#quit it with this halfway bs

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

YOU MATCH THE 141 ON TINDER 💓

The Prequel to the "It's a Match!" series.

[ The Teaser! ] || [ Chapter 1 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 600~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

You’ve always found the concept of rebounds hilariously dumb. Every time that trope came up on a romcom or sitcom you were watching, you found yourself rolling your eyes at it.

Then again, everything about how Hollywood portrays break-ups is ridiculous. Sobbing on the couch while eating a pint of ice cream? Putting on your ‘revenge dress’ and showing your ex what they’re missing? All BS… but you guess both of those have a time and a place… But rebounds? 

How can someone think the remedy to a broken heart or a bad break-up is… getting involved with someone else? How can that be healthy at all? You’re at your lowest and most vulnerable and you decide to let someone else in to do more damage? Ridiculous.

That’s why you scoffed and rolled your eyes when your friend Leah suggested it during film night at your flat. “C’mon, you need to get laid!” She said as she bit down on her slice of pizza.

“Oh, please-” You grumbled, slinking down on the couch. “I’m alright by myself, thanks.”

“Pfft, c’mon!” Mia, your other friend, quipped while sitting on a pillow on the floor. “You seriously need to get out of the house and find someone else!”

"No, serious, you do." Leah agreed and nodded. "What happened with that tosser Ethan should not have you isolating youself like this."

“No, thank you. I’m quite alright by myself. Don’t need that extra stress.” You retorted as you reached for another slice of pizza from the coffee table.

“What extra stress?” Leah asked. “There's nothing stressful about it! It’s sex.” She said simply, Mia quickly nodding in agreement.

“The extra stress of going out and talking to people and getting to know them…” You list it off while halfway through chewing your bite of food.

“Oh, sod off! We’re not talking about a date!” Mia quickly said as she pushed your knee lightly with her bottle of Coke.

“Yeah, it’s a shag. You don’t have to meet or talk to a bloke! You just create an account on Tinder or Bumble or something.” Leah added.

You shoot them a look of disbelief. “Oh, I’m not doing that! Are you mental? Those apps are a cesspool! There’s nothing but creeps and losers on there…” You complained.

“See, that’s the mentality of someone who wants a boyfriend out of those apps!” Mia scolded you and nudged your knee again. “If you use it with that intention of course you’ll think every bloke there is a creep. But you’re not going to use it to look for a date! You’ll use it for the same as them: a shag.” She added.

“C’mon! Hand over your phone, let’s create a profile for you!” Leah insisted and stole your phone from your hoodie’s pocket before you even had time to argue, unlocking it and getting to work downloading Tinder.

“I don’t know…” You said, uncertain, as you nibbled on your pizza slice again. “I feel like I’ll get picky and reject all of them once their profile pops on my screen.” You add.

“Then don’t.” Mia said with a shrug while she pushed up onto her knees to peek at your phone screen in Leah’s hand.

“Yeah! Just Swipe Right on all of them! You’re bound to find one that’s worth it that way.” Leah added as she began creating an account for you.

“I don’t know-” You tried saying again, not just uncertain but downright disliking the idea.

“We promise it’ll be fun!” Mia interrupted you. “Just do what we tell you! Swipe right on everyone!” Mia added. “What’s the worst that’s going to happen?”

“Worst-case scenario, you don’t like any of them enough to meet for a shag. So what? Will make no difference on your life as it currently is.” Leah added and leaned herself lightly against you, nudging you with her shoulder.

Thinking for a moment, you end up sighing and smiling. “Fine!” You said, amused. “I guess if nothing else, it’ll give me a confidence boost to have ‘em all dming me.” You joked.

“That’s the spirit!” Mia cheered and wrapped her arms around you. “Now, let’s find some pictures of you looking fit to add to your profile.” She said, causing you all to giggle.

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[the-travelling-witch]

summary: i'm back on my "'i have more knowledge on x topic than all your advisers together, i just couldn’t progress through the ranks for one reason or another, so you should definitely make me your concubine, so i can gossip about your minister of finance’s stupid proposal while wearing expensive shit and fine dining and then we slowly fall in love' royal au" bs again, so have some rambles because there are a lot of possible constellations here

characters: shouto :: kenma :: inui/koko :: al-haitham/kaveh x gn! reader

general masterlist

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎

You could practically feel the daggers being glared into your skull. This entire meeting so far, the prince’s closest adviser had narrowed his eyes at you, a gesture which you only returned with a coy smile.

Really, just because it wasn’t common for a royal concubine to attend a meeting concerning safety measures at the upcoming masquerade ball, there was no need for such hostility.

Then again, maybe the adviser was so foul-tempered because of the physical position you found yourself in. But it wasn’t your fault they hadn’t prepared another seat for you or that Shouto was notoriously unbothered with social etiquette. So, if the prince ordered his concubine to sit on his lap instead, who were you to argue?

You doubted he glared at you because he was aware you had been investigating him or that you knew he and his fellow spies were planning an assassination attempt on the royal whose arm was currently lazily curled around your waist.

Surely, “concubine” was not exactly the title you had had in mind when agreeing to work as an intelligence agent on the Todoroki court but considering the former crown prince Touya had basically gone up in smoke after an attempt on his life, placing yourself right next to the prince where an enemy wouldn’t expect might not be a bad idea.

Besides, since you had taken the prince up on his offer, you had been able to enjoy many luxuries you could previously not even dream of. Delicacies practically melted on your tongue, the material of your clothes was of a quality so fine it was like dressing in air and the library held rare books you normally couldn’t get your hands on just like that.

You also had to admit, pretending to be Shouto’s lover wasn’t exactly torture either. Not only was he as handsome as they come but he was also very well-mannered towards you even in private. The clumsy side only few got to see when he let his guard down was also quite adorable.

So, to say you were quite comfortable where you were and had no intention of giving up your spot any time soon was an understatement.

“Your Highness is it really necessary to bring,” the adviser paused momentarily as he gestured at you, “this person to a meeting such as this? How can we be sure they are not working for an opposing kingdom, relaying our security measures to the enemy?”

You caught yourself before a snort escaped you. Seriously, how was nobody onto this guy before you came around?

“I have no doubt about their loyalty to me and the kingdom,” Shouto said, tone even as always, yet his hand around your waist tightened. “Besides, their safety might be compromised just like mine, so this information should be shared with them as well.”

“That’s right,” you goated, a sharp grin on your lips as you reached backwards over your shoulder to run your fingers down Shouto‘s neck as you held eye contact with the adviser. “I’ve shown my devotion to the prince in ways you never could.”

Soon you’d watch the light drain from his eyes as you ended his miserable life but for now you’d find amusement in how they widened in indignation.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

“Your Highness! I must ask you to stay in the medic’s quarters!” Said medic was fussing around you as you pulled the outer layer of your clothes back on. “I dressed the wound and used a minor healing spell but you need to rest! A-and your medicine—“

“I can rest in my quarters too,” you sighed, already halfway out of the door. “Someone will come pick up the treatment later.”

The medic was still stammering long after you already set out towards your room, trying not to put too much pressure on your side. You didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal but apparently the monster’s claws that had grazed your skin were laced in some sort of venom, the pain of which left you wheezing when you received another blow to the stomach.

Half stumbling, half falling into your room, you reckoned whatever spell the medic had cast hadn’t done much to rid your body of the poison, especially if you remembered how he had floundered once you first drudged into the infirmary. No wonder you had gone behind your parents’ backs to employ someone who actually understood his craft.

“Whoa what happened to you?” Kenma lifted his head from his magic-driven game board at the sound of the door opening. His sharp amber eyes studied you from head to toe, taking in the ripped clothes and collection of bruises and scratches. “You look like death chewed you up and spit you back out.”

“Thanks,” you retorted just as sarcastically, working to rid yourself of the rest of your armour, wincing when you strained the area around your ribs. “Must be the poison.”

“Poison?” Immediately, Kenma had perked up, already rounding the table, his game forgotten. “What poison? And where? And why didn’t you lead with that?”

Usually, the guy tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping to blend into the background. But whenever you dragged in yet another weird and wonderful ailment from out in the wild, your shy healer found himself in the habit of becoming a little bossy. Other royals might take offence if their concubines used that kind of tone but you had to admit you didn’t really mind.

“Well, it’s not like you gave me much of a chance to explain,” you laughed, pulling your shirt off and letting it pile up with the rest of your things, then wriggled your eyebrows at the blond. “So, where do you want me?”

“You are the worst, even when you’re dying,” Kenma rolled his eyes before a warm hand settled on your bare back and nudged you towards the bed. “For now, just lie down. And tell me exactly what the hell happened to you.”

Without any resistance, you settled down and watched as Kenma got to work. It was fascinating each time, even if you didn’t understand much of it and you were the one having to be treated. Whenever he focused on something, he adopted this no-nonsense expression, lips tightened into a line and eyebrows drawn together. You didn’t even want to start thinking about the way your skin tingled where his fingers touched you, well aware that the reason for it wasn’t the magic Kenma used.

“I told the doc someone would pick up my medicine later,” you spoke up once your healer had finished his work and both of you were just lingering within the same space.

As always when you told Kenma something he didn’t want to hear, he made one of the most expressive faces of disgust a human could muster.

“I’ll make sure to trip on the way,” he shrugged and you were aware he might actually do it too. “I didn’t spend all this time healing you just so that idiot can poison you again with whatever concoction he came up with this time.”

“Just what would I do without you?” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, you didn’t miss how Kenma, the guy who used to flinch at people coming near him, leaned slightly into your touch.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 / 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎

The golden light of the sinking sun illuminated the balcony as birds chirped their last songs of the day. In the midst of the flowers blooming across the railing and the castle walls, three people sat around a table filled with fruits, cheese and many other delicious foods, eating and laughing together.

“But to come back to your Minister of Finance’s proposal,” Koko, who seemingly hadn’t taken his eyes off the kingdom’s budget sheet, spoke up. Splitting off a few of the coins from the stack in front of him to visualise the share he was thinking about, he offered his insight. “I think we should use a cut of the newly allocated funds to strengthen the army’s equipment. The knights could do with new armour, especially considering the neighbouring kingdom has been less than friendly lately.”

“What new funds are we talking about?” You inquired, not having been privy to the meeting prior this day. 

“The party we sent out recently was more successful than we expected them to be,” Inui clued you in with a small smile as he studied what Koko proposed.

“Ah, the expedition that was my idea and that I equipped with the right tools. In that case,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before you made the stack of coins levitate over your outstretched palm, “I think we should use it to build a magic tower. It would help more with defence than equipping the knights, considering what fun things I could do with one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Koko scolded, reaching over the table to snatch the coins back. “How should we justify the King’s concubine wishing for a magic tower?”

While you shrugged, Seishu took your hand and answered much gentler than the black haired man. 

“I have to agree with Koko. Not because I doubt you could do a lot of great things with such a tower but because we already had a lot of trouble explaining why the lightning only struck the enemy’s side in the last battle,” he sighed, giving you an understanding look he knew had you giving in already. “The public doesn’t know we have a magic user on our side and word of construction would spread fast. Don’t forget why you went into hiding in the first place.”

“Yeah yeah, I understand, no magic tower. But, how about,” you leant back in your chair, tossing a coin you had hidden up your sleeve before Koko could retrieve it, “one or the other magic tome? Nobody would even notice. Just say it’s for a new necklace or whatever else concubines usually get.”

“Are you suggesting we commit fraud?” Koko levelled his accusatory gaze at you.

“I don’t know, am I?” You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “It would be for the good of the people, after all.”

“How is you getting a new toy good for the people?”

“I could make the grains grow faster or whatever the people usually pray for,” you shrugged. “I’m at least granting their wishes.”

“I thought you were interested in necromancy recently,” Seishu laughed knowingly. “I’m no expert in the field but how is that helping with making the crops grow?”

“I’m sure a walking dead body or two would scare off the crows,” you said as seriously as you could. “It might also scare off thieves, now that I think about it.”

Koko just looked at you, horrified, while Seishu laughed at your nonchalance. When the former regained his senses, he reprimanded you again. 

“We are not using tax money, so you can experiment with the undead and unleash them on the public!”

“Eh, it was worth a try,” you relented before popping another grape in your mouth.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 / 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

You were well aware of the whispers that filled the halls of the castle when you weren’t present. 

Kaveh was probably a more conventional concubine to take, considering his innate kindness and striking beauty. Clearly, when he waltzed into the room beside you, it was like the sun was rising before everyone’s eyes. Yeah, he was probably an expected choice.

Al-Haitham, on the other hand…

It wasn’t exactly his physique which raised people’s questions. Moreso it was his gruff temper and apparent boredom with most topics, burying his nose in a book and brushing people off with less than a single word at times, that made your staff shake their heads at your appointment.

Not that it mattered much what other people thought.

What did matter, however, was that your country’s infrastructure had improved significantly since you made your peculiar choice of companions. After most critical meetings concerning upcoming construction, your subordinates believed your return to your chambers meant you just had to relieve some pent-up stress. Yet, those “steamy” nights were spent hunched over maps and graphs of your nation, pointing out the flaws in your advisers’ proposals and redoing blueprints of planned buildings.

Perhaps nobody else in the castle was aware of it, but Al- Haitham and Kaveh were a genius strategist and brilliant architect respectively, responsible for the projects the public praised you most for. And that had been the nature of your relationship in the beginning. They patched out your advisers’ proposals and you made sure they were compensated accordingly, unconventional as the methods may be.

Though, you supposed, after working together for a while, the titles you had given them may not be so wrong anymore. Long nights spent agonising over the ideal location for a new project had turned into quiet evenings lounging around your quarters, enjoying fine wine and lingering touches. Having the two around had become a great sense of comfort to you and running into them between meetings and stacks of paperworks waiting for you made a spark of fondness flutter in your chest.

However, running into both of them at the same time also meant the unlikely pair were probably bickering. This time, you could actually hear them before you rounded the corner.

“I’m telling you, if we use this type of wood-”

“It would rot under the environmental influences faster than you could complete construction.”

“Why, you…!”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you exhaled ready to calm down the situation somehow. Then, you came face to face with them and had an entirely new idea on how to mediate. Haitham had his arms crossed as he regarded the blond with an unimpressed expression, the pose accentuating the way his biceps and triceps flexed. With Kaveh turned away from you, you had a clear view of his back, as always exposed by the flowy robes he wore.

Sure, they might not be the most usual concubines you could’ve chosen, but that didn’t matter.

“Strategy meeting in my quarters, now. Royal orders.”

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Please post part 2 of the larissa fic!!!

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Oh, Hello. Pt 2

Larissa Weems X Fem!Addams!Reader

(Slight) frenemies to lovers

2/4. Not proofread, English isn’t my first language, and some parts of the canon changed

formatting might look weird on some devices

Very long chapter, I apologize in advance

There's some trouble in paradise, but don't fret! I promise lots of comfort and fluff in the next part

Thanks, darlings for all the love on the first part! 💕 mwahhh 💋

Part 3 - Part 4

...(Y/N) responded, laying her bag at her feet and saying, "You could never say no to me."

 Those seven words caused Larissa to tap her nails onto her desk, that familiar phrase got the two of them into so much trouble when they were students - she couldn't help but allow a wicked grin to start forming on her face. "No, I suppose not. We were quite the pair back then," she said to the woman sitting in front of her desk, who replied with an uncertain, "Yes, we were weren't we?" They were in a difficult situation because neither of the women ever imagined meeting the other again. However, after so many years, here they were, face to face. Larissa had the power to decide what would happen to them. She could simply reject (Y/N)'s application and send her on her way, ignoring the old, unresolved problems she wanted to stay away from. Alternatively, she could accept the application and gain a friend on the staff in whom she could confide after they cut the BS and discussed what had happened. The choice was challenging, to put it mildly. "So..." (Y/N) said, breaking the awkward silence between them, "Should we go ahead with the interview?" The million-dollar smile returned to Larissa's face as she nodded. She decided that any unresolved issues between them could wait for now. She straightened her position on the chair and cleared her throat, slinking her manicured hands onto her computer and turning it on- opening the mail app to find (Y/N)'s qualifications that should have been sent to her beforehand. Larissa continued, maintaining the interview's formality, "Okay Professor Addams, let's get started."

They had reached the halfway point of the interview, and (Y/N) had expertly and accurately responded to each question, from classifying claw-litative data to the history of sociopathy. This only made Larissa's predicament worse. Surely, as a principal, she had a duty to hire someone with (Y/N)'s level of qualifications. "Well, it's clear that you have a wide range of skills and are very qualified... Welcome to the Nevermore team," Larissa said, quickly closing her laptop as she focused all of her attention on the woman in front of her, her eyes sweeping her from head to toe. (Y/N) noticed the principal’s wandering eyes, and sent a friendly wink once their eyes met once again- even if Larissa was her boss now, they still had a history. “Great,” she said, after winking, a smile creeping onto her face at the principal's flustered face, “Where will I be stationed?”. (Y/N) was ecstatic to begin her new job and have the opportunity to mould the minds of future generations of outcasts, but she was also ecstatic to be around the staff, the majority of whom were her old friends. Clearly aware of (Y/N)'s excitement, Larissa stood back up and moved closer to the new professor. Even though they pretended they didn't want to see each other again, the two women briefly shared a warm smile. The person who broke the shared expression was Larissa, who stood directly in front of (Y/N) while she was seated. Larissa was so tall over the woman's sitting position that (Y/N) had to tilt her head up to face Larissa. The principal simply knelt down slightly, which caused the new professor's breath to falter- almost as if she were out of breath. But when Larissa picked up the bag off the ground and firmly held it in her right hand, her excitement began to fade. “I’ll escort you to the quarters, I’m afraid we don’t have any single rooms open. So you’ll have to stay with me for now,” Larissa said with grace as she began to walk to the door regardless of the other woman’s response. (Y/N) hurriedly walked in the direction of Larissa, trying to keep up with the woman who was moving much more quickly than she was. “I’m not complaining.” She said in a hurried tone, as the two of them left the office and walked through the hallways side by side. (Y/N) found herself once more staring at the pictures of the alumni that were displayed in glass frames throughout the dimly lit, soggy hallways and immortalised for all time, leaving legacies of hundreds on the walls. When she saw a picture of herself and Larissa posing proudly and beaming for the Nevermore book club picture, she chuckled. “What made you so joyful?” Larissa questioned inquisitively: Surely (Y/N) wasn't that thrilled to be back? But when she followed the other woman's line of reasoning, she found the solution. “Oh.” She spoke softly while grinning as she recalled how they had founded the club. Despite being the only two people there, they always had a blast. But during their final meeting, they got into a rambling argument that caused (Y/N)'s disappearance after graduation. “We’re going to lose time dawdling over the past.” More firmly than she meant to, Larissa spoke. “oh, sorry.” Was all that (Y/N) could muster, hurt over Weems' abrupt rejection of their photo, suggesting that perhaps their relationship had changed for the worse. Larissa didn't say anything, just nodded and motioned for the professor to follow. They walked on in silence, with only the murmur of giggling students as background noise. Many of them gave (Y/N) curious looks, while others gave the pair a smug grin as they whispered among themselves. Larissa simply continued to the teachers' dorms, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floors beneath her, amplified by (Y/N)'s heeled boots. It appeared that she had learned to tune out the students' whispers, probably as a result of her many years serving as the academy's principal. She abruptly stopped moving and spun around to face the woman following her.

As a result of her abrupt stop, (Y/N) almost crashed into the tall woman in front of her. Instead, she simply looked at her with an awkward smile, her clumsiness made Larissa chuckle. “We’ve reached.” She said with an opening of the dark brown door behind her. The room itself was fairly large and fully wooden- not practical for a fire emergency. Larissa seemed to have settled down in the leftmost side of the room, as it was decorated with various light colours of cream and the occasional red. (Y/N) smiled to herself and made her way to the rightmost side of the room, and began to softly skim her hands over the soft blanket placed on the bed. The threads of yarn made a soft scratching noise as her long nails floated overtop them. She'd hum to herself as they got caught in between the threads, slightly jumping when the loud thud of her bag hitting the mattress of the bed next to her emerged. She was so caught up in the atmosphere that she hadn't realised that Larissa made her way over to her. "Prepare yourself." the taller woman said, not looking directly at the woman in front of her, "Your first class is in half an hour. When you're finished, make your way to the library, the staff is finalizing the plans for the next Rave'N which is in two days' time. Including today." and with this she forced a smile and left the room, allowing the new professor to unpack and prepare herself. (Y/N) looked uneasy, everything that went wrong between Larissa and herself was because of the Rave'N that took place during their school years. It was not something she was looking forward to at the very least, but it was something she expected- just not so soon. There was no use debating it, she simply sighed and grabbed her bag. Unbuckling the clamps and moving it over to the mahogany closet on the side of her living quarter; just by a hazy glassed window. She began digging through the array of clothes, the bag itself wasn't too large from the outside, but the inside was enchanted to fit a multitude of things; an old family heirloom. (Y/N) had packed every single clothing item she owned, this was her home now, for the time being anyways. "Cet air qui m'obsède jour et nuit...Cet air n'est pas né d'aujourd'hui" she began to mumble to herself, singing along to the marvelous tunes of édith Piaf, her hips slightly swaying to the make-believe music. She eventually prepared everything though, and changed into a different pencil skirt and blazer; this time it was muted pink, to symbolize her new journey. All the equipment she needed for her lesson was already in the classroom, all she needed to bring was herself. Her personal life could wait, her students awaited her, and off she went to make her way to the classroom for the very first time. Larissa didn't know why she got so worked up over the reminder of what happened during her years' Rave'N. She told herself countless times again and again that she got over the fact that the person she wanted to ask showed up with another person; even if they knew she was going to ask them. Here she was, sitting in her office after leaving the dormatory- in her hand was her old yearbook. (Y/N) must be in the middle of her lesson by now she thought to herself, humming a melancholy tune, maybe she should see if her teaching is any good. Maybe she'll do it in a few minutes, she wanted to stare at the old yearbook photograph in front of her, her manicured nails skimming over the person's face. It was quite a tragedy, what had happened to her, she felt betrayed. There's nothing worse than the hurt of rejection, especially when it's from someone she loves- erm.. loved. "Tsk" she muttered, clicking her tongue, "Goddammit Addams...". and she meant it. She still remembers how she was a nervous mess in the hallways; telling her friends how she'd ask Addams to the Rave'N. In fact, she was overheard by the person she was going to ask, which only cut her deeper when they showed up with someone else. Was her past love unrequited? The thought of it made Larissa furrow her brows and close the yearbook.

Yet, it wasn’t Gomez Addams she was referencing, oh no, it was (Y/N) Addams. Eventually, she decided that there was no use thinking about this anymore, and threw the yearbook aside, standing up from her previous seat to make her way to the door. the hallways were quieter than they were earlier today, most of the students were either in class or participating in various clubs. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the giggling and gossiping right now, she had more pressing matter at hand. Her destination was the library, where all the teachers had agreed to meet to finalize some finishing touches for the Rave’N. Larissa certainly didn’t want to have the mood dampened, so she would need to stop avoiding the elephant in the room and confront it, which meant dealing with the issues between herself and (Y/N). The staff needed to be harmonious to ensure the utmost safety for the students after all, no other reasons. The library doors towered over Larissa, which was a rare sight to behold, they were dark oak wood and engraved with stories and tales from Edgar Allan Poe’s writings. Her hand grazed over an engraved drawing of a raven right above the handle, the embossed wood making a soft scratching noise as she did so. It would not be easy to deal with her problems, so she sighed and gently pushed the door open to find everybody waiting there for her. Surely she hadn’t been that late for the meeting? But she apparently was, as disgruntled staff members sat together on one of the library tables, their discussions coming to a hushed tone as Larissa walked in and cleared her throat. “Apologies for being late, I had some things I had to deal with. Student records and such” she said, the lie easily escaping from her mouth with a smile. She had a reputation to uphold after all. “No worries,” said another staff member, Ms. Thornhill, who was sitting at the head of the table, “We already went through most of the things..” she explained. Larissa couldn’t argue, she was late after all, “Perfe-“ she said as she scanned the table, noticing an empty seat. The seat she was supposed to sit in, “Where is Professor Addams?” She questioned, almost automatically. “Oh- uh” Thornhill stuttered, not expecting the principal to have a sudden interest in the new professors whereabouts, this was certainly interesting to say the very least. The confused faces that graced the rest of the staff definitely showed that they felt the same way. “She didn’t attend, said something along the lines of ‘I cant bear to relive it’” The red boot-wearing woman explained, “I have no idea what she meant”

Larissa scoffed, shaking her head, “Never mind then. Let’s just focus on finishing this work” and with that she wasn’t questioned any further by the rest of the staff. As they continued throughout their planning and discussion, Larissa couldn’t stop thinking about (Y/N)- the woman burnt into the principals mind like a paper on an open flame. The flame in Larissa’s mind grew larger the more she thought about the woman, about her stupid smile, and her idiotic ignorance in going with someone else to the Rave’N back then. She was supposed to go with her, she was supposed to be smiling stupidly at her. Not with some half-assed random person! Larissa was the one that was supposed to be slow dancing with her, smelling that gorgeous flowery perfume that she loves so much.. and the feeling of the other woman’s lips against he…. Wait.. was she still in love with her??? There was no way, Larissa thought, no, she had gotten over her years go. She just wanted their friendship back, yeah… yeah. And so she would attempt to salvage it, by confronting (Y/N) about her disappearance, hopefully they would learn to understand each other.

(Y/N) hadn’t bothered to go to the meeting. Instead, here she sat, on her bed- engulfed in the blanket she was examining earlier that day. She didn’t want to increase the awkward tension between Larissa and herself by attending a meeting discussing the very same event that drew them apart. But she didn’t understand why it did, why was Larissa so upset to see her with someone else? Wasn’t Larissa planning to ask her cousin to the dance? So confusing. Of course, (Y/N) had considered the fact that since Larissa and herself were sharing a dormitory, that surely the other woman would confront her about it sooner or later. But she wasn’t prepared, the topic of their separation was the sun to her Icarus- she yearned to get it over with yet she knew that she would burn up if she drew to close. She didn’t want to be on bad terms with Larissa, she truly didn’t. Yet the woman wouldn’t leave her thoughts, from the assertive way she stood when she spoke, to the small smiles she used to give (Y/N) when their eyes would meet across a room. Over time (Y/N) developed feelings for the taller woman, her heart was completely shattered when she heard that Larissa was going to ask Addams to the dance- yet (Y/N) never considered that the Addams Larissa was referencing was actually her. The overwhelming return of these feelings and memories caused (Y/N) to start tearing up, she hadn’t even noticed it. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the knocking on the door, and her fears were confirmed when Larissa walked in, looking assertive, with a furrowed brow. She softly clicked the door shut behind her and walked over to where (Y/N) was huddled up, crossing her arms as she roughly shut her eyes, “We need to talk, and sort this-“ her words were cut off when she opened her eyes to find (Y/N)‘s tear- stained face, her expression immediately softened. She couldn’t never stay mad at her, no matter what she did- her empathy and love for the other woman overpowered any negative connotations she had with her, she hated it, but she loved it too. And with this, Larissa sat down on the bed in-front of the professor and softly said,

“Are you okay?”

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I hope you liked it!!! 💕 More to come very soon, I promise lots of comfort and fluff in the next one :,)

All of these years of hurt just because of a silly misunderstanding from both ends!!🥲🥲

And a special gift; a playlist!

#part two #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa could throw me off the building #wednesday #wednesday netflix #the addams family #wednesday addams #fem x fem #Y/N #x reader #character x reader #angst #hurtcomfort #frenemies to lovers #so much angst #but they love eachother #but theyre both stubborn #yeah #i have no idea #y=mx+b #misunderstanding #jealousy #Larissa is in love #Y/N is clueless

[maxverstepponme]

Ok i caught up what is happening. So here is some help.

We accuse kelly of being a groomer, a horrible mother, an attention seeker, hypocritical and fake activist.

Here is the response to why we accuse he of that.

She admitted to having a magical night with a teenage Max. Let me remind you that 18 being considered legal age is because of the army draft and has nothing to do with maturity. In reality, a 20 year old should be considered an adult. Anything below is a teen (literally). Let me also remind you that Max just moved out of his dads house and to monaco when he turned 18, so he was freshly on his own.

We have proof she spoke to underage fans on insta and has talked to them about her life with Max and would give them a heads up about boosting her posts.

She posted her kid naked online. That is enough to be a horrible mother, but let's continue. She left her kid to go party, and she trashed her kids' dad and spread shit about him (with the help of her underage fans), dragged her kid halfway across the world so she could have a "happy family" pic with Max. Pushed that kid onto a 22 year old not knowing how their relationship would work out. Finally, she has no regard for her kids' privacy and uses her to boost her engagement on insta.

She literally called paparazzi on herself. Do i need to say more.

Posted criticising consumerism and black friday to then literally tomorrow go on a shopping spree. Talked about the safety of children in cars (did a presentation on it) while her kid is jumping and standing on the seats of a moving cab in NYC. Talked about the environment just to than spend one of her many vacations on a yacht wearing a different bikini every day, let's not start with her selling over 200 pieces of clothing because that is so environmentally friendly and is not consumerism.

She posted about Palestine and mixed in adds in those stories. "Look at all that is happening there, but also look at my new shoes"

Let's not start with her defending racism, being xenophobic, and quite literally supporting a fascist sexist criminal as a presidential candidate in a county that she doesn't even live in. Also she literally is promoting EDs and is selling her face as natural.

And i have missed a lot of her shit.

Sent this to that bs gossip page.

.

[superluigiglitchy]

Mario goes on a blind date

Bob has come up wih another money making scheme in the form of a blind dating event for losers and somehow ropes Tari, SMG4, Luigi, Meggy, Boopkins and for some godforsaken reason Mario into his scheme and obviously with a cabal like this things are bound to turn hectic and they sure as heck do, Mario tries to vacuum the entirety of the food buffet Bob set up, Kaizo hearing about this and just exactly who is in the event eggs Saiko to join in and be Tari's date because in his words "someone might end up stealing her awayy~ 😏" and honestly that was enough to push to go to this stupid event against Saiko's better judgment (shes a whipped lesbian your honor), Luigi ends up being fought over by Bowser and Prince Peasley something he is NOT aware of, Boopkins gets stuck in a manhole, SMG3 and 4 somehow end up as eachothers dates much to both of the meme gaurdians horror (unaware this was eggdog and beeg smg4's doing parent tap style) and Meggy is just suffering

Saiko is trying to act cool and calm while hanging out with Tari and Tari is trying not to explode from panic and embarassment, obviously Bob and Kaizo intervene with some stupid bs that actually ends up clearing the awkward atmosphere thay was sorrounding the two and the two girls actually have a fun night together!

Until Tari get's super drunk off the dubiously made wine Bob used for the event, Saiko had to take her home when her words started to slur a bit and she almost fell asleep a couple times

meanwhile halfway through the night Meggy contemplates just ditching this event all together when she's approached by an odd looking green skinned octoling who albiet quite awkwardly introduces themselves as Acht and asked if they could sit with her because all the other tables were filled and then they just sortof hit it off chatting the night away, hours having passed with neither of them realising it. The night ended with Meggy feeling her heart felt fuller and warmer than it was before and Acht giving her, they're splatphone number and telling the inklling-turned-human to call them any time, Mario goes home with a plate of the most beautifully made Sphaghetti he has ever seen, without Luigi who seemed to have gone missing along with Bowser and Peasley (press f in the chat for Luigi's femur and spine ya'll) and SMG3 and 4 actually had a pretty fun night (but somehow are still denying they are gay (we know what you are you idiots)

EVERYONE'S HAPPY!

except for Boopkins, he got stuck in a manhole and by the time he got out the event was over, at least Jub-Jub got him a new manga and ice cream though

#smg4 #smg4 fan episode #meggy x acht #achteggy #acht x meggy #saitari #saiko x tari #tari x saiko #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #luisley #luigi x peasley #peasley x luigi #smg4 meggy #smg4 tari #smg4 saiko #smg34 #beeg smg4 #smg4 eggdog #dj dedf1sh #splatoon #marina encouraged dedf1sh to go to this event as a way to recover more memories beyond just the memverse and the tower of order #obviously shes super happy her old friend found someone at the event too #(she may or may not have screened a background check on meggy) #meggy is screaming in her pillow just from the sheer warmness she feels in her heart #mario and the gang are so going to tease her but are genuinely glad she found someone #mario and luigi may or may not go into big brother mode into the near future #tari may have accidentally drunkenly confessed her love to saiko when they got back home but whos to says

[rougepancake]

Over time Merman Joseph gets better at flopping and crawling his way on land the more he hangs out with y/n. In this setting mers never get legs and permanently have a tail, but with Joseph being the king of "random BS that somehow works" and being cunning, creative and motivated he manages ways to pull it off and negotiate a land environment.

OOOOH!!!!

He follows you and slithers behind you. His movements are similar to a snake’s, considering how he was flopping around aimlessly nearly two weeks ago.

He looks at you similar to how a puppy would look at their owner, and never misses a moment to grab ahold of your legs while you’re walking. Joseph finds it funny to make you drag him around, even if you quit halfway through it.

Occasionally, he’ll use his arms and crawl around, but only when he’s feeling lazy. After all, slithering around on the sand like that really tires him out!

#joseph jostar #merman x reader #merman joseph joestar #merman x human #x reader #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader

[solace-sylphieee]

For Contents Moving Forward...

The very first post in my tumblr and it ends as my final notice for 时空中的绘旅人 / For All Time / HLR / Lovebrush Chronicles / LBC.

The irony.

But anyway figured I should do here cuz it's going to be quite the long essay from me.

We're now halfway through March, White Day's almost here and so is my 3rd Anniversary Emerald's Wedding Ring Merch.

THAT'S RIGHT

I'm gonna get married with Emerald / Cael and retire for good to enjoy my marri-

...

To hell with that, I really can't bring myself to finish that bs.

But anyway the intention is still there - I am planning to retire from HLR / LBC but before that, I will clear off some of my stuff and I will drop the game as a whole: 1. Retrospring QnAs for the guide account I'm part of: @stshelterpedia 2. Chronological Summary to the game's story (had been requested to do this cuz the event release is now extremely messed up) 3. Claiming all my remaining monthly pack resources

For my followers from Twitter, new and old, I have gone missing from releasing the translation of game news for a long time, and now I feel the need and for the first time, share my thoughts in a very elaborative manner instead.

Sorry for ghosting on you guys for so long and from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the follows all this while, even with me neglecting the translations here and there.

Although I believe many take me as a source of news translation and no more than that, there are still some who I've build relationship with as well throughout the years.

Now onto my retirement from this game and the translation thereof:

Do take note there's going to be some spoilers too -

Work may have been one of the reasons behind it as I've been way too occupied this year comparatively, but the very main factor would be the fact that I've lost my love and passion for this game.

In all honesty, I've stopped reading the Card Stories since Paradise / Eden and Event Stories since Onmyoji Collab. And for my long-time followers, I'm not sure if it's that obvious, but I have stopped fangirling or make any remarks on the game content for years - which I guess is quite the obvious sign from then on.

I loved HLR / LBC for its plot. I loved how plot is the driving force and priority of the game since the beginning. I loved how everything revolves around the plot, including the charaters to Event Stories and Card Stories.

But alas, all of that are past tense for me.

I may have been biased cuz I stopped reading all the side contents, so it's just the impressions I'm getting from the discussions I have with my friend. But for me after Destiny Corridor (DC) iirc? Fan service becomes the driver in this bus.

DC has its own share of service, but I feel the wrmth from deep down. All the nostalgia and warmth, and that's the peak storytelling before its downwards slope for me.

Personally I don't mind fan services, but for me it feels like Event Story has become more and more irrelevant to Main Story, unlike in the past. Card Story is there to build some background story, but since it's more fan servicey now, it's just a stalemate story with barely any development.

At least that's what I feel and my impressions here and there.

Some may wanna ask: "But isn't Empire series the most Main Story relevant Event Story?"

Yeah, it should be, cuz it's almost the deadline (iirc supposedly by 4th year) that Empire Chapter will begin for Main Story and the final route of it marks the end of Season 1.

But the latest one I've read - Tidal-Disruption, Admiral Star / Prefect Luminance side specifically, actually disappointed me a whole lot.

Chosen is written brilliantly to make us fear Maker more, but in juxtaposition Star / Luminance had a great start but a meh ending.

I find that the appeal behind Star / Luminance is that he is interested in MC for how strong she is emotionally and wants to break her, believing she will also be his greatest and most perfect creation cuz his other 'collections' can't withstand his 'molding'. All the revelations is nice and all, then suddenly he becomes so infatuated with MC he accepts his name as Alkaid (THAT DUDE HAS BEEN DENYING AND REJECTING OF SO STRONGLY SINCE HIS APPEARANCE) and play family with MC, imprisoning her and the story went like husband going back home to a lovely wife waiting for him treting his wounds.

I just

??????

DUDE WHERE DID YOUR COLDNESS, INDIFFERENCE WENT?

WHY DID YOU BECOME SO LOVE LORNED?????

I believed he had been better than that but he made my inner Asian Parent Disappointment surge up and I can only shake my head at the end when he decided to just let MC go.

Others let go cuz they are interested to see how far she can go, cuz she's not a threat at all, cuz she's a great piece for their plans, or cuz of their own twisted obssession; but for him it feels like a bad attempt in making him more romanceable.

End of ranting for now else it's gonna be for eternity.

Stories aside, what prompted me to ultimately announce my retirement as a whole is the moment I realise I hadn't logged into the game for 2 days (my birb brain had thought it's only 1 day).

That's right, 2 days and I didn't feel any urgency or frustrations for missing out on the resources. This is as of today, 10 March 2024:

While on the other hand I feel like choking myself for missing my morning grind for another game.

With such comparison, I figure it's high time I check this off with a notice for everyone.

It has been a long journey and I enjoyed the companion of this game that also bring many new encounters for me.

But it is also time for me to bid the game adieu.

Feel free to unfollow me on my Twt if you're not interested in seeing me anymore.

Moving forward, I might begin some other translation project for games I took interest in (time to see if 世界之外 Beyond The World's grip be that strong on me) and I will also share a more elaborative train of thoughts here too.

Thanks for reading all the way here, my DMs in Twt are open for chats, and feel free to interact with me. I will be more than happy to share my thoughts with you too :)

#时空中的绘旅人 #for all time #lovebrush chronicles #lbc #時空の絵旅人 #translation #otome game

[smile-files]

(AFTER THE EVENTS OF "BLUE BURIED")

Clover was standing on the beach, her feet half-buried in the cool sand. The ocean before her reflected the twilight sky, indigo with a sprinkling of stars that undulated back and forth with the movement of the gentle waves. Her butterfly companions were perched on her leaves, joining her in gazing at the sparkling waters. She was preparing to leave the island, and not for the first time -- she had been eliminated from Inanimate Insanity Invitational quite a while ago, and just that day came back to visit. Clover smiled up at the moon, took a deep breath, and drank in the beautiful environment one last time.

Her serene vigil was interrupted by an abrupt rustling sound from behind her. Her butterflies, startled, began to flit around, and she slightly turned her head to locate the noise: her friend Nickel was halfway in a bush, his shiny metal face grimacing awkwardly at her.

"H-hey, Clover!" he stammered, fully removing himself from the shrubbery and shaking his head. "What are you doing awake at such a godforsaken hour? And out here?"

Clover giggled. "I could ask you the same thing, Nickel. What, were you looking for me?" She smiled cheekily.

Nickel blinked. He had been looking for her, worried that she'd left the island. He walked closer to her, eyes angled towards his feet. "N-no. Of course not."

"Then why are you awake, you silly goose?"

"...None of your business. And anyway, I asked first."

Clover cocked her head. "Oh? Oh yeah, why I'm awake..." Her gaze shifted back to the sea. "I'm gonna head out again."

"What?" Nickel blurted, his eyes widening.

"Well, you know I'm not a contestant anymore," she replied calmly. "That's why I gave you my luck in the first place!" She delicately lifted a finger to let one of her butterflies land. Eyes half-lidded, she gazed at its pink wings as they gently rose and fell. "And my friends and I still have work to do..."

"What kind of work? You never even told me what it is you're doing."

"None of your business!" Clover exclaimed with a chuckle, mimicking Nickel's voice. Her tone softened. "Heh, I've just been traveling around, spreading my luck and joy. Helping things grow, and people too -- all that fun stuff."

Helping people grow... Nickel gazed at her with sad eyes, unblinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Nickel?" Clover asked.

"Clover..." he murmured, eyes still planted on her. The tenderness of his gaze soon disappeared as he shook himself, now steely and harsh. "Why do you have to go around fixing everyone? We're people, not problems."

"We?" Clover looked back at him.

Nickel furrowed his brow. "You think that I'm some kind of idiot who can't solve his own problems," he spat. "You think you have to sit me down, with all your condescending holier-than-thou BS, and tell me what's wrong with me!"

"Nickel..."

"Don't 'Nickel' me, Clover! You think you're helping me, don't you? And you think I need that help! Well I don't, you privileged bastard! You don't need to save me!"

"I wouldn't have to if you tried to save yourself..."

"What?"

"Goodbye, Nickel." Clover was now fully facing away from him; she raised her arms, inviting her four butterflies to take hold of her and lift her into the air.

"No, wait! Don't go!"

Clover kept her arms up, not turning to face him. "Why?"

Nickel's eyes darted around; he buried his feet deeper in the sand. "J-just don't!"

"I know you can answer better than that, Nickel. Come on!" Though he could not see her face, he knew she was smiling by the tone in her voice -- smiling condescendingly. At this point, however, she was probably doing that just to bother him.

"Do you need my help, Nickel?" She continued, goading him.

"Yes!" he yelled. "Yes, Clover, I need your help... I need your help with everything." Nickel's voice lowered to a pathetic whisper.

Clover's butterflies had already begun to lift her; she was a foot or two off of the ground, a quadrefoil print left in the sand where her feet had shifted around. She was gently placed back onto the beach, and turned around to face him.

"I'm a horrible person, right?" Nickel sobbed, his face wet. "I'm so sorry. I feel this terrible feeling in my stomach."

"It's called guilt," Clover said, her voice flat.

"How do I get rid of it?"

Clover blinked her tired eyes. There's clearly only so much she could help him... "What do you think?" she asked.

"People hate me right? For being such a jerk? I need them to not hate me." He looked down at the ground again. His knees were weak.

"Maybe you could apologize for being so mean," Clover suggested, eyes widening; the sunny glint they took on was entirely passive-aggressive, but this was lost on Nickel, who smiled a disgusting, relieved smile in response.

"Y-you're right, I could. And that w-would fix everything."

Clover turned around again and lifted her arms to the sky. She sighed.

Nickel sniffed. "Do you r-really have to go?" His voice was shaky and thick with phlegm; he looked up at her angelic figure with eyes domed in tears.

"Yes, Nickel."

"...Will you miss me?"

She briefly turned her head to meet his wretched gaze. She smiled coldly. "What do you think?"

Nickel crumpled to the ground, saying nothing. Clover softly warbled, signalling to her butterflies; they then lifted her into the night air. Nickel wasn't able to catch a glimpse of her before she disappeared into the darkness -- but then, he didn't deserve it.

#melonposting #inanimate insanity #ii #ii clover #ii nickel #my explanation for why nickel apologized to balloon in the next episode :P #more than anything though this was writing practice!! and it was fun!!! #also no i have not seen the new episode so don't tell me anything about it!!!! #i think this is my first time writing object fic since all of those newbie alliance ones... it's fun! i should do it more :)

[literallymechanical]

Hi! So, I'm planning to start (and hopefully finish) a Master's degree in nuclear engineering or physics within the next few years. I have a few questions, if you don't mind. a. How to pick a school / schools to check out (I've been in mostly unrelated industry for the last couple of years), b. would it be worth it to take a professional hiatus to focus on school, if I could afford to do so by tightening my belt? (mostly-Bs stressed out undergrad but I worked ~30 hr work weeks at the time)

With the disclaimer that my undergrad is in mechanical engineering (and creative writing) and I'm halfway through a materials engineering master's, so this may not be as applicable to physics/nuclear: Go for it, if you can afford it.

I'm doing a professional hiatus for grad school myself, and I regret not doing it sooner. In a lot of engineering fields, a Master's gets you like an immediate $5 or 10K salary bump and a fast-track to the good promotions. Not to mention that you'll learn a ton. Grad classes are much denser than undergrad, and that's a good thing.

For a master's, pick schools based on the curriculum and find one that has intro material you're at least a little bit familiar with, and advanced material that will give you something new and real to learn. You should be able to find course requirements online. Potentially even individual course materials, depending on the school. Learn as much as you can!

And a rule of thumb: a standalone masters in engineering is good – a couple of friends of mine also have masters' in nuclear engineering and have done quite well for themselves – but in the sciences, you probably want a PhD.

For a PhD, look for a specific department and/or lab, not a school. The school is less important than the research – getting stuck with a professor you hate at a prestigious school is a bad time.

[jq37]

How are we feeling about the The Ravening War sidequest?

(Btw thank you for your recaps. I'm catching up on ACOC through them simply because I don't have time to watch the whole season right now, they are super useful!)

(I'm so glad you've found the recaps helpful! That's exactly why I started doing them in the first place. It always makes me happy when people tell me that because they do take quite a lot of time--which is why I only got about halfway through with Neverafter's before school got too busy.)

A Crown of Candy is good but it's not my favorite season. I'm not a big fan of war stories or gritty settings--the Spyre seasons and Misfits are my fave seasons to give you an idea of what my taste is. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed CoC but that was largely because I love the cast and would be entertained watching them do most things. That and I needed to know how far Brennan was gonna go with this goofy ass premise (answer: pretty damn far, and I respect him so much for commitment to the bit). So when I heard this is the setting we'd be doing I was like, this makes sense considering Matt is DMing, but isn't personally very exciting for me. (The solid week of discourse post announcement didn't help.) This is, at the end of the day, Candy Game of Thrones and I could not get it past episode 1 of Game of Thrones. Prequels are also not necessarily my favorite as a concept unless I'm already super invested in a world or character and am hungry for every bit of content about it/them. 

I do like the whole cast though. Getting to watch DM's play is always fun and I do wanna see Acclaimed DM Matthew Mercer be forced to talk about stupid BS like cheese bleeding (actually, scratch that, I never want to hear anyone talk about that again--bleh). If the gifs/clips from the first ep drop are really funny/compelling, I might check it out to watch concurrently, but most likely I'll wait until it's over and watch it all at once like I did with Starstruck. And for the record I ended up really really liking Starstruck (it has my fave Ally character!). 

I'm sure it's gonna be a great season and I know a lot of people are really psyched so I hope everyone who *is* super into the setting has a good time with it!

#anon #asks #anonymous #dimension 20 #a crown of candy #the ravening war

[revclver-jesus]

the most popular interpretation i've seen is that while the yellow is artificial, the blonde hair is as well, both somehow tying to whatever the kirijo meant to do. and now when elizabeth is not the only velvet room attendant of that appearance anymore, it kindaaaaaa does make sense, considering that she and her siblings are like a "body ideal" of a persona user. takaya also shares the default spell with them

{{ Ohhh, for the Takaya's eyes thing I assume? So do you mean to say that you think the Kirijo group was deliberately trying to change him into a velvet room attendant entity? Do you think they'd be aware that those exist though? That's the big head scratcher for that one to me, it seems like a big assumption that his resemblance is on purpose for Kirijo? Though tbf, this could easily be fixed in Reload with a single line saying they heard rumors of ancient entities that have power over arcana-- it's really easy to BS how much info the Kirijo group secretly has tbh! But! I guess that theory also works if it isn't on purpose? Perhaps something about trying to optimize his ability to connect to all things persona caused him to inadvertently become this frankensteined version of a velvet room attendant, where he took on their visual appearance but not quite their abilities. So it was accidental and they didn't really undeerstand why his appearance changed so severely compared to the others, they just knew it made his persona work better.

It IS true though that it's hard to ignore that Takaya has specifically Velvet Room Attendant eyes, not shadow eyes! Shadow eyes have an extra ring around the pupil, vr attendants have takaya's tiny pupils with the black outermost iris. That combined with his silver hair..? Hair they made even MORE white in Reload btw?

The fact that his hair is silver and not all the way white might indicate he's halfway between his natural dark hair and pure white? ( I always headcanoned he used to have dark brown hair personally lol. )

I'm not quite sure what you mean by default spell though btw, do you mean they both use almighty spells? Which, true ! }}

#✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ headcanons. ☾ ✞ ☽ #persona 3 reload

[the-wayside]

Guess who has garbage opinions. It me. I'm going to break this up because I have many opinions and there is only so much of my own brain I can take.

This is also your reminder that the themes of the show are painful topics to cover so if I in anyway upset you, feel free to block and spare your peace. I'm not out here trying to offend anyone but it doesn't mean I won't.

On to it then. Part 1 of how many brain farts can I have in a week? (Formal title: Anatomy of Episode 5 - setting the context)

I think something we need to get into before this episode is the concepts of rape and dub-con. To be clear, dub-con is a purely literary term that does not exist IRL. There is no mystical middle ground IRL. Either you have consent or you don't. Intoxication precludes consent. Porsche could have been the most ready of his entire life to throw down but he cannot consent because he does not have full control over his faculities. And you know, besties, it's a hard sell. I want Kinn to be a good love interest for Porsche because I love my guys. But he isn't. He is a pile of issues and toxicity in a trenchcoat. The thing with this show is all the mafiosos are like that. So it really is pick your poision out here. Only Khun is an unproblematic angel because he isn't having his moral boundaries blurred consistently. His sense of right and wrong hasn't been so warped by murder and crime and StuffTM that he can't recognize up from down.

The reason I say that is because we open up the episode in the cold light of day and the theme throughout for me is the fact that Kinn cannot or refuses to claim personal responsibility for what happened. Makes me wonder how tf consent works in his brain because he is really not getting the part he played. I suppose from his mind's eye, it was on the up and up and he can parcel it away as sex while under the influence which seems a pretty regular occurrence for him with how much he drinks. I am anger, I am unamuse.

So yeah, here he is trying to sell some BS that he doesn't know why Porsche was targeted. The truth? Never heard of her. Kinn's level of denial is basically pathalogical at this point. How much can one man lie to himself? Is it some sort affliction at this point? But we'll get to that.

Apo, our beloved, is so amazing in taking us on Porsche's journey. Porsche at the beginning of the episode is quite frankly numb, automatic in carrying out the orders he's given (go take a shower). This I do want to pick up on: he just sort of stands there, lets his hands hang and the water runs over him. As an isolated thing, it's quite contemplative but when you link it to Porsche's break, you realize that he is already showing the effects of trauma. How is standing in a shower trauma? Disassociation. I wasn't sure until we saw Porsche later, but PTSD isn't solely for army veterans, all it takes is one traumatic incident and it can happen. PTSD is categorized by intrusive thoughts (Porsche yelling as if he could shout them out of his brain) but when Pete calls him you have several jump cuts and a reverse shot. This is tellng you that Porsche's mental state has been altered. The thing with disassocation is that you can be there one minute and gone the next and have walked yourself halfway down the street. It's exhausting and draining and, tbh, Be on a Cloud did not have to go so hard but they did. They said let's deal with the subject of SA and trauma in full chest voice.

So as a jumping off point for the episode it really does tell you where each of them is coming from and what to expect going forward.

On a personal level, I struggled because I know ultimately this is their love story and I had to sit and ask myself: what would I need to happen to feel resolved with this? What healing would I, we as the audience, need to move past this, and the truth is, I don't know. That for me is the value of the show. It asks you such questions like how deep is your forgiveness? There is that saying that forgiveness isn't given because someone deserves it but because they need it. Bullshit. Forgiveness is given to free those who give it from anger and rage. To carry around spewing negativity inside does nothing but give power to the person who hurt you. And truthfully, forgiveness looks different on everyone. I personally can't. Bitch, you're dead to me. But even in saying that, what we have to realize is that Kinn doesn't need our forgiveness, he needs Porsche's, and when he decides to give that, we have to accept it, our own personal views aside.

Enough of that now, time for coffee.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #text #tw: rape #spoilers #kp meta analysis

[talesfromthetraproom]

The Stage Techs Play Electrician for a Day, and Encounter the Wall That Eats All Things

Setting:

Concert Hall. 12 noon (the trouble apparently began before this, but I came in at 12 because my morning involved falling asleep in a computer science lecture and getting my toilet fixed).

Cast:

The student crew (Me)

The union crew (Grumpy, Twin, and Loud)

The supervisors (PM, LX, and Video)

Today's Tale Brought to You By:

A Highly Suspicious Amount of Silence

An Overengineered Game of Snakes and Ladders

The Prospect of Spiders

Really Bad Building Design (and No One is Surprised)

The object of the game: take these ethernet cables, and run them from one side of the audience to the other through the wall that separates the grand tier from the orchestra. Shouldn't be too difficult, right? Right? Wrong. When I arrived on the scene, Video, Loud, and Twin were already mostly defeated and staring at the wall like they might suddenly develop XRay vision.

Several Hours and a Multitude of Plan Bs later, we have the following collection of highlights (in no particular order):

Twin: "Quit telling me about the habitat preferences of venomous spiders when I have my hand shoved halfway up an electrical box!" Me: "I thought the warning both timely and necessary, excuuse me"

LX: [Shop Teacher], you have to understand that University students are complete idiots. Not you though, Wynn. Me (flipping him off over my shoulder): You still wouldn't trust me with a welder, to be fair. Shop Teacher: I would! LX: You shouldn't. She frequently threatens to murder people.

Video: "While I truly appreciate that PM found our missing conduits, is no one going to point out that he also ripped the entire cable box out of the wall? No? Just me? Is anyone thinking about how the cable box is gong back into the wall? No? Just me?"

Loud: "I suddenly feel the need to point out that I told you I could rip this box apart. At absolutely no point did I tell you that I could put it back together and I am in no way liable for what PM decides to do with that information."

Video: "Hey LX. Can we cut one of your network cables and use it as a guide wire?" LX: "That would be an incredibly expensive mistake." Video: "On the contrary I'm willing to bet it's about the least expensive mistake we've made today."

PM: "What's going on out here? Wynn said my presence was requested, and I believe she used the word 'shitshow' so it's gotta be serious." Loud: "Yeah. How mad would you be if we cut a slightly larger hole in this wall?"

LX: "Wynn, go turn off the footlights before PM blinds himself. They're the switch backstage that is labelled 'DO NOT TURN OFF'. Don't give me that look."

PM: "Hey Wynn you have little hands, come feel around behind this box and see if you can find the conduit." LX: "What, so we can now have two cables, a broken pull line, the retrieving snake, and Wynn's arm stuck in the wall???" PM (ignoring him): "Out of curiosity, when was your last tetanus shot?"

LX: "Oh Grumpy? Watch out for the fire alarm sensors up there, an evacuation is the last thing we need today. They're white and look like laser emitte-" *BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.* LX: "....yeah. Those ones." There are certain perks to being located directly across the street from the University Emergency Services building.

In the end and thanks to dumb luck, we did get the cable run all the way through the wall and out the other side. The concert hall, rather than being recording-ready for tomorrow, rather looks like a tornado went through the grand tier. LX got absolutely nothing done that he needed to do today. Half of the face plate screws went missing in the chaos. But I got away with only a few scrapes on my arms, and nobody encountered venomous spiders (though I'm not sure Twin will ever forgive me for that one). I think we all learned a few lessons, and gained a new level of respect for our fellow tradesmen.

#technical theatre #tales #stage techs being a force of chaos #I went home and studied for a cse exam after this #I'm so tired

[clatterbane]

Haven't been around much lately, largely thanks to the lovely post-plague BS. The situation has been pretty depressing too, though I do suspect that at least part of that is also directly a post-viral thing. Mirrors' death didn't help much either, but hey.

I haven't been managing to make it out anywhere but to the occasional medical appointment (where I caught that garbage in the first place! 😒), with the continuing fatigue. Haven't been able to get much done around here either. Frustrating as hell, but in general I'm basically trying to stay patient with myself and not push too hard--which is a particularly bad idea with all kinds of post-viral crap. That includes with braining and wording enough to socialize, unfortunately.

But, I thought I would check in here and let anybody who might have been concerned know what's been going on. Still chugging along! And basically OK, other than this current exasperating health situation and the continuing financial strain which should hopefully be letting up some before too long. (And we should thankfully be due a decent chunk of money back once I am finally officially covered under the health system here.)

Anyway, one relieving development after another laser treatment appointment yesterday: I am apparently NOT likely to go blind in that one eye quite yet! Because yeah, that really has been a major concern the past couple of weeks. 😬

The worse, repeatedly Haunted Eyeball has been seeming to get destabilized by the treatments so far, with more bleeds after every session. Which has been pretty damned discouraging, and also kinda bumming me out.

I actually do trust that the people who have been zapping at my eyeballs here know what they're doing. Too refreshing to get hold of specialists who seem competent and also behave respectfully! 😲 But yeah, from what other people with more experience have said? Evidently, it really is sometimes a "worse before it gets better" situation.

At any rate, I woke up to a massive bleed in Repeatedly Haunted Eyeball a couple of weeks ago, and honestly wasn't sure what to do. I was afraid the retina might have partially detached, as fucked up as my vision was. I was getting A LOT of the dark swirling--obviously from more blood--in most of my visual field. (Which then, of course, blurred everything as it spread out within a couple of days.) Maybe a third of my vision in that eye, though? Just a reddish blur when I got up. Never experienced that before, and hope never to again!

I did consider going to the university medical center ER to get that looked at, that was worrying enough. And Mr. C kinda encouraged me to, because jfc! But, we really couldn't afford it, refundable later or no. I was fatigued enough to make it much harder, my PTSD around that sort of thing is even worse after they basically held me prisoner in Plague Island Hospital after that emergency surgery--and I honestly wasn't sure what they could even do if it was a detached retina, after looking into it some more.

It at least did not seem to get worse over the next few days, other than the blood swirls dispersing and blurring everything out as expected. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Or I might have gone anyway.

So yeah, I decided just to wait for the next scheduled opthalmology appointment. While basically only able to see some light and dark through that eye. 🙃 (And dealing with a bunch of migrainey eyestrain/squinting headaches.) At the office, when they checked my vision, I could just barely make out the eye chart as a lighter blob through the blur. Nicely illustrating how great the vision has been.

I was not expecting anything good, tbqh. I'd halfway resigned myself to just losing that vision, and was also half-expecting shitty blamey reactions and lectures--including to not getting it checked out more urgently. 😑 Besides, you know, to obviously being such a Bad Diabetic that this is even a problem, like I kept getting from that one pompous opthalmology shitpoke in particular at Plague Island Hospital.

At best, I was expecting partial vision going forward and a vitrectomy in the near future. The prospect of which would still be pretty horrifying to me, even if local anesthetics worked properly. It also carries some pretty serious risks.

But, that appointment went about as well as it possibly could have (again)! 😎

No shittiness whatsoever, and it was a bit of a relief that they were also not acting nearly as alarmed about the situation as I was. While not acting dismissive in general.

The doctor had a quick look, and unsurprisingly couldn't see the retina for all the blood in the way. So, she did a quick ultrasound to check for retinal detachment, then called in a colleague who is apparently an eye ultrasound expert to double check. Thankfully, my retina did seem to be intact! They both concluded that it was "just" a pretty bad bleed blurring things out to that extent. 😮‍💨

Much better than it could have been, yeah. She also just wanted to wait and see how that cleared up over the next few weeks before the next scheduled appointment, before considering the dreaded vitrectomy. She sounded like she DID expect it to clear up on its own, at least! Which hopefully means no permanent vision loss for now. Another huge relief.

So, I got the other eyeball zapped--with no ill effects whatsoever on that side thus far! *fingers crossed* And I'm due back in a few weeks to reevaluate the situation with Repeatedly Haunted Eyeball.

I am still understandably pretty concerned about that, especially with not having much choice other than to continue with treatments which have seemingly been making it SO MUCH WORSE so far. Rock and a hard place, and I am not feeling overly optimistic about my chances of avoiding permanent vision loss even in the shorter term.

That eye was apparently in pretty bad shape by the time I finally managed to get appropriate treatment for the retinopathy. I can only keep hoping that it wasn't too late to fix enough of the damage to at least mostly keep me seeing for now. We'll just have to wait and see how this plays out.

(And Mr. C started grumbling again about the plausible malpractice claims keeping stacking up--so you know Mr. Very Deliberately Cool And Collected is getting really worked up when that happens. But yeah, good luck when it's the NHS. 🙄)

Shit happens, you deal, and all that. But, I would really prefer to keep my sight for as long as possible.

#personal #long post #rambling #medical stuff #opthalmology #eyeball lasers #diabetic retinopathy #laser eyes #medical fuckery #post covid syndrome #probably #post viral illness #fatigue #brain fog #laser eye treatment #medical ptsd

[tirednotflirting]

hello tumblr! in all of the bs that has been the last 168 hours, it slipped my mind to tell you all my dumb ass story of my 5sos tickets idiocy last week. can i share it with you now? oh thnks cool

SO

(tried to add a read more here but i’m on my phone at work and it didn’t work so sorry, just scroll for now and i’ll fix it later x)

let’s begin with the fact that the austin date was already chaotic ticket-wise from the day they went on sale. like they barely announced this shit, right? like i was initially made aware of this show existing At All from mili (i think it was mili) saying something in the 5sos chat in the club like maybe an hour before they went on sale im fairly certain.

brb going to fact check that. one moment

okay i’m back. i was half right, it was a few folks who posted about the extra NA dates. also this was on their anniversary so all of this and THEN the 10 year show? i was Insane on this day and so were the boys for doing this (also lol that it was still the no shame tour at this point) pls enjoy some of my insanity in the screenshots below

it was a whole thing.

seats i bought for roomie and i were pretty damn good (in the furthest left section? so michael’s side but like left of the stage itself). that extra ticket (it was in the section like directly in front of michael?) accidentally bought bc ticketmaster is a demon sent to torture us all got sold to another friend who rlly digs them. all was well

and then last friday i chose chaos

so our boy, mr ryan fleming, posts this video of the venue in austin and i send this video to roomie who responds like this (pls note the time)

but i’m not a quitter so i decide to go back to see our friend, the demon ticketmaster. for some reason there’s a bunch of normal seats (not resale) in w bunch of the closer sections that are like, less than what they originally were face value. for a few minutes i’m like…halfway considering this. and THEN. i refresh the page and the two seats next to that extra ticket i accidentally bought? that had been showing as sold for over six months? yeah those seats become available and i type in my credit card number faster than u ever have in my entire life. not a single moment of hesitation, y’all i think i blacked out. pls see the order of events below

roommate wasn’t immediately responding (bc she was getting ready to uber to meet me at the show i think) so i called approx 10 seconds after that last message

and then we get to the show and THIS was our view (roomie said it was the closest she’s ever been to the stage for the show and the look on her face in that moment as she sipped her twisted tea and the absolutely stellar view we had as shown below was Absolutely worth the way i cringed when paying my credit card balance this morning)

in conclusion: last friday i felt quite possibly the lowest and highest i have in actual years and you should absolutely keep an eye on ticketmaster the day of your show just in case

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#this is 100% just for me but i wanted my crazy day on here #this was such a good night #jesus christ i’ll never forget this day

[dragonesszena]

Bleach Anime Celebration 2022 - Day 5: Something Old, Something New

Tags: Uryu x OC, I’m back on my bs again yes, confession scenes are too fun, uryu needs more love in his life and i’m going to provide that if it kills me, no warnings, rating pg

In the months that had passed since they had returned from Hueco Mundo, things had settled into what could almost be called peacefulness, if one wasn’t superstitious about saying something like that aloud. Uryu typically wasn’t, but after being severely wounded several times battling Arrancars he wasn’t going to risk tempting fate. Besides, he felt distinctly unsettled as he stood outside Urahara’s shop, though in this case it wasn’t due to any sort of enemy or threat leveled at him. No, it was because he was making another in a series of spectacularly bad decisions as he stepped into the shop, making his way past the ever quarreling Jinta and Ururu without sparing them a glance.

Urahara was sitting in the back room at a low table, holding a lemon drop up to the light with a pair of chopsticks. “She’s downstairs,” he said as Uryu entered the room, and just the fact that the man knew what he was there for without having to ask twisted Uryu’s stomach further. “Here, try this,” he added, holding the candy out to him still pinched  between the chopsticks.

“No,” Uryu replied flatly, also not bothering to ask questions.

“It won’t hurt you,” Urahara pressed, waving it at him. Uryu didn’t dignify him with a response, though he gave the man more of a wide berth than he usually would as he walked around him.

He had plenty of time to second guess himself during the long descent into the training room Urahara had created underneath his shop, but while he knew he should climb right back out and go about his day, his feet hit the sand floor and he turned to scan the terrain for Rina’s form. He couldn’t see her, which was of no surprise to him considering how massive the room was, but he could sense her spiritual pressure not far away. The explosion that rang out a moment later was a good indicator of her location as well.

Uryu made his way up the gentle slope of the hill before him, easily spotting her at its base on the other side. Target dummies were set up a distance away, several of which were now nothing more than smoldering ash around the broken stake that had held them up. 

“Hadō number thirty-three, Sōkatsui!” she called, a bolt of blue energy erupting from her hands and soaring over the sand to collide with one of the dummies, obliterating it like the others. Rina paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and putting her wrists together, palms out. “Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens! Hadō number seventy-three, Sōren Sōkatsui!” she called out, gathering more energy between her fingers and thrusting her palms out to cast it forward. The resulting twin beams were far more powerful than the Hadō spell she’d just used, but as they reached the halfway point between her and her target, Uryu felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Rina seemed to have had a similar reaction, or else she felt herself lose control of the spell, as before he could react she yelped and jumped backwards, vanishing as the spell erupted where it was with a deafening bang and massive cloud of smoke. She reappeared up the slope closer to him, her curse preceding her out of her flash step.

“Well obviously I thought I could!” she exclaimed, to whom he didn’t know since he couldn’t sense anyone else nearby. “It almost worked…” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as the haze below started to clear. She’d made quite a dent in the ground, but her intended target was entirely untouched.

Uryu lifted his arm, summoning his bow in his right hand. She started to turn at the sound of him drawing it, only to whip her head back around with wide eyes as he arced his shot far wide of her to slam into the dummy, reducing it to a similar pile of ash as the rest. “Looks like it did to me,” he commented.

“How did you…?” she asked, tracing the arrow’s path in the air with a finger. He hadn’t been intending to show off, but he’d admit some part of him was pleased that she was impressed.

“It’s not hard,” he replied unpretentiously despite that. It had been, at one point, but he’d had plenty of practice since then.

“So modest,” she said softly, so he could barely hear her. “Anyway, what brings you over here?” He’d briefly forgotten why he was visiting the shop in the past few moments, but as she asked him he felt the anxiety hit him again.

“I was hoping to talk to you. Not here, though,” he added when she tipped her head to the side. She blinked at him, a faint wrinkle appearing on her forehead as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but she nodded her agreement.

“Sure, let me just… go change.” By which she no doubt really meant “let me go put on a Gigai so you don’t look like you’re talking to yourself like a crazy person”, which he appreciated. Not that they talked much as they walked out of town, up into the wooded area surrounding Karakura. He hadn’t been able to think of another place where they wouldn’t be disturbed, and he hadn’t visited the place for many, many months, having been too busy between Hueco Mundo and then being the sole protector of their home.

Even with the time that had passed, nothing had changed. The stream still ran through the woods, feeding into the waterfall that could be seen through the trees. The only difference that he could see from last time was that the flowers had bloomed.

“Oh, wow, look at the Osmanthus,” Rina said, crouching next to one of the flowering bushes to study it. Uryu took a seat on a rock nearby, trying to let the peace and quiet of the forest quell the nervousness within him. It worked, if only slightly. He couldn’t help but run his fingers over the Quincy Cross around his right wrist idly, his mind drifting as he tried to decide how to start the conversation. He’d spent the past week thinking of and discarding so, so many different options, and had hoped that just coming out here would somehow give him the right thing to say.

So far, it hadn’t.

“This place is beautiful,” Rina commented after a time, startling him as she sat beside him as he hadn’t noticed she’d moved. 

“My grandfather used to bring me here when I was younger,” he replied. “I’ve used it as a training ground ever since.”

“What was he like?” she asked softly. It was the last question he’d expected to have been asked, especially from a Soul Reaper, but he realized he should have expected it from her. She actually cared about the people around her, something that had surprised him when she’d helped him in the Soul Society. 

“He was the kindest man I know, and maybe the wisest,” Uryu replied with a faint smile. “He taught me everything I know about being a Quincy. He was trying to negotiate a peace with the Soul Reapers but…” He didn’t have to finish the story. She had overheard enough of his fight with Mayuri to know it ended in tragedy.

“I wish I could have met him,” she said, so quietly that he didn’t think she realized she was speaking aloud. As such, he didn’t respond, though he realized he felt the same way. “What would he think of you being friends with a bunch of Soul Reapers?” she asked a moment later, a gentle teasing note in her voice.

He laughed softly as he tried to think of what his grandfather would have said. “I think he’d be happy for me,” he replied finally. “At least he’d know there’s good Soul Reapers out there who want to work with us.” He paused, pushing his glasses up to block his face briefly as he felt a flush spreading across his cheeks. “I don’t know what he’d think of me starting to fall for one though.”

He heard her quiet gasp at his admission, but the silence that followed was a special kind of agony. He didn’t dare look over, not sure what he would see on her face if he did and dreading some of the possibilities.

“I guess you don’t know what he’d think of one falling for you too then,” she said finally. A wave of relief broke over him, forcing out a shaky exhalation.

“Maybe he’d be happy about that too,” he offered. His father certainly wouldn’t be, he thought as he finally looked over and Rina smiled before looking away shyly. He couldn’t imagine the hell that would come of Ryūken learning that not only was he spending time with a Soul Reaper but he also cared for one and had admitted as such. It wasn’t that he cared what the man thought, but he did prefer to keep him out of his life as much as possible and him finding out about any of this would do the opposite.

“I don’t want-” he began, only to cut himself off. “My father-“ he started again, then changed his mind with a frustrated sound. “I’d prefer if this wasn’t common knowledge,” he concluded finally, deciding that was the gentlest way to say it without having to get into his dynamic with Ryūken.

“I get it,” she replied, reaching over to rest her hand on his and squeezing it gently. “I won’t say anything to anyone.”

He nodded gratefully, tentatively lacing his fingers through hers. She shifted closer, leaning over to rest her head against his shoulder. He knew they should be getting back before much longer, or else their absence would truly begin drawing questions. For now, though, he was more than content to sit there with her and spend some time together, creating new memories in this place that already held so many for him.

#bleach returns 2022 #uryu ishida #uryu x oc #bleach #fic