#this is the game I was talking about that made me fall in love with

[hqbaby]

seven — i have a secret

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 2k content. profanity, FEELINGS FEELINGS FEELINGS

You met Satoru by chance. Or at least that was what you thought until he confessed three months into your relationship that he’d devised the whole thing.

“You’re not serious,” you said, gaping at your boyfriend. “You couldn’t have planned that.”

The two of you were sitting in his car, seats reclined backwards as you shared a bag of fries and passed a milkshake between one another. The speakers were blaring a hodgepodge playlist the two of you had made, one you’d both added all your favorite songs to with no rhyme or reason that resulted in an eccentric mix of ‘90s rock, rap, and—courtesy of Satoru—Britney Spears’ entire discography.

Things were so much simpler then. Better.

“I planned it all!” he told you, laughing as you continued to stare at him in bewilderment. “I had a massive crush on you, what else was I supposed to do?”

“I dunno,” you gestured frantically, “maybe talk to me like a normal person?”

He snorted. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“You wouldn’t have given me the time of day!”

You gasped in faux shock. “I totally would’ve!”

He pointed the fry he was holding at you in wild accusation. “You turned down everyone who asked you out,” he said, all matter-of-factly. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, princess.”

You shook your head, grinning now as your boyfriend stuffed a handful of fries in his mouth. He’s such a boy, you thought.

“Let me get this straight,” you said as you sat up, placing your hands on your lap. “You took a class that isn’t even in your curriculum, purposely bumped into me after a game, proceeded to tutor me for a whole month just to ask me out?”

He shrugged, beaming proudly at his apparent job well-done. “What can I say? I’m a mastermind.”

You tossed a fry at him as you laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I believe ‘amazing’ is the right term,” he said, sitting up now too. He leaned in towards you and brushed a strand of hair from your eye. Quietly, he added, “And you were totally worth it.”

His lips met yours and you swore that if you died right then and there, you’d have died happy.

What a shame it all had to end.

Your neighborhood is safe. Well, that’s what you tell yourself when you go rogue—against all of Maki and Nobara’s insistence and all your empty promises—and decide to go on a run in the dead of night.

You don’t usually take this kind of risk, resorting to early morning jogs before class or training, but you couldn’t sleep anyway and the tournament is coming up soon. You’ve never been one to half-ass anything, so you have no intentions of half-assing this. Safety be damned. You’ll run if you want to run.

The streets are still as you make your way around the block. You circle the park, the cluster of houses, the apartment buildings. There’s a convenience store that’s still open—you wonder what it’s like to work there, to tend to an empty shop. Maybe it isn’t so bad a life. Maybe you wouldn’t mind winding down in your old age and owning a 24/7 convenience store. Maybe you’ll have grandchildren by then, but that would require children and you don’t necessarily want to think about that just yet.

You distract yourself with the different sights, the mindless thoughts, the grocery list of things you need to buy the next day—anything to not think about the fact that you’re absolutely exhausted and could pass out at any point in your run.

You haven’t slept much since that brief reprieve afforded by Sukuna’s company a few days ago. You’ve gone to classes, dutifully attended meetings for your organizations, religiously beat your body into perfection in training. At this point, you’re just running on auto-pilot.

You wonder when this will ever end.

You circle back to the convenience store and your foot—so tired, so susceptible to minor inconveniences now—catches on a stone on the ground. At least you have enough foresight to land your ass.

It’s then that everything crashes down on you. You can do nothing now but sit on the ground and wearily massage your legs as you wait for the last bit of strength to return to you, just enough to make you get up and walk home. You just sit there, on the pavement of a dark street, fully aware that it’s probably not a good idea but also fully aware that you don’t have it in yourself to care.

You pull your phone out of your pocket. There’s a text from Maki asking if you placed the orders for the shirts you’re selling at the children’s rights fundraiser. Right. You forgot to do that. There’s a text from Kento asking if you have notes from that one class the two of you share. An email from Yuki with the details of the tournament. A meme from Sukuna, an image of a clown with the accompanying message “u.”

Then there’s the text you’ve been avoiding.

satoru <3 : can we talk sometime?

You should really change his contact name.

And it’s like the universe hears you. You don’t know if you’ve ever fully bought into the whole “the universe is listening” thing, but you might just become a full-fledged believer, because as soon as you look up from your phone, you find a figure walking through the shadows towards you.

A random straggler maybe? A murder with an axe? One of those zombies that keep chasing you in your dreams?

You know who it is as soon as the first bit of light from the dying street lamp hits his hair.

Satoru.

He’s walking with his hands in his pockets, head hung low like he’s tired or thinking or both. It takes him a while to even register your presence. It’s only after you put your phone away that he looks up, alerted by the slight movement.

His eyes meet yours. Blue piercing straight into you, like he can see your thoughts. Like he can read your mind. You always suspected he could.

“Hi,” he says.

He’s standing a few feet away from you, close enough to take in your weakened form but far enough to run away if you decide to lunge forward and strangle him for whatever reason.

You lift your hand, a tiny wave. “Hey.”

His eyes scan your body, already checking to see what’s happened. He notices your legs spread out on the pavement, the bags under your eyes. You look okay, though, he thinks. Not in any immediate distress.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. His voice is unsure, afraid of entering the realm of familiarity, uncertain if you want him there.

You shrug, “Oh, you know. Just seeing the sights.”

He nods. “Right.”

“You wanna sit with me?”

The question isn’t so much said as it just flies out of you. A natural thing, to pose this question. Akin to asking about the weather, akin to how you used to tell him you loved him. Exactly what was expected, exactly what it should have been.

His answer is just as expected too. “Sure.”

Satoru steps closer and crouches down to sit in front of you. He sits cross-legged, placing his hands on his knees as he looks around hesitantly.

“It’s really late,” he says.

“I know.”

“It gets dodgy here at night.”

“I know.”

“You shouldn’t be out by yourself.”

You crack a smile at that. “I’m not alone now, am I?”

Satoru looks at you incredulously before smiling too. “Maki is so gonna kill you if she hears about this.”

“Then don’t fucking snitch,” you warn him. Your words are harsh, but your tone is light. Easy. “I’m already in hot water with her.”

“What did you do?” he asks. He relaxes a little, placing his hands behind him and leaning back. “Did you lose her sweater again?”

You roll your eyes. “That was one time.”

“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head. “I remember at least four times you came to me all panicked because you didn’t know where it was.”

“To be fair, half of those times I was just looking for an excuse to talk to you.”

He raises a brow. “You’re kidding.”

“Not,” you tell him. “You’re not the only one who made shit up to talk to their crush.”

The two of you laugh, remembering that horrifying period of time before you got together and routinely embarrassed yourselves for one another. 

You know this whole thing, laughing on the street with the boy you broke up with less than a month ago, should feel wrong, at the very least awkward. But it doesn’t. When you look at Satoru, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles, you can’t help but remember just how much he meant to you. Maybe just how much he’ll always mean to you.

Satoru shuffles closer and says in a low conspiratorial tone, “I have a secret.”

You pretend to look around, check to see if anyone is listening. Then, you ask him, “What?”

He moves closer until his face is just inches away from yours. And he says the words you already knew he was going to say.

“I miss you.”

You let out a breath.

“I miss you too.”

You both lean forward, close enough to feel his breath on your lips, but not enough to touch his. His hand reaches for yours and squeezes it, holds it to his chest. There’s comfort to his touch, a familiar warmth. One that you’ve loved for a while now.

“‘Toru,” you say quietly.

“Yeah?”

You wonder if he can hear your heart pounding through your chest. You suspect that you can hear his.

“We can’t do this.”

His eyes flicker to your lips. You can almost read his mind. Why can’t we?

But he pulls back and so do you. He lets go of your hand, nodding as he takes his warmth away with him. There’s disappointment in his expression, but also a deep understanding. A deep knowledge that this isn’t right. You can’t do this.

You wring your hands and turn your gaze to a receipt on the ground. It lists a very specific assortment of things: a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of water, some lube, and a teddy bear. It must be Valentine’s Day somewhere.

“You’re good, right?” you find yourself asking. “With… Kimi.”

Satoru hums. He’s avoiding your eyes too, lost his footing in this whole interaction just like you. “Yeah, we’re good,” he says, words leaving a pit in your stomach that you try to ignore. “And you’re good with him?”

There’s a venom in the way he says the last word. As if he means to say, you’re good with him—him of all people. The scourge of the earth, that’s probably all Satoru can think about when he even considers the idea of Sukuna.

You nod. “We’re good too.”

Satoru’s eyes search yours and you do your best to hide the fact that you’re lying. You already know what he wants to see. He wants to see that you’re miserable without him.

That you made a mistake.

He doesn’t find what he’s looking for, so he just clears his throat, looks away, and says, “Good.”

You pull your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. Suddenly, this whole thing feels like the kind of wrong it always was.

“You should go,” you say.

Satoru shakes his head, standing up and dragging you up with him. “I’m taking you home.”

“Satoru, it’s fine—”

But he won’t hear it. He’s already holding your hand and pulling you in the direction of your apartment building. As much as you want to, you don’t necessarily have the strength to argue with him, so you let him lead the way, one painful step after another.

When you get to the front of the building, Satoru drops your hand and motions for you to head inside. “Get some sleep.”

You turn to the door, then you hesitate, looking back at him. “Satoru.”

“Yeah?” His voice is soft, like he’s worried it might scare you away.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His eyes widen just a bit as he tilts his head. “For what?”

You swallow. “For everything.”

You don’t expect him to smile, but he does. It’s all gentle and sweet. It’s exactly the way he’s always looked at you. The way he probably always will.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, princess,” he says. “It’s just the way things are.”

notes. if there’s one thing i know about me when i’m writing my love triangle fics, it’s that i refuse to let either side go down without a fight 😌

ALSO FINAL REMINDER THAT THIS SERIES HAS SMUT, so minors sincerely fuck off please, i'm not responsible for what you consume online.

#hqbaby.miu #hqbaby #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW//Dubcon, learned helplessness, slut shaming, manipulation, obsession, This is not a nice pookie he’s very disturbed, pnv!sex, forced orgasm, he does touch the clit, overstimulation, drooling, dacryphilia, angst, Criston stop mentioning her family challenge

A/N: I was feeling evil. Anyways word to @starogeorgina for the chain in mouth idea

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The gold hands kept your mouth open, drool dripping from your stretched lips. The Lord Commander was in a dark mood. He’d been taking it out on you, one of the ladies-in-waiting…truly a political hostage. His calloused hands hiked up your dress to expose your ass and cunt. You squirmed under his heat and touch.

The worst part of it all. He knew you. Your elder brother Alan trained with him at Blackhaven, they fought off the Dornish together in the wilds. You’d danced with a younger Criston Cole as a girl. He was much kinder then, almost shy, nothing like what this monster was.

You’d been reduced to a fuck toy.

A gloved hand pressed you down, your elbows painfully hitting his desk, spilling some ink across the table. Ser Criston snapped, smacking your ass, “Be godsdamn still.” You whimpered softly, teeth painfully biting into his chain. He sucked a dark mark on your neck, then another, biting down. The knight left marks no dress of yours could hide.

He was possessive, it wasn’t a well-kept secret around the keep that Lord Commander Cole was fucking Lord Tarly’s daughter. Court whispers assumed it was a sort of revenge for Alan Tarly flying black banners. He would shrug in public, sneering and declaring you a whore like the Queen your brother rallied for. He’d jest he wouldn’t touch you with a lance, dark eyes shining with mirth.

Criston’s hands ran up your trembling thighs, one of his thick boots kicking your feet apart. You remained still as the sounds of him jerking his sword belt off, pulling apart the bottom half of his white gambeson filled your ears. You whined, tears dripping with your drool onto the desk.

You cried because he still made you aroused, even after all of his mean mind games and brutal fucking. Some nights he would finish off and wipe you clean, petting your hair and talking about the Marches. His dark eyes would gaze at you…then slowly Criston would become so aggravated he would kick you out in a frenzy, your clothes barely back on.

Criston huffed, sliding the blunt tip of his prick against your swollen folds. One of his hands reached for your waist, gripping at the soft flesh there. Cole breathed, “You’re always so wet for me. What would your late father think? His sweet ‘maiden’ daughter taking cock like a whore. At least Sam and Sansara have a sense of aligning with the correct house.”

Only a mournful noise fell out from behind the golden hands, more tears falling down your cheek at the mention of your elder sisters. Criston sheathed his cock, grunting at the immediate feeling of velvet walls and hot slick. He gripped your chin, dark eyes peering at your tears. The man dropped your face, lips turned downward in annoyance.

He began to fuck you in earnest, hips clapping against your ass. Criston hissed, “You’re always crying, if it wasn’t so pretty I’d ask if you get tired of it, Lady Tarly.” You moaned softly, scrunching your eyes shut. He made your head spin— desire and disgust always at war.

Criston began to wind your bouncing braid around his hand. The Lord Commander growled as you cried out, “Hush— keep the damn chain in your mouth.” You miserably nodded, whimpering as his prick dragged against your sensitive walls. Criston groaned, fingers digging into your waist, hand tugging at your braid as he drove himself into you with abandon.

The sound of your wet cunt squelching around his cock could make you sick. He loved it, purring, “Hear how needy you are for me? You can’t deny it, your slut cunny sops for my cock.” You sobbed in frustration, heaving under him, pressing your forehead to the cold desk.

Criston panted against the back of your neck, biting once again, lapping afterward in a rare act of kindness. He nosed down your shoulder, leaving sore marks. Occasionally it felt like he left a kiss— but he’d never do that. Ser Cole told you he wasn’t going to be some soft-hearted lover, you were a body for him.

His hips stuttered as his gloved fingers felt around your mouth, feeling your swollen lips and wet chin. Criston groaned something unintelligible, digging his sharp hips into your giving flesh. His breath quickened, feeling your pussy pull and squeeze at his cock.

You whined and shivered again, his cock rubbing your walls, building hot friction. So good. Filled you perfectly. It made you want to heave. More pathetic noises fell from your lips as he got back to driving into your slippery cunt. Criston huffed, “Needy little whore loves my prick huh? Alan would be disgusted if he found out.”

You sobbed softly between helpless cries, Criston fucking you deep and rough. He panted in your ear, the hand in your hair dropping, shoving under your dress. His fingers slipped through the mess of your folds— slick with your juices and Criston’s copious leaking.

It was foreign and strange, the man had never put anything but his cock between your legs. He remained suspiciously quiet, leather-clad digits rubbing the neglected nub that made you whimper and shake down to your thighs. Criston laughed as you trembled and sniveled, drooling more.

“Am I the only one to have touched your pearl? Gods, ruined you all by myself. No one will marry you. No one wants a used and stained lady from a disgraced house. Shitty excuse for a marcher house, suckling the Tyrell’s teat,” he seethed, spittle flying from his clenched teeth.

You sucked in a heavy breath, deeply upset yet unable to think with the way he was pulling and thumbing your sensitive little nub. Criston moaned, dark hair tickling your cheek, “Fuck, keep squeezing me like that.” His nose brushed your skin, mouth dangerously close to your own.

You began to feel the sparks of a peak building fast in your lower belly. He was much too warm, too close, fingers too insistent. Crying out sharply, bucking under Criston, you sobbed in overstimulation. The knight only moved faster, hissing for you to shut up.

You garbled out a weak ‘no’, Criston laughing as he dug his cock deep inside of you, bumping against your cervix. The man had to hold you down, grinning in excitement as you whimpered and cried, the orgasm shoved through a wall of pain-pleasure. He gasped hotly against your wet cheeks. Another noise drew deep from his chest, almost pained.

Your cunt fluttered as you gushed around his cock, sight going fuzzy as you sobbed through the forced orgasm. Criston moaned in ecstasy, his hand dug so hard into your waist it would bruise. His legs trembled against yours, the knight drawing out with a low whine.

He didn’t stain your dress for once. You slumped against the desk— ashamed and disgusted. Your chest felt hollow, your stomach a pit of swirling emotions. Criston threw something to the side as he panted. He took the chain from your teeth, chuckling in amusement. Your jaw ached as you worked it, wiping your wet chin, stomach twisting further in knots.

The Lord Commander had tucked himself in and strolled to the grand chair across the desk. He sat down, eyes on you, frustratingly imperceptible emotion in the dark orbs. Pushing yourself up, you wiped the wet spot from your drool and tears with your dress. You knew you looked a mess and felt like one.

You gave him obeisance, hoping to leave quickly and lick your wounds, “L-Lord Commander.”

Criston absently shined his chain, a strange look upon his face. He grumbled, “No, you stay Tarly.” Your confusion was evident as he huffed, face twisting in annoyance. The knight snapped, “Get over here and stop sobbing…it is…grating.”

He was in one of those odd moods. You came around his desk, praying he wouldn’t make your sore jaw work again by warming his soft cock with your mouth. Criston wouldn’t make eye contact, absently staring at his chain while his gloved hand patted his lap.

You had no other choice but to obey, holding your sobs in with shuddery breath. Criston snatched you onto his thighs, your body facing his. He wouldn’t look at you, lips curled downward, face heated. You gingerly laid against him, closing your eyes and pretending it was a lover’s embrace. He smelled too familiar for the fantasy to work.

He stiffened when your arms wrapped around his neck, head pressed into his warm neck. Criston returned to shining his chain, arms on either side of you. His breathing was deep and rhythmic, yet his heart thudded rapidly. You were angry at yourself, livid, but the soft touch he allowed was pleasing.

Of course it felt pleasing— you ached for kind gestures, starved for love. Criston murmured, “You felt good…you are good.” You felt his head tilting to nuzzle your own. The Lord Commander sighed, one of his hands dropping to rub your trembling back. He seemed on edge, left leg tapping.

“You make me so…so,” the knight paused, “Nevermind, just be quiet and still.”

⋆---–---⋆ ⋆ ---––——––------––——––--- ⋆ ⋆ ---–--- ⋆

It was a shame you were a traitor by family. Criston’s mind warped between obsession and revulsion. He wanted to choke the life out of your pretty neck. He never did. That would mean being alone. The Lord Commander couldn’t stand to be alone and you were the sweetest thing, even back in the day visiting Horn Hill.

He felt your tears as he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. Maybe one day you’d see him and smile.

#read the trigger warnings #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #criston cole x reader #ser criston cole x reader #crazy bad mean pookie #tarly!reader #angstFEST

[motherofdogs1010]

Of Messiahs and Seeds III (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: The game has begun of one monarch against another, and with the fate of the colonies at play and winter fast approaching, Y/N is forced to think of hard decisions to make just to keep her people safe.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW dark!fic, obsessed Paul, yandere! Paul, eventual forced marriage, eventual pregnancy, talks of war, eventual NONCON/DUB CON

Dividers @firefly-graphics Banner @vase-of-lilies

Part I Part II

The Apollo Colony was the first to lose contact and it felt like the beginning of a long game; one where Y/N knew her rule was soon to be tested.

And the dreams had only gotten worse and more frequent; Y/N found that practically any time she closed her eyes, Paul was there to whisper in her ear and it was beginning to be difficult to figure out what was reality.

Y/N looked at the heirloom crystal in her hand as she sat on her balcony; she wondered how her mother would be handling this right now.

The moon hung bright and full as always with her scaly children sleeping below as she stood up, her nightgown clinging to her body as she saw the city around her with the people happily bustling around for the night life.

She sighed as she walked into her bedroom, winter was coming in a few weeks and the winters were always harsh on Terra M above the equator. It looked like a tundra when the winters arrived and felt like the inside of a ice cube, which prompted so many resources to keep everyone afloat.

Paul felt pleased with himself as he sat in his room, the hologram of his future bride in front of him. He had invaded her dreams, filling them with their promised future that he had seen; he could practically feel her hair through his fingers, and hear the newborn cries of their son as he came into the world.

It was all falling into plan, Terra M was about to go into its harsh winters and be left vulnerable if he was correct. They heavily relied on their built-up resources to make it through the three-month-long brutal winter since the population lived above an equator.

Those dragons of his beloved would go into hibernation underground; that would leave one defense gone and away. He wouldn't dare to hurt them, they were an extension of his love and he knew how she cared for the scaled beasts.

"Paul", his mother said as she entered the room.

Her blue eyes bore into his as she said, "It's been taken care of, Irulan will no longer sand in your way."

Yes, everything was falling into place.

There was just one final thing left to do...

The smell of ash made its way into her nose as she felt the harsh winter air against her skin, she breathed out and saw her icy breath as she exhaled. Her skin prickled from the cold as she looked around, seeing the white, virgin piles of snow around her as she tried to get her bearings.

"Hello, my love."

Quickly turning around, Y/N saw him, saw Paul standing there with his cheeks and nose pink from the cold.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, "Terra has done nothing to the Empire."

"It isn't what Terra has done, but rather what you have done, my Queen."

Paul slowly began to circle her, the crunching of snow under his weight as he did. Snowflakes fell at a soft, slow pace as he spoke, "You have overtaken my mind, left me vulnerable to feelings that I thought I was immune to feeling again."

"That is not my fault", she argued.

"Oh, but it is", Paul smirked, "your very existence is your fault and that is something that your people will pay for."

Jolting awake, Y/N found herself alone once more as she scooted up the bed and pushed her hair back. She tried to steady her breathing as she felt as if it she looked out into the darkness, she would be able to see the glimmer of him smirking.

🌎

"We must devise a plan", Sir Lance argued, "they have taken the Apollo Colony. The only logical choice for them to grab next is the Athenian Colony and we must devise a plan of attack."

The Council meeting was buzzing with ideas, and arguments of what to do as Y/N listened to the proposed ideas. It was true, she needed to confront the Empire and its might but it has to be logical, fool-proof.

"Lord York", she finally said, the man looking at her. "Get as much information on the Great Houses and the Empire's armies. There will be a weak spot."

"And once we have the weak spot, your grace?"

"We rip them out like a weed, one by one."

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey, it's the DM anon. Sorry if I come off as too pessimistic, but I just want to address the reblog post

"Armand in the show doesn't need someone to introduce him to the modern world. He's already familiar with it."

This was kinda the point of my message. The main reason why the Devils Minion chapter is so popular is because it's not just a cat & mouse thriller; it's also a sitcom about a "normal" boy teaching a powerful 500 yr old immortal all about the modern world - the perfect blend of horror & romantic comedy. Logically I always knew that some of the relationship would be cut or altered when they adapted it to the show, but it looks like they're cutting all of the fan favorite scenes. (I will forever be bitter about losing 'Call Paris for me')

My fear is that the writers will change everything that made Devils Minion, Devils Minion. Whatever relationship Armand & Daniel have on the show will be brand new. I may be jumping the gun, but they've already changed the 2 reasons why Armand chose Daniel as his human companion in the first place:

1. He needed someone to teach him about the modern world and as the reblog stated, he no longer needs that. Which means we also won't get my other favorite scene: when Armand drags Daniel out of bed and demands he show him things in the city. He won't need to do that because he will already have explored these cities with Louis

2. He liked that Daniel wasn't afraid to stand up to him. But from everything the show, reviewers, and Eric has told us, '73 Daniel was just a bumbling idiot Yes Man. Where's the challenge?

And now we know that Loumand had several relationships with humans throughout the decades, some of whom got to live out their lives unharmed. So Daniel isn't even special, he's just the latest. Idk how the show expects to sell ArmanDaniel when they've erased everything that made them unique.

I know Assad talked about Armand's fear that Daniel knows Louis more than he does and the reblog thinks that might be the reason Armand falls for Daniel, but I'm nearly positive Assad was talking about Dubai Daniel not SanFran Daniel. The only connection Louis & Daniel seem to have in the 70s is their love of drugs, since one reviewer talked about how they're both fucked up during the first interview. I doubt young Daniel could stay sober long enough to have a meaningful conversation with Louis, let alone a meaningful relationship. So why exactly would Armand be attracted to him? I really hope the writers give us a real reason that's more than just "he likes him in the book. Y'all do the rest"

Anyway, thanks for allowing me to rant

:) All good.

But... I honestly would wait till the season has run. I do trust them when they say episode 5 and 8 are the game changers.

I know it's hard to stay calm when you have waited for so long to see a realization of something at all.

And... I don't think the "you can fuck them and I can eat them" humans (I hope everyone caught that line and that they attributed that to Lestat in s1^^) were anywhere close on the level Daniel will be.

I really don't.

Daniel is definitely special, as the interview in Dubai proves, imho. But... the timeline is different, that's all. Give it some time.

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[042502]

☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The Unwritten Rule.

about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.

author's note. This is the chapter 5, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English, you will read this under this warning. masterlis!

My parents agree that I go with Anna, although my father reminds me to come home for dinner.

"Well, you don't have to," Mom says, but I know how much it means to this cooking thing.

"I'll come, before dinner."

She sighs. "Okay, I want to try my pizza recipe one more time. You don’t care, do you?"

I shake my head, because even though bread and pizza don't sound like a good diet, it's pretty hard to say no to pizza, which is, essentially, several layers on top.

Anna's house is being cleaned when we get there, and she stops and talks to the two women doing it, they're in the kitchen, scrubbing.

"I thought you were going to Rob's soccer game," she tells one of them, who shakes her head. "Our car broke down again, so…" and he shrugs. The other, who is older and has hair that has been bleached, with thick black eyebrows that are most obvious since she has bangs that fall to meet them. "Thanks for the other day."

Anna shakes her head. "Was nothing. My mother... Have you seen her?"

The one with the dark eyebrows shakes her head. “I heard it though. It's been upstairs since we arrived." Anna turns to me.

"let's get ready."

"So, how did you do it?" I ask her as we go straight to her room, and she looks at me over her shoulder.

"What are you taking about?"

"The woman in the kitchen thanked you."

Anna shakes her hand, telling me. "What, Mabel? I just took her and her mother to the doctor the other afternoon."

"That was nice of you," I say, and Anna shrugs.

"It is not a big thing. I didn't want to do homework and I really wanted a cheeseburger, so it's not like I was going out anyway.”

That's classic Anna. She will do something nice and then pretend that she did it because she had something to do, and the nice thing just happened. We became friends because of that, in fact.

In elementary school, my best friend was Brittany, who told me we were best friends on the first day of school and hit someone's front tooth with a ball "by accident" afterwards. I was afraid of her, that she liked Brittany because it meant she could tell me what to do all the time, which she did.

But when I had been in elementary school for a month, I had gone to the doctor twice, once because he got a piece of foam up my nose. Because Brittany had told me to do it, and the other one because something had stuck to my order. Again, foam and Brittany, and I was waking up every morning with a stomach ache.

I had gone to class one day, shivering a little as I waited for Brittany to find me, and Anna came toward me.

"I lost my pencil, it has a little star on it. Can you help me look for it?"

"No," Brittany said, coming towards us, and Anna didn't even look at her, she just smiled at me and spoke to me again. "Please?"

I turned, because of course I wanted to help Anna find her pencil. She was pretty. Everyone wanted to play with her. And he never made anyone foam up their nose. Or the ears.

"No!" Brittany said again, very loudly this time, and gave me an I'm going to hit you look.

"You have to do it," Anna spoke to me, and finally looked at Brittany. "Miss London told me when I asked her."

"No, he didn't," Brittany accused.

"Go ask her" Brittany frowned, looking towards the teacher, who she didn't like very much.

"A pencil with a star on it is stupid, like you," Brittany blurted out with a cocky smile.

"Come on," Anna spoke to me, as if Brittany hadn't said a single word, and when I followed her to get the pencil, she whispered to me that she actually had a spare one, and if I wanted it. I turned around, and she spoke again. "Will you sit next to me during history class?" In that moment, I never had to listen to Brittany again.

She was now free, and Anna was the only one who had made it so. She saved me once, when we were in fifth grade, I asked him why he had come to me that day. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Because Brittany was so mean to you! And I had a pencil to get rid of, remember?"

I had turned and looked at Anna's dress, where I knew she kept the most important things, and I saw the pencil with the little star on it with a little stuffed cat that her father had given her. I loved her so much then, and I still have my little star pencil at home, tucked in a drawer of my desk.

"And good?" I look at my friend. To the girl who was nice to me because she saw that I needed someone to help me. To the person who knows me so well and has been a big part of my life that dating other people has never seemed important or even necessary.

He smiled at her and she pointed to her neck. "You see it?"

"No," I reply, because she's figured out how to delete it. "It's gone."

And it's true, not just because of the makeup, but because I won't think about it again. I won't think about kissing Chris again either. I will be a true best friend again.

“Okay," she turns toward the door, waiting, and I see her swallow. "We better get going."

Her mother is not downstairs, and the cleaning people, who are now gathering their things and preparing to leave, tell Anna that she is outside.

"You look well."

The girl with dark eyebrows also joins in. "He's right, you look beautiful."

“Thank you," Anna responds. "Do you have everything?"

The girl nods.

"Great. I regret last time, if I had enough money..." he looks at me. "I’m really sorry that my mom was so busy at work that she couldn’t answer my calls."

"Don't worry about it, darling," the woman with dark eyebrows spoke to her. "You're not supposed to pay us. Shall we see you next week?"

Anna turns around and then heads to the deck behind her house, opening the glass door that leads to it. I follow her and take a look as she walks into the sunlight.

Anna's mother is standing on the deck, carefully inspecting her suit, smoothing out the sleeves of the black silk blouse she is wearing.

"I don't think the dry cleaners ironed these correctly. These cuffs don't look stained at all to me. Do they look ironed to you, Anna?"

"They look great. You look great," my friend responded, and her mother shrugs and looks at her feet.

"And what about my shoes? I bought them yesterday and they looked fantastic in the store, the saleswoman said they were made for my feet, but now I'm thinking they may be too pointy. I don't want my feet to look pointy."

"They don't look like that, Mom," he sighs. "You really look great. Where are we going to meet dad?"

"Uhm?" Now he finally looks at his daughter. "Oh Anna, I told you not to use that color eye shadow. It makes you look tired.”

"I'm sorry," he clears his throat. "Where are we going to meet dad?"

"If he comes, we will see him in the cafeteria."

"If he comes?"

"Well, I had to call the lawyer again," explains Anna's mother. "Your dad is behind on his child support payment again, it doesn't matter that he is raising you, in addition to the increase in work and he doesn't have time to remember his responsibilities."

"Oh” she blurted out. "I'll call him to see if he's coming."

"I might have to go to work later, because things are crazy there, as always, and I have a ton of things to finish before the meeting next week. Call me if he comes and I... Well, we'll meet you there because he and I need to talk and he'll invade me, like always, unless I'm with you." She kisses Anna's cheek before walking past me towards the house.

Anna looks out at the yard, her back very tense, and I know she's trying not to cry. I know he needs a minute, because he always needs a minute after talking to his mother. Just being around his mother makes me miserable. I don't know how Anna will handle it. I look back and inside her house, I see her mother reverse her car into the garage and drive away.

"I better call my dad" Anna spoke a few minutes later, her voice was dull, her eyes did not meet mine.

"Alright."

So we headed inside, to the kitchen. Anna calls her dad as I sit at the kitchen table. The conversation is quite short.

"Hello, I'm Anna. Is my father there? Oh. Did you leave a number? No? Okay, thank you. What? No, I am fine Thank you. Tell my dad he shouldn't make you work on weekends! Bye bye!" He hangs up the phone and moves his fingers along the kitchen counter.

"He's busy," he says after a few minutes. "He's showing a lot of house today, his secretary says it was a last minute thing" he looks at me. "I bet you anything they'll end up going to court again."

"Oh, Anna" I approach her to give her a hug. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," she sighs frustrated. "It's happening that the only time I see my father is when my mother makes me go to court so she can show the judge that she is raising a teenager on her own and is not getting anywhere near the amount of money she should."

"You could go look for it," I propose, and she shakes her head.

"If he wanted to see me, he would" he looks away. "Can we go back to your house?"

"Sure" I know how Anna endures life with her mother. How he endures never seeing his father. You have no choice.

Back at my house, Anna helps my mother examine the serving trays again and I watch them, to my mother asking Anna about school and Chris, Anna beaming with attention.

"Well, it will be eight weeks soon" he spoke. "That's the longest I've been dating anyone. Let’s do a two-month anniversary!”

"He seems very nice," my mom comments, carefully inspecting another tray.

"It is," he says. "The day after we first talked, he actually followed me here and called me. Isn't that sweet?"

I swallow and look at my hands. They are turned into fists on the table, he forced me to relax them.

"It's lovely," my mother smiles. "Adi, what are you doing tonight?"

"Homework."

"You can't do your homework alone on a Saturday night." Anna intervened. "You can hang out with me and Chris."

No, no, no.

"Okay, because every date needs three people," he spoke sarcastically.

"We're just going to do homework at my house," my friend confesses while looking at my mother. "I swear, Chris studies even more than Ada. Sometimes when I'm around them I can feel myself getting smarter. So, I really need her around me all the time, right?"

"Well, I think you're already very smart," my mother answers, and Anna smiles at her with an intense shine, so happy.

"Oh really?"

"Of course, but if you want Adi to go with you, that's fine with me and thank you for helping me with the inspection of all the trays.”

"I like doing things like this" Anna smirks at me. "You see? Your mom wants you to come" he stands up and pulls my arm to make me stand up. "Let's go up to your room. I need to fix my eye shadow and stuff.”

"Okay, why do you want me around again when you're supposed to be with Chris?" he asked her once we got to my room and she borrowed some eyeshadows from my mom.

"I just thought it would be fun for us to hang out like we did last night."

"But we didn't really hang out last night," I frowned. "We went to a party" I try not to look indecently at her neck. I try not to think about any of that.

"We did more than just hang out. We watched a movie first, remember? And it's not like you haven't hung out with us before. You even came bowling with us on our first date. Well, it's not our first official date, but you know, you were there.

"Everyone was there, Anna. It was the school's founding party. Even my parents were there!"

I remember that night. I remember how Anna had come with us because her mother was working late, as always, and that's why she, my parents and I had been bowling. My parents even played pretty well, for them, and then Chris had come and said hello.

"Hey, Ada, Anna," he greeted. "How's that going?"

"Fine," I murmured, remembering the party we'd been at last night. How he had talked to me and then left with Anna. Like she had called my house that morning and I had thought for a crazy second that she had called to talk to me, but then when Anna heard me say "Chris?" He had grabbed my arm, smiling openly.

“Ada, he called me here! Even after I just mentioned in passing that I would probably see you today. He totally likes me.”

"Wait, Anna's here" and I passed the phone to her, plastering a smile on my face when Anna had laughed.

"Well, maybe I'll see you tonight at the bowling place" and he spun around in a circle and then ended the call. "Everything looks so much better all of a sudden." notice how Chris blushes at Anna's words.

"Oh, thank you," he replied, as he stood up and pretended he wanted to watch my mother try not to land her ball in the gutter.

I had ended up spending most of the night practically glued to my parents, pretending I didn't see Anna and Chris talking just a few steps away from me.

Chris had tried to act like he wasn't just there for Anna, which was nice of him, but her silly questions of "How are you? Are you having a good time? Did you have a good time last night? I'm sorry we couldn't talk more, which wasn't a question and was just him being nice since he ended up leaving with Anna as soon as she had arrived and I had him. Was all he asked, as if Anna was so self-conscious that she couldn't think of anything to say but the same thing over and over again.

Finally, Anna spoke up. "Uh-oh, see how Ada's face is all scowled, Chris? She only looks like that when she's upset. Ada, is she ruining your bowling concentration?"

"Oh" Chris muttered. "I didn't mean to, I mean, I was obviously talking, but I didn't mean to bother you."

"I'm fine," I replied. I tried to be as careful as I could, and I saw Anna whisper something in Chris's ear.

Chris was very red, but then he looked at Anna. She smiled at him, her smile was for him, and when they left a few minutes later, I pretended to be fine. I had automatically hugged her, but I didn't hear what she whispered. I couldn't bear to listen to it.

He had pretended not to take Chris's arm and walk away with him.

I cried because of what it felt like that night, the next day Anna told me what happened.

I had sat there, listening to her talk about Chris until I was sure she was a thousand years older and the universe was on the brink of death, but it had only been an hour. Just a little hour, and when Anna left to get ready to meet Chris, who was going out with her for pizza, "Just him and me!" I curled up in my bed and waited so I could cry again.

I never did it. I was too sad for tears, hurt in a deep, nameless way that made me feel ashamed, Anna was my best friend, and angry, I had talked to the first one! Why hadn't he wanted to continue talking to me? Why? And in the end, I just walked away from everything.

"Hey, you have to get ready to go out," Anna spoke to me. "Oh! You should wear your purple shirt. It looks good on you."

"I really don't think I should go" I sit on my bed. "Last night was weird enough and..."

"Weird? Why was it weird? Do Chris and I seem weird? Does he seem weird?"

"No" she's paranoid.

"Something was weird, I know," he sighs. "Your face is all stiff and I know what that means. Are you sure he didn't tell you anything about me?"

"Does that really matter?" raise your voice "I mean, hey, it's not like you were thinking about him all night, Anna. You were with Mike, remember?"

"I wasn't with him," he says, his voice high-pitched. "It was just, you know how things happen sometimes, right?" He walks away from the sideboard and sits next to me. "Ok, You may not know, but if you were dancing with a really cute guy and he was telling you how great you were, wouldn't you like it?"

Part of me wanted to scream, "No, I wouldn't! Because I'd be happy with Chris!" But another part of me knew exactly what he was talking about. Remember how you wanted things you shouldn't do last night. Like I did things I shouldn't have done last night.

"I might like it," he murmured, and she sighed, resting her head on my shoulder.

"It's not Chris who's being weird," he still kept his head on my shoulder. "Well, yes it is, but it's okay. Yesterday, he told me he wanted to talk at school, and I know what that means. Before and I just... I'm the one who says I want to talk." He sits up, leaving my shoulder. "He can't break up with me, Ada. I like him and I don't want it to end yet. That's why you have to come tonight. If you're there, the two of us can't. I'm going to let him see how great we are, and then everything will be fine.

"But..." Could he be right? Could Chris want to break up with her? Anna had never lost a guy until she wanted him gone.

"So you're coming tonight? Please, please, please" Anna asks. The one who is always perfect and who always knows what to do, has some tears in her eyes. I nod and he hugs me. "Thanks, all you have to do is hang out with us, and that's not much, right? Besides, it's not like you have anything to do anyway."

"True" thanks for reminding me that I don't have a social life.

"Hey, don't say it like that. You just need a guy who likes you and it'll happen. You'll see," she fanned her long mascara-laden eyelashes at me. "What does the eyeshadow look like?"

"Wonderful" I reply, I stand up to look at myself in the reflection of the mirror. "And what about me? How do I look?"

"Like Ada" stands behind me, hugging me and smiling at our reflection. "Like my best friend."

Not wonderful, not even pretty. I see myself as myself, whatever that means.

I know what it means, and it's not good. Ordinary and boring.

Alone.

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[writergracethepanda]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥 Secret Shanghai Edition

the character everyone gets wrong

Marshall. He is canonically an excellent cook, s why are we convinced he'd set something on fire if left alone in the kitchen?

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

no comment

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I have seen Alisa and Phoebe shipped (let aroace people live and bisexuals are still bisexual even in a seemingly hetero relationship) or those takes I've seen on TikTok of people shipping Rosalind and Benedikt and Celia and Marshall if I weren't on my computer I would put sooooo many barf emojis here

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

luckily nothing yet I believe

worst discord server and why

mine with my friends its sooo annoying how we have incredibly amazing and intelligent and sometimes incoherent conversations like guys we're the worst (sarcasm)

which ship fans are the most annoying?

like I said, anyone who ships the above things needs to stay 10 feet away from me at all times and undergo intense media literacy training

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

I think everyone's answer for this is Oliver. I'm so sorry we (especially me tbh) did you so dirty pre fhh I promise we've learnt our lesson!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Oliver loves cats. incorrect. Cats are his entire life. there is a difference, and we need to recognize it.

worst part of canon

roma and Alisa's dad just disappeared before I could beat him up

worst part of fanon

we're too funny my stomach literally hurts from laughing too hard sometimes. Seriously though, the above ship takes that make my blood boil, as well as some complaints about how a lot of us talk about how we think certain characters are neurodivergent/disabled. While I think some of those are actually considered canon, I don't understand why people are so made that we (a relatively neurospicy bunch) are identifying the parts of characters we relate to and labeling them. We're doing you no harm and not interfering with your ability to enjoy the characters. Shouldn't it be a good thing that we're able to identify with the characters? Just mind your business. (also anyone who erases Rosalind's and Alisa's aroaceness that is indeed canon and I hope both sides of your pillow are too warm)

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I don't think any

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't think anyone hates these guys, but why don't we ever talk about the couple from LVC? They were so sweet, and I'm kind of sad we didn't get any mention of them in FHH.

worst blorboficiation

I feel like a bad Tumblr user, but I don't know what this means. is this like uwu-ification?

that one thing you see in fics all the time

@typingwithmyhandstied 's GENIUS

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Juliette always has the appropriate amount of knives thank you very much for that guys :)

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I personally don't get into the Rosalind is a vampire thing, but I'm cheering you guys on from afar (im just not into vampires lol)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

idk I should probably work on my university au

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

the fact that not only did she feel comfortable falling asleep around Orion (see one of @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist 's recent posts) but Rosalind was also muttering in French in that scene. Her dominant language. She was both out of it enough/comfortable enough with him that she dropped the I was raised in American fake accent and just started speaking normally in this essay I will- basically we need to talk more about the use of multilingualism in the ss books

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

past me would be horrified to know that I like Oliver now

part of canon you found tedious or boring

I think TVD can be a bit boring sometimes, but that makes sense, since it was Chloe's debut, and she's grown immensely since then

part of canon you think is overhyped

the seagreen trio is overrated (they are literally my favorite characters)

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THE MULTILIGUALISM

ship you've unwillingly come around to

Olivercelia. Like I said, I was his strongest hater pre fhh. Now I see what she clearly sees in him.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

discourse on ss Tumblr is mostly joking. my personal favorite is when @marsneedstherapy and I pretend to yell at each other in different languages

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"no one appreciates x enough" I do. I love them.

#enjoy this took me all afternoon #chloe gong #secret shanghai #foul lady fortune #foul heart huntsman #writergracethepanda #these violent delights #our violent ends

[everoutoftouch]

#this is the game I was talking about that made me fall in love with #whimsigothic #whimsigoth #nancy drew #message in a haunted mansion #first image is found on Pinterest and second is just from the official site

[velvetjune]

the chapter songs in Alan Wake 2,, flawless

#they deserve more love and discussion #saying this while also not knowing what to say other than they’re so fucking good #alan wake 2 #i think it’s partially because poets of the fall’s tracks are iconic so of course they’re in the spotlight (as deserved) #but also the CHAPTER SONGS. them being made for a given chatacter(s) with the help of Sam lakes poetry #the changes with ‘this road’ by Poe with every Alan chapter. becoming more distorted and revealing lyrics and the spiral #the scratch song being 1) hilarious and 2) similar to Zane’s poetry in the aw1 arg #the emotion in superhero when saga feels lost at the story making it so Logan was gone #the lines of her feeling like a ghost in this story forming around her.. how she feels guilty and absent for both what the story’s doing #and being away from Logan because of her job. ashdhhhhjhh my heart #AND. follow you into the dark HAS to be alice. which kills me because at for at I thought of Alan #but no. Alice jumped in the dark place after him. it’s so !!!!!!!!!!! #the rabbit hole line. Alice spiraling deeper and deeper into a dream—into wonderland #the Lost at Sea one is also good. intrigues me. the Bowie and Lynch references are blatantly aw2 Zane #but it’s so similar to diver Zane and the ‘originals’ death. being lost in the dark place with illusions of escape #and losing any sense of identity. whether he’s real at all or the monster of this sea or just a lost soul. #the soft and calm vocals / instrumental really makes the whole thing #NEED to stop typing more tags because this is a Lot. however. #‘no one left to love’ is also a phenomenal song and one of my favorites from the album. GORGEOUS vocals and how it all flows together. #such a powerful and beautiful way to end a chapter #anyway that’s all I had to say :) #god. I’ve started to watch a few playthroughs of the game and 90% of people have skipped the chapter songs and every time im #that’s fair but my brain and soul might implode if I don’t see anyone else talking about how good these songs are

[sysig]

Anyway, back to testing (Patreon)

#Doodles #Portal #GLaDOS #Chell #Curiosity Core #Space Core #Cave Johnson #So many GLaDOS'!! She needs all the <3 #And then also featuring some others lol ♪ Replaying 1 really made me want to fill out the cast a bit more! #I'm still the most used to drawing her Portal 2 design tho - which is a shame because her 1 design is so weird!! I like it :D #I still haven't given her a proper study but I do like how in the audio commentary they talk about how she has a feminine edge hehe #She does! They did a good job with her design ♪ And improved upon it in 2 I think :D I still haven't gotten to that audio commentary #I'm so curious as to what they'll say about her there hehe ♫ But I'm still just playing normally for now! I forgot how much longer it is :0 #I tore through it the first time so now taking my leisurely time feels funny haha ♪ I am enjoying myself tho :3 #Anyway!! Back to what I love about 1 <3 <3 Her tone switch literally Always has my heart ♥ Ughhh I love herrr #I also quite like Chell's design from both games :) I wonder if GLaDOS keeps making remarks on her appearance because of the changes :0 #She does have fuller cheeks in 2! She's not as gaunt - and she looks like....made-up? Make up made up? Y'know? :0 #Not that we get a particularly good look at her in-game but hm! The differences #As well as in her long-fall boots! The braces really were just stuck on her legs in 1 weren't they :0 No wonder the Curiosity Core was rude #I do really love the Curiosity Core tho haha ♪ Probably my favourite canon Core :D I think she'd get along well with Space Core lol #And then leaving off with that one little human-GLaDOS headcanon thing I posted about! Impatiently lol #I made these like The Day after posting that I couldn't help it I was too deep in the paint XP It was fun ♪ #I really do think she'd look so much more like Cave still! Especially after replaying the bit where he says to put Caroline in ''his'' place #Is that retrofitting? Was it designed with him in mind initially? Hmmmmm #I also figure if I'm going to give her a human design I might as well go the whole way and not just slap robot parts on her face lol #It's hard to imagine her with two eyes tho! Like I might even go so far as to say she can have three eyes but not two! Only one or three #Her third ''eye'' would be the mole next to her eye lol - how would her vision work in that case :0 #Would she have panoptic depth perception or like triple vision or what?? Or maybe just leave her with one functioning eye lol #Handplates!Gaster-core (Core lol); turtlenecked one-eyed evil scientist with labcoat lol #Y'know it's funny - when I first drew GLaDOS several years ago I compared her to Gaster at the time too. Huh. Sure that's nothing :)

[trash-bin-ary]

O_O act 5 somehow this has gotten more depressing

#in stars and time #this is a post i made #I’ll look it up later but just for ease anyone have a transcript of that really long sif thought that it automatically scrolls through that #ends with kill him multiple times #okay yeah this is my liveblog post anyway #me when I’m frin and I mess up all of my friendships •.• #I mean understandable they got like a billion mental illnesses during these loops #actually more like sif when things fall apart: teehee #also can we talk about the music cause it is So good and I’m pretty sure there’s 2 versions of the dormant song and the alt version fills me #with fear and sadness #o_0 uhhhhhh how long this go for I’m not having a good time (yes I am I’m so intrigued and love this game so much) #jfc sif you’re killing me #:000000 a) hey red! b) holy duck this music is great #this game glitches sometimes and I have no idea if it’s on purpose or not

[jamiethebeeart]

(Ref/insp: 8eyestheband on youtube/tiktok - the conversation mashups and the song association game) supplemental info/explanation in the tags

#spinnerdabi #mha spinner #dabi #dabi todoroki #shuichi iguchi #bnha spinner #bnha #mha #people in the comments of their videos keep talking about how they look at each other/ship them and I of course went “how can make this lov #which spiraled to “who do i think would/could sing with spinner on camera” and went not shigaraki (rip) and landed on dabi #i cannot defend this because its purely based on gut feelings #(im not a spinnerdabi shipper but this just fits for me... i may or may not draw more for this au) #so! conversation mashups: take two songs and “what if they were a conversation” so its a back and forth mashup #im obsessed with the i will wait/dial drunk and this town/stick season ones. #the song association game: person gives a one word prompt and they have to think of a song with that in the title and sing it #first to think/sing a song with that word gets the point #anyways i feel bad for them :/ so many ppl in the comments are talking about them romantically and im like Stop It!!!! those r real ppl!!!! #but the premise of band members falling in love with one another and balancing that with their public image? obviously v v v good au fuel #i even made band au stuff back when it was popular on mha cosplay tiktok (with aizawa) and now im revisiting it :))) #in this au im imagining shigaraki as aro/ace (just because) and handling the behind the scenes stuff. lighting. camera. social media. ect. #these tags are a mess lmao #do you guys see my vision? do you get it? #im planning on a toga duet one rn #(now i hear ya: why not compress? well :) i feel like he'd be a prev boy band member turned solo artist. v flashy v performative) #toga would def be an online singer (lots of covers. lot of gay/bi covers of straight songs. some original stuff. maybe some makeup videos?) #oh! she'd pull uraraka and deku in for a make over. thatd be v cute. she'd have 2 persuade both of them and uraraka would be quicker to agre #idk where twice would fit in. magne would be a makeup artist (for her? or other ppl? idk but she'd rock a social media platform) #mustard? i feel like he'd be a minecraft streamer or smth #kurogiri would somehow be teamed up with compress from time to time. #not to get too korean drama-y but afo feels like a management company person? he's got a spotty track record w recruits tho so hes a lil sus

[ni-kol-koru]

1, 5, and 13 for Hayama ^^

Yayyy, more Hayama questions! My moots know me so well! 🧡✨

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Oh boy. Where do I start?

Well, first of all, I obviously like the character. Not like, I absolutely adore the character. Why? I don't know, I just do, and I always did. I think I will explain the process of how exactly I fell in love with his character, because I think it's a big part of why I like him and explains some things.

Ever since he appeared on the screen for the first time, ever since I heard his voice for the first time, I knew he was going to be one of my favorite characters. Something about him was special, and I couldn't really tell what, but something felt different, and refreshing. His first appearance was so short and yet so impactful, and it left me so curious. I could simply not wait to learn more about him and see if I would really love his character as much as I thought I would.

Then, the Rakuzan-Shutoku match came up, and my Shutoku heart was broken in advance because it was almost obvious that Shutoku will just be used as a tool to showcase Rakuzan's power and greatness. While I was sad to watch Shutoku lose, a side of me was curious to learn more about the Uncrowned Kings, and especially Kotaro. Then, the scene where Kotaro is yelling about how strong their opponents are and being excited about facing them had me thinking 'What a sweet and cheerful guy', and that was a first green flag for me.

The episode kept going on and the match was progressing. Kotaro didn't do anything special yet, and oh, Shintaro is getting doubled teamed and the ball is in Kiyoshi's hands. His opponent is that cute blondie I have my eye on. Well, that was my current favorite character, Kiyoshi, against that new guy, Kotaro. Kiyoshi passed Kotaro with ease, and I was like 'Seriously?', but still found Kotaro's amazed expression and mood after being passed amusing and interesting. He was like a puppy, he was there for a fun time. Green flag. Then, Kotaro was being scolded by his teammates, and he didn't seem too bothered by all of their complaining. I really thought he was so cool and chill for being able to take criticism so easily, and I loved it. I already liked him a lot.

Then he destroyed Kiyoshi like he was nothing. And he also showed that he can, indeed, be serious, and that he has a pretty special and cool skill. I was biased, and I thought that Kotaro was a heartless bastard for a long moment... He was still pretty cool, and his dribbling was pretty cool. He was just talented, he was just better. That didn't really make him a bastard. Well, my bias was still on Kiyoshi's side, but Kotaro was cool. That was my mindset until pretty much the end of the Rakuzan-Shutoku match.

I don't really know the order of events in the WinterCup finals, but I remember how I felt about them. So, yeah...

Then the WinterCup final match started, Kotaro was against Taiga. Immediately, everyone figured out he was kind of powerless against a Miracle like Taiga, so he switched positions with Seijuro and disappeared for a while. I remembered being very disappointed and sad that Kotaro didn't even try to face Taiga... I just really hoped for a comeback.

Of course, there was a comeback! When Kotaro asked for Taiga to add Senpai to his name I chuckled. He wanted respect, and I sort of respected him for that. In their duel, it was revealed that Kotaro has animal instincts! He was also compared to a cheetah, which is one of my favorite animals since I am a kid. That was a pretty nice coincidence! I was also pretty surprised by how fierce, serious and vindictive Kotaro could be. I remember thinking 'What a dude', in a good way of course.

When Rakuzan entered the zone and Kotaro faced Taiga again I remember cheering for him so badly! When he yelled 'Comeback time!' I was like 'YES SHOW HIM'... Unfortunately, Taiga was still quicker than him and stopped him. Still, that was a cool moment, and I remember being so hyped up about it.

When his showdown with Shun happened, I really loved how Shun's and Kotaro's personalities clashed. I was pretty much on the edge of my seat as long as they were in the main focus of the episodes. It was intense. I loved how Shun made Kotaro go all the way out and all of his skills were super cool and flashy, my little self was blown away! I loved how quick and decisive Kotaro was, and I really enjoyed seeing people cheer for him, too. His proud smile made me feel things.

That moment where he was called 'The Raijuu' and he was all pressed about it was also pretty cute and funny! It also reminded me that he was just a happy and silly guy!

When he laughed at Shun's pun my heart melted. I was happy that someone appreciated Shun's genius and creativity, and I was so happy that it was Kotaro. What a sweetie cutie pie he is.

When Shun and Tetsuya forced Kotaro to get into Taiga's field of defense and he was defeated my mind just went 'Oh no'. I remember being really bummed out that Kotaro was stopped after everything.

In the next moment we saw Kotaro being all angry, clenching his fist with steam coming out of his head, I remember stopping for a moment. His internal monologue was sort of making me feel like he was going to break something, or someone. Then, he took a deep breath and stopped. That impressed me a lot. Yet again, I was like 'What a dude'. I loved him.

At some point in the match, I noticed how supportive Kotaro was of his teammates. He was cheering for them, praised them, comforted them, calmed them down when they were angry and expressed his concerns when they seemed like something was wrong. Made me think of how observant, open, genuine and close he actually was with his teammates.

And then he kind of ruined it.

Whatever Kotaro said about his Senpai was disrespectful as heck, and it got me thinking how merciless Kotaro can actually be. I was pretty pissed at him. Still, the match continued with Chihiro in it and the Uncrowned Kings played with him well. The moment when Seijuro lost his cool and started making mistakes and Kotaro calmly said how there was no point of keeping him on court made my jaw drop. Disrespectful. Rude. Cold. Distant. Made me realize just how goal-oriented Rakuzan players could be. Still, couldn't blame him, or any of them. The motto of their captain and school is literally about how winning is everything and only the results are what matters in the end.

When everyone started cheering for Seirin after Shigehiro's speech, I just remember being extremely bummed out. The moment 'power of friendship' was introduced and everyone connected and formed that friendship WiFi zone, I could tell who the winner was, and I was not so impressed. Until the end of the game, I could see that everyone tried their best, and after the buzzer beater, I remember being happy for Seirin. They did it! They won! I was happy for Tetsuya and Shigehiro and Taiga, I was happy for Teppei, Shun, Riko and everyone, but when I saw the devastated looks on the faces of Rakuzan players, I still felt bad. I've been there, too. I know how much the feeling sucks. Failing to be the best when it was expected of you. Being so close to holding the golden trophy, but having the silver one put into your hands.

I remember that I was sad that the series finally ended, and I needed a moment to collect myself, I needed a little break.

After all of the feelings and impressions settled and calmed down, and after a lot of thinking, I just decided that Hayama Kotaro was my favorite character. It felt right.

When I realized that there was nothing else left of the anime, and that there was no more Kotaro screen-time, I decided to research about him and see what's up with him in the books, CDs, games... That was the absolute best decision ever.

His Wiki page and Character Bible sheet reveal so much about him, and I remember being super excited to learn everything there was. Learning what his name meant was so cool. His motto ('Strike while the iron is hot', which translates to 'Куј гвожђе док је вруће' in my native language) was a line I had in a school play when I was a kid. He liked kappamaki. He was into skateboarding. He had two older sisters. He liked World History... I was so happy that there was so much more information about him, his personality and his private life. I loved literally everything about him!

Then, I discovered The Replace Plus novels, special CDs, video games... Little pieces of information regarding Kotaro's personality and life were scattered here and there, and when I found them I was so excited and I cherished them like gold! I loved having a clearer idea of what kind of a person Kotaro was, what he did, how he lived...

It was still the golden era of KuroBasu, so I could easily find bunch of fanart and fanfiction related to Kotaro. I could also find friends who also had him as their favorite character! I was a little shy on the Internet so I didn't really meet a lot of people, but I had a few friends who I would talk to about him. We discussed his personality, made up headcanons, made our own fanart, one of them wrote fanfiction... It all just brought me closer to him and his character.

Every now and then some lost or rare piece of KuroBasu media gets uploaded somewhere and I learn something new about him! The KuroBasu crew is also working hard on new lines of merchandise, and sometimes, Kotaro makes it to the lineup! There is a chance we will get to learn more about him in the future, and I am here for it. In the meantime, I will enjoy drawing him and writing about him, and I will incorporate everything I already know about him!

Well, what more can I say? I just love everything about Hayama Kotaro. He is really special to me and he is my biggest comfort character ever. I will always have a little space in my heart for him! 🧡

I have a few canons about Kotaro that I found over the many years of being in the fandom that I would like to share!

He lives in the dorms and his roommate is Mibuchi Reo

Akashi Seijuro considers him a very close friend, putting him in his most intimate circle of friends

He has very stretchy cheeks and is very aware of his facial muscles, which allows him to make funny faces

He once ate snowballs

He is pretty bad with technology (mostly because he has no patience with it)

He has a bad poker face

He dislikes his UK nickname, 'The Raijuu', because it makes him feel like a tiny, rare beast

He can wiggle his ears

When someone is taking a photo, he has to get in on the action

He plays video games online with Mibuchi Reo

He is a gymnast and he does Horizontal Bar

He knocked out Nebuya Eikichi when he played the role of Mibuchi Reo's husband for Akashi Seijuro's movie

When he speaks he uses a lot of modern slang words

He lets Mibuchi Reo do makeup on him

He spends his free time by skateboarding around the neighborhood

In his original color scheme he had platinum blond hair and black eyes; in manga he always has his eyes colored fully black

In his original design he had two snaggle teeth and spiky hair at the back of his head

Hopefully there is something new in here that you didn't hear of! These are some of my favorite and random canons about Kotaro that people don't usually talk about!

5. What's the first song that comes to your mind when you think of them?

It is one of my favorite Japanese songs from one of my favorite K-POP girl groups: 'Happy Happy' by TWICE! When I first discovered this song and watched the Music Video I was melted away by the vibe! The beat was so cute and bubbly and the MV was so colorful and cheerful and adorable! It just put a huge smile on my face, just thinking about the song right now is putting me in a good mood!

One of my first thoughts after I finished watching the MV was 'Kotaro would eat this up', and honestly, I still think he would. Whenever I listen to that song I think of Kotaro, and if someone uses the words 'Kotaro' and 'song' in the same sentence, 'Happy Happy' starts playing in my mind.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon, and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

The emoji that reminds me of Kotaro the most is probably this one: ⚡! He is known as 'The Raijuu', which means 'Lightning Beast', so the lightning emoji is an obvious one that would remind me of him!

He would definitely use lots of different emojis while texting, and would sometimes send the most specific and random emojis that exist. He just likes to add fun and color everywhere, even to the simplest messages! Another thing I think he would do when texting is just not use capital letters or any symbols like question marks and commas correctly. Capital letters for yelling, and commas and question marks when it feels right. While writing the words, he is thinking of what emojis to use, not about if his message is grammatically correct, readable or understandable. Of course, I think he would use slang while texting, and would use a lot of abbreviations like brb, lmao, wyd, ily... A lot of people don't know what he's trying to say a lot of times, but Kotaro would just find it funny!

'we had homework 😐❓📚🖊️ lmao'

'ok mum 💐😋👌💖'

'im at the park,, hbu 🛹😎🏀🍃'

'TF THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN BRO 🤨❓❓❗'

'i disagree w u!!! 👎🚫😃'

'actually reo i think its UR time to buy groceries + im kinda broke rn and ik u got money 🥦🥬💰 also buy me kappamaki pls 😘💗'

#knb #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #hayama kotaro #hayama kotarou #thank you dearly for this askkk #also how do you explain why you love a character?? #like I JUST DO. #well still that's my story i guess #i guess the process of falling in love with a character is a big reason of why we love a character #i hope the canons are interesting!! #some of them are from the special cds #some of them are from replace plus novels #and of course some of them are from the games #still can't believe people don't talk about skater boy hayama #one of my favorite things ever #anyways for the song #i had to play it #made me so happy happy #<3 #AND FOR THE TEXTING #kotaro is just a teenager #i unfortunately don't know japanese or japanese slang let alone japanese slang from the 2010's #but these examples should give you an idea of what texting hayama is like 99% of the time #thank you for the questions #i loved answering them so muchh!

[six-of-ravens]

this might sound dumb, but listening to WizBru and in particular hearing Holden talk about the times he, as the children say, put his whole pussy into some pop culture phenomenon and had a great time with it, has kinda changed how I take on things like that and has increased my enjoyment 1000%.

like idk, it might particularly be bc he's a 40 year old dude who's embracing fun and often "girly" things instead of being derisive and superior, admittedly. bc there are a lot of those kinds of dudes in my day-to-day life and seeing a dude be not only Chill but Enthusiastic is a nice change. also might be because I come from tumblr where everyone's shitting on anything popular and a little silly the instant it comes into existence.

but listening to him talk about how he wholeheartedly loves Blackpink and thinks they're super cool, or how he started a singalong at the tswift concert movie, or wearing pink and going to Barbie, or just...anything. is like. oh right sometimes pop culture is just for fun and you can just have fun and be in the Fun Space for a while and you can still critically examine it but also just. have fun. and let having a good time be a profound experience for you.

#idk what im saying here but literally #holden's (and jake's but mainly holden's) enthusiasm for things they talk about on wizbru has gotten me into sooooo many things #he's why i gave b/lqckpink and tsw/ft a chance! and more clamp manga! and movies! and video games sometimes! #like we all know my Gore Threshold is fairly low but they made me want to watch saw real bad too! #anyway listening to their wrapup episode and just feeling a lot of love for this lil nerd history podcast #and either they havent done an s/pn ep yet or i haven't heard it bc it's old but this change in mentality is why i started rewatching it #don't have to take it so seriously you can just watch a pretty guy get beat up and slowly fall in love with an angel!! #is it the greatest thing ever written? no! but you can come out of the space where people only want to make fun of it or criticize it #and just be in the space where you're having a fun evening for a while!! #not to say you shouldn't criticize media but you can't CONSTANTLY be on that sometimes you have to embrace 'its not good but i like it'

[rainybraindays]

I keep letting my heart be shattered by fictional ginger women

#rainy talks #this is about hammer fable #i can't believe she just leaves #I've been playing this game over andover for years and the way she just dips on us?? #cruel #return big wife to me immediately #also to a lsser extent about betty #The fable creators made women for me to fall in love with just for them to abandon me or try and kill me

[silverselfshippingchaos]

goodness I love him so much

#wow. today was wild. i made more progress on the game and he showed up a LOT #he did some horrible things. beat some people up. kidnapped a child. suggested he cut the child's finger off and mail it to her grandpa. #but... 😳. im so in love with him. he's such an asshole but wow... wow. he's so funny and handsome.. and so strong... and his voice gives me #so many butterflies!!! to think that i once hated this man... funny how fast things change huh? #also. another character called him “the meanest son of a bitch i know” (direct quote) #HE'S SO RIGHT. BUT.. HE'S MY MEAN SON OF A BITCH #he totally owned it too ajsjajsj he KNOWS he's horrible!!!! but also.. he cares a lot about his Blade... too bad she didnt last for long LOL #ash tries her best to comfort him during that time. she had grown to care so much for the man she considered her biggest rival in the world. #she also falls in love with him- ahem- and um... if i may be a little self-indulgent........ a.khos falls for ash too. #AHEM SNDHWIRYWBRBW #it's the enemies to lovers ship of the century!!!! #(i never said this but... he can get really cuddly when he's sleepy. it's the cutest thing in the world honestly) #and... you know how he's a theater kid and always talks about the script and shit? well uh... after their first kiss ash just chuckles #'that wasnt on the script right?' #of course he says no. falling for ash wasnt on the script but... for once he doesnt mind going off script #ash just shyly smiles. 'youre really good at improv then.' #OH ALSO #AHSJWHDJQHDJ #a.khos also likes to call ash his 'leading lady' #GAAAAHHH I HATE HIM (lying) ive fallen so hard for him. he's all i can think about. my heart is his. i am so sorry to all my discord friends #because i never shut the hell up about him #ash rambles 💚 #i love him!!!! i know he's an asshole but i love him for that too!!

[broke-on-books]

✒️ please!!

Send me a ✒️ and I'll pick a poem I think you'd like

After flipping through my notebooks I decided to go with my first instinct for you, which was "A Toast to the Alchemists" by Laura Gilpin. This poem hasn't been published online officially, so they're aren't a ton of sites that have it that I could find with a quick Google search. However I've attatched photos of a reddit post with it along with my version in my journal.

I picked this poem because of its themes of time and the passage of time, as well as magic and giving emotional significance to the most mundane and clinical of things (atoms and elements). In other words, taking magic from the world around us, especially through a lens usually seen as lacking wonder or whimsy. Also vibes, I mainly did it based on vibes.

Some other poems I considered in my search/additional recommendations are listed under the cut:

If you liked the writing of this poem, and haven't read it already (or have) I definitely recommend "The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin. It's by the same author and is her most famous poem and is fairly well known and also soooooo good. So good.

Poems with similar themes:

Poems with similar themes to "A Toast to the Alchemists" are

"Dusting" by Marilyn Nelson 💘 (literally cried to this. To be fair it was 10 minutes after I finished the HDM finale so it was mainly because of that but still. Great poem.)

"The Sciences Sing a Lullabye" by Albert Goldbarth

"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (90% sure you've read this one its the time theme but inverted and it's great if you haven't)

Rejected picks/Poems that gave me Anu vibes (many for no particular reason):

Poems by Ted Kooser for some reason??? NO idea why they're very different from the ones above but some of my faves are "Selecting a Reader", "In a Country Cemetery in Iowa", "The Constellation Orion" and "Flying by Night" (I'm v much questioning this pick now but I'll keep it up here just in case)

Honestly a bunch of random unrelated stuff was popping out at me ("Listen" by Miller Williams, "Cartoon Physics, Part 1" by Nick Flynn, "Snow" by David Berman) and like a million billion more which I all got from the same anthology (Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins) so if you want to read a bunch more poetry, based on vibes alone, I'd say look for the book, the website, or the sequel. The poems from that book aren't too similar to the one above but it's really one of two books I generally recommend people right off the bat (it was my lit teachers favorite lol) because it's meant to get young adults and teens into poetry and introduce contemporary poetry in general. Idk how much poetry you've read whatever but even if you aren't new to it it's still a good compilation of late 90s/early 00s poetry that makes you think but isn't super long/totally incomprehensible

Anyways that got WAY longer than I anticipated or anyone probably wanted but poetry is an obsession of mine and recommending poetry is much more complicated and harder that it looks, even for the people you know best in the whole world AFTER interviewing their opinions on poetry, not to mention how difficult it would be for internet friends on tumblr. But anyways there's a couple poems, I got the vibes as close as I could with the poems I had on file. (Although i do feel like I'm missing something big 🤔) Anyways thanks for the ask Anu! Hope you thought my pick was alright!

#and please for the love of god dont feel pressured to read ANYTHING on here i spend hours and hours reading poems so when i rattle off names #like that its very much me bouncing along like a frog eating skittles hopping from poem to poem to poem #based on vague vibes and feelings #also also also i already knew this when i made this ask game BUT. recommending poetry is like trying to juggle with your eyes closed because #you just KNOW you just KNOW there is a group of perfect fall in love poems out there but theres a million factors you have to take into #account to find them. like theres theme theres rhyme theres rhythm theres style theres readability/directness #and you have to try and predict someones opinions on all of that while also trying to gauge their level of patience on topics like #age of poem clarity use of standard language and spelling experimental features and line breaks #when a use of any of those they dont like can turn them off a poem entirely #like we were asoue fans together so youd probably like something with ambiguity and could tolerate a more classical look #BUT then comes in the length factor and also a bit clarity plus we have to remember theme and i cant think of any poems that fit that idea #with a theme you would like that i would feel comfortable recommending (because some poems are good but also difficult) #and i LOVE difficult poems theyre my besties but i always hate them during the first 3 reads at least and who has time for that if you dont #have poetry brain disease like i do #anyways. thats a very long way of saying. i tricked you into asking me to ramble abt poetry mwahahahahahahaha #also if anyone out there feels like theyre someone who rambles a lot about their interests to others and can at times feel a little guilty #abt that the poem “To The Sea” by Anis Mojgani talks a bit about that from an outsider pov #blah #poetry tag #answered #jacobsnicket