between 'Frightningale' and 'Malediktator'#just cuz this is where we start heading towards a finale

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pawborough · 5 months

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Hey all!

Happy 1 year anniversary to the launch of our Kickstarter! Meow! We just can't believe it. The project has grown and matured immensely since its inception, and with the hard work of the team it's become something amazing!

We know that for a monument this big, it's expected to see a big update; something which immortalizes our accomplishments.

We are working on a HUGE November drop!

November celebrates our funding milestone, so we'll be going all out! This update is business as usual. But brewing under the surface of our team… we are preparing something grand.

New Fauna

Sponsored and concepted by Apollo, designed and illustrated by Hydde

A wonderful backer-sponsored design!

*Name is not final

New Gene

Speaking of backer sponsored assets, we have finished rendering a gene sponsored for our game:

Sponsored and concepted by Venex, final design and illustration by Fulemy

Here are a few color previews!

Hawthorne, Apple, Daybreak, Radish, Beetroot, Lily, Peony, Dragonfruit, Catmint, Fire, Flame, and Silver

Aaaaand we are working on translating Overgrowth! Check out this ivy version!

Illustrated by Remmie

New Backdrops

It's a great month for environmental art!

Harvest Outskirts

Illustrated by Jerso

Zenith Outskirts

Composition by Runeowl, illustrated by Jacksonjoker

Luna Outskirts

Illustrated by Harriertail

And that's it for this time around!

Mechanic Updates

We've completed the backend for:

Item storage and item "safekeeping" mechanic

Daily hunting party duties (item gathering) and cat-dependent advantages in daily activities

Customize and dress-up for a cat

We also built the item card and accessory preview functionality on the frontend!

Frontend designs for all of these mechanics are done, it's onto frontend building! Once we wrap up this section of development, it's onto the Guild, cooking/crafting, and market mechanics! After which, the game will be in a playable state... wow!

To Summarize: We shared new fauna, backdrops, the new backer gene, a preview of Overgrowth, and an update on where we are in development.

What to expect next month: Something big...

#kickstarter update

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yuyan · 10 months

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The art of love

Kaveh x gn!reader (highschool au)

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Tags: artistic/academic reader, bickering, academic rivals to lovers (but art class), Kaveh can't write essays, sumeru classes = honour classes, mild swearing

"Her nose is a little off-centre," you said absentmindedly.

"I know!" Kaveh said, "I'm fixing it."

"Just saying," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up and focus on your own painting."

You let out a laugh and continued painting the hair of your character. Art class would be a peaceful class with the lo-fi music the teacher plays and quiet chattering as ambient noise, if it wasn't for the two of you's constant bickering.

"Thats not how you paint hair," Kaveh said, side-eyeing your piece.

"I'm literally blocking in the shadows. It's nowhere near done," you replied, agitation seeping into your voice.

"Weeeeeeeell, if you ever need help, I'm always here," Kaveh said. The light and cheery tone was clearly mocking you and made you want to pluck his hair out. "After all, I am the only one here who truly likes art," he added, swiping baby pink paint on your right cheek and leaning in so close, you'd kiss if you moved even a millimetre in the wrong direction.

Suddenly, he fell back, off his chair and many eyes gazed at the two of you. You still had your arm extended from when you shoved him away from you and Kaveh was on the ground, a little stunned.

"Aww are you blushing?" Kaveh mocked, referring to the paint still on your cheeks. "You know it's quite rude to push someone, believe it or not, this elite academy's uniform is quite expensive. Though it probably isn't worth a dime in your eyes," he mumbled the last part.

You wiped the paint off your cheeks aggressively while Kaveh picked himself up from the floor.

"You too!" the teacher yelled,"I don't care what's going on between the two of you but it needs to stop, you're both sumeru students for archon's sake!"

"But-" Kaveh dropped his head and just nodded, stopping himself while you simply ignored the teacher and turned to face your painting.

The two of you were the only sumeru students in your art class. Your other "scholarly" classmates had left when they got chance, talking about how "art's a waste of time anyways" or "I have other more important things to do." They probably gave your head teacher so much of a headache that she just let them change. Poor Ms Nahida. Most of the students in your art class were from the mondstat and Inazuma stream with some from Fontaine as well.

"You know you can just quit like all of our other academic classmates, are you just doing art to prove you're better or more cultured than them?" Kaveh asked. "It's no point, they think it's useless and I hate people like you who do it even though they don't like it. Go back to them and receive praise for being top of the class like a dog again." ("Class" refers to the sumeru stream which has roughly 150 students—your grade alone—and is the top 14.29%)

"Who says I don't like art?" you replied coldly.

"Well-"

"If you payed attention in language arts, you'd know it's a rhetorical question," you cut him off. "Anyways, why would I want to go back to them? They're stupid anyways."

"After you finish your painting, please write an essay on it, it'll be 50% of you final grade," the teacher announced.

Kaveh groaned. Hearing the bell ring you packed up and left for lunch.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise. Everyone excitedly talking to their friends, exchanging gossip or complaining about the huge load of work they had. Most sumeru students came into the cafeteria and left, too busy perfecting their assignments or doing an extra research project either for fun or extra credit. It wasn't uncommon to see students score above 95% in the sumeru stream so to be the top of the class

"I'm gonna fail," Kaveh said, slumping across the table.

"I'm sure you won't, art is your best subject after all," Tighnari reassured, eating his lunch.

"We have to write and essay and last time we did that, I just passed!" Kaveh shouted. "It dragged my overall grade to a B!"

"Stop shouting, you're so loud," Alhaithem said, turning the next page if his textbook.

Kaveh's biggest weakness were essays, analytical essays. He could analyse just fine and find the meaning easily but his structure, poor vocab and ability to never know how to write and explain something, led to him only just passing because of his analysing skills. To anyone else in the elite academy, Teyvat high, his skills would actually be quite good but he was in the sumeru stream and to get into a special architecture degree in the university of teyvat, he'd have to suffer in the sumeru stream. Unfortunate.

"Just ask (name), they're in your art class and is top of our grade," Cyno said. "And-"

"If you say one more horrible joke, I'm going to throw you out of this cafeteria," Tighnari warned.

"Fine..." Cyno said.

"Like they'd ever want to help," Kaveh said, "plus, I hate them."

"Don't you have a crush on them?" Alhaithem said.

"Shut up!" Kaveh shouted, "as if!"

Cyno raised one of his eyebrows while Tighnari mumbled a "whatever you say."

"I don't like them like that, they're just..."

"Cute? I guess but," you pondered, trying to find the right words.

"Oh so you do like him," Dehya smirked.

"Omg! (Name) has a crush on Kaveh!" Nilou squealed, all giddy. "How cute!"

"As if," you said, rolling your eyes. "And you didn't even let me finish my sentence! I can't find the right words for it," you said, the memory of this morning flashing in your mind. "Annoying? Yes but no...Dumb? No not really...Ah! Obnoxious!"

Your friends' eyes slightly widened, their eyes fixated on whatever or whoever was behind you. Swiftly, you turned around, only to see kaveh.

"Well hello to you too," he huffed.

"What is it?" you asked.

"Could you help me with the art essay and in return I'll... I'll leave you alone?" His heart ached at the sight of the twinkle in your eyes when he mentioned the last part.

You thought back to art class. You had left in such a hurry when the bell rang, you forgot your pencil case. When you had went back to go get it, you heard voices coming from inside the classroom.

"Kaveh, you have to lift your grades," your teacher said. Kaveh merely nodded. "You have so much potential but your writing grade keeps dragging you down, please put an effort to improve it this time?" You saw Kaveh clench his fists as his whole body stiffened. You couldn't see his face but the look on your teacher's was a disappointed one.

You'd seen Kaveh poor his heart into every essay whether in art class or not and he'd always just pass. It was like nothing he did could get him over that C. Stepping back from the doorway, you watched Kaveh come out with hot, angry tear in his eyes. He hadn't even notice you and just stormed off to the cafeteria. As soon as he came out, you went in, greeting the teacher, took your pencil case and left.

The journey to the cafeteria wasn't long but it had you thinking. Should you ask if Kaveh wants help? Or would he see it as condescending? You two clearly weren't on the best terms.

Coming back to reality, you nodded and you saw a soft smile grace Kaveh's lips. "You have my number, does the library after school work for you?" you asked.

"Ah yes," Kaveh said, smiling like an idiot.

You had Kavehs's number since he was friends with your friends and you all exchanged numbers but the encounters after that weren't the most pleasent to say the least.

The day went by fast and with the final ring of the bell, you made your way to the library, shooting Kaveh a text when you reached there. The library was two stories and with endless categories and books from fantasy to ancient languages. You secured a small booth in the corner of the library. It has a whiteboard to the left, a decent table that had a comfortable booth seat on each side.

"Hi," Kaveh greeted.

"Hi, let's start?" you asked.

Kaveh nodded in response.

You two started to plan each of your essays, discussing the meaning behind both you and kaveh's painting. The atmosphere was tense and you held you tongue for the sake of a civil study session. Kaveh accepted each tip you gave him, begrudgingly.

The study break ended 20 minutes ago. Refining your plan, you scribbled notes down to the sound of kaveh's typing. You looked up, only to see Kaveh still texting away. He'd been text for half an hour now and each time you told him to stop, he'd just say "I'm almost done."

"What is so important that has you texting for the last half an hour?" you asked, rather impatiently.

"Nothing, just heard that Sam got her hair pulled out." Kaveh said, putting his phone down. (I'm sorry if your name is Sam)

"She got into ankther fight?"

"Yep."

"Serves her right, she's always been a bitch."

Kaveh laughed and you tilted your head to the side, a smile creeping onto your own face.

"Would you like to hear how it happened?" Kaveh asked.

"Yeah, that girl has been causing drama since her first day. Of course I want to know how karma caught up with her," you said.

"Ok, so..."

Time pasted fast as the two of you gossiped and chatted, work casted aside. Playful insults were thrown carelessly and eventually the librarian had to kick the two of you out because it was closing time.

The next day rolled around and both of you found yourself working on your essays, starting the first draft. Typing away, words flowed as you wrote about the composition, line quality and colours used in your piece. Finishing the first draft, you sighed as you saved it and glanced over to Kaveh who was dead asleep.

"I knew this would happend," you muttered. Your grey cotton blanket covered him while you snuck a small pillow under his head, careful not to wake him.

In return, you took his laptop and found he'd finish your first draft before you so you started editing it. Making little notes with the comments feature and giving feedback to pass the time.

"Hmm...how long have I been asleep for?" Kaveh asked, sturing from his slumber.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, you've been sleeping for just over an hour," you said, neatly placing your books and pencil case back into your bag. Kaveh watched you pack up intently. His eyes were still droopy with exhausten and his hair was fluffy and messed up. "I was going to wake you after I finished packing up but I guess there's no need."

You gave a sweet smile that made Kaveh melt into a puddle of water. He couldn't stand how adorable and innocent your smile was and how your eyes reflected it. The slight rosy tint to your cheeks was all it took for Kaveh to want to squish them and pepper them with kisses. He swore over and over again that he wouldn't fall in love with you no matter what he did yet here he was, completely whipped. Simp was an understatement.

"I also finished editing your essay and made notes on what I changed gave feedback so you can refer to it in the future," you said,"if you don't understand it, I can explain it tomorrow but I have to go now so bye." You saved and took your leave.

"Oh, oh ok, bye," Kaveh said, waving back with one hand while the other rubbed his sleepy eye.

Two weeks had gone by, the two of you either meeting everyday after school or the day after if it one couldn't make it. A week after your final meeting, all assignments and exams had been completed and handed in. Everyone let out a sigh of relief as the final week before summer holidays arrived. The final week was mostly preparation for next semester's topics, cleaning up and receiving marks back.

It'd been a week since Kaveh last spoke or argued with you. With the two of you sharing every class except one elective, it was easy to spot the two of you arguing with each other. Whether it was malicious or playful, no one really knew. The two of you didn't even know but an unsettling peace had made itself home in your classes. One that unsettled everyone because it must've meant something really bad happend, right?

You saw Kaveh receive his score on his essay, the look on his face showed he was estatic. In an instant he looked at you with a big heart-warming smile that made you smile even on your worst days but then he shut his mouth as if he remembered something and reluctantly turned away. It made your heart ache and all you wanted to do was scream at him that he didn't have to ignore you, despite the promise he made.

Kaveh: I got a full score!

Tighnari: Congrats!

Cyno: Nice, did you tell (name)?

Kaveh: Oh um...

Alhaithem: Did you forget Kaveh said he'd leave (name) alone if they helped them?

Alhaithem: Good job on your essay Kaveh.

Kaveh: Thanks

Cyno: Sorry, it slipped my mind.

Kaveh: Its fine.

Alhaithem: Well if that's all, stop texting in class, there's still ten minutes left.

Kaveh: Art teacher doesn't care and you're texting in class too!

(Read by Alhaithem, cyno and tighnari)

Kaveh: Don't leave me on read! Urgh!

Throughout the day, you caught Kaveh glance at you from across the class multiple times. Each time, his eyes would widened slightly and he'd whip his head back so fast you thought it might fall off one day. What you didn't notice was the small pout on his lips as he continued taking notes and the bright red that dusted his cheeks and ears.

Everytime you approached, he'd walk away. If you walked in the same room as him and he couldn't escape, he'd talk to someone, making small talk.

"What if he's seeing someone else and moved on already!" Nilou shouted from you left.

"Thats not helping nilou and I doubt that loverboy would move on so quickly," Dehya said from your right while you shrunk.

"Sorry," Nilou said.

"Its fine," you said, pressing the button underneath the traffic light. "This is where I part," you said with a smile,"Ill see you two tomorrow."

"Oh ok bye (name)!" Nilou said.

"See ya," Dehya called out, already walking the other direction.

"Hey wait Dehya! Wait for me!" Nilou shouted, chasing after her.

You looked to the ground and wondered for a moment. Kaveh had been ignoring you purposely and you even tried leaving a note one time on his desk saying you wanted to talk. Perhaps he really didn't like you and just said he'd leave you alone because he thought itd been a win-win for the both of you. Killing two birds with one stone. Getting a high score and also never having to talk to you ever again. Before you knew it, small tears escaped your eyes and you sniffed while furiously wiping the tears away. "No, no that can't be true. I-" words got caught in your throat. Words that wouldn't have been spoken to anyone in particular. The traffic lights beeping went off signalling for you to cross. You looked up staring at the green man start to flash red as you finished crossing.

"Whatever! Its fine!" a voice yelled. "Its not like I love them anyways!" a very familiar voice yelled.

You turned the corner, to see a blonde man standing next to his silver haired friend. Never would you have expected to fall in love University or that kaveh's words would hurt you so much but as you stood there and watched Kaveh's and alhaithem's retreating figure, as you watched Kaveh list all the things he hated about you, small cracks turned into big cracks as your heart started to fall apart and you couldn't be bothered to pick the pieces up.

Part 2 || Dont read part 2 if you don't want comfort and just want an angsty ending. || Requests: open

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choco-pudding · 9 months

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 160-169 (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Last part of Report 6 and the beginning of the bonus content.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below.

p. 160 Noize's Evaluation: The Curtain Falls on the Rhythm Rogues' Attack

Whereabouts of the Blown-Away Purge Thanks to the Astrobeat Jr., I was able to watch, firsthand, as the dance energy of 86,429 individuals combined into something truly spectacular. But I wonder… what happened to Purge? I don't recall Ms. Pine arresting him… were you content with him being blasted away? I dunno. Looking at the lyrics, "All the whole wide galaxy dances for me; yes, I'll make each one of you very happy," maybe he really thought he was the good guy here. Near the end, I think he said something like, "I won't forget this!" Or maybe it was, "See you next week!" Honestly, I’m a lil' worried. Even Mr. Blank was able to covertly return, so…

Ms. Ulala Marching On Anyway, the last was really cool, wasn’t it. Just wow… The Super Ulala Dimension dance and melody was so powerful I could see and hear it from the outside, too. It felt like something straight out of “Ten Billion Days and One Hundred Billion Nights.” It was like a holy cosmic showdown! It really was… I wonder if the “power of love” did all that. To cap it all off, everyone joined in to do the Space Channel 5 pose. I was so relieved everything was finally over. After that, as you know, we marched away like it was a regal procession. I couldn’t just leave after Ms. Ulala cheered, “Let’s march to the ends of the galaxy!" so I ended marching about 24 more space kilometers.

That’s where the report itself ended. Ms. Ulala, though, she was still so full of energy, even after marching, that she went off to dance somewhere else (laughs). The day after that, my team had the day off. Not that we had much to do in the first place. By then, the incident became a huge story picked up by all the regular news shows, rather than special report teams. Despite the whole fiasco, the government didn't really give us anymore commendations, and everything soon went back to normal. Ms. Ulala is still being routinely scolded by Mr. Fuse. I don't think that will ever change.

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When Mr. Fuse Returned Sometime after I landed the Astrobeat Jr. to watch Ulala and the other’s grand march, Mr. Fuse came down to join me. While we were watching, I said to him "Nice job, Mr. Fuse. I can't believe you're alright." I really thought he met a gruesome fate after the Astrobeat was blasted down. Apparently, he was able to escape unscathed due a number of factors (you can hear the details right outta Mr. Fuse's mouth on the soundtrack CD released on April 24, 2002). I guess it was a traumatic experience regardless, since he went to his usual drinking spot as soon the show was over.

What Did I Do Next? Right now, I'm being interviewed by the Space Police… I don't really mind, they're being nice. But after the incident, I had my hands full! I was involved in the major project to recover all the antennas that had been modified by Purge; it happens when you’re a Technical Development chief with deep connections in the industry. At least the huge dance floor Purge constructed made it easy for all of us to work simultaneously. After about three days, we finally finished and I returned to modifying microphones for Ulala to use while incognito. I made some that look like an ice cream cone, an ear of corn, and a couple of other things.

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p. 162 Fuse's Broadcast Notes

Report 6 & Repeat 6 Last but not least, here are the final instructions prepared by director Fuse for the live broadcast of "Ulala's Swingin' Report Show," presented in an easy-to-read fashion. Its contents show useful tips for succeeding on the secret input locations. Modifications made for the rerun broadcasts for "Ulala's Swingin' Report Show" (Reruns have unique features from the first airing) are also included. Note, the timing and locations of the secret inputs are exactly the same between the main (Lap 1) and rerun broadcasts (Lap 2).

The Hidden Inputs

[1~2] Return of Mexican Flyer It’s finally back, the last "Jan, Jan, Jaaaan!," featuring the fan-favorite second and third beat of "Mexican Flyer." After Report 2,"Mexican Flyer" took a long hiatus, but these "Jan, Jan" timings haven’t changed one bit! Let's go, all together now! "Jan, Jan, Jaaaan!"

Jan! Jan! Jaaan!

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[3] Ulalaaa! U! La! La! Purge the Great had overwhelming power in the confined space of Dance Dimension X. Ulala skillfully dodged the volley of beams, but even she couldn’t outmaneuver an all-out attack, and fell unconscious. However, Ulala came to her senses once she heard the rhythm of her friends calling to her in her mind. But, there was only three seconds left before the Ballistic Groove Gun fired! That would've be the end of the report! What was your quote, Ulala? That's right, it was "when have I ever lost at dancing! Get the secret input "pikoon" right after "lost!"

When have I ever lost [beat] at dancing!

[When Ulala's face pops up, that's the signal that she's ready to shout. The ratings are almost at 200%, rise up and give it your all!]

Flub the Final Finale and Face the Staff Roll Be careful not to miss the final "Chu! Chu! Chu!" mixed in with all the hype. A few mistake here and there before then is fine—reasonable, even—but the ending of the game changes if you flub here. This ending is a not-so-special shortened staff roll against a pitch-black screen, devoid of President Peace’s song. Needless to say, there's no group "March to the End of the Galaxy" either. And on top of all that, Purge won't perform his last hurrah (an input that can increase your ratings by one percent) at the end of the credits! So, if you screw up right at the end, you'll have to redo the entire report again, no matter what! Try again!

[Here’s the rundown on the failure ending; Mexican Flyer plays and the credits roll by super fast. The ratings? 149% at the most.]

[Now, the successful ending. We get to march to the ends of the galaxy and you get to hear the full lyrics of President Peace's soulful song. You get the complete credits roll, too.]

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p. 164 Reference Material Direct Hit Interview with Pres. Peace, Post-incident

~Tachibana, interviewing Space President Peace~ Hey, Texas here. The following is an interview conducted by Tachibana of Channel 01. But really, I’m sneakin' this in 'cause Piney, who was with me during this, was being so adorable and hilarious while we moved through the crowd. After the battle with Purge was over, the press started surrounding President Peace, so the president had to walk with Pine leading the way.

Pine: Attention, all members of the press, Space President Peace is very tired at the moment. Reporters, please get out of the way immediately. Reporter 66: Mr. President, a word please… Pine: Please, move out of the way! Reporter 59: Mr. President, do you have any comments… Pine: Get out of the way! (The press still are pouring in) Pine: I said outta the way! Tachibana: Excuse me, Mr. President, may I have a word? Pine, who's heart skips a beat: Oh my gosh! It's Tachi, (Pine's nickname for him), my ideal man, so full of reason and intelligence aaaah!) Pine: Alright (ba-dump), Tachibana from Channel 01, you may approach. Tachibana: Mr. Peace, I hope you're in good health. Peace: Thank you, I'm as healthy as I can be. Tachibana: Could you comment on the recent disturbance? Peace: I believe I can disclose this now, since the case has been successfully and safely resolved… That being said, please, don't hate Purge too much. I don't think his goal to make the galaxy happy was overtly malicious. I think it was just… over the top? He meant well, but went about it the wrong way. Tachibana: I see, thank you very much. Reporter 21: Mr. President, may we have a comment? Pine: Shut up! Tachi is still talking! Reporter 21: Oh, my apologizes… wait, "Tachi"…? Pine: … (I'm done for, I wanna run away). Tachibana: I can ask the question for you, if that's alright? Pine: Ah, alright. (Angrily turns to Reporter 21) Since Mr. Tachibana also asked, I'll allow you to do so, too. But please, limit it to just one question. Reporter 21: Right. Mr. President, what do you make of Ulala? Peace: When I saw the live report of the "Morolian Incident" I was honestly so moved. The fact there are still youngsters who can deeply inspire others, it reminded me that how much good is still in the universe. Disregarding my presidential status, I cannot help by appreciate the fact she saved so many people, including myself, who were under the influence of dance beam. However, I'm not judging her solely as a reporter, but her nature as a person. That is all. Reporter 21: Thank you very much. Pine: Mr. Tachibana, would you like to ask one more question? Tachibana: Yes. Mr. President, what are your thoughts on the current security? Pine: (ba-dump) Peace: Even though I was abducted, I was saved and guided to safety by Miss Pine here, so I think she gets a passing grade. Aha ha ha ha ha! Now then, if you'll excuse me. (Pine shakes Tachibana's hand and slips him a piece of paper) Tachibana: … A phone number??? Pine: (Tachi…)

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[[Translator’s note: I believe it’s implied that Pine’s internal dialogue is all Texas’s interpretation of her sister’s thoughts. Basically, she’s teasing her.]]

p. 165 Bonus

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p. 166 Miss Ulala’s Changing Room

Costumes Cleaning isn’t in Miss Ulala’s repertoire, so the burden of tidying up the Changing Room always falls on us. She'll swear she’ll pitch-in but she never follows through. It’s kinda irritating. Most outfits are returned as soon as the report ends, but some aren’t collected until a few hours after. So, it’s not unusual for some to go missing during that gap. I wonder when we'll have them all again.

01: Channel 5 Retro Gear [Unlock Requirements] Unlocked from the start.

Newly-supplied company reporting fatigues. Made from ultra elastic material for easy movements.

02: Flower Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 2.

Aromatic Multi-Functional Suit. Regulates body temperature and humidity for extra pleasant reporting at all time.

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03: Gogo Gear (w/o helmet) [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 3.

Designed to protect the human body from space dust at high speeds.

04: Gogo Gear (w/ helmet) [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 4.

Must have for any space-roaming citizen. The helmet can usually be stored in the back.

05: Spy Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 5.

Designed for infiltration. A special wire attached to the back allows the wearer to move like a spider.

06: Old Retro Gear [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6.

The company-issued suit Ulala used during the Morolian Invasion. It was in her closet.

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07: Old Retro Gear (Dirty) [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6 (Extra Mode).

Designed to protect the human body from space dust at high speeds.

08: Super Ulala Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6.

A super costume that is an amalgamation of dance energy. Rumored to be just underwear.

09: School Uniform [Unlock Requirements] Clear 24 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode.

A modified version of a uniform from School M. Altered by Ulala herself.

10: China Dress [Unlock Requirements] Clear 100 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode.

Used for the undercover investigation of the Shanghai Restaurant.

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11: Woolen Wear [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 1 with the Ratings at 100%

This was a suit that Ulala used to wear for her part-time job a while back.

12: Stealth Suit [Unlock Requirements] Have save data for Rez (PS2). Have save data for Rez (DC).

A super futuristic suit that apparently looks like a wire frame.

13: Pudding Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 2 with the Ratings at 100%

A costume of Pudding. You can also use it to imitate Padding, who is imitating Pudding.

14: Pine Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 3 with the Ratings at 100%

A costume of Pine, the Eastern Galaxy Space Police Chief. It can also be used to dress up as Texas, of the Western Galaxy Space Police.

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#space channel 5 #space channel 5 part 2 #Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book #noize #ulala #fuse #purge #texas #pine

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YAY!!! my second hawkahy fic!!!

i was stress-writing this in between worrying about my classes, and now that i passed that chem exam, i finally feel relaxed enough to put the finishing touches on and post it!

this one goes out to all my awesome friends here on campus who've been enabling (and, in some cases, contracting) my brainrot, especially the one who calls themself President Priestfucker and the one who wrote reviews for my previous fic on a banana :p

and of course HUGE THANKS to everyone who left such amazing comments on the last one!!! i was FLOORED by the feedback; i still can't believe any of it. hope this one satisfies too!!

#i wanna spread the neeews... that if it feels this good gettin uuuused... WHOAH YOU JUST KEEP ON USIN MEEEEE #🥁.......UNTIL YOU USE ME UP 🎸🎸🎸#writing #fic #mash #m*a*s*h #hawkahy #hawkeye pierce #father mulcahy

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 03

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 5002

Rating: 18+

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"Aaaaand done!" you announced as you finished the final edits on your PowerPoint. Jimin and Taehyung cheered and fell on you in a pile of hugs as you laughed and tried to swat them off. A few weeks had been enough to desensitize yourself to their very physical brand of affection, and you had realized that was just how they were.

"You're the best," Jimin giggled, dodging your hands and squishing his cheek against yours as he skimmed your work.

"I can't believe you redid all of Crystal's work," snorted Taehyung, his chin resting on your free shoulder as you showed the two of them your final presentation. You imagined that from far away, the three of you looked like some strange three-headed chimera.

"I wasn't going to turn in garbage," you replied as you rolled your eyes and scanned for typos. "The stuff she added to the final paper was so bad."

"Are you sure it's not because you don't want to disappoint Dr. Kim?" teased Jimin, his grin growing even wider at the way you spluttered and shoved him off of you. Was your crush really that obvious?

You had always thought he was gorgeous - you had eyes - but it had only gotten worse after that meeting with him, where he had looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You could still feel the ghost of his warmth around your hands, picture his gaze as he wiped the tears from your face. Every time you saw him, it was like something warm blossomed in your chest, attracting the butterflies that always seemed to flutter in your stomach when he smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said with as much dignity as you could muster, feeling your face heat up in the face of identical cheshire grins. "I just take pride in my work, that's all."

"Suuuure," replied Taehyung with an obnoxiously handsome waggle of his eyebrows. "Because he's not the most attractive person on campus - "

"Besides the three of us, of course," Jimin finished, making you sigh and rest your forehead on the table. These boys were too much sometimes.

"Are those girls still giving you trouble, by the way?"

You looked up in surprise to see Taehyung gazing at you with an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, your poker face much more convincing than it had been with Dr. Kim.

"Like that blanket statement he made about bullying last lecture wasn't because of you," replied Jimin, crossing his arms and also looking at you in concern.

"Oh," you said lamely, slumping in your seat. "Um, no, they haven't exactly been nice but now they just ignore me, which is a huge improvement."

"Good, I'm glad it helped," said Taehyung with a nod, and the way he and Jimin made eye contact sent a spark of suspicion through your brain.

"Glad what helped?" you asked with narrowed eyes. Something told you they weren't referring to Dr. Kim's stern lecture on zero tolerance for bullies.

"Oh, we just told them we're gay and together," Taehyung said with a casual shrug, as if commenting on the weather. You felt your eyebrows shoot into the stratosphere.

"Er… are you?" you asked, realizing that… you actually could believe it. Suddenly you felt silly for even thinking they had been flirting with you at the beginning. Until Jimin gave you a sly grin.

"Not… completely."

"Oh, cool," you said as casually as you could, like if you understood exactly what he meant. You didn't. But whatever he meant, they had already proven more than once that they were good guys and better friends, and that was all that really mattered to you.

"Anyway, you know what our project being done means?" asked Taehyung, grinning at you and looking so pleased you immediately felt on your guard.

"What…" you began slowly, feeling like you were falling into some sort of trap.

"It means it's time to celebrate!" answered Jimin, putting a hand on the top of your laptop to close it. To his credit, he paused and looked at you for approval before snapping it shut, and the sound echoed throughout the library as you sighed.

"I don't know…" you said awkwardly, only to be met with Jimin's devastating pout. "It's not even the weekend."

You turned to the side, but instead of reprieve, all that greeted you were Taehyung's wide, beseeching puppy dog eyes. "Oh my god, fine."

The way they jumped up and cheered was almost cute enough to make up for the way the people around you glared at the noise. Luckily - or unluckily - they grabbed your bag and swept you out of the library excitedly, and you let yourself be carried by the unstoppable current of their enthusiasm.

The two boys frogmarched you to your dorm, depositing in front of your door with strict instructions to be ready by 9pm, then left you to the overly excited ministrations of your roommate.

"FINALLY!" she screeched, yanking you into the room. "What are you gonna wear?"

"Uh… isn't this fine?" you asked, looking down at your jeans and t-shirt. Sierra closed her eyes as if your words had caused her physical pain.

"Not if we're going out with them," she said with heavy emphasis. "Let's slut it up a bit."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but feel a spark of agreement at the thought of putting in a little more effort into your appearance than usual. It certainly couldn't hurt, right? Phoebe had always put a lot of effort into her appearance, and it definitely worked for her.

"I'm still wearing pants," you insisted, not really wanting to worry about flashing anyone if you were going to be drinking. Sierra shrugged in agreement.

"I can work with that," she said, with a glint in her eye that made you gulp. Exactly what had you gotten yourself into?

It turned out it was actually a question of what she could get you into.

"Yeah, no," you said flatly, holding up the top Sierra had thrown into your face. "Isn't this just a bra?"

"It's a bralette," she corrected with a condescending flip of her hair. "And it's practically a long line, so it's not like it's any different from a crop top."

Right. Because you wore those all the time.

Still, you supposed Sierra had a point… it wasn't like what you were holding was even close to some of the things you'd seen girls wear to go out. You were supposed to be exploring new things and reinventing yourself, not hiding and sticking to the safety of your books and your dorm room. Right, this was the start of new, sexy, confident [y/n]!

Your newfound confidence carried you through changing into your tightest jeans, wiggling into Sierra's top, and putting on your make-up. As soon as you heard a knock on the door, however, it vanished into some unknown corner of your psyche. But it was too late now, and before you could even protest, Sierra was swinging the door open.

"The party's here!" Jimin announced grandly as he and Taehyung barrelled inside, pulling a fifth of Green Apple Smirnoff out of his backpack. They, of course, looked incredible.

Jimin's soft, bouncy hair was styled out of his face, and your eyes were drawn to the way his black skinny jeans hugged his thighs and calves. He was wearing just a simple white tee, but it looked so good on him that he needed no further adornment.

Taehyung looked just as gorgeous, his fluffy hair falling in his eyes in a way that invited unwary observers to brush it off of his forehead. He was almost matching his friend, in a white-and-black short-sleeved button up tucked into distressed black jeans, the top few buttons open to expose smooth olive skin.

You wanted to sink into the ground, humiliated to be wearing such a try-hard outfit next to such effortless beauty.

To your surprise, they looked just as dumbstruck by you as you felt, then Jimin gave you a dazzling grin.

"You ladies look fabulous," he said cheerfully, and Taehyung made a noise of agreement, his own eyes fixed to your sheepish face. You felt your face heat up, and part of your brain wondered what Dr. Kim would think of what you were wearing before you realized you definitely didn't need him to know you were partying on a weeknight.

"You guys too," you mumbled quietly, grabbing some plastic cups from the top of Sierra's desk as she ushered the boys inside, giving you a smug look as if vindicated in the way she had dressed you. You allotted one to each person before settling on your bed, and Taehyung sat next to you while Jimin took the free spot on Sierra's.

"You look really pretty," Taehyung murmured in your ear, his thigh pressed against yours. Your stomach fluttered as you looked into his dark eyes, and you were grateful for the distraction when Jimin opened the bottle to fill your cups.

"So where are we headed tonight?" you asked, trying not to focus too hard on the way Taehyung settled his arm around your bare waist. He was being a little touchier than normal, and it was decidedly distracting.

"Sigma Chi's having a party," Sierra suggested, earning a pleased giggle from Jimin.

"Just don't take any drinks from anyone," warned Taehyung seriously, his thumb drawing ticklish circles on your skin. "I've heard people call them the 'roofie frat.'"

"Ew, really?" you asked in disgust, taking a tentative sip out of your own cup. The flavor itself wasn't as bad - sweet and fruity enough to be palatable - but it was still strong enough to burn your throat. Seeing your expression, Jimin smiled and pulled a bottle of Sprite from his backpack.

"Chaser?" he asked, holding it out to you. You gave him a grateful smile in return, accepting the bottle and taking a gulp that settled your stomach almost immediately.

"Thanks," you said in relief, already feeling the tiniest bit woozy. You really didn't drink often - the last time had been with Phoebe in the confines of her house - but you didn't want to be boring.

Taehyung took your cup and poured some soda into it, then handed it back to you. You took a sip and smiled in delight, missing the way his eyes lingered on your lips.

"That's really good," you said happily, earning a pleased grin in response.

"Glad to be of service," he replied, setting his arm back around you and tugging you a little closer into his body. You tried not to feel too giddy, fully aware that Taehyung was just a flirty guy, and let yourself relax against him. He smelled incredibly nice, and you found yourself playing with his fluffy hair idly as the four of you chatted and drank.

By the time Jimin and Sierra stood up and announced it was time to leave, you were feeling decidedly warm, wobbly, and excited for a night out with your friends. What had you been so nervous about, again?

"You guys are the best," you giggled, accepting Taehyung's hand as he helped you up. Somehow your left foot caught on your right and you tripped into him, and he chuckled, a warm arm encircling your waist as you flushed and tried to regain your balance.

"We did it guys," laughed Sierra, a little unsteady on her own feet and leaning on Jimin for support. "We got her drunk."

"Shut up," you pouted at your roommate, though you let Taehyung continue to support you. Just for balance, not because it felt good to be snuggled into his side or anything.

The night air was refreshing against your skin as the four of you left the dorm, and you let out a pleased sigh, closing your eyes and spreading your arms to feel the breeze better. When you opened them, Taehyung was grinning at you.

"What?" you asked self-consciously, wondering if you looked like an idiot.

"It's fun to see you like this," he replied, reaching to grab your hand and twine his fingers through yours. "You're cute."

He laughed at the way you spluttered at his words, and tugged you along after Sierra and Jimin, who were also giggling about something ahead of you.

Your mind flashed back to Dr. Kim's office, when he had squeezed your hands oh-so-gently in his own, cradling them as he gazed at you with dark, affectionate eyes. You tried to shake him out of your head - there was no way he would ever look at you with anything like attraction in his gaze. Even if he wasn't your professor, he was older and so far out of your league it was laughable that you even had a crush on him.

You forced yourself to focus on the warmth of Taehyung's skin against yours, and the giggles floating through the night air. It was silly of you to think of things you couldn't have when you could be having fun with your friends.

There was a line to get into the frat house, but before you could shuffle to the back Sierra was dragging you to the door, where a bored-looking pledge was holding court.

"Sierra, we have two guys with us, we can't just - " you protested as the boys trailed behind you. She rolled her eyes. "Just look at them, babe. You know that if they're there, more girls will come."

"... Good point."

The four of you got in with little effort, the pledge's eyes fixed to your chest as he motioned you inside, and you resisted the urge to cover yourself.

You quickly forgot the unwelcome ogling as heat and sound assaulted you. You tried not to stare at the raucous scene before you, loud music and voices and bodies crushed together in a slightly nauseating mass.

"Let's go dance!" announced Jimin, his face shining with sweet mischief. He grabbed everyone's hand - somehow, despite only having two of his own - and dragged the three of you further into flashing lights.

Despite your initial reserve, it was actually quite easy to relax and settle into the crowd as the thrum of the bass melted into the alcohol simmering in your veins. Sierra let out a "woo!" that was drowned out by the music, and you giggled at her enthusiasm as you swayed your own hips to the beat.

Jimin and Taehyung were unsurprisingly good dancers, and if you hadn't been drunk it would have made you self-conscious about your own movements. They didn't try to grind on you or Sierra or anything - thank god, because if they had you might have died on the spot.

Jimin had brought along the rest of the Smirnoff, and the more you drank, the giddier you felt. In fact, you were having so much fun that you wondered why the party you had gone to with Phoebe had been so fucking awful.

Sierra decided to twerk on you, making you spill some vodka on yourself as you cracked up at her antics, oblivious to the way the boys' eyes were drawn to the alcohol trickling down your chest.

"Ugh, you party animal," you scolded with a grin, handing the bottle to Jimin. "I'm gonna go find the bathroom." You wanted to clean up. And all the drinking was also making its effect known to your bladder.

"Want me to come?" asked Taehyung, moving in a little closer to sling his arm around your shoulder.

"No, you guys should stay here and have fun," you urged, wriggling out of his grip with a smile. You didn't want him to miss out on the party just to chaperone you around. He pouted but obeyed, and you left in your errant night's quest.

The frat house was packed, red solo cups abound, and if you had been totally sober you might have felt overwhelmed and out of place. As it was, you barely noticed when anyone jostled you, your drunken mind focused on your mission.

Somehow, along your merry way you ran across a kitchen with a keg, acquired a cup full of foamy, semi-warm beer that you watched being poured like a hawk before accepting, and gotten propositioned no less than three times. It was a strange sensation, and you assumed the people asking were so drunk that anyone who walked by would do.

A tiny part of you wondered - hoped, really - that it was because they did actually find you attractive. You didn't think you were a hag or anything - prior experience just made you a little cautious. Though the more you drank, the more that cautiousness receded to the back of your brain.

By the time you finally found the line for the bathroom and did your business while trying to ignore the questionable stains around the toilet, your head was spinning. When you stumbled back into the hallway, it was into a familiar smelling chest, and you looked up to see twinkling brown eyes.

"You were taking forever, so I came to find you," said Taehyung with his endearing wide grin as he slung his arm over your shoulder. You smiled back, woozily admiring his ruffled hair and the stars in his eyes.

"I got a little lost," you said with a giggle, leaning into him to help stabilize your unsteady legs. "I haven't been to a frat house before. It's a lot."

Taehyung nodded in commiseration as he pulled you a little closer, and his eyes softened.

"Are you having fun, though?" he asked, hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin. You smiled and nodded, snuggling impossibly closer. His eyes flickered to your lips and your breath hitched when you realized how close his face was to yours.

Then someone rushed past the two of you and slammed the bathroom door. The sound of retching followed, breaking whatever spell had possessed Taehyung to look at you like that. He made a face and pulled away, though he laced his fingers in yours.

"Where are Jimin and Sierra?" you asked curiously, trying not to look at Taehyung's plump lips. Had you been about to have your first kiss? Or was it just wishful thinking?

"Probably sucking face somewhere," he replied offhandedly, making you snort in surprise. He gave you a mischievous grin and produced the nearly empty fifth. "They left me with this though. Shall we?"

You eyed the clear, innocuous liquid with a woozy head and slightly unsettled stomach, but you figured it was residual butterflies from earlier. And there was no way you could deny Taehyung when he looked at you so hopefully.

You replied by plucking the bottle from his grip, and giving him a grin that was much more confident than you felt.

"Of course."

~~~~~

"[Y/n], a moment before your next class?"

Dr. Kim called your name while you scrambled to pack up your things, and you winced in trepidation. You had purposely sat further from the front than usual in the hopes that he wouldn't notice your bleary eyes or the way you had nodded off during the lecture, but apparently that had been a futile effort.

"Um, hi Professor, what's up?" you asked bashfully when you met him at the front of the hall, too embarrassed to look him in his beautiful eyes.

"You didn't seem yourself today," he observed, and you felt your insides curdle in shame at the concern in his voice. "Are you getting sick? I know you're a hard worker, but I hope you're eating properly and getting enough sleep."

His consideration made those butterflies flutter in your stomach, which was unfortunate because you were also still incredibly nauseous. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths to try to settle your stomach. Unfortunately your pained expression still tipped him off.

"[Y/n]?"

You felt a large hand on your lower back, which did nothing but amplify your inner turmoil, and you were gently steered into one of the seats. When you opened your eyes again, Dr. Kim was kneeling in front of you, worry emanating from his broad frame.

"Do you need to see a doctor?"

Shame washed over you as you met his earnest gaze. It was bad enough that you had gotten wasted enough to spend part of the night puking while Sierra held your hair for you, forcing everyone's night to end early. Now here was your amazing, brilliant, gorgeous, kind professor worrying that you were sick, when really you were just incredibly hungover from the first college party you had ever been to.

"I'm fine," you managed to stutter, feeling unbearably guilty that he was wasting his time. Something in his gaze compelled you to elaborate, because you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him even if you lost his respect. And you were so comfortable in his presence, you felt like you could tell him things you wouldn't dream of bringing up to another authority figure.

"It's just… um, this is really embarrassing," you mumbled, worrying at your lower lip with your teeth as you stared into Dr. Kim's hypnotic eyes. Being the center of his undivided attention for such a stupid reason made your chest ache.

"It's okay, you can talk to me," he told you with a soft smile, hand hovering forward as if to touch your arm before he pulled it back. You tried to ignore the disappointment that washed over you, remembering just how big and warm his hand had been when he guided you to your chair.

"Well, my group and I finished most of our project yesterday," you began, looking down at your lap where your fingers were playing with the hem of your sweater.

"Of course you did," Dr. Kim said with a chuckle. The approval in his tone made you flush harder, and you swallowed before continuing.

"And… I don't really go out but they convinced me to celebrate," you continued, biting your lip as you peeked up to gauge your professor's expression. His eyebrows had raised slightly, but he didn't look angry or upset.

"I don't have a lot of experience with drinking, so I went a little overboard," you finished in a rush, face positively burning at this point as you twisted and stretched the fabric of your sweater in indiscernible shapes. "That's why I'm not feeling well today."

"I see."

You couldn't decipher the tone of Dr. Kim's voice, and you were too embarrassed to look him in the eye anymore.

"I'm sorry for worrying you," you murmured softly, voice quivering a little as you realized heat was building behind your eyes. Seriously?? Your traitor body wanted to cry now of all times? Because apparently you hadn't embarrassed yourself enough?

"[Y/n]."

Dr. Kim's gentle hands pried your own off of your mutilated sweater, setting them in your lap before he pulled away. His voice was so, so soft, and the unexpected touch made you look at him again.

"You're in college, things like this happen," he assured you soothingly, an understanding smile gracing his plump lips. "But I hope you were safe? You drank a lot of water, didn't accept any open drinks, that sort of thing?"

How was he so thoughtful? You showed up to his lecture hungover and barely able to function, fell asleep over your notes, worried him to the point he felt the need to check in on you, and still here he was trying to make sure you were safe.

"Y-yeah, Taehyung warned me about that," you stammered, too enamored by his concern to notice the way his jaw clenched.

"That's one of your group members, right?"

There was something a little too casual about his tone, but the relief that he wasn't angry or disappointed with you overshadowed any other feeling.

"Yeah, but him and Jimin were great at looking out for me. It was my fault for being irresponsible," you insisted, not wanting to give your professor a bad impression of them even if it made you look stupider. "They got me home and my roommate took care of me."

Despite your explanation, his face had tightened somewhat, and you fought the urge to twist your already stretched out sweater in your hands once again.

"I hope you'll be more careful in the future," he scolded softly, and you hung your head, feeling small and stupid and oh-so-immature. "Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."

Your own heart stopped at those words, and you silently scolded yourself. He obviously didn't mean it like that. Especially since you had probably now ingrained yourself in his head as an irresponsible party kid.

"You're right," you agreed, and some of the tension left his face. "If I go out with them again I'll definitely be more conscious about how much I drink and what I'm doing."

Dr. Kim's jaw clenched once more when you said you might go out with the boys, but you assumed it was out of worry, and it warmed your heart. You glanced at the clock behind him, and your eyes widened in shock. Apparently over twenty minutes had passed while you lost yourself in the enthralling spell he had woven around you.

"Oh no, I need to get to my next class," you fretted, jumping to your feet, then swaying as the blood rushed away from your head and your nausea came crashing back. Gentle hands held your shoulders to steady you, and a woody, citrusy scent filled your nose. You instinctively leaned in for more, only coming to your senses when his touch vanished and he stepped away from you.

"Uh, s-sorry," you stuttered, feeling like a total moron as you scurried over to gather your backpack so you could avoid looking at your probably creeped out professor. God, this whole day was a disaster already.

"Get some Gatorade on your way," he called as you made your way to the exit, settling some of your nerves. You turned back to smile at him.

"I'm more of a Powerade kind of girl."

~~~~~

Seokjin stood rooted to the spot, staring at the door you had just left from and at a complete loss for what to do about the tempest swirling inside of him.

You had shown up to the lecture looking completely exhausted, and when you passed your usual row in the front to take a seat in the back with a pair of handsome boys, an ugly sensation twisted around his gut. It only grew thorns when the boys teased and poked you, earning an adorable pout that shouldn't have been bestowed on anyone else.

The way those boys had looked at you - they had to be Jimin and Taehyung, he realized - had sent something white hot through his veins. It wasn't hard to assume they might be the cause of your exhaustion, and imagining the reasons why had turned his normally cheerful demeanor stony. You had been too out of it to notice, and at one point he had even seen you nod off.

When he kept you after the lecture, it truly had been to make sure everything was okay. You were normally so active and energetic, and your uncharacteristic lethargy had made him wonder if you were getting sick. A silly part of his brain had already begun thinking of soup recipes, as if it wouldn't have been strange for him to care for you in such a manner.

It was a surprise to find that you had been hungover of all things, especially since you were typically such a responsible student. He hadn't been able to keep himself from tensing in irritation when you confessed that you had been with the two boys, though the vines constricting his chest eased when you confirmed you had ended up back in the dorms alone.

Then there was the way you had been so adorably abashed to admit your activities to him, eyes wide, anxious, and mesmerizing. You seemed so worried about his opinion, and every time you looked down he had to resist the urge to cup your chin to force you to meet his gaze.

You also had a habit of chewing your lip when you were worried or deep in thought, and it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the way your teeth left the skin red and puffy. The way he was beginning to feel about you was incredibly inappropriate, and he had no idea how he was supposed to put a stop to it.

His actions were beginning to toe a dangerous line, but he couldn't help wanting to take care of you. The image of you, pretty and drunk and an easy target for two handsome boys made his hands tighten into fists. Anything could have happened, and there wouldn't have been anything he could do to protect his favorite student. And it could still happen, especially since you had essentially confirmed you would go out again.

He had no right to dictate what you did or who you hung out with - he was just your professor, and you were just a student he had grown a little too fond of. All he could do was feed you advice and hope it stuck even a fraction of the way your roots had sunk into his own thoughts.

The flush on your face at his gentle rebuke had sent a twinge of guilt through him - was he using your crush to influence you? - before he shook it away. Being alone and drunk with relative strangers was a dangerous situation for anyone, and if it kept you from getting too close to those boys, well, it was for your own safety.

You were a good girl. He knew you would take his words to heart.

~~~~~

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