#popular mathematics books

[tonkatsubowl]

hsr penacony men reacting to the reader being a yandere

▼ trigger warning. for alot of things.

aventurine would most definitely keep an eye on you. he previously stated that he lost everything in life and that he had nothing else to lose anymore, but now... with your love for him, he knew that he would never try to lose you. however, your behavior got worse as the two of you got into a relationship. you became obsessive, possessive and toxic at times. you threatened others when they got too close to him, and there were times where he literally had to hold you back. aventurine liked this side a bit, but when it got triggered, he had to do everything he can to prevent you from murdering everyone in sight. he'd soothe you with words to calm you down, and there would be times where he had to physically keep you down. kisses and hugs would do the trick, but sometimes it'd take more than that.

"again?" aventurine murmured as he approached the dark alleyway of the outskirts of penacony.

the stench of blood filled his nostrils as he approached you obliterating an innocent person, your eyes wide and an insane smile adoring your veil.

"(y/n)..." he placed a hand atop of your shoulder, seizing you of your actions. you look over, your blood-covered face softening when you see your lover.

"she's dead. there's no need to make a mess now." he soothes you, stroking your hair as he began to clean you up with a handkerchief.

"she was certainly being a mess earlier," you cooed, "i had to get rid of her. she was talking about wanting to sleep with you, and—"

he hushed you by pressing his lips against yours, before pulling away. he couldn't help his popularity in penacony, but his reputation was extremely dangerous. because of you.

"it's alright, dear. remind yourself that nobody other than you will be able to have me."

"... hehehe. i just love you so much, kakavasha."

dropping the murder weapon, you embraced him, tainting his expensive clothing with the victim's blood.

"... i love you too." his gaze softens, looking at the gruesome sight before him. now he has to clean this up...

dr ratio knew that this side of you was hidden, somewhere, waiting to be summoned. he knew the moment he met you for the first time, there was something about you that wasn't... right. and now time has flown by, and the both of you were engaged in a relationship. however, he didn't calculate that this side of you would be so dark.

luckily for you, dr ratio was an introvert and only spent his time reading books and whatnot. he spends his days indoors, doing whatever a mathematical, physiological and scientific genius would do, so you didn't have to worry about him going off.

however, just one moment he walks into a public library and all hell breaks loose. a woman admiring him from afar would be declared missing, and you would obviously be the reason why.

he sighed, seeing that the woman's body was laid to rest, and you were approaching him with the murder weapon in hand.

"veritas!" you exclaimed, bouncing towards him with glee, "i missed you!"

he eyes at the gruesome sight behind you, sighing to himself as you embraced him. you impressed him, seeing that he did not calculate this dangerous side of you. but you had to be controlled. he definitely learned that questioning you of your antics and beliefs would drive you crazy and go on both a rampant and a rampage.

"...i missed you, as well. but please do not make a mess, next time. i'd rather not see you coat yourself with blood again. if anyone sees you, then—"

"or what." you threatened, your eyes widening. "let them see. let the world see! the world needs to know that you're mine. you're mine. you're mine. you're mine! you're mi—" you went off again, and he had to quiet you by placing a hand atop of your head. "i am yours," he forced himself to reassure you, "but i would much rather you not get caught. do you understand that?"

as though your demeanor changed, you became a guilty dog that was caught ripping something apart (literally). your eyes pleaded, as you look down.

"okay..."

"good. now let's clean you up."

sunday knew this side of you. considering he was also a manipulative person, he truly didn't mind that you were doing this but at the same time, he had a reputation to keep. he didn't want you to dirty the streets of penacony due to a bit of jealousy or hatred towards other people who admired sunday.

but he was given word that you were killing one of the guard dogs of the family, who spoke ill about you. well deserved, he thought, until he had to clean up after you.

the doors opened, revealing you, multiple guards watching you with horror and disgust, and the victim that could not be even seen as a victim anymore but a pile of intestines and minced meat.

he sighed, pinching his nose, before approaching you. the guards around him shook with terror as they were confused how he of all people was not affected by your actions.

"(y/n)," he calls out to you, "must you be this dirty with your actions?"

"he was talking ill about you." you say, looking towards him as you got up, happily skipping towards him, "so i got rid of him."

well deserved, sunday once again thought, but now he has a mess to clean up.

he signaled the guards to clean up the minced meat pile, before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "now i have to drag you into the bath to get you washed up."

"okay! will you join me? you have to. you need to. or else everyone here dies, and—"

"i will." sunday nods slowly, pressing his lips at corner of your lips. "do not fret."

and because of this, and all the previous other events you did, you were practically nicknamed the "dog of sunday". you were a dog to be corrected on a leash, always by sunday's side, and a threat to those who opposed the man.

loyal, and forever by his side, waiting to bite.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr sunday #hsr dr ratio #hsr aventurine #sunday x reader #dr ratio x reader #aventurine x reader

[tomriddleslove]

For the best.

✩Theodore Nott x Reader P2

Summary: The one where Theodore’s decision was clear, and he had to do the thing that pained him the most, to keep you safe. Alternatively: Theodore has to grapple with losing you to save you. If only it were that simple.

A/N: P2 of the Theo request ‘ I’m here’ ! I hope you enjoy it because its angst and more angst! Proof read like once but if there are any mistakes i’ll correct them over due course 😭😭

The human intuition is a remarkable thing.

Despite the countless mathematical proofs, scientific findings and books upon books of logic and reasoning, intuition formed the basis of most things. Even the most foolproof of arguments in philosophy can be countered by human intuition.

With it being such a powerful thing, it would be foolish to ignore it.

But the day after your run-in with Theodore’s father, when you had woken up to an empty bed, your intuition screamed at you.

Something isn’t right.

You, rather stupidly, had chosen to pay it no mind. After all, it was Theodore you were talking about. The same boy who would cling to you and refuse to let go after the Holidays. He wouldn’t have any ill intentions, surely.

That was what you had thought 5 days ago.

5 days of not seeing or hearing from Theodore.

He had cleverly managed to avoid you in the school halls, and due to your conflicting lessons, you never saw him in Class either. You had checked the room of requirement, the library, and the hidden alcove between the divination tower and the hospital wing. You had even ventured onto the quidditch pitch during the matches in search of him but were met with a replacement chaser instead. When you had questioned the captain about Theodore's absence, he had merely shrugged and told you he simply stopped turning up.

Your initial thought was fear. Perhaps his father had taken it out on Theodore anyway. What if Theodore was hurt, or injured?

Your worry sept into your nights, now restless and in distress. You couldn’t bear laying in the bed you had shared with him mere days ago when you had absolutely no idea where he was. Fear gnawed at your insides from the moment the sun rose till the final rays of sunshine escaped the now bleak horizon, and Theodore was still nowhere to be seen.

You had rather bravely cornered his friends on the second day, stopping the platinum-haired boy in his tracks as you spoke.

“Malfoy. Have you seen Theodore anywhere?”

“And why on earth should I know where he is?” He responds, rather sassily as he eyes you, disdain evident on his face.

The anxiety that you felt in Theodore's absence overpowered the hate you had for his friend's obvious prejudice towards you, and you let out a sigh of exasperation as you stormed off. It had seemed as though everyone else had been seeing Theodore regularly, aside from you. You couldn’t fathom why you couldn't see him if everyone else said they did and why he hadn't sought you out in that period.

In pursuit of Theodore, you had completely forgotten about your own most basic needs, neglecting your sleep, amongst many other things.

Perhaps the first indicator that Theodore was very much still here, was when you were sitting in the common room, 4 days after he seemed to have simply vanished.

A girl with sleek black hair cut into a bob with thick bangs, one who you knew was part of Theodore’s friend group, had come up to you.

Pansy Parkinson - rather well known for her gossiping habits and association with some of the most popular Slytherin boys.

You had never really spoken to her before, but you had heard far and wide about her beliefs in pureblood supremacy. Simply put, a person like her would not associate with someone like you.

You look up in confusion as she approaches, and she eyes you for a second. She tosses something onto your lap, and you look down, the confusion etched further into your features when you see it's a sandwich, wrapped up in clingfilm. You look up at her and she speaks as though it pains her to say so.

“You haven’t eaten.” She says, before turning to walk away. You go to protest, but your stomach rumbles and you quickly realise you indeed hadn't eaten, and you were quite hungry.

You can't comprehend why someone like Pansy would have noticed that, let alone bothered to give you something, and your eyes linger on her retreating figure as you slowly unwrap the sandwich and take a bite.

“She had some,” Pansy says as she exits the common room, and Theodore lets out a sigh of relief.

“You can't run from her forever, Theodore. You’d have done well to listen to us when we told you it couldn’t ever possibly work out, with someone of such high status as yourself. You have me almost pitying the poor thing.” Panys mocks condescendingly, before waking off. Theodore lets out a sigh of frustration, rubbing a hand over his face. He catches a small glimpse of you sitting on the sofa, looking oh so tired as you sit alone, mindlessly chewing on the sandwich as you stare off into the fireplace. He yearns to reach out and unfurrow your brows, to kiss your cheek and draw you in. But he yearns even more to keep you safe.

Muttering a disillusionment charm, he slips through into the common room as someone else exits, and makes his way up to his dorm. He has to refrain from going to you, and he knows what he’s doing is for the best. He knows he can’t do this forever, and at some point, he’ll have to stop evading you. From then, he’d have to start ignoring you, treating you badly in the hopes you’d no longer want to associate with him. It would kill him to have to do so, but knowing he could guarantee your safety if he did, he was willing to pay the price.

He can only pray you’ll understand.

It came 2 weeks later when you were walking down the corridor on your way to Arithmancy. You had been navigating through the crowded hallways when a glimpse of a familiar head of hair had you whipping your head back. Sure enough, walking amongst his friends, was Theodore.

A mixture of relief, happiness, anger, and confusion all wash over you as you begin pushing through the crowd.

“Theo. Theo!” You call out, shouting the boy's name.

He turns around, looking over as he spots you. A glimpse of an unreadable emotion flashes in his eyes for a second, before his gaze hardens. His jaw clenches ever so slightly, and you notice - of course you notice. He looks away and walks straight past you.

You stand there, frozen. Your jaw twitches with a mix of frustration and hurt. How could he just walk past you like that? After two weeks of worry and sleepless nights, he acts as though you're a complete stranger.

Anger bubbles up within you, fueled by the rejection and confusion. You want to chase after him, demand an explanation for his disappearance and his cold behaviour. Unease and fear bubbling inside you, you clutch your bag ever so slightly tighter as you make your way back to your lesson.

You have no focus throughout your lesson, staring down at your paper as you grit your teeth. Was it because his Father found out? Were you really just a passing fancy to Theodore? All those tender words, his acts of love. Was it simply an act of rebellion from him?

Insecurity and doubts gnaw at you throughout the lesson, rendering you unable to focus or engage. You're so in your own head, that you don't even realise that the lesson is over till the sound of students packing up rouses you from your mental path of self-destruction. You hastily cram your belongings back into your bag and with a steely resolve, head straight for the common room.

Perhaps to your luck or dismay, Theodore is sitting there, nestled amongst his group of friends.

The familiar warmth of the common room feels suffocating as you draw nearer, your heart pounding in your chest with each step.

"Theodore," you say, your voice trembling slightly despite your efforts to appear composed. "We need to talk."

The group falls silent amidst your arrival, and Theodore looks up at you, his expression unreadable as he takes in your presence.

"I don't see why we would need to do that," he replies coolly, a hint of arrogance colouring his tone.

Confusion swirls within you like a tempest, mingling with the hurt and anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "What do you mean, we don't need to talk?" you demand, your voice rising with each word. "You disappeared for two weeks without a word, and now you act as though nothing's happened. Do you have any idea what that did to me?"

Theodore's friends exchange knowing glances, their smirks filled with thinly veiled amusement.

Theodore's jaw tightens, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of something resembling remorse flicker in his eyes. But it's quickly replaced by a mask of indifference as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Why should I care about your feelings?" he retorts, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're nothing to me."

His words hit you like a physical blow, and for a moment, you're rendered speechless, the sheer audacity of his cruelty leaving you reeling.

"How dare you?" you seethe, your voice trembling with righteous indignation. "After everything? Was I just a way for you to rebel against your father? A little fling?” You snap, tears in your eyes as you stare down at him. He swallows harshly, but he doesn’t say a word, looking up at you.

“Fuck you.” You spit, unable to say anything else. The hurt weighs heavy on you, lodging your words in your throat. It all of a sudden feels harder to breathe, and you're sure the room is spinning.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you turn on your heel and storm away, refusing to give Theodore the satisfaction of seeing your pain. Behind you, you can hear the hushed whispers of his friends, their laughter echoing in the air like a cruel taunt.

You slam the door to your dorm room, slumping against it as you dissolve into tears. Your body heaves as you sob, and your throat feels raw.

Mattheo’s eyes linger on the spot where you once stood, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he breaks the awkward silence that had fallen over the rest of the group amidst your departure.

“Reckon that was a bit harsh,” He says, a hint of amusement lacing his voice as Pansy snorts.

“Well, I don't know what else he expected. It’s for the best he got over this silly little relationship and focused on the fact that they’re due to be here any day now. Someone like Theodore should not be wasting his time on someone as insignificant.” Draco drawls, feet lazily propped up on the coffee table in front of them.

Theodore pushes up, tossing his book onto the table with force. The group all look up at him suddenly, and the anger is evident on his face as he stares at Draco for a second.

“Speak another word about her, and I’ll rip your tongue out.” Theodore threatens, his voice strained. He grabs his bag and shoves past Blaise, who’s leaning against one of the armchairs as he makes his way up to his dorm.

He wants to chase after you, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. But he knows that doing so would only put you in more danger, and he can't bear the thought of causing you any more pain than he already has.

Hours pass in a blur of restless pacing and tormented thoughts. Theodore tries to distract himself with his studies, but his mind keeps wandering back to you, to the hurt and confusion etched on your face as you confronted him in the common room. Every time the image of your tear-filled eyes pops up in his mind, he has to clutch at his chest, willing to find a way to remove the physical ache that plagues him.

It's a few hours later when the sound of muffled screams and shouts rouse him from his inwards spiral. He frowns in confusion, straining as he wonders whether he is imagining it. He was met with silence and assumed that the emotional and physical toll that the past few days had taken on him meant he was simply imagining things.

A few minutes pass, and he hears it again.

A loud boom, followed by more screams.

No, he’s definitely not imagining it. He gets up, but just as he does so, Pansy bursts into the room, her eyes wide with excitement.

"They're here," she gasps, her voice filled with a sick exhilaration. "The Death Eaters are in Hogwarts."

Theodore's blood runs cold at her words, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of dread and apprehension. He knows what this means, and knows that he's expected to join them, to fight alongside his father and his allies.

But more than anything, he's filled with a paralyzing fear for you. His father now knows who you are, knows that you’re a Muggle, and Theodore knows that he’ll harm you if he’s to see you.

Theodore fumbles for his wand, clutching it tightly in his hand as he slips on his shoes, following Pansy. As he steps out of the now abandoned common room, the smell of smoke and the sound of frantic footsteps echo through the corridors. Panic grips the school as students and teachers alike scramble to find safety amidst the chaos.

Blaise and Mattheo run over to Pansy and Theodore, panting as they regroup.

“Draco is round by the bell towers. The fighting is heavy there.” Blaise says, but Theodore couldn't give two fucks, for his mind was consumed with worries about your safety.

Theodore knew you extremely well, and it's as if he knew you’d be in the midst of it all, trying desperately hard to fight amongst your peers against the very people Theodore was meant to be allied with. The image of his father spotting you enters his mind again and he clenches his jaw, ready to go. He looks over at Mattheo, who's unusually quiet. He's sure the unease on his face is mirrored on his own, and it seems as though they're the only two worried about this.

Despite his flaws, Theodore empathizes with the boy, who arguably would be expected to do the most. As the son of the dark lord himself, who else would be expected to fight first if not him?

Theodore squeezes his arm comfortingly, urging him to get his head back in the game and go.

“We have to. Firm it.” Theodore mutters to Mattheo, who looks up at him and nods reluctantly. The group begun running over to the bell tower, the acrid smoke stinging their eyes and the distant sounds of spells and screams growing louder with each step.

Approaching the midst of it all, they’re charmed with disguisement charms ensuring no one would notice them. Flashes of green and red bounce off the walls, crackling as students and teachers alike fight back.

Though he dares not admit it, Theodore cannot help but find relief in spitting a significantly larger number of death eater bodies knocked out on the floor. He ignores his insides churning at the prospect of having to fight his classmates. Blaise, Pansy and Mattheo seem to throw themselves straight into the fight, slinging curses left right and centre. Theodore ducks and dodges, weaving through the area as he searches for one person.

You.

He stumbles as a curse skims him, sending a searing pain across his upper arm. He whirls around, brandishing his wand with unforgiving anger as he sends the person who delivered the curse flying into the wall. How dare they hinder his pursuit of you?

Theodore would kill if it meant he could find you.

But he didn’t have to look any further.

Wincing as he grasps his injured arm, his head whips up when he hears an all too familiar voice.

“Confringo!” You gasp, sending a curse hurtling towards a cloaked figure, who’s bounded back.

Theodore shields himself from the sudden influx of heat, momentarily blinded by the orange flames as he spots you. You turn around, shielding a quaking first-year student as you single-handedly fend back a death eater.

“Go!” You shout, pushing the child to one of the teachers as you fight alongside a few others.

“You!” Another voice calls out, and Theodore is sure that he is dreaming, he has to be dreaming, for there is no possible way his very worst fears could have been confirmed so cruelly.

The person who stands in front of you is none other than his father.

“I was hoping I would have found you.” Theodore's father says, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he advances towards you, his wand raised threateningly. Theodore's heart lurches in his chest at the sight of his father's malevolent grin, his worst nightmares unfolding before his very eyes.

"No!" Theodore cries out, his voice hoarse with desperation as he moves to go to you. But as he does, he slams back, an arm wrapping around him as they hold him back.

“We need to go.” Draco grits out, pulling him back. Theodore struggles against Draco's grip, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of fear and rage. He knows what his father is capable of, knows the danger you're in if he gets his hands on you.

But Draco holds him back, his grip like iron as he tries to drag Theodore away from the impending confrontation. "We have to go, Theodore," Draco urges, his voice tinged with urgency. "We can't stay here. It's not safe."

But Theodore refuses to listen, his eyes locked on you as his father closes in, his wand raised to strike.

"Let me go!" Theodore shouts, his voice cracking with emotion as he struggles against Draco's hold. "[name], please!" He shouts, in despair as he sees you cornered, wand knocked out of your hand.

Draco's grip tightens, his expression torn between concern and frustration as he tries to reason with Theodore. "You can't help her if you're captured," he insists, his voice strained with urgency. "We have to get out of here. Now!"

But Theodore can't tear his eyes away from you, from the danger that looms ever closer with each passing second. He knows he should listen to Draco, and knows that staying here will only put you both in more danger. But the thought of leaving you behind, of abandoning you to face his father alone, is more than he can bear.

As his father draws closer, Theodore's resolve hardens, his determination burning brighter than ever.

“Your wand, Malfoy!” You shout, and Draco looks at you with confusion, his grip around Theodore still tight as he desperately tries to pull Theodore back.

“Give me your fucking wand!” You shout amidst the chaos, and Theodore is struggling to break free.

‘She's going to make it. She just needs a wand’

“Give her the wand!” Theodore snaps, still straining against Draco's hold as Draco tosses the wand over to you, the wooden thing clattering against the floor. Amidst the shouting, the explosions, and the screaming, Theodore aches as he hears you so clearly. You reach for Draco’s wand, and instead of using it to defend yourself, you turn to Theodore and Draco.

With one final, desperate struggle, he breaks free from Draco's grasp, his heart pounding in his chest as he charges towards you, his wand raised to defend you at all costs.

His eyes lock with yours, and a horrible feeling of dread settles in his gut, somehow feeling as though he's stuck in this position for years when it's only been a matter of seconds.

You knew the consequences Theodore would face if he were to get involved.

It was clear.

It was stupidly, and utterly clear.

You berated yourself for not having recognised it earlier. Perhaps then, you would have been able to savour what little time you had left with him. The way he disappeared, became a stranger. It wasn’t because he hated you. No, rather it was the exact opposite.

He loved you so much, he had to leave you. He would happily live with you hating him forever if it meant you would be safe.

Your eyes lock with his, and he can't breathe.

Don’t be brave. Don’t be the hero. Be selfish, he pleads

“I'm so sorry.” You mouth, and he takes a step forward, reaching out to you. You keep the wand pointed in his direction, and a sudden blast of magic sends him reeling backwards, his vision swimming as he crashes to the ground in a daze. He tries to shake off the disorientation, to push himself back to his feet and come to your aid, but his limbs feel like lead, his body refusing to obey his commands.

As he watches helplessly from the ground, his father draws closer to you, his wand raised high as he prepares to strike. Theodore's heart clenches with a sickening dread as he is simply left helpless, unable to say anything as he watches his father grasp a fistful of your hair, dragging you up.

He chokes out a strained plea as Draco hoists him up, limp body resting against him as Draco supports most of his weight, leading him away. He can do nothing but watch in utter anguish as his father, the embodiment of all his nightmares, seizes you in his grasp. The sight of your struggle only serves to deepen his agony, for he knows the danger you're in, the cruelty you'll face at his father's hands.

Every fibre of his being screams for him to break free, to rush to your aid, to shield you from harm. But his limbs remain frozen, his body unresponsive to his desperate pleas. It's as if he's trapped in a nightmare, forced to witness the person he loves most being torn away from him by the very embodiment of evil.

Theodore's heart clenches with a sickening dread as his father's cruel laughter fills the air, the sound like a knife twisting in his chest. He wants to scream, to lash out at his father with all the fury and rage burning inside him. But he's powerless to do anything but watch. As his father drags you away, your cries echoing in his ears like a haunting refrain, Theodore feels a crushing weight settle over him. He's failed you, utterly and completely, his inability to protect you is a bitter reminder of his inadequacy.

Theodore fights to keep his eyes open, in fear that by some miracle he’ll be able to open them and save you. But as darkness consumes his visions, the harrowing sounds of your sobs echo in his mind, and the bruises and scars are nothing compared to the dread and fear that fills him.

His eyes shut, and the thought of your suffering has him praying he won't have to open them again.

@mildlyuninformative @chgrch @gillyweeds @anti-hero03 @schaebickel @lillywildly @multifandom-worlds @batmandabest @always-reading

#slytherin #slytherin boys #tom riddle #harry potter #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys fic #theodore nott #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott angst #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fic

[pendarling]

Approaching Exam

CW: Language, mentions of exam, studying, Math and English

I'm held hostage by the education system so here is a story revolving that.

Hero's pen clicked over and over again as the slow wind trickled in through the window.

They hated exams, and sometimes, they hated studying more than the results themselves.

Hero sat in the quiet room, a closed-off sector of the library that could be rented out for a few hours in a day, and they were lucky enough to get into one after weeks of waiting. They could see why it was so popular after all; the walls in the room allowed for complete silence, and it put Hero at ease despite the slight eerie sense of being alone. Their eyes glanced up at the sky through the window. The clouds moved so slowly, yet time seemed to go by fast. It made their stomach churn at the idea of being unable to get past the first page of the exam when it did happen, and time would slip by them before they got the chance to complete any of the answers. Their eyes flickered back down onto their page at the mathematical equations listed out in front of them.

"Fuck me." they sighed and ran their fingers through their hair. If Hero could trade their life as a student to become a full-time hero, they would, but being a hero didn't pay as well these days and eventually, as they entered adulthood further, they would need to look for a proper job.

'How annoying,' they thought.

The door knocked softly, and Hero turned in their seat as the entrance creaked slightly; their time wasn't up already, was it? They stared at the clock. About half an hour remained still, in walked what looked to be a familiar face, but Hero couldn't put where they'd seen them before. Their brows furrowed when their eyes met.

"Excuse me." The stranger spoke, "Is this room E1B?" They sheepishly laughed at the setting. "I think I'm supposed to be in here today." 

Hero pulled out their phone and checked the schedule they were emailed, "Mmm nope, it says here that this is my room."

The stranger turned their phone toward them as well, "Well, it looks like we got double-booked."

Hero leaned back on their chair, it looked like they'd be having company after all. With a small gesture of the head, Hero directed their new friend to the chair opposite the table. "Sorry." They mumbled they weren't sure why they were apologizing; it was the system's fault for scheduling two persons in the same room within the same hours.

They studied the new character as they set down their items and pulled out the chair. Hero wasn't planning on staring too much, but when someone looked this familiar to them, it was hard to look away. 

They turned their focus back onto their page, still stuck on question 6 out of 30. The practice exam had to be more challenging, and there was no way Hero would make it through tomorrow if they couldn't get this done today.

Sarah is a civil engineer working on a project to design a curved ramp for a pedestrian bridge in a city park. 

Hero ran their pencil under the words.

The ramp needs to smoothly connect two different levels of the park while adhering to safety regulations and accessibility standards. Sarah decides to use a curved shape for the ramp, represented by the function y=√x​, where y represents the height of the ramp at a given distance x along its length.

Hero sighed and ran their fingers through their hair; they were so bored. Why was Sarah even a civil engineer? With all that money to get through the education and become one, she could've instead lived comfortably and married a nice rich husband, assuming her status was at least middle class.

This scenario was so unrealistic, plus it's like ten times harder for women to get into male-dominated fields because of sexism. Hero rolled their eyes and skipped the question. They flipped their page and glanced back at the stranger now reading a book, but what caught them by surprise was their hand, idly twisting a blue highlighter they felt they recognized.

From the back of their memory, Hero recalled a similar situation. 

They sat on the floor bound by a rope. The mission of the day wasn't going as well as they had hoped, and Hero was left at the mercy of Villain while the other sat a few feet away from them on what looked to be a large desk. From their perspective, they could hardly make out what the computer screen in front of Villain was saying, but they could certainly see the way Villain effortlessly twirled the pen between each finger. They always wondered how they did that. 

As soon as their memories left them, it had become apparent. The familiar face across them was Villain.

But what could they be doing here?

There was no way Villain was seriously studying how to annotate for what looked to be an English exam. For some reason, Hero never took Villain for being a student themselves. To be fair, they sort of assumed most villains weren't necessarily part of any civilian activity, and certainly, no villain should be a student of the city they tried destroying. 

Man... if Hero could get Villain to destroy the school facility, they wouldn't be studying at all. However, seeing how diligently Villain remained focused on their work made Hero no longer interested in convincing them.

'Oh God,' Hero turned their face away from their direction, 'What if Villain recognized me and didn't say anything?!' In their bag, Hero knew they kept their dagger just in case they should ever be kidnapped by any particularly vengeful villain; they just didn't think it would be this person of all; they never seemed too fond of doing more than their work let them. Hero swallowed; in that case, they should prepare for a sudden attack if it did occur; there was just no way this was all a coincidence.

Booking two students into the same room? Are you kidding me? The system never messes up. This was clearly a ploy set up to kill Hero.

Their nervousness was felt as soon as their leg began to jump noticeably, shaking the table, much to Villain's delight.

"Excuse me," They set their eyes on them. Hero froze, "Please don't shake the table. I can't write."

"Uh-- sorry."

Hero reached down and unzipped their bag, slowly creeping the knife to their side; they would attack first; Villain wouldn't even see it coming. After unsheathing the blade from its case, Hero measured the distance between the two of them. The table really wasn't that large enough to stop Hero from jumping over it; maybe if they grabbed their arm or the collar of their shirt before throwing Villain down, they would have the upper hand. If that didn't work, maybe a kick or knocking a few items from the table for a distraction. 

Hero remained focused on Villain as their enemy remained unaware. Maybe they were aware and had already thought of all the different counterattacks they could use against them. In that case-- the element of surprise was most valuable.

"What?" Villain frowned at them. Hero shook themselves out of their head; they must've been unknowingly staring for too long. Well, no point in getting embarrassed over it now.

Hero's grip tightened on the handle of the dagger as they chuckled nervously, "Oh, I was just wondering--" They jumped from the table and shoved the blade in Villain's direction. With a calculated move, Villain swiftly moved their head, catching their wrist with their other hand but knocking themselves out of the chair. 

Hero jumped away from them, their ankle stung from accidentally hitting themselves on the edge of the table just as they moved. Villain didn't waste any time and lunged at them, quickly covering the space between them.

A solid blow to their stomach sent Hero stumbling back, and the dagger fell from them with a soft clank; they sunk to their knees, holding themselves from instinctively vomiting.

Villain grabbed the weapon and rushed to the open window, quickly locking it in place and closing its blinds. The room was a lot darker than Hero expected. Had that window always had shutters?

Hero hesitantly stood back up. The sharp metallic edge was pointed in their direction. "Don't even think about trying that again."

Their shoulder tensed at the thought of their next plan; they could run out that door, but what were the odds that Villain had already sent back up to encircle the place, and how would they keep civilians from getting hurt?

Villain licked their lips and inched closer, "Who sent you?" they demanded. 

"Huh?" Was Villain genuinely asking them that? Wait-- did Villain not recognize them?

They laughed softly at the idea of having figured out their enemy's identity before them. 

Hero, the idiot who couldn't get past question 6 on the practice math exam, could easily identify Villain. All this time, they had been under the impression that Villain was intellectually superior to them in every way, and although that may be the case, they were not one for remembering faces. It made part of Hero feel tremendous.

"No one." 

Their bag still contained a few other items of use, such as a small smoke grenade that would definitely come in handy. Hero would have to go online and do the practice exam from their computer; there was no way in hell they'd be able to collect all their things and run. 

Villain wasn't feeling very entertained with the prospect of having to forcibly recall to the best of their ability what they'd done to be assassinated during their downtime. Without letting their eyes leave the other student, they walked toward Hero's bag and reached down; Hero felt a sweat come on; did they know they were hiding more tools in there?

"Hey, don't go and steal my lunch money, alright?"

"Shut up." They pulled the tag attached to the bag and examined the student ID card intently; it looked like an actual student identification card, though the name didn't ring a bell at all. 

"Villain, I'm actually offended that you don't know who I am."

"My bad, I wasn't aware there was an exam for memorizing faces as well." They tilted their neck from side to side, examining Hero's unmoving position. 

Nothing about them stood out, but this person knew their name and must be a hero, at the least, seeing how their only sense of heroism was throwing themselves in danger-- a common feature among most heroes, but that didn't narrow down which hero, in particular, they were looking at.

"Not even my voice?" Hero glanced at them with a slight pout.

Their enemy racked their brain, still clueless about their identity, and their hands roamed around the pieces of paper Hero was working on. "Whatever, are you even a real student or did you just come here to distract me?" 

Hero didn't reply with anything other than a shrug. They didn't initially come to attack Villain, but they also couldn't let Villain live freely within their presence. 

Villain raised the practice exam questions to their face, reading the sheet as if searching for answers to help them understand who they were up against. "You didn't even do most of these right. How did you get 1.6667? It's not even listed in the multiple choice."

They threw down the booklet onto the table; Hero blushed, "I'm not good at that stuff. But don't change the topic, alright? I could've killed you if I wanted to."

"But you didn't." They smirked.

The door pushed open again, and Villain hurriedly tucked the dagger away.

"Excuse me~" A young woman and a few of her other friends stood outside, "We reserved this room for 6 pm...?"

Villain looked at the clock and then back at the group. "We'll be leaving now. Sorry about that." They looked at Hero and egged them to get to cleaning their mess. Their feet moved, albeit nearly struggling to keep themselves upright from the pain of their ankle. They should've been a lot more careful when it came to spatial awareness. Now wasn't the time to mull on that, though. 

Once they had left the library, Villain headed in the direction of their exit. "You still following me?" They spoke, almost irritated.

"You have my dagger, and I would like it back. Please." With a short flick of the wrist, Villain dismissed their request and continued on their way down the flight of stairs. Hero had momentarily wondered what would happen if they had just gotten on with it already, pushed Villain down the stairs and took back their knife. It wasn't like anyone saw it happen anyway; no one stuck around this long after hours, not even the faculty. 

Villain abruptly stopped in their tracks, still a little ahead of them. "Hero?"

"Yes?"

With a slight smile tracing their face, Villain spun their head around to look up at them. For a second, Hero was lost at what they were so happy about until it hit them, and they responded to their name at Villain's call. 

"Fuck you."

Villain simply hummed, satisfied, and moved on.

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[myuiis]

incorrect lookism

these were really popular on reddit back in my mxtx days so :)

1:

vasco: so what if i press the gas and the brakes at the same time?

daniel: the car takes a screenshot

zack: please shut the fuck up

2:

zack: why are you like this

johan: i used too much 'no more tears shampoo for kids' as a child and haven't felt any emotions since then

3:

goo: me, an intellectual--

gun: you, an intellectual?

4:

samuel: he died of natural causes

jake: you pushed him into a fucking fire

samuel: fire is natural

5:

daniel: oh boy, its pretty cold today

jay: here, daniel, borrow my coat

goo, looking at them: damn, it's cold today

gun: well shit, not like i can change the weather

6:

daniel, trying to flirt: hows the sexiest person here doing?

jay: i dont know, how are they doing?

daniel, blushing: i- 

zack, from across the room: i'm doing great, thanks for asking

7:

samuel: pass the chili

jake: whats the magic word?

samuel: or else

jake: thats two words but point taken

8:

jake: it's really muggy outside today

samuel: if i go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn, i'm going to kill you

jake: sips coffee from bowl

9:

goo: yall know what? if youre not perfect, that's okay

goo: you don't have to be perfect. you don't have to feel bad about yourself for not being perfect

goo, putting on sunglasses: because obviously, nobody can be as perfect as me is and that is completely normal

10:

jace: can you recommend me a book that made you cry

zack: general mathematics 6th edition

11:

sinu: what if we inverted our initials? i'll start: hinu san

jake: kake jim

jerry: kerry jwon

jason: yason joon

brad: lrad bee

samuel: samuel se-- this is a stupid game

12:

eli: i unironically believe that i have suffered more than jesus

13:

daniel: *sneezes*

gun: bless you my favorite successor

johan: *sneezes*

gun: get that diseased trash away from me

14:

zack: dating tip: hold the door for your date. rip the door off its hinges. use the door as a weapon to fight off other men. establish dominance

daniel: i really begin to see why youre single

15:

[lookism at disneyland on the spinning teacup rides]

eli and warren: [spinning slowly while calmly talking]

gun and goo: [spinning slightly faster while having a heated argument]

jake and jerry: [flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming]

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #daniel park #park hyungseok #vasco #euntae lee #zack lee #goo kim #kim joongoo #gun park #park jonggun #jay hong #hong jaeyeol #jake kim #kim gimyung #samuel seo #seo seongeun #i fucked up samuels korean name last time i spelled it hopefully nobody noticed #oh well #sinu han #han shinwoo #eli jang #jang hyun #johan seong #seong yohan #i forgot so much of early lookism so sorry for not having a lot of j high interactions #might make a big deal exclusive one later down the line since theyre my favorite crew #<3

[mirrormazeworld]

Ace's Character Concept Deep Analysis Based on Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ CONTAINS ADVANCED MATH

When "Ace is Traitor" theory suddenly becomes popular because of his birthday card where there is something like the oysters from Alice in Wonderland (that we know is deceived by the Walrus) I suddenly remembered one riddle from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll that I believe is related to Ace (if Yana really did base him on Alice in Wonderland)

For those who have been following me and read my theories so far, you all know that when I do analysis "based on Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll" there will be high level math so buckle up if you are interested because it'll be a very long post or stay back if you can't stand it.

I'm not a mathematician and is stupid so I'm sorry if my understanding and calculation of math is wrong. If you are an expert at this field you are very welcome to correct and teach me.

Alright everyone, today let's learn Math to find the hidden character concept behind Ace Trappola

The Knave of Heart's Trial

To do a character analysis for Ace we should go back to Heartslabyul chapters because he played an important part in that book : As the "Knave of Hearts" who stole Queen of Heart's tart in "Alice in Wonderland" .

In the original Alice in Wonderland book by Lewis Carroll, Alice's dream of Wonderland ends when the trial of Knave of Hearts suddenly and dramatically collapses like a house of cards. Why? The answer to that is number "42"

And it's interesting how in Twisted Wonderland Yana chose to illustrate this in Heartslabyul book where the dream ends after the cards collapsed which is based on Lewis Carroll's version of Alice in Wonderland rather than the Disney one which Alice was woken up from her dream because of Queen of Hearts and her card soldiers are chasing her to the Wonderland Hall.

You can say that Lewis Carroll's wonderland is the wonderland that's created with base number 42. It begins on the title page with “Forty-two illustrations by John Tenniel.” After descending into Wonderland, Alice encounters an angry Pigeon who protects her nest “night and day” and hasn’t “had a wink of sleep these three weeks.” This gives her egg a hatching period of 21 days +21 nights = 42, or a unit value of(3 × 7 × 2) = 42. There's also the suppression of two guinea pigs in the trial scene. A guinea in English currency has a value of 21 shillings; consequently, the two guinea pigs (or piggy banks) would have a total value of 42 shillings. In the Queen’s rose garden, Alice encounters three gardeners who are animated numbered playing cards. If we add up the card numbers(2 + 5 + 7 = 14), then multiply that by the number of cards(14 × 3), once again we get 42.

And especially at the Knave of Heart's Trial, there are normally fifty-two cards in a deck. However, Carroll has been careful to leave the gardeners (the ten numbered spade cards) out of the procession, with the result that there are exactly 52 – 10 = 42 cards. The King of Hearts also said rule 42 as the oldest rule in the book, since it relates to the mathematical structure of wonderland which creates the Wonderland itself.(Riddle I'm looking forward for you to say rule 42 in the game)

Now let's move on to why number 42 is so important in Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

Wonderland Multiplication Table

“I’m sure I’m not Ada,” she said, “for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn’t go in ringlets at all; and I’m sure I can’t be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she’s she, and I’m I, and—oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I’ll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn’t signify: let’s try Geography.

-Alice in Wonderland Chapter 2 : Pool of Tears-

Alice's adventure begins and ends with number 42 as Carroll actually already gave a hint where in Wonderland's great hall at the very beginning of her adventure in wonderland, she recites the multiplication table, but as we see from what she said, it's a system that's suddenly foreign to her. And then she said "The Multiplication table doesn't signify." This is actually a math problem based on scales of notation.

For a normal people, when Alice said "4 x 5 = 12 , 4 x 6 = 13" it might seems like Alice forgets how to do the multiplication because what we know is "4 x 5 = 20, 4 x 6 = 24" but actually it's not that she forgets how to do it. It's because the multiplication table we used to learn in elementary school and is what we usually use in our everyday life is the multiplication table with the base of 10 while she did it with the base of 39

In daily life we usually work with a base of 10 (multiples of 10) such that 1111 becomes ‘one thousand one hundred and eleven’. But in other things like in Computer Science for example, there are other numbering systems that are used besides base of 10, some examples are Binary (Base 2) and Hexadecimal (Base 16)

In binary system , where base is 2 (multiples of 2), (1111)₂ = 15 (8×1+4×1+2×1+1×1). Now I'll explain why it can be this way.

In binary, there are only two possible digits because this binary system only has two characters: 0 and 1. Therefore each digit in a binary number represents a power of 2, starting from the right and increasing by one for each position to the left.

Let's break down the binary number (1111)₂ step by step:

The rightmost digit is 1, and it represents 2^0, which is 1.

The next digit to the left is also 1, and it represents 2^1, which is 2.

The next digit to the left is again 1, representing 2^2, which is 4.

Finally, the leftmost digit is 1, representing 2^3, which is 8.

Now, to find the decimal (base 10) equivalent of this binary number, you add up these values:

1 + 2 + 4 + 8 = 15

So, (1111)₂ in binary is equivalent to 15 in decimal. The expression "(8×1+4×1+2×1+1×1)" represents exactly this process of adding up the powers of 2 to calculate the decimal value of the binary number.

Now I'll give another example in the Hexadecimal numbering system where the base is 16(multiples of 16). I'll explain why (14)₁₆ =20 which makes 4×5=(14)₁₆ (20 represents the value in decimal calculated by adding the powers of the base of the Hexadecimal number system while (14)₁₆ represents the number in Hexadecimal number system itself)

In the hexadecimal (base 16) numbering system, there are 16 possible digits, which include the usual 0-9 digits and the additional A, B, C, D, E, and F, representing the values 10 to 15.

Now to convert the hexadecimal number (14)₁₆ to decimal (base 10) :

The rightmost digit '4' represents 4 in decimal, just like in our regular base 10 system.

The leftmost digit '1' represents 1 in decimal.

Now, to find the decimal equivalent of (14)₁₆, we simply multiply each digit by the corresponding power of 16 and add them together:

(4 * 16^0) + (1 * 16^1) = 4 + 16 = 20

So, (14)₁₆ is equivalent to 20 in decimal. The expression "(4 * 16^0) + (1 * 16^1)" represents this process of converting the hexadecimal number to decimal by calculating the values of each digit and summing them up.

Note : In any number system, including our familiar decimal system and other base systems like binary, hexadecimal, or any base you might encounter, any number raised to the power of 0 is always equal to 1. This is a fundamental mathematical rule that applies universally.

Therefore Mathematically, for any number 'a' in any number system with any base :

a^0 = 1

Now back to Alice in Wonderland, we have to find a base such that 4×5=12 as said by Alice in her multiplication table which is 18 (12)₁₈=20(18×1+1×2).

Alice’s multiplication table goes as :

4×5=(12)₁₈

4×6=(13)₂₁

4×7=(14)₂₄

4×8=(15)₂₇

As we can see the base is increasing by 3. So

4×12=(19)₃₉

And therefore, Alice is reciting the multiplication table with the base of 39.

Now Alice said that she will never reach 20. The value of (20)₄₂=42×2+0×1=84 but 4 times 13 is 52 which implies

4×13≠(20)₄₂

Therefore Alice will never get to twenty.

Once we progress to the 13 times level, to maintain the rule of this system, we must employ base 42. This proves to be fatal and the entire system thereafter collapses.

It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.

Because of number 42 (as a base number in the Wonderland multiplication system), Alice is right to declare that she will “never get to twenty at that rate.” And neither will the King of Hearts: “ ‘Let the jury consider their verdict,’ the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.” But like Alice, the King never gets to twenty either. For here we find the fatal number 42 looms up once more, and brings all in Wonderland to a cataclysmic end.

At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in his note-book, cackled out “Silence!” and read out from his book, “Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.”

Everybody looked at Alice.

“I’m not a mile high,” said Alice.

“You are,” said the King.

“Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen.

“Well, I shan’t go, at any rate,” said Alice: “besides, that’s not a regular rule: you invented it just now.”

“It’s the oldest rule in the book,” said the King.

“Then it ought to be Number One,” said Alice.

The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. “Consider your verdict,” he said to the jury, in a low, trembling voice.

It is by the authority of Rule Forty-two that the King attempts to expel Alice from the court. Alice disputes this, however, objecting that if Rule Forty-two is the “oldest rule in the book” as the King claims, “then it ought to be Number One.” And with this peculiar logic, she suddenly finds herself capable of overruling the King and Queen of Hearts.

How is this possible? And why, besides the King and Queen, is Alice the only one not ordered executed? Once again, Carroll is playing a word game, this time the word-within-the-word game.

In one example, he suggests that although one may find ink in a drink, it is not possible to find a drink in ink. In another, he explains that one may find love in a glove, but none outside of it.

Consequently, Alice is ultimately able to overrule the King and Queen of Hearts when she discovers her true rank in this game: hidden within the word Alice there is an Ace

When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked at her, and the Queen said severely “Who is this?” She said it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.

“Idiot!” said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, turning to Alice, she went on, “What’s your name, child?”

“My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,” said Alice very politely; but she added, to herself, “Why, they’re only a pack of cards, after all. I needn’t be afraid of them!”

“And who are these?” said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners who were lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own children.

“How should I know?” said Alice, surprised at her own courage. “It’s no business of mine.”

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed “Off with her head! Off—”

“Nonsense!” said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.

The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said “Consider, my dear: she is only a child!”

According to the rules of Carroll’s card game Court Circular, in which hearts are trumps, “the Ace may be reckoned either with King, Queen, or with Two, Three.” We are told the numbered heart cards in Wonderland are “the royal children,” which would seem to explain why the King of Hearts initially informs the Queen that Alice “is only a child”—in fact, the youngest child.

However, as an ace, she can choose to switch from the lowest-ranking heart to the highest. When she claims her power as the highest-ranked card in the deck—the Ace of Hearts—her role in Wonderland suddenly shifts from the virtually powerless to the most powerful.

Alice has finally discovered Wonderland’s “rule of processions.” In the ranking of Wonderland’s forty-two-card deck, Alice has become the highest-ranked heart. She has become the fatal number 42 that in the Wonderland multiplication table wrecks the mathematical structure upon which Wonderland is constructed. She overrules the rulers, and claims the power to end her dream. In waking, Alice brings the whole of Wonderland down like a house of cards.

So for those people who suspect "Ace Trappola" might have "Alice" in him, based on this analysis of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, you are correct! 🎉

Conclusions (and Speculations)

Up till now we still don't know Ace's unique magic. I don't know if "Ace is Traitor" theory will turn out to be true but if Yana really created Ace based on Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, after I did a deep analysis on him I don't think he will betray Yuu. It's more like "he will be the one that makes Yuu realize Twisted Wonderland is just a dream just like how any other Wonderland that we know is". But since Wonderland is "deceptive" itself by its nature, just like any other Wonderland that we know, Yuu might think of Ace as a traitor but in fact he is just telling the truth.

Based on the analysis of Carroll's riddle and Heartslabyul book, my prediction is his unique magic at least capable of doing this :

1. From the weakest become the strongest.

2. Break and collapse a dream/dream world. This can be a dream world made by Malleus or Twisted Wonderland itself, in which he might play an important role in the Diasomnia chapter or NRC/Ramshackle chapter. In my past theory of a way for Yuu to go back home , I put Silver as one of the key characters for Yuu to go back home since he relates more to the quaternion and had ever met Mickey, but I also always think Ace might also play an important role for Yuu to go back home.

Well, what do you think? I look forward to the continuation and revelation of the main story.

Thank you for reading this far and Happy Birthday, Ace! 🎂🎉

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[khwxbeeda]

At the age of eight, I first learnt jealousy. I learnt it by feeling it, by grabbing it with both hands and tugging it close to my heart; my mother kissed my baby sister's forehead, but not mine. Never mine.

At ten, I learnt betrayal. Someone I though would be a true friend turned her back on me in the blink of an eye, and I spent the days alone, no one to hold hands and laugh with. She walked with the popular crowd, and I walked between the shelves of the library; maybe the books would be better friends.

By the time I turned twelve, I had learnt loneliness. I sat alone at lunch tables in school, I sat alone at the dinner table in my home. My sister was six and a monster for taking away all my parents' love, and my classmates were thirteen or fourteen and monsters for trying to take away my books. It was better to be away than suffer, I decided, and I didn't mind the loneliness much.

Thirteen was the age that taught me sadness. I went to school, studied, came back home, studied, ate, and went to bed. I buried tears and suffocated my crying with my pillows, and woke up with red-rimmed eyes that I ran to hide from my mother, as if she would care enough to ask if she did see them. I cried in the bathroom, my head bent over the sink so I didn't have to look in the mirror and my teeth digging into my bottom lip to stop the sounds from coming out. I learnt to cry silently that year.

Fourteen... was an empty year. There were no more tears left. No more crying. No more sadness or jealousy or anything. I did what I was told to do with a book in one hand and my schoolbag in the other, lips sealed shut and face cast in marble. No one wanted to know what I had to say, I did not want to say anything to anyone. (A few years later, I came across an article describing dissociation.)

Fifteen was anger. So much anger. I was angry at everything and everyone; at the world, at my classmates, at my teachers, my parents, my sister. At myself. An eternal fire burned in the back of my throat and in the pits of my heart and it refused to be extinguished: I wanted to scream, wanted to rage, wanted to throw things and destroy everything in my path. I was so so angry, all the time. I read, somewhere, that fifteen was the worst age to be. I pushed the fireball of anger deeper down, and agreed.

At sixteen, I was good at ignoring my thoughts. I looked at the ledge of the roof and turned away; I refused to step within twenty feet of it. I looked at the shine of the knife blade and put it down; I refused to cut fruit and vegetable. I looked at the rope in the corner of the balcony and stepped back into the house; I would not set the laundry out to dry. I buried myself in my textbooks— Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Mathematics, English, Hindi. I got higher marks than I'd ever gotten. My mother ran a hand over my head and smiled at me in a way she hadn't in the last ten years. I flinched away from her touch.

Seventeen... I was in bed. Surgery was nasty business, and throughout the seventeeth year of my life I went through seven of them. I laid in bed, a bandage over my left eye and tears rolling down my right cheek. I'd studied. I'd studied till I collapsed when I was sixteen, but I didn't get to sit for my 12th boards. All my efforts were in vain. At seventeen, I was in bed, and I languished.

Eighteen. Eighteen was the whirlwind year. I sat for my 12th boards but didn't get the marks I hoped for. I forgot that I'd registered for PCM and PCB CET until I got the emails, and then gave up on studying. The results were 95% for both exams. I changed my trajectory, and was granted admission in Fergusson. I yelled at my parents with tears in my eyes and kissed my sister on her forehead with a smile on my face. I made friends. I smiled, I laughed, I talked more and more with each passing month. Eighteen was a whirlwind. Eighteen was good to me.

Now, I am nineteen. Let's see how this year goes, shall we?

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[viridianevergarden]

Reading comprehension and critical thinking has really gone out the window hasn’t it? At least in a portion of the fandom.

People are forever stuck under the presumption that Az feels pure lust for Elain and nothing more. That lust suddenly doesn’t go hand in hand with love? That Az is mentally fucked up and should get therapy yet no one else in the IC should? That Az is wrong for naturally shifting his feelings of love from one person to another? That he’s wrong because he didn’t “take a break”? That because of these, Az doesn’t deserve to have love and to love in general?

People are also forever stuck under the presumption that these characters are oh so evil and shouldn’t deserve love at the same time? Take Rhys for a popular example. (When it’s a book series about the ‘villain’ getting the girl. The math isn’t mathing. He’s not even a real, true villain).

No character in ACOTAR is meant to be a saint, I thought everyone knew that. (Oh my god! Morally grey characters when they do morally grey things, shocking😧)

I find most Azriel antis are literally just people who can’t put two and two together. Or just don’t like him for whatever reason they may have. (Everyone has their opinions, yes). But my god, the shallow interpretation and failure to understand his character annoys me ngl. He’s a complex character but he’s not a damn mathematical equation. (He is complex yet linear.)

“He only thought about sex in the bonus chapter.”

As if Elain also wasn’t aroused too? And gave him permission? (Omg, mutual consent! Blasphemy!)

But also the fact that they disregard Az’s noticeable and careful attention to Elain that he has shown throughout the entire series? They disregard purposefully romanticized moments?

“What happened with Elain?”

“What about Elain?”

“I’m getting her back.”

“I can imagine.”

“Would you like me to show you the garden?”

“There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

“This is Truth-teller.”

Shadows gathered around the room like snakes preparing to strike.

“Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

“Wait until everyone is seated before eating.”

“We need to get these chains off her.”

Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring [Elain]…

“She doesn’t need anything.”

“The Cauldron made you a Seer.”

“Happy Solstice.”

Staying up with her til 3 am, talking about her gardening plans.

The kiss on the cheek.

“Beautiful.”

Countless times of him gently carrying her around.

Him constantly looking out at her garden.

Him spending actual effort to get her a thoughtful gift for solstice.

Facing death itself to get her back immediately by himself.

A laugh so deep and joyous.

Looking at that headache powder every night for over a year without ever using it.

The absence of his shadows in her presence.

“His secret to tell, never hers.”

Need I go on? Azriel is always hyper focused on Elain. Always. If it weren’t for him, Elain would probably be dead or in more trouble than she ever would have been before.

If all Azriel cared about was slipping under Elain’s dress, why did he attend to her so? Why is he hyper aware of her? Why is he so assertive with her needs over anyone else? Even over Nesta? Why would he feel the need to defend her against Nesta, her own sister, if it called for it? Why does he respect her and Lucien’s boundary by refusing to have eyes on Lucien for the sake of their privacy? Why was he the only one to show initiative over anyone else to get Elain back to safety now rather than later, by himself, even if it meant certain death?

But yeah, all he wants is her body. Right? Yeah, that makes sense…

I’m just saying. No main SJM character would ever go through so much effort just to bed another character. Thats not SJM’s style nor is it logical in the slightest.

But oh yes, he feels entitled to her and her body…

…Entitled?

Wrong E word.

Envy ≠ Entitlement.

Feeling Envious of the love that his brothers have? Of the bonds they have with the other sisters? Yet he’s the only one left all by his lonesome? He feels left out. Third wheeled. And rationally so. He’s happy for his brothers but envious all the same. (As if Cassian didn’t feel the same but no one said shit about him did they?)

I’ve said this in another post too but he is NOT looking at Elain and going “she should be mine.”

He doesn’t even think he deserves her for freaks sake.

Rhys doesn’t really know Azriel. Cassian doesn’t really know Azriel. No one truly knows Azriel. The only one who has truly understood some semblance of Azriel is Elain. Even when his heart and feelings are so incredibly gated off from everyone.

So that word —entitlement— that people keep throwing around from Rhys’ lips is completely misguided.

The sheer mischaracterization makes me see red 💀

But back to the point, with obvious and mutual romantic feelings, being horny is normal. (This is also an adult romantasy series, shocking that there’s sexual content).

I’ll die on that hill for Az and Elain.

I don’t get how it can be this hard, but maybe it’s just me.

#acotar #elriel #I apologize for this rant post #pro azriel #pro elriel #It really shouldn’t be this difficult #it’s not rocket science #i thought it was obvious #what if the cauldron was wrong #Azriel is quite a linear character actually

[leaves-lilies-and-esther]

Anne with an E didn't invent feminism in the Anne of Green Gables series

I just saw a post on tumblr about how AWAE has feminism (as opposed to the original series, which apparently doesn't???) and my reply went past the word count, so here it is:

Firstly, I think that Anne is an incredibly well-done feminist character in her own right, and that's what offers her enduring popularity. She literally smacks a slate over the head of a boy who comments on her looks, publishes stories, is the first girl from Avonlea to go to Redmond, succeeds wildly at Queen's, is principal of a school, refuses to marry at all unless it's for love, etc. Moreover, she does all of this while being interested in fashion and typical 'girly' things, as well as remaining a flawed character who still feels completely real. She doesn't reject femininity, but she does as she pleases.

It's not like the books push sexism under the rug, either. The mathematics professor at Redmond "detested coeds, and had bitterly opposed their admission to Redmond". The older women of Avonlea don't particularly approve, either- Anne gets plenty of discouragement that Gilbert and Charlie Sloane never receive, and some even admit that they don't find it particularly proper for a girl to receive so much higher education. Specifically, she's told that she's only going to get married. Later in the books people inform her that she will never be married because she's "too particular" (Mrs. Harmon or Jane's mom), and that she should just settle as soon as she can. This is only in Anne of The Island alone, btw. In either the first or second book I think she even voices support for women being ministers, which isn't even a position to be taken for granted today.

There are loads of things I love about AWAE- Ka'kwet's storyline was amazing and added so smoothly, the casting is superb, etc. But they didn't introduce feminism to the series. In effect, I've also heard the argument that AWAE is less feminist. They take out so many of Anne's accomplishments at Redmond, as principal, actually getting published, etc. They remove her conviction on marrying for love. They end her story when she kisses Gilbert as if that's the end of all things lovable and Anne-related (although I know that's more the fault of Netflix than the directors). We never see the town's canonical reaction to going to Redmond, staying a single pringle for as long as she did, etc. In fact, quite the opposite, because the show kind of rushed Anne and Gilbert together, and as a result missed huge chunks of their friendship and romance. Again, not the fault of the directors, but I can only react to what we actually got... which is the removal of everything feminist about the original series. Yes, they added other points, but still...

Idk, I adore both but it still irks me when people say "if Anne was alive today/written more recently she'd be a huge feminist!!!". Yes, but she already was... in her own time. Anne-girl was a rebel from the start!

All hail Queen Anne 👑

#AWAE #Anne of green gables #Anne shirley #Gilbert Blythe #Feminism #Anne with an e

[solar-wing]

[yandere] popular jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

hunter ramirez x remy griffin

heeeeyyyy :)

if anyone remembers, I posted a poll a while back about what yandere scenario I should post first and it was a tie between jock and streamer. so here's the jock one now!

these are original characters and not associated with any fandom content I've posted before. thus, it is not x reader, BUT when I get more posts out, I will accept requests for those who want to create their own little scenario ;).

MAJOR SHOUTOUT to @darling--core and her yandere jock character who was pretty much the entire inspiration for me wanting to create yandere content. literally messaged her and was like 'gurl can I use this as inspiration?' and she said yes so I'm very happy to share this with everyone now.

⚣ T.W. 🏈🎓 → yandere | MINORS DNI 18+ only | possessive & controlling behavior | a/b/o dynamics |

⚣ Words 🏈🎓 → 1.4k

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🏈🎓

Senior year is always the start of some bullshit.

Remy Griffin, upcoming class valedictorian, student council president, and recipient of various titles and awards is skilled at many things. Elected president of the Math Leagues for the last three consecutive years, he’s led his school to the national mathematics competition every year, never leaving with anything below 1st place.

He single-handedly rallied his school together for multiple protests, whether against unfair school rules or in support of a global cause.

He won his seat on the student council during his junior year, initially as the vice president, coming in 2nd behind Hoeniffer—*ahem*— Jennifer Farrow who was gunning for the presidential seat against him. He suspected the ho—girl of cheating and after thorough investigation and use of his charming Omega nature, he discovered it to be the truth. As a result, Hoeniffer was kicked from the student council, and Remy was elected to his rightful seat as President, with his close friend Dustin Bellerose taking his place as V.P.

There was nothing Remy couldn’t solve or achieve.

So why the hell couldn’t he manage to rid himself of the school’s most popular, yet insufferable Alpha, Hunter Ramirez?

Hunter held similar achievements to Remy, only his were mainly athletic. Captain to the football, basketball, and baseball teams since sophomore year. He’s led the school to numerous championships and has had college scouts from all over the country coming to see him play.

Yet, none of those things seem more important to him than obsessing and chasing after the school’s resident overachiever.

Hunter and Remy have gone to the same school since 1st grade, and as far as the Omega could remember, Hunter never showed him attention like this. Minus some instances where he noted the Alpha’s questionable behaviors, he never gave Remy reason to think he was an obsessive and controlling freak.

But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed signs of Hunter’s growing obsession with him as far back as freshman year.

It was relatively small stuff.

When the school year started and everyone was given their class schedules, that first week, Hunter would be in maybe two or one of his classes. Their sophomore year, he wasn’t in any of his classes. But every year, Hunter somehow ends up in most of his classes.

He even somehow managed to get into his A.P. classes, which confused the hell out of Remy because Hunter barely passed his regular classes to his knowledge, but it goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Either way, whatever classes Hunter ended up in with him, he’d act like it was a crime for anyone to try and talk to the Omega besides him. And there was never any possibility of Remy getting one of their other classmates as a partner for a project.

If the teacher left it to the class to choose their partners, Remy would try and get someone else to be his partner, but Hunter would come strolling overall calm and quiet and give the guy or girl one look, and they’d be scurrying out of their seats like mice. 

But if the teacher took it upon themselves to assign partners and gave Remy someone other than Hunter, it wasn’t long before he’d use the split personality that was reserved for adults and teachers alike to charm his way into getting what he wanted. Therefore, by the end of the period, Remy would have the Alpha as his partner, even if he tried to beg the teacher himself to let him keep his old partner.

That was just the beginning of Hunter’s seemingly back-then possessive attitude toward the Omega. But, little did he know of the other things that would follow.

Like members from the different athletic teams who Remy knew for a fact were either friends or associates of Hunter to a degree watching him in the halls, during study period, or in one of the few classes that the Alpha wasn’t in with him. It was like he could never be alone.

If Remy raised his hand to go to the bathroom or just disappeared somewhere, one of those jocks would suddenly be texting on their phone, then, two minutes later, Hunter would appear at wherever Remy was going with a smile that the Omega over time came to realize was only reserved for him.

Everyone else got his stagnant and bored face, which could be extremely intimidating since Hunter was very fit, very large, and generally just gave off silent but dangerous vibes. The adults and teachers would get his charming, pearly white smile, and that was only if the Alpha wanted something from them, like, say for example, Remy’s school file with his personal information like his address and phone number since the Omega wouldn’t give it to him initially.

In their eyes, Hunter was a good and noble student who was just looking out for his friend. And, even though school rules and the literal fucking law technically prevented this, Hunter did say Remy sent him there on his behalf. How could they not trust that innocent and charming smile of his?

Remy was still trying to figure out how Hunter got his number during junior year since he never gave it to him despite the Alpha’s numerous and persistent (almost considered forceful) attempts at getting it out of him. Hunter might have been an Alpha, but Remy was a stubborn little devil who never knew when to throw the towel in and would rather chew glass than even consider the thought.

Maybe that was why Remy seemingly couldn’t keep a boyfriend throughout his late middle school and high school years. Yeah, you heard right. Overachiever Remy Griffin whose schedule most government officials and CEOs couldn’t compete with also made time for romance and love. He was young. He liked attention. And most of all, he was horny. Sue him.

But, up until senior year, the Omega couldn’t name one relationship he had that lasted more than a month and where he didn’t get ghosted out of nowhere. It was almost like they were scared of him too. 

Whenever he would try to talk to them and figure out what went wrong, they’d take one look at him, glance around the room or hall and catch eyes with something and then hightail it off like someone lit a fire under their asses. And when Remy would glance in the direction they were looking before they took off, guess who’d he find giving him that smug little smile just a few feet away?

Hunter fucking Ramriez.

Remy almost bashed himself in the head for not recognizing the signs of the Alpha’s obsessive behavior toward him earlier, and most of all, not doing something about it.

Now, it was senior year, and Hunter seemingly upped his game tenfold. He was practically acting like the Omega’s boyfriend, husband, bodyguard, and controller all wrapped up in one deliciously tight, hot, and muscled package. 

Ironic as well when you consider the fact that the Alpha and Omega won ‘Cutest Couple’ in their class yearbook every year since freshman year despite Remy never remembering once even signing his name down on that blasted category. He always went for ‘Most Likely to become President’ and ‘Most Likely to be your Future Boss,' and yet somehow, his and Hunter’s name ended up in that section of the yearbook every year since they got their first ones in the 9th grade.

But, thinking about it now, it wasn’t that surprising, knowing Hunter’s influence in the school and the fact that he probably convinced bribed/blackmailed someone on the yearbook committee to put their names in. Another blatant sign Remy so ignorantly ignored.

And despite the Omega’s still strong feelings of aversion and disdain toward the Alpha, he couldn’t figure out if the jock was slowly starting to grow on him or if he just liked the attention.

Either way, Remy Griffin knew one thing. He couldn’t fucking stand Hunter Ramirez, and hell would have ice water and top-notch air conditioning before he let that smug and controlling Alpha think he’d just fall over and do whatever he said.

Remy was no punk, and he’d soon find out neither was Hunter.

“Me & Hunter? Sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” “You could pretend to like him.” “I could, but there’s a reason I never joined drama club.”

☀️ | YANDERE | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

#solar-wing ☀️ #☀️🪽.yandere #☀️🪽.omegaverse #☀️🪽.intro #☀️🪽.ocs #☀️🪽.txt #gay #hunter r. 🏈 #remy g. 🎓 #hunter r. 🏈 x remy g. 🎓 #yandere #yandere jock #yanderecore #yandere writing #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #male yandere #male yandere x male darling #male darling #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #yandere jock x male darling

[rottenpumpkin13]

SEPHIROTH HEADCANONS

[these are my headcanons, meaning the way I view him in my head and may not follow popular fanon]

↘︎ Sephiroth is a big enjoyer of puzzles of any kind. Mahjong, sudoku, jigsaw puzzles, riddles, you name it. He doesn’t see the allure of video games but will jump at the opportunity to play a multiplayer that has him competing against someone else.

↘︎ He’s generally a calm and intorverted person in his day-to-day life, but when angered he becomes scary as hell. For lack of better words, he shows signs of the in-game callous monster he is.

↘︎ He does have a sense of humor, okay?? It’s just what most people would describe as dark and dry. His kind of humor is saying the most off-hand comments with 0 expression and making people lose their shit. He is also proficient in sarcasm but has to be annoyed beyond measure to use it.

↘︎ He can drive, however friends and people who have previously been driven around by him refuse to do it again. He drives likes he’s playing Mario Kart while maintaining a scarily calm composure. He manages to do this while still abiding by the traffic laws.

↘︎ Sephiroth maintains a healthy diet and prefers not to stray from his strict regimen. Having said that, he will never turn down: a) Angeal’s cooking, b) pasta, c)sweets. 

↘︎ Due to his sheltered childhood, Sephiroth was never allowed to indulge himself in sweets and other junkfood like the other kids. So when he’s old enough to control his own diet, he includes moments of utter gluttony where he inhales candy like a madman. 

↘︎ “Sephiroth why don’t you cut your hair?” With his JENOVA cells? If he cut it shoulder-length one morning, it’d be down to his waist again by the following afternoon. After many attempts at keeping it at a reasonable size during his youth, he gave up. 

↘︎ Now he simply keeps it long because he thinks it looks cool. Vanity spares no one. He also has a habit of sitting on his hair accidentally. 

↘︎ He’s notoriously knows as being cold and unwelcoming toward people. However he does a complete 180° when he’s with his friends, and people have even reported seeing him act extroverted.

↘︎ Unintentionally a cocky bastard. 

↘︎ Sephiroth isn’t a very creative person, which is something he laments greatly. He isn’t apt at drawing, writing or anything that could allow him to express himself artistically

↘︎ Give our boy any mathematical equation though and he can solve it

↘︎ Sephiroth takes joy in fucking with troopers and other SOLDIERs. He loves saying weird and uncharacteristic things and watch the realization that he’s joking dawn on them

↘︎ Big into astronomy and loves reading books about it. And he has a disdain for astrology and thinks it’s nothing but drivel

↘︎ He abhors gossip and thinks it immature and unprofessional. But if you feed him certain tales he’ll become angrossed and not let you leave until you’ve thoroughly recounted every detail of it. 

↘︎ Claustrophobic. It may have everything to do with being given mako showers and being kept in those tight tanks for hours. He developed a certian disdain for being enclosed in tight spaces. He also can’t stand to wear multiple layers of clothing and can only handle one layer at a time. 

↘︎ Yes he likes cats. 

↘︎ People who say he’s humorless don’t know he once laughed so hard, he had to be sedated because he was on the floor unable to breathe. Context? Genesis angered a chocobo and it chased him for an hour. Angeal has it on video.

↘︎ Sephiroth can cook. How? Do you really think a SOLDIER trained to survive in the wilderness wouldn’t know how to hunt, prepare and cook his own food?

↘︎ That being said, he can only cook very basic things.

↘︎ He yells at the TV, but only when it’s a nature documentary and the prey is making unwise decisions while running away from the predator. 

↘︎ He makes overexaggerated faces while eating something he doesn’t like, but that’s as far as he’ll go complaining about food-wise

↘︎ Sephiroth’s favorite kind of gifts are the practical and functional ones like socks, blankets and sword oil. 

↘︎ Impulsively buys toys and childish knick knacks. Proceeds to keep them in a secret drawer with a lock and key. Don’t judge him. He’s making up for lost time.

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy #sephiroth #ff7r #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #sephiroth headcanons #ff7 rebirth #headcanons

[bbanghiitomi]

| friends? friends!

synopsis: hyein is your social butterfly seatmate, you are her token lone wolf friend; you are thankful for having hyein as your seatmate.

— nonidol!lhyein × nonidol!fem!reader

(⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠)(⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠)(⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠)(⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠)(⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠)

"is there anyone in this class who has a hard time with their eyesight? so we can change the arrangements of seats to accommodate them." you at the last row, not even just that, you sat at the corner, the last seat out of the class. you have bad eyesight, and sitting that far from the board is a pain in the ass. you hate having everyone's attention, but it's just that bad, you can't even recognize your teacher's face from your seat.

you raised your hand as you adjusted your glasses with the other hand. everyone looked at you, and you feel a certain acid boiling inside your stomach. god why can't they just mind their own business? you asked yourself.

"oh i see," your homeroom teacher looked around to spot a vacant seat and said. "is there anyone willing to give their seats up?" you winced, oh no — why did she have to ask? you know damn well no one would do that —

but you were wrong, a boy sitting on the third row beside a tall girl eagerly raised his hand. "me! she can sit here." he said, you felt relief wash over you as you took a deep breath. your teacher nodded and looked at you. "alright, thank you dongmin — y/n, please take your bag and come sit here."

you grabbed your books and bag, made your way to the middle of the class and even muttered small "excuse me" as you passed by seats. you reached the third row and the boy left, you placed your bag and sat next to the tall girl. "okay, is there anyone else who needs to change seats?" you looked around and saw no one raising their hands.

the recess came and you stayed at your seat, reading a book. your seatmate left with her friends, you couldn't bother looking for her, not alone even talking to her. it's not like you dislike her or anything, it's just that she seems a bit different from you, and you can't risk pissing off a popular girl.

mathematics, oh goodness, you hate and love this class, well first because you actually enjoy mathematics, and you're decent but at the same time you are not. there's no explanations, it's just the way you are with this subject.

your seatmate, lee hyein stared at the teacher, you don't think she's listening but you couldn't care enough as you are listening. you can sense the girl getting bored, tapping her nails on the wooden table. hyein looked at you. "hey, y/n." she whispered, you were quite surprised she even knows your name.

you raised your brows, but didn't look at her. she looks at the teacher for a second and then back at you. "you understand the lesson?" she asked, you looked at her and replied. "yes, why?" she sighed. "i figured you will." you ignored her and proceeded to take notes, while she took hers, you can't help but look at how she's scrabbling doodles on her paper, dozing off from time to time.

"y/n!" you heard the call of your voice, coming from the one and only, lee hyein.

you turned around and saw a bunch of students with their bags, classes have finished for today and you spotted hyein with some of her friends. "wanna come with us? karaoke night!" she beamed at you, her bag on her hands. you looked around, trying to find some confirmation that she was in fact not talking to you.

then you realized, shit. she is indeed talking to you.

you shook your head, laughed sheepishly at her kind invitation. you honestly didn't think someone like her would even bother inviting you, out of all people that is around her.

"sorry hyein, we have a quiz tomorrow. can't come, i have to study." you told her, while you pushed your specs up, hyein pouted and slumped her shoulders but then said. "well, maybe next time?" you actually didn't expect her to even think of asking you for another time.

but you nod, it's not nice to dismiss her approach when all she ever wanted is to be your friend. "yeah, maybe. have fun though." you told her and waved your hand. hyein grinned and waved hers as she strutted her way to her friends. "bye!"

you start to hear from people around you that she's only befriending you for the benefit of grades, but that's too mean! you honestly think she's nice, she lets you borrow her colorful pens, gives you space on the desk when you need it and even tries to start a conversation from time to time. she's active, and you are trying your best to keep up.

she's just a nice girl stuck inside the body of a queen bee.

"i forgot we have to pass notes today!" hyein looked at you with wide eyes. you shrugged, and looked around whilst wiping your glasses. "well, yeah? have you not finished yours?" you asked, one of the things you enjoy during classes are jotting down notes, when the teacher writes on the board you immediately pick your pen up and follow; it helps you memorize terms.

hyein lives a busy life, like the buzzing of a bee. she forgets things like notes, homework, quizzes, or seat works. you can't blame her, it's not like she's done anything bad towards people, she's never the type to shit on hard working students — in fact she told you once she's amazed by your intelligence. so as long as she manages her busy life and school, there's no problem.

"you can copy my notes." you told her, then passed her your notes, it's complete you made sure it was. there's still at least 4 hours before the teacher collects the notes and you are sure she can get them done in time. "thanks!" she hugged you and gladly took the notes.

you forgot your textbook, that doesn't happen, you swore you are never the type to be forgetful about school items. the worst part is that, it's the terror teacher's subject, she's seriously gonna shit in you for forgetting.

"oh no." you muttered, rummaging your bag for the textbook and to no avail, you sighed.

"what's wrong?" hyein asked you, blinking her eyes for a few seconds. she looked genuinely confused as she pulled out her textbook, you looked at her and winced. "i forgot my textbook, mrs. han would kill me." you sighed and rubbed your face with a hand.

"here." hyein stretched her hand and pushed her textbook to you, you held it and looked at her. "uh no! you should keep it, mrs. han would yell at you." you told hyein, trying to give her back her textbook but she only laughed at you when she saw your glasses tilted.

"yeah, i'll be fine. i promise!" she grinned, fixing your spectacles.

you honestly want to bury yourself in the ground right now. you looked down as you hear mrs. han scold hyein. "lee hyein, why would you forget your textbook hmmm? is your locker the one studying the subject?" you are so ashamed, you want to give hyein her textbook back but you know she'll only get mad if you do.

hyein shrugged, not a single fear written all over her face. "i'm sorry ma'am, i was at the cheerleading practice the whole day and i had to rush here immediately. don't worry, you don't have to shout at me because i guarantee it won't change a thing." everyone started whispering like a bunch of flies, you looked at hyein and saw her maintaining eye contact with the teacher.

mrs. han scoffed and looked away, slamming her hand on the table. "everyone quiet!"

that time, you knew you had to repay her; because if you were in her situation, you would've burst into tears like a toddler. "hyein!" you ran after her, she's with her friends and you would hate to ruin their time together but you really need to get the chance to thank her.

"thanks for earlier, sorry for that." hyein looked at you and laughed. "oh come on, you know that's not your fault right? everyone hates mrs. han, don't worry." you hear friends laugh in agreement. "i was wondering if i can do something to repay you." hyein shook her head and shrugged.

"you don't need to but if you really want to..." hyein looked at her friends and smiled, giggling. "come to karaoke with us! it's karaoke night!" her friends cheered, your eye twitched but you really can't say no to her this time.

"o-okay." you muttered, chuckling sheepishly.

"let's go!" one of hyein's friends yelled, her thick australian accent catching your attention.

you sat on the seat as you watched hyein and her friends have fun, there's a small smile on your face as you saw them dancing around and singing. they looked so fun, it's like nothing mattered outside — it's them inside this small capsule, singing songs and letting the time pass by.

"y/n come on! dance with us!" hyein pulled your hand, as she laughed. you hesitate as she danced, linking her arm with yours. you nodded and tried to keep up with her energy, but she's just so full of it!

hanni sang so loudly, yet her voice sounded amazing, everyone was having fun and you've never felt like this before — it's like your heart is thumping in happiness, you felt like you were on top of the world, free to do everything you want, let loose and have fun.

when you sat inside the train, you thought about all the things that you have missed in your whole 15 years of living, stuck behind a pile of notes, books, lessons that you will probably not be able to use after— you had no friends, no one to lean on, no one to cry to. everything flashed before your eyes, it's like you were never able to enjoy your time.

you can't believe it took you a popular cheerleader for you to realize how much time you've wasted, burying your face in books of all kinds, hoping it will give you the happiness you yearned for, letting the world's expectations get to you and now you're miserable.

you wanted to cry, but at the same time smile — laugh? it's so sudden, you're so happy you met hyein, you don't even realize it.

it's going to be hard to deal with this attachment, you're scared it's only one sided, but nonetheless, you were happy you never doubted her — happy you stuck by her side, you can never be not thankful for her.

"hey, y/n." you were arranging your notes when you heard hyein call for your name. you looked up and smiled at her. "ah, hi hyein, what's up?" hyein took a seat next to you and placed her bag on the desk. "exams are coming up and i have a hard time studying for physics and geometry," hyein started pausing just to yawn. "did you already start studying?"

now that you think about it, no — you haven't, you usually start studying five days before exams, you do it the whole day, non-stop. it's for the knowledge to get stuck inside your head, advance reading and for the lessons to be fresh.

you still have two days before you start studying. "no, i haven't yet. i'll start maybe, after two days." you tilted your head and looked at her. "why?" you asked.

hyein puffed her cheeks and sighed. "can i ask you a favor? can you please help me study?" she asked, looking at you with her signature pout.

honestly, she didn't have to give you the puppy eyes — you are willing to help her no matter what, it's not like hyein is a relatively hard person to teach, she's smart and can pick up topics fast. you shrugged. "i'm alright with that. the question is — are you willing to stay like morning until afternoon studying? that's usually my exam week routine."

hyein was taken back — the whole day? hyein's studying time is for a maximum of 7 hours with breaks a day.

but alas, she didn't mind if it's you.

"deal!" hyein smiled and held your hand.

you write the things both of you needed to review for geometry, there's a lot but most of the topics are pretty basic — you appreciate hyein's enthusiasm as she leaned in and tried to peek at your paper.

"i didn't know there were a lot of topics." you nodded and hummed.

the first few hours of you two studying together have been easy and basic — hyein listened very well and was eager to learn, you were eager to teach her, from time to time she'll get the right answers and you would ask her to explain how she got them.

it was already 4pm, you can tell that hyein is very worn out, like you squeezed all the brain cells left on her, you laughed as you watched her fall back on the floor of your room — groaning.

"gosh, you really tired me out there." hyein muttered.

"but you learned right? i think you're gonna do well in geometry, look you almost got everything right!" you showed her the paper and almost everything was marked correctly, you even pointed out the things she needs to improve and techniques to learn.

hyein smiled as she looked up at you.

"thanks, nerd."

you couldn't help but laugh at the endearing nickname, there is nothing you wouldn't give to be like this forever — to smile, laugh — be happy and create memories you wouldn't forget.

hyein has carved a special place in your heart, forever reminding you of what friendship is all about. showing you that no matter how different you are with someone, it will never stop you or them from being tied together by destiny. it's like finding tranquility in unfamiliarity, finding solace in darkness — in the middle of a quake, disaster inside your mind, you found a safe place you can always run to when you need it, or when you just want to.

just being thankful about hyein isn't enough, you wish to be with her no matter how crazy everything gets — and you can only hope she feels the same.

only the goddesses above know how attached you are with hyein.

that's just how you want things to be,

no matter how bad life gets,

no matter how heavy the world is on your shoulders.

you won't give up what you have right now for any amount of treasure the world offers.

#female reader #kpop imagines #kpop #newjeans #newjeans imagines #girl group #hanni #hyein #lee hyein #newjeans hyein #danielle

[rayshippouuchiha]

"Mathematics For People With Over Compensating, Arrogant Tutors Who Are Horrible Teachers And Worse People" Japan Edition.

The first one was in Italian and is one of Dino's most prized possession, along with the other books in the People With Overcompensating, Arrogant Tutors series.

PWOAT is incredibly popular as a series and has been for so long it got Internationally Translated.

Dino sleeps with a copy under his pillow even after Reborn leaves him

#RayRambles #KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #Dr Trent Acles AU

[cassandragoth26]

He had already said that he was going to release "Class of 00's" which is like the continuation of "Hidden Origins". What happened to Otto? Out of distress, he marries a girl… A girl who pretends to be a teenager when she is actually an infiltrated alien. Did Geoffrey continue studying in high school? Yes, he lives with Bob Pancakes and his mother, Stella and Mindy live there, but they hardly set foot there since they are at University (In this era there are "The Paragons" and "The Renegades", only before they were sims who wouldn't even imagine they were "Renegades" or "Paragons" asjdjasd or maybe "PowerHouse" or "Knights of the Hedges")

"Nancy Landgraab and Geoffrey Osteer-Weatherwax" Apparently the little witch likes the most arrogant, bitter, egocentric and popular cheerleader at school (Not counting girls like that, there are many). Let's say that Nancy's attitude doesn't help much, oops but she will soon like this boy (Of course, if not like Johnny and Malcolm exist (?)

"Bella Bachelor and Mortimer Goth-Cumplebottom" I don't have much to say about Bella and Mortimer, they've known each other since they were children, and they're in that "falling in love" stage. He can't stand his cousin "Astrid Crumplebottom", daughter of Agnes and Erik Darling, who now has a certain "Robert" as a stepfather. Not only is she capricious and conceited, she is the leader of the "Paragons". And girlfriend of the captain of the American football team, "Ian Murphy" (Ian Robles)

"Milangela Munch Bunch and Derek Golfo" Mila may seem a bit nerdy, but she is actually quite familiar in character… Who will she be? (COFCOFWolfgangCOFCOF), has Derek Golfo, a boy who is part of the Renegades, and apparently the most "calm" so to speak, he keeps bothering Mila, telling her his name, which she doesn't like Milangela, Seriously, she hates being called that.

Didn't you know this(?) Mary Hastings studies "Culinary Arts" at Britechester, while Jacques studies at Foxbury, from time to time they have their meetings at the bar, or go to each other's campus (Although Jacques is staying at the estate that belonged to his parents, sometimes he stops by his college campus just to be able to see Mary, since Fred (Mary's father) is no longer aware of her, although sometimes Eliza (Eliza Pancakes) is a little nosy and sometimes tells Fred the things that Mary sometimes does at university asjdasjd (That's how younger sisters are, right?) (And yes, Mary at University was quite scandalous asjdajs)

"Hikari Dawson and Ryujin Behr" These two at first glance seem like oil and water, but that's not the case, they have known each other since they were very young, since Hikari lost her parents when she was a baby, Ryujin's mother decided to be this girl's tutor, without knowing who would later be the mother of his granddaughters "Yuki and Candy Behr".

"Faye Harris and Cletus Spencer" Cletus is the leader of the "Renegades", so let's say that his attitude towards others is a little "different". But what he doesn't know is that Faye would stick to him like a piece of gum, bothering him several times and even throwing herself at him (Evidently Faye likes Cletus, but apparently he's not interested), she gives him gifts on Valentine's Day, who he accepts them, and then throws them away for being "cheesy." But little by little he will become attracted to this girl, to the point that she will renounce her leadership in the club…

"Estefania Loren and Brooklyn Walsh" Estefanía is one of those nerdy girls who likes video games (she even carries a gameboy in her backpack), chess, mathematics and studying A LOT. She is bothered daily about a small condition she has in her right ear (single-sided deafness). Those who bother her are those on the soccer team (Brook also belongs to the team, only if she bothers other teammates, she doesn't join). He met Estefanía one day when he was waiting for his father to come pick him up with Brook's younger brother (Brent Hecking), she was reading a book carefully, and without thinking any more, he sat down next to that blonde girl with colored glasses. black!. Which scared Estefanía a little, who reacted (According to Brook) in an "adorable" way. She (she ran out all blushing)

"Helena Rodríguez and Fabrizzio Rocca" Helena is engaged to "Roger Ember" who is the father of her son "Morgyn" (Morgyn Ember). The marriage will not last long, because Helena does not want to give up her career, she goes to live in Britechester with her son and from there she meets who years later will be the father of "Paolo Rocca".

"Dominic Fyres and Moira Newville" Oh yes… Moira is part of the "Renegades" hahaha, apparently Dominic is attracted to Moira, but Moira feels the opposite JSDAJSD (That will change over time uwu)

#nancy landgraab #geoffrey landgraab #bella goth #bella bachelor #mortimer goth #mary villareal #jacques villareal #hikari dawson #ryujin behr #faye harris #cletus harris #brooklyn walsh #estefanía loren #fabrizzio rocca #roger ember #morgyn ember #helena rodríguez #sims 4 #sims 4 townies #class of 00's #britechester generation 2000

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘Seeing the news for Hot Shot made me want Choices to go through a phase where they just put out different sports books. Like the wedding book phase they went through a few years back but with different sports. Imagine them doing one book about the MC being on a swim team but being the best at the one stroke they hate. Or a cocky basketball star who wants to be the center of attention and needs to learn teamwork. Or the world of ballet where the MC's best friends are also their biggest competition as they all fight to be a prima ballerina. If PB doesn't want to make the MC the athlete since since many sports aren't co-ed on a professional level and that could change the story, maybe the MC could be a Formula One fan who's afraid to be behind the wheel but is the STEMiest of all STEM people and uses their knowledge of mathematics, physics, and engineering to help the love interest become a top racer. Even some books that are clearly based off of popular sports movies like Bring It On or Cool Runnings would be welcome. Especially since this is an Olympic year, it would’ve been awesome to have a series about an MC training for the Olympics, competing to enter, and then going to the Olympics and winning/losing/getting a lower medal based on your choices. It won't happen this year, but maybe for the winter Olympics of 2026 or the next summer ones of 2028, our MC could participate in the Olympics as they actually happen. And Olympic equestrian or sailing book could make for a good gender of choice MC since those seem to be true mixed-sex sports where men and women compete directly against each other.’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#book idea #playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod bruffle

[endiness]

for people who actually care about basing their opinion off of all of the information instead of, idk, none or clickbaity article headlines... here is what tomasz baginski said in his interview when it comes to changing things from the books:

There is also the question of the recipient’s sensitivity. I often point this out to others [in the production team], such as how they simplify politics in the plot. We, Poles, see various political events differently because of our history and experiences. We see more nuances. Especially in the context of what is happening beyond our eastern border. We can recognize this gray area where various influences and powers flow. It is more understandable and transparent to us. For example, that this person is good and this one is bad, but also a little good, and here it’s rather gray and we understand why this good hero does some unpleasant things. We catch it in three seconds. I had the same perceptual block when I presented Hardkor 44 [a never-made variation on the Warsaw Uprising] abroad years ago and tried to explain: there was an uprising against Germany, but the Russians were across the river, and on the German side there were also soldiers from Hungary or Ukraine. For Americans, it was completely incomprehensible, too complicated, because they grew up in a different historical context, where everything was arranged: America is always good, the rest are the bad guys. And there are no complications. When a series is made for a huge mass of viewers, with different experiences, from different parts of the world, and a large part of them are Americans, these simplifications not only make sense, they are necessary. It’s painful for us, and for me too, but the higher level of nuance and complexity will have a smaller range, it won’t reach people. Sometimes it may go too far, but we have to make these decisions and accept them.

and here is the thing he said about tiktok in an interview over a year ago when talking about s2 because for some reason we're bringing this up:

BAGINSKI: I see the fastening of the processes Jacek Dukaj wrote about in his book – "Po piśmie" ("After the script"). We resign from cause-and-effect chains, from the linear narration. This book-like narration. When it comes to shows, the younger the public is, the logic of the plot is less significant.

INTERVIEWER: What is significant, then?

BAGINSKI: Just pure emotions. A bare emotional mix. Those people grow up on TikTok, Youtube, they jump from a video to video...

INTERVIEWER: You're talking to such person.

BAGINSKI: So, it's time to be serious: Dear children, what you do to yourself makes you less resilient for longer content, for long and complicated chains of cause an effect.

INTERVIEWER: You're talking about something else that's hidden between your words. What you mean is that you don't know how to make a show kids'd like to watch.

BAGINSKI: Generally, I try to know what people react to and like to watch. Long and complex narratives will remain, it'll be like a classic shelf in a bookstore. People will still read that, it will be popular at some point. But the edge of the mass audience is moving a bit into the a less linear narration, less cohesive one. I think it's inevitable. As reading is not natural for the human brain.

INTERVIEWER: Yep, you gotta learn it, it's hard.

BAGINSKI: Oh, in this sense, yes. You need a lot of effort to learn to recognise all these symbols. You probably don't remember that. If you're a genius, you read when you're 3. It's some big effort for your brain, moreover, it's not natural. The things we receive with our heads... There's nothing literary there. We have to learn literature. Learn to receive it and write it. It's like mathematics, a lot of abstract symbols you have to learn to recognise. People who understand it will remain, the people who work on narration, they have to work on texts. But, more and more people won't need it. Why write if I can record or say it? Why write if I can receive emotions in a different way. It's a controversial thesis. When Dukaj published it, there was a lot of arguments like: "But I still read! My friends, too!" However, we talk about trends in a scale.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, it's not about you or your friend.

BAGINSKI: We talk about global trends. The success of TikTok wouldn't be possible without that. It's happening. It's just easier to watch and click, watch another one, than read a book and follow all those twists and plots. We'll see how it goes. I think The Witcher is safe for now, there are still a few more years... Maybe it's because of the generation.

in either case, it’s pretty obvious he’s not blaming ~*~the fans~*~ for the changes the show made to the books but talking about how american/western media is made and younger audiences who grew up on social media in general.

#the witcher #tomasz baginski #tomek baginski #!txt: the witcher

[radical-revolution]

What is the secret of happiness? Russell's answer —

”The secret of happiness is this: Let your interests be as wide as possible, and let your reactions to the things and persons that interest you be as far as possible friendly rather than hostile.”

Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness (1930)

” ... the world may be plunged in war, knowledge in some direction may be hard to achieve, friends may die. But pains of these kinds do not destroy the essential quality of life.”

The Conquest of Happiness (1930) by Bertrand Russell pre-dates the modern genre of self-help popular/philosophy by decades. This work presents Russell's rationalist prescription for living a happy life, mainly the importance of cultivating interests outside oneself and the dangers of passive and base pleasure. The Conquest of Happiness (1930) is often cited as one of Bertrand Russell's most accessible and favorite books.

Excerpts The Conquest of Happiness (1930) by Bertrand Russell

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”If you are happy, ask yourself how many of your friends are so. And when you have reviewed your friends teach yourself the art of reading faces make yourself receptive to the moods of those whom you meet in the course of an ordinary day.

A mark in every face I meet,

Marks of weakness, marks of woe

says William Blake. Though the kinds are different, you will find that unhappiness meets you everywhere.”

— Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness (1930), Part I. Causes of Unhappiness, Ch: I, What Makes People Unhappy?, p. 9

”The secret of happiness is this: Let your interests be as wide as possible, and let your reactions to the things and persons that interest you be as far as possible friendly rather than hostile. The world is vast and our own powers are limited. If all our happiness is bound up entirely in our personal circumstances it is difficult not to demand of life more than it has to give. And to demand too much is the surest way of getting even less than is possible. The man who can forget his worries by means of a genuine interest in, say, gardening, or the life history of stars, will find that, when he returns from his excursion into the impersonal world, he has acquired a poise and calm which enable him to deal with his worries in the best way, and he will in the meantime have experienced a genuine even if temporary happiness.”

— Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness (1930), Part II. Causes of Happiness, Chapter X: Is Happiness Still Possible?, p. 140

”I was not born happy. In adolescence, I hated life and was continually on the verge of suicide, from which, however, I was restrained by the desire to know only more mathematics. Now, on the contrary, I enjoy life; I might almost say that with every year that passes I enjoy it more. This is due partly to having discovered what were the things that I most desired, and having gradually acquired many of these things. Partly it is due to having successfully dismissed certain objects of desire — such as the acquisition of indubitable knowledge about something or other — as essentially unattainable. But very largely my current happiness is due to a diminishing preoccupation with myself.

Gradually I learned to be indifferent to myself and my deficiencies; I came to centre my attention increasingly upon external objects: the state of the world, various branches of knowledge, individuals for whom I felt affection. External interests, it is true, bring each its own possibility of pain: the world may be plunged in war, knowledge in some direction may be hard to achieve, friends may die. But pains of these kinds do not destroy the essential quality of life, as do those that spring from disgust with the self.”

— Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness (1930), Part I. Causes of Unhappiness, Ch: I, What Makes People Unhappy?, pp. 18-9

Image: A rather cheerful Bertrand Russell in his private study at his home in Penrhyndeudreath, Gwynedd, United Kingdom (1959).