#they cheat and can get higher marks than me

[stormgardenscurse]

guys don't like me...

Summary: They’re your best friends! But some of the people (NPCs) crushing on you beg to differ, and are starting to hate seeing the guys flaunt their closeness with you.

Characters: Ace, Epel, Deuce, Cater, Leona

Ace

He’s someone that does this on purpose. It started with dropping in randomly while you were hanging out with other people. Ace picked up on their jealous stares whenever he stood a bit too close to you or laughed at his jokes.

It’s the way you visibly look more comfortable once he’s arrived, because with Ace there you feel less of a need to uphold politeness or conversation-carrying; his personality draws eyes to him instead. And then the one he’s talking to and looking at is you, but despite how that should make you feel put on the spot, it doesn’t. 

Ace dances between aggravating them on purpose and feigning ignorance. He glances at the others when you’re not looking before sporting a smile to ask if you’d go to his basketball match next week. You sigh and say of course you will, ruffling his hair so as to get rid of his smug grin. If Ace doesn’t win, then dinner’s on him. He agrees, happy to leave the room now that he’s left a mark on the conversation. The other students’ moods have dropped, but you don’t know why.

Ace is also the type to be casually touchy, to the point where strangers ask if you’re together - to which he offhandedly says ‘nope!’ only to share your drink (indirect kiss) and receive odd (and some frustrated) looks in the next minute. 

What, is this not normal? Color him flattered that you’re so lenient with him then! (Big faker, horrible horrible)

Epel

Another one that knows exactly what he’s doing, but what else should Epel do when people are eyeing you when he’s also hoping to confess as well? It’s only natural for him to take advantage of his circumstances - he’s already closer to you than they are, and frankly, while he feels bad at the way they deflate when he enters the room and your eyes immediately catch his, Epel feels a sense of pride from how charmed you are by him. It’s like seeing a garden of flowers lean towards the Sun for its attention, only to find that the sunlight has a favorite.

As jealous people sometimes do, his competitors try to subtly mention that Epel is quite cute for a boy, only for him to drop in (he wasn’t eavesdropping, just passing by) and invite you on a magic-wheel joyride. Your evident familiarity with this side of him only throws the others into confusion, and if they challenge Epel to a race, then… he can only accept it and beat them fair and square, no? 

Slightly reckless but also very well-versed (to your worry) with going at high speeds, Epel wipes the floor with them. As to why you’re not a fan of this, it’s because he suggested you sit behind him to ensure he doesn’t cheat! (He’s doing this on purpose of course, but despite your comments of “you’re trying to kill me” you comply, which only strengthens his resolve as you wrap your arms around him to hold on for dear life.)

Deuce

(the NPCs are your friends from outside of school/your hometown! Implied that you and Deuce live fairly close to one-another)

He’s just a nice guy! A guy you think to rely on when you’re in trouble because there’s no one else as genuine and willing to help, in your book. And also the person you dare to open up about your struggles too, if only because Deuce Spade is no stranger to goals that seem unreachable at the moment - like every time you try to climb higher, the earth loosens and slips from beneath your feet and tests your strength.

If he ever hears the other students telling you that he’s a magnet for trouble, Deuce almost slips into self doubt before seeing the look on your face; the obvious disagreement, the hint of offense taken just at the idea. It makes him happy that you have his back even when he’s not around, but a part of Deuce didn’t want to be a wedge between you and your other friends either.

Their complaints soon die however when Deuce’s goodness manifests in a way no one can deny (not anyone with a conscience, at least). When you texted him and mentioned you forgot some ingredients for hotpot when your friends were over at your house, half an hour later there’s a knock on your door because Deuce has run over from his place with said ingredients, saying he had extra at home (“it’s going to expire soon, just take it, don’t worry”), and in a swell of emotion you almost burst into tears at the gesture (Deuce is the only one ever).

Cater

Who’s that guy that always tags you on Magicam? Cater likes being able to see his presence on your profile - it makes him feel more supported on the vast social media sites and quick-moving trends. Whenever you comment on his posts, a smile reaches his face at the sight of a comment that actually knows the context behind the pictures.

So of course, his jealous competitors are quick to ask you about your relationship with Cater. Were you dating? If not, why was he so clingy to you?

You never thought of Cater as clingy per se. Sure, he likes to throw his arm around your shoulder and give you celebratory hugs when something good happens, and texts you a lot - but that’s just how he shows affection in general, you tell them. He’s just a really good friend, and in your head you think that a part of you also relies on his cheeriness to keep your mood up. He always seems to be keeping the energy fun for the sake of others, that you wonder if he gets bored when you both just do nothing at his dorm, flipping through your feeds and doing meaningless quizzes about your personality type.

And then you recall how Cater always asks you for your results, comparing it to his as he leans his shoulder against yours to get a better look at your screen. 

Does he know he treats you different? Maybe. But that’s for him to cling to as long as he can, before Cater has to fess up to his own emotions.

Leona

A mix of intimidation and annoyance is what your admirers tend to feel, whenever you’re with Leona.

You’re one of the only people that can approach him with a smile and ask the randomest things without fear of being shut down, and Leona simply regards you with a sway of his tail and comments here and there. If you’re feeling talkative, you strike a back and forth with him, engrossed in a conversation that onlookers can’t particularly intercept.

More annoying however, is when Leona knows they’re seething inside and just annoys them more by asking you if you could do something for him, like getting him food from the cafeteria. The goal wasn’t to make you run an errand, but have you ask him to go with you instead and buy it together. And with a purposeful act, Leona ‘reluctantly’ leaves his napping spot to be dragged away by you, hand pulling him lightly by the wrist or end of his sleeve.

Sometimes, you’re seen picking up an extra lunch while in the cafeteria line, thinking that you could save Ruggie some trouble by visiting Leona at the greenhouse yourself. Did you realize how much you were spoiling him? Leona says yes, though this awareness might be buried under several layers of him just being ‘a good senpai’ to hang out with. With time, he’ll make his stance clear though. No amount of daftness can ignore Leona when he wants to tell you something, after all.

#ace trappola x reader #epel felmier x reader #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x you #twst x reader #twst reader insert #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #storm writings #twst writing

[moondirti]

soap talks to your pussy like it’s its own being, something separate from you

comes home from deployment and gets down on his knees, nosing the plush fat of it confined by your leggings and whispers how much he missed his sweet girl. gives it little pecks and ignores your whines about not having showered, pinning your knee against a wall so he can lap at your clit like a dog with a bone. all the while whispering little praises you can’t even hear, because they’re not meant for you.

he’s big on overstimulation, and some days he’s hellbent on wringing more than three orgasms from you. you grasp his wrist to pull his hand out from behind your legs, crying about it being too much, and all he does is coo and bend down to ask your sloppy hole whether it can take more.

(and of course he counts the wet sucking noises it makes around his fingers as a response in the affirmative. it should strike you as odd that he gives your cunt higher authority than you, but then he rubs over your folds in that aggressive way he does and all scepticism evaporates to make room for the blooming pressure in your groin.)

when he’s got his cock in you, all he can rave about is how good it is at taking him. should be proud o' th' bonny thing, lass; he groans, eyes downcast to stare at the place where the two of you meet. hugs me sae tight ah think ah might just lose mah dick in there. she’d lik' that tae, wouldn’t she? my best girl

you don’t know whether it’s something you should be bothered by. it’s not like he’s cheating, right? he’s just… hyper-fixated on this one part of you, and consequently seems to neglect everything else. aftercare consists of a warm towel wiping the mess between your legs, coarse fingertips poking at your hypersensitive vulva, kisses on your inner thighs. but there are bite marks on your tits that need attending to, tear tracks he hasn’t yet noticed on your cheeks.

alas :)

#rahhhh i love pervy hypersexual intense soap #johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #johnny ‘soap’ macatavish #soap #x reader #x female reader #x afab reader #cod #call of duty

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

hi! i have a question i’m directing at you bc i’ve seen the idea going around tumblr but most recently on your post — if a student is caught using ai to cheat do you think that’s worth expulsion? should that be the best case scenario punishment? while i understand the importance of making it known to students the severity of using chatgp, at the same time i feel like that’s a very harsh punishment for being caught cheating. but then also at the same time! i’m not a teacher and i don’t know if it’s possible to teach a student to value their education and the opportunity they have for high learning if they don’t already personally believe that the opportunity is a gift. idk! this isn’t really a structured question but i guess i’m curious about how you (or in general, how professors) feel about expulsion for chatgp (i know you’re just one person and don’t speak on behalf of all educators lol but it’s just something i’ve been curious about)

Expulsion as in, ejected wholesale from the entire university, Do Not Darken Our Door Again? No, I don't.

I think what outsiders tend to miss is that students who do this, 99% of the time, are desperate. Something has gone terribly wrong, they're desperate to meet those deadlines and get that work done, and in my experience it's almost always wrapped up in neurodivergence (usually undiagnosed) and frequently a home situation that's made their lives a shit show and pushed academia to a back burner.

But, it's a more serious issue than high school cheating on a multiple choice quiz. Degrees are crafted to have quality assurance built in, and with good reason. The whole point of a degree is that it's proof of higher learning, and specialist knowledge - you get a higher salary (in theory lol) because your employer is paying for the very expensive training you've undergone. This is particularly important in something like medicine or construction, because if you haven't actually completed all parts of that degree you could kill someone; but even in my own field, if you fundamentally don't understand the physical processes of a sand dune as well as its ecology, and someone hires you to manage that sand dune... well, it's going to be an over-stabilised mess in about five years' time and you've killed the rare sand lizards and mining bees that were living there. And if your degree is a course in an institution who is famous for producing top quality environmental workers who know this stuff... well, you've just made your uni course look very, very bad in industry.

So unis are protective of their quality assurance, and that means they do not like cheaters. And I do agree with that, that's fair enough.

For me, though, I think the answer is not full expulsion. I would run it like this:

Confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that the student has indeed cheated. This must be confirmed.

IF NOT CONFIRMED: Mark the work strictly. Pair this with a viva - the student must be able to answer questions about the work from two lecturers with subject expertise, plus someone from the Academic Office (although that latter person can just observe only). This will determine how deep their knowledge is vs what they submitted, and should be factored into the overall mark.

IF CONFIRMED: Module fail, all marks for those credits set to zero, and the information included on transcripts (not why they failed, just that they attempted the module and got zero.) HOWEVER, the student is allowed one resit attempt; this might mean having to redo the year as a part-time student just to get that module, depending on how it's taught and how important it is.

All of the above with the understanding that their work is going to now be checked very closely going forward for repeat issues. In confirmed cases, a viva is now a required part of future work.

To be fair, mind, proving cheating is genuinely very hard, so depending on how strict the uni is, that's roughly the system that gets used anyway. Your work is very strictly marked, you get viva'd, and you usually fail on quality anyway (especially if your flavour of cheating was ChatGPT, because what it produces is shit.) After you've failed, gone through a resit period, and been capped at a pass mark for the fail, you realise pretty quickly that it would have been less stress and effort for a higher mark to just do the work yourself. And that's a learning curve everyone should be allowed, I think.

#asks #the professional world of careers and tasks

[mountymase]

serendipity - two

all of these daydreams come back to me at night

pairing: fem!reader x mason mount

summary: you don’t know his name, he doesn’t know yours - along with many other things you don’t know about each other… but every night, you’re both there, meeting in different scenarios in each other’s dreams, hoping that someday your dreams will come true.

author: SURPRISE MF!!!!!!! LOL! this is what happens when I don’t feel pressured: I write. and I write some good stuff! DONT FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR FEEDBACK!!!!

warnings: series will contain fluff, angst, language and smut. italic parts are for the dreams!

word count: 2.672k

Moving to London wasn’t the hardest part, but adjusting to a whole new work environment was certainly a difficult task but not because the people there were bad — their dynamic was surely different, but everyone was so friendly that you never missed the Danish office. Not for one moment. So when you received text messages from your former colleagues and they tagged you on their Insta stories, you felt bad for not missing your days there.

Between adapting to your new life, having April and Archie around daily, and finishing decorating your new flat, you hardly had the time to miss anything from your old life.

Except him.

He wasn’t there anymore, in your dreams. Your nights were as dark as ever — it felt like there was a void and they were meaningless. Probably like every night should be, but not since he appeared to turn your sleep into more than getting enough rest for the next day. The consequence of this was you sleeping poorly and feeling tired all the time because he wasn't there to make you feel safe, and your best friend just assumed it was because you missed (your now ex-boyfriend) Henrik.

“I don’t,” you blurted, getting a hand squeeze and a confused frown in return as April placed her cup of coffee down. “I mean, I do. He’s important, but it was not the same.”

“Every relationship has its own rough path, love.”

You shook your head, letting her hand go. “It’s not a rough path when there’s a third person involved.”

April’s jaw dropped as a gasp escaped her lips. “He cheated?” She breathed, taking both hands to her chest, clearly shocked.

“God, no! Henrik would never!”

“You cheated on him?” Her voice reached a note higher than it was appropriate, making a few curious glances make your blood boil under your skin.

“Can you keep your fucking voice down, please?” You clenched your fists, long nails marking the skin of the palm of your hand. “You know better! I’m no cheater!”

“I’m sorry,” she shrugged, giving you an apologetic smile. “Who’s the third person, then?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed in frustration, rubbing your forehead with the tip of your fingers as the frown was back on April’s face.

“Are you high?”

“No, but you’ll probably ask that again once I tell you what’s been happening.”

For the next hour, sitting in a corner in that little café, between chocolate muffins and more cups of steamy coffee, you told April the whole truth about your dreams. She listened, smiling when you shared how you felt every time he held you in his arms. Not once did you feel like she was judging you, and you felt a bit foolish for not telling her sooner and getting it all out of your chest — she was your best friend and you always shared everything, no matter how pathetic it’d be. Letting it all out made you feel lighter, maybe even a bit less miserable since you stopped dreaming of him even if you felt like half of you was still missing.

Not knowing his name wasn’t a problem for the ever-creative April, who always tried to get something positive out of every situation. With both of you being massive Grey’s Anatomy fans, she decided you’d start calling him McDreamy from now on. It was a bit foolish but seeing how invested she was made your eyes quickly burn with tears you fought hard to stop.

“I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you, Apes,” you reached for her hand again, squeezing it softly.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll always be around, and it’s so wonderful seeing how in love you are…”

As hard as it was to admit, you did love him. A stranger, a man you had no idea who it was or if he was real — but that pair of brown eyes and the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he smiled, and that constellation of freckles sprinkled across his face… made you flutter.

“Funny you mention his brown eyes,” April said, making you frown this time but you remained in silence, waiting for her to continue. “You always dated men with blue or green eyes, but remember when we were fourteen and you convinced me to draw the man you’d like to marry someday?”

That was the moment you felt the whole place move too fast and everyone around you too slowly. Your hands and the back of your neck tingled, a knot formed on your throat and stomach and you felt the urge to vomit. Memories of a twelve-year-old you were all over your mind, so vivid that if you stretched your arms just a bit you’d be able to touch them and feel them. McDreamy wasn’t so unfamiliar to you, his face was familiar for a reason and the possibility of him being a fantasy made you panic.

If it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms holding you, your body would hit the floor so fast you’d end up hurt once your vision blurred and it all went black.

*****

Y/n.

That name was all Mason could think of for the past two months, besides all the frustrating situations he found himself in. Missing the woman of his dreams, Chelsea having a bad season and his contract negotiations going nowhere he wanted, Mason hoped he could just run away and start fresh. He made an effort to be rational, think of something that’d explain why you weren’t there anymore to bring the only comfort he had in the middle of his chaotic life. But nothing involving you could come with the word “rational”.

He missed you, deeply.

He missed the warmth of your skin and how soft it felt under his touch. Mason missed your smell, he missed your hair between his fingers and mostly, he missed how natural and loving you had been. How he never felt like this for anyone else in his life, and how he found it when he least expected it.

Loving you gave him purpose.

And now you were gone, vanished.

“Mase? Are you listening?” Carlotta, his stylist, waved one hand in the air and snapped her fingers, trying to get his attention as she drank down her latte.

“Yeah yeah, sorry… the Dior collab?” Mason sighed, pouring sparkling water into his almost empty glass.

“I’m supposed to go to their office on Thursday to pick some outfits for you. Would you like to come?”

The Nike + Dior collab was something major, and being invited to be part of it with a few other well-known and influential names got Mason pumped up at first, but it all disappeared once you faded from his life too. You never shared information that was too personal, scared of waking up for sharing more than you should and ending the little time you spent together, but Mason always silently shared his happiness with you whenever something good happened — he shared sadness and frustration too, and without asking anything, you’d soothe him either with your nails softly scratching his skin, making him both relax and get the most delicious chills running down his body, or with your smile. The sweetest smile he’s ever seen.

Mason chewed the inside of his cheeks, not wanting to disappoint Carlotta, but also not knowing how to say no. “Training on Thursdays is usually tough, maybe we could FaceTime?”

“Mase,” he didn’t move his eyes from his glass to look at his friend when she called him; Mason just let out a long, exhausted sigh, when Carlotta reached for his forearm and tried to comfort him with a soft squeeze. “I’m here whenever you feel like sharing what’s been happening.”

Mason nodded, offering her a side smile in return. “I know,” he muttered. “It’s good knowing I’m surrounded by people who care, I know I’ll figure things out soon.”

“That’s the spirit!” Carlotta waved her imaginary pompoms in the air, sharing a giggle with Mason. “FaceTime, then?”

“Sounds good. What kind of theme will this shoot have?”

Carlotta was ready to answer him when, a few tables away from them, a small group of people tried to help a woman. She groaned, trying to get a glimpse of what exactly was going on, but without any success. Mason leaned to his left, stretching his neck hoping he’d see something but there were so many people around the woman that all his eyes caught was an arm hanging in the air as a man walked her out of the café.

He spent another hour or so talking to Carlotta, mostly about this Nike + Dior campaign and the lavish party both brands would throw once all the photoshoots were wrapped, with his own being the last one of a series that were taken with other athletes.

A golden bracelet glistening on the floor when he was about to walk out of the café caught his attention, and it was like his soul left his body. Like there was no blood rushing through his veins, but at the same time he could feel it burning under his skin as his heart pounded against his chest — so hard it hurt, that Mason could swear he’d vomit it.

He’d seen it before. The golden vintage bracelet, with a poppy pendant that his fingers played with so many times before.

In his dreams.

*****

The familiar scent of orange blossom somewhat comforted you because it meant you were home, the dim sunset light forcing its way between the half-closed curtains brought some cosiness to your new and recently fully decorated bedroom. But it didn’t take long for anxiety to creep in again, forcing you to shut your eyes and do your best to focus on your breathing as you repeated the sequence that usually soothed your nerves.

Flashes of what happened before you blacked out filled your mind again, along with memories of a distant past when you were a 14-year-old and spent your afternoons at your best friend’s house, making plans for the future and daydreaming about your potential husbands – although you always made clear you’d marry last because your career would always be the main priority. April was the hopeless romantic in this duo, and not so surprisingly, she’d become a mum just five years later.

Three knocks on the door followed by the most adorable and fuzzy ginger hair showing up behind the door brought a side smile to your lips. Archie was the perfect combination of the sweetest, shy, and sassy child you’ve ever seen; the most precious gift April could’ve ever given to you when she asked you to be his godmother and you proudly accepted.

“You can come in,” you cooed, finally seeing his face. Green eyes sparkled with curiosity and worry, he carefully held a Spider-Man mug in both hands and took short steps toward the bed. “What do you have in there, munchkin?”

“It’s hot coco, mummy made it for you,” the six-year-old said, slowly stretching his arms to you. “I told her you’d feel better if it was in my Spider-Man mug.”

A loving smile spread across your lips, the sorrow in your heart being quickly replaced by the joy that Archis always brought into your life.

“You were right,” you said, carefully sipping the hot liquid. “But do you know what would make me feel even better?”

His eyes widened a bit when you leaned forward as you were about to share a secret. “Huh?”

“Cuddles with my favourite person in the world,” you patted the empty side of the bed, making Archie throw his head back and a cheerful laugh fill the bedroom. He jumped on the bed right after you placed his mug on your bedside table and quickly wrapped his arms around your body.

“Are you going to die?” Archie mumbled, hiding his face in your shirt. You frowned and, before you could say something, he continued: “I was at the Zoo with daddy and I overheard him on the phone with mummy, she said you fainted.”

“Archie, love…” You cupped his face with both hands, making your godson look at you – his teary green eyes blinked repeatedly, trying to push the tears away, as he sniffed. It was painfully adorable. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been very tired lately, just working a lot and finishing decorating the apartment. And I’m feeling much better now that you’re here.”

“Do you promise, momster?” You giggled at the nickname he came up to you: a combination of mum and monster, something you called him quite often. According to Archie, you were too important to be called auntie, and godmother was too long.

“I promise, my little monster.”

It wasn’t long until April decided to check on you – she found a half-asleep Archie in your arms, mumbling how he couldn’t wait to take you to watch him play football so he could score a goal for you until he finally crashed and low snores fell from his parted lips. The constellation of freckles spread across his face was utterly adorable.

“So…” April started, sitting on your bed. “What the hell happened?”

“I had a flashback to our teen years after you mentioned the drawing.”

“But why?” She frowned.

“Because it’s him, Apes. The man I described to you when we were fourteen is the man I’ve been dreaming of, which makes me believe he’s just… someone I imagined.”

“He can’t be.”

“Apes, I know you’re a hopeless romantic but please,” an exhausted sigh parted your lips. “Be fucking reasonable.”

“I refuse myself, Y/n.” April shook her head, repeatedly, not wanting to believe it’s all been your subconscious trying to fill something, you just didn’t know what, because when he showed up for the first time you were in a happy relationship.

“You’re seriously not helping.”

“Would you describe him again? So I can draw him.”

A knot formed in your throat and it was a hard one to swallow. “I love you for doing this for me, but I won’t. I know it was just my mind playing tricks on me, and end of discussion.”

April pouted, and though you were deadly serious about not talking about it anymore, you knew her all too well. She wouldn’t let go, but she’d remain quiet for a while — you hoped to find something else for her to be distracted because it meant she’d focus on it and finally leave you alone.

You talked for a little while, mostly about Archie and how well he was doing at Chelsea FCAcademy. April had sent videos of him multiple times, but you’ve never attended an open training nor a game in person, it’s always been on FaceTime when you were free from work.

Not far from your new apartment, Mason found himself alone at home — tucked under a heavy blanket and a grey hoodie, body was lazily thrown on the dark L-shaped sofa with only the TV lighting up a living room that was too large for just one person. When he bought the house, Mason thought how incredible it’d be to have his family there as many times as he could and that someday he’d have his own family to fill the space. He hoped his own family would get so big he’d have to buy a new, larger house.

With the golden bracelet between his fingers, poppy pendant shining, Mason’s thoughts were everywhere. He remembered, clear as daylight, when you mentioned in one of the dreams that the bracelet belonged to your grandmother and that the pendant was a gift from your dad before he left and it was your favourite flower. It couldn’t be just a coincidence, especially because it was exactly the same bracelet, so he allowed himself to feel all the joy rushing through his veins, warming his heart, body, and soul.

You were real.

“I promise I’ll find you Y/n, whatever it takes.”

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #mason mount angst #mason mount series

[starlitmark]

Summary: n/a Pairing: n/a (background of Yungi, and ot8 x bunny!reader) Tropes: hybrid au, dragon au Genre: n/a Rating: PG Warnings: n/a Word Count: n/a Note: CTASF masterlist Note 2: shout out to @sanjoongie for building this absolutely phenomenal universe with me <3

𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌

Time manipulation

He can’t do it for extended amounts of time but can for a few hours or so

It takes a toll on him but it is very helpful when he wants to get some extra work done

It’s also just nice to freeze time to catch up on sleep or spends some extra time with the thunder 

He likes to pause time for moments like they do in book and movies

He’s reclusive (affectionately) but he absolutely is a hopeless romantic for those kinds of things at the end of the day 

𝕾𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖜𝖆

Whhheeeeewwww our icy boy 

He can freeze/cool anything instantly 

Which can get really fun really quick

But he also can’t always control those icy shards from showing if he’s not in the best mood

If someone in the thunder is sick he’s always right there with a nice cold glass of water ready to give

Often helps cool San off by conjuring some ice and placing his hand where San will feel it

𝖄𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔

Shadow manipulation

He’s so precious about it

He uses his shadows to cover Hop’s eyes during a scary or gory scene in a movie that he knows she won’t be able to stomach

Or if Mingi isn’t around to bend the light, he’ll create a sort of shade to block a bit (or all) of the light if it’s shining in someones eyes

He and Mingi work together on the light-shadow things since they’re two sides of the same coin (he wouldn’t have it any other way)

𝕾𝖆𝖓

Fire to Seonghwa’s ice

It’s not just fire though it’s also heat

Which can also be fun since it incorporates a lot of different things

He does have a bad habit of letting smoky tendrils or burn marks showing when he’s not in the best mood either

Before hops came along he was the only one who could get Seonghwa out of his icy moods

Sometimes he burns his food at restaurants to get a free meal (which is hilarious cause he's living more than comfortably and doesn't need free food)

𝖄𝖊𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌

Mineral manipulation

It’s actually very helpful in his line of work

Something small is missing in the decor? He’ll just conjure up a few stones!

Also very helpful for Hop’s jewelry shop if she’s in a pinch (she won’t let him just make them all for her)

If he knows the mineralogical makeup of the stone (he has a cheat sheet on his phone), then he can make it!

He knows some better than others though

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖎

Light manipulation

He’s a sunny person as it is, but his light manipulation is very helpful to those around him.

Him manipulating light and Yunho manipulating shadows was like a gift from whatever higher power there is

They’re literally inseparable (especially with them being boyfriends)

He often bends the light in his lecture hall and office so it’s not blinding his students or himself as he teaches 

He’s also very handy when there’s a power outage and they need to see!

He can just conjure some up at any point he needs

𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌

Electricity 

With Wooyoung’s personality, electricity just makes sense

He has a little quirk with accidentally sending small electrical pulses into electronics

He’s broken a few speakers at the dance studio like that…

But it also helps him in the process!

If something’s stubborn, he’ll shock it, and sometimes it’ll fix itself from that.

He does accidentally strike people with small lightning bolts when he’s mad at them though (and he shocks Yeosang for fun sometimes)

𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖔

Flora/ plants

We’ve already seen a bit of this in Liquid Gold, but he can create any flora he can think of

There are some plants that are considered “wives’ tales” like the mentioned ‘pregnancy prevention whatever flower’ 

Others are more practical, like interior decorations cooking herbs or healing elixirs 

He also just likes the coziness that his magical element brings with it

He’s made several different vital things for the thunder (mostly that tea for hops) 

He likes to make teas for the thunder based on what flora he associates with them and stores them in little satchels in the kitchen with each person’s name on it (he has threatened to make Wooyoung poison ivy tea before)

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[c-nstellati-ns]

OK imagine Caesar from jjba being cocky thinking he can get away with flirty with other people only for him to get fucked with the reader being the only one he can think of

MELT IN YOUR MOUTH KIND OF LOVIN'... — short

author's fic — y'all need to send more requests like this fr word count — 512 featuring — caesar zeppeli cw — NSFW CONTENT, implied cheating, degradation, hair pulling, dacryphilia, and spanking [twice]

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"Keep quiet, won't you whore?"

Your voice was harsh against his ears, Caesar had to swallow down the loud moan that threatened to spill past his lips. He covered his mouth as best he possibly could, but the way you were pounding him from behind… he wouldn't last much longer. It was his own fault anyways, flirting with those men and women in front of you like that, he deserved everything that was coming to him right now. Caesar's eyes welled up with unshed tears, he could barely hold himself up against the sink without his arms and legs buckling from the pleasure. Of course, you had to do all the work again.

"You love being the center of attention, don't you, Zeppeli? Panty chasing in public like that— such a fucking slut." You smacked him across the ass, hard. Caesar choked on his own tongue, letting out a high-pitched, broken moan and he gripped the counter hard. His pale ass was red and leaking from your previous release in him, he could never be properly satisfied, this slut. He knew what he was getting himself into when he had gotten close to that woman in front of you, and now he was paying the consequences. There was nothing he could say to appease your anger, the damage was done. So why not fuck him within an inch of his life to show him what he was going to be missing?

You gripped his hair roughly, forcing him to stare at himself in the mirror. He was a fucking mess. The eyeliner and mascara he wore streamed down his red cheeks with each tear that rolled down, his lipstick all smudged along with his lips all bruised and red. Caesar looked like a cheap prostitute like this… yet, he couldn't help but get harder at this.

"Look at you, stupid bitch. You love this so much, don't you? Being treated like a two-cent whore, you're so tight— you're fucking enjoying me treating you like shit, huh?" You pulled those golden locks harder, eliciting a louder higher pitched moan from the man beneath you. His cock was red and leaking all over the counter, you had to refrain yourself from pleasing him any further or else that'd be overindulging his already spoiled ass. "You wanted my attention so bad, you went feeling up on those other chicks, huh? Fucking whore, I'll teach you a lesson now that you won't forget."

Caesar couldn't help but nod dumbly, as much as he could with your iron fisted grip on his hair. He didn't care about his volume right now, he only cared about you continuing to fuck him like this forever. "O-ohh, yes, yess— I-I'm your whore! Y-yours, yours, yo- FUCK!" You smacked him across his ass again, harder than last time. He was wailing at this point, claw marks all up and down the counter. The glass fogged up from all his panting, it was such a pretty sight.

He really was nothing but a bitch in heat when it came to you, huh?

NOW PLAYING — bon appetit, katy perry ft. migos...

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[oh-saints]

Hello!! Love how you write angst, could you maybe write a one shot for either mason mount or martin ødegaard, where you have been dating for a couple of years and suddenly he starts being nervous around reader and she thinks that he is going to ask her to move in but he breaks up with her because he starts thinking that she should be with someone that can give her all their time and not being in the spotlight and then idk ajajajaj

Maybe they call them when they are drunk or they get hurt in a match and they call her or something where they hace to face each other or something

Omg this is long ajajajajaj hope you like my idea and it inspires you to write something, I know anything we got from you will be nice :)

hi nonny!! sorry it's only now i can write this request of yours. i hope i'm not too late? ;-)

but since i'm writing an angst-y series for mason, here may i present you something for our favourite young captain that i've been working on the past week...

ghost

it’s true what people say when they tell you to wrap up your unfinished business first. you’re just too blind to see the big, fat ass flag that’s waving as red as your boyfriend’s kit.

martin ødegaard x you tw: insecurity + cheating wc: 3.3k note: this is just a fiction ok i'm just in the mood to make devil out of everyone lolol this actually hits a bit too close to home but I need to let it out, so here we are. I don’t support cheating whatsoever btw, so remember to break it up good first things first 😉but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet. songs: almost is never enough - nathan sykes, ariana grande & midnight rain - taylor swift

“are you engaged or something that I don’t know of?”

it wasn’t often your best friend paid you a call, considering her florist business was thriving and all and they were now rather short-staffed. so when her name flashed over the screen of your phone, you didn’t think twice to excuse yourself out of your office to pick up her call.

but you didn’t think she’d fire you that question. sure, you’d been dating your boyfriend since the early days of his arrival to the north side of london and things had been going stable between you two. sure, you’d talked about the more serious part of your relationship, such as what if you both get married and all. but that was it—none of you discussed more than that, what ifs.

you wouldn’t turn down the opportunity if given, though.

“uh, no? why are you asking?”

“shit,” your friend muttered under her breath. “promise me, first. don’t tell him it comes from me, okay?”

the more your friend gave you disclaimer like that, the more your heart’s palpitation grew rapid. “as if I’d throw my best friend under the bus.”

she laughed at your lame attempt to hide your nervousness. your voice tended to reach an octave higher when you did so. “martin ordered so many peonies for the weekend.”

peony is your favourite flower, you’d told martin that a long while ago—to which martin utilised the information for every of your anniversary bouquet, along with every time your birthday came up. but he never orders for peony on ordinary days because he thinks it defeats the purpose of presenting you everything special on particular days.

and this weekend was the last game of the season, a mark to officially begin your summer break, which is always the time you both look forward to because in between martin’s constant flying schedules and your 9-5 hectic schedule, it’s always nice to have one or two week(s) secluding yourself from the entire world, spending day and night only with your boyfriend.

you had to take a deep breath to slow down your pounding heart. can it be?

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

see you on the weekend, baby.

martin wasn’t supposed to be smiling this wide. he wasn’t even supposed to smile at all. because despite the sweet moniker, the sender wasn’t his own girlfriend of a little more than two years. worse, the sender had even been deprived of every right to call him by endearments since that painful moment she broke up with him, right when he informed her that there was a better opportunity for him in london.

logically, he was supposed to hate her with all his might—how could he stand someone who didn’t support his growth and development as a young football player? how could he stand someone who only crawled back to him when he was now an up-and-coming name in the football world?

logically, he was supposed to come back home straight from the training ground instead of ordering a bunch of flowers for the next time he met her. why did he feel obliged to bring her a handful of flowers? where did this feeling come from?

martin wasn’t one to understand flowers, anyway. he only bought flowers for special occasions, and that was also because he’d gotten the information yourself about your favourite flower. so why was he purchasing something he didn’t possess the knowledge of, to begin with?

but logic seemed to have escaped the most level-headed person under mikel arteta’s team since the ghost of his past decided to appear before him last week.

“martin, you should know that I’m very sorry for what I’ve done,” she started explaining, and the moment she reached for martin’s hands over the table was the moment his resolve crumbled apart. “I wasn’t thinking straight and I was too foolish to want you all for myself. but I’ve grown up, for you, so that I can be someone you need by your side.”

martin should naturally ask for an evidence, or anything to convince him that she had indeed become better for him, had turned into someone she believed he needed. martin should ask what she had become—could she be like you, the one who put shattered pieces of him together and glued him back to his old self?

martin should prove it himself if this very lady in front of him, who’d inflicted more pain than logically accepted, was a better fit to be his other half than you. hell, martin should’ve even proved it himself that she was no better than you, period. so why did his hand now get tangled with hers, reciprocating the light squeeze she gave him over the table?

why did he think she deserve at least a chance to explain herself?

ironic, really, when his gaffer picked martin to be the captain of his team himself solely for martin’s extraordinary football iq.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

landed! can’t wait to see you! xx where are you?

“martin, baby,” martin jumped in his place, his phone almost fell off his hands, as the sultry voice he loved—and he discovered that he still loves it all the same—tried to lure him back to bed. “what are you doing? come back here,”

the pristine white sheet of the hotel slid down her chest as she sat up, beautiful in between the mess he made of her—her now-tangled hair, purple spots down her neck and chest, red marks down her arms and thighs—and martin’s heart broke into two. one at the revelation at how much he’d missed this sight of her, the other at the fact he needed to leave this behind because he still had you to come back to.

you, who’d been waiting for him at the airport for two hours now, because he forgot about picking you up from your business trip. something he never did during the time you both spent together.

you, who would be waiting for him in his house later, ready to spill everything you went through during your business trip, because you know martin was a good listener and never a judgemental one. because you know martin would always have your back.

you, who had loved him before his name, who have loved him through the calm and the storm of a football season, who always love him no matter wins or loses, and who promises to always love him through thins and thicks.

something came up at the training ground. I’m sorry I can’t pick you up myself.

martin’s heart plopped down the plush carpet as he pressed send, for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge right now. not when a pair of arms managed to snake its way to his waist, eliminating the distance between martin and her in no time and they were now skin to skin, and good lord, was it not satisfying to have no barrier between them.

martin’s heart plopped down to the deepest part of hell, perhaps, when he felt his phone vibrated in his hand—the one that wasn’t busy moulding his body to fit the vixen in his arms—and saw the immediate response you replied him with.

alright, good luck with that. see you at home! xx

you, whose love martin had betrayed. consciously so.

“do you still love her?” was the question the woman martin believed as siren incarnated, fired off as soon as she saw him dressing up, ready to leave her behind in this luxury confinement they called five-star hotel.

brave, martin got to give her that. it was the very question martin kept asking himself as he laid awake last night, facing the ceiling while listening to the sound of her gentle breathing, tickling against the skin just an inch from his pecks. her flimsy finger was ghosting yet so palpable, just like your existence—resting there waiting to be acknowledged, like the elephant in the room.

funny how it was his favourite position of yours since the first night you slept together, for it reminded him of her touch, the very touch he’d lost because she was a selfish human being.

yet, martin was currently the one selfish beyond possible combination of words.

but somehow, martin was even braver for responding her when he himself wasn’t sure he could answer his own question.

“I’d be lying if I say I don’t, søta,” he donned his jacket before he leaned down, claiming her lips once more—for what, he didn’t know. to satisfy himself? to soothe the impending thirst that’d been building up unknowingly since she left him? to boost his confidence and justify himself that he was about to do the right thing? “and probably a part of me always will.”

the woman frowned in the way martin was supposed to hate her—she was the reason he’d grown to hate frowny, clingy women—but instead, he shot down a well-placed kiss that she reciprocated in the same fervour, obvious to tell him that she didn’t like sharing. her hands pulled him down further the bed, trying to lull him back to her arms, just like siren personified, and martin laughed in between their heated exchange.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“what if you never come back?” the woman refused to let go of him, hugging him tightly like a koala to his tree. “what if you suddenly realise you love her more?”

“it’s clear to see I don’t love her that much anymore, no?” martin swept the brown locks that reminded him of milky chocolate fondue. sweet, silky, smelt as nice as it looked, as he plucked off one of the peony petals he’d showered her with. “not enough to make me stay with her, anyway.”

martin even surprised himself by saying such words. he didn’t know he was capable of that, he didn’t know how he could have it in him. but if he thought that was surprising, he certainly wouldn’t hold a candle against himself for the things he did—or maybe, had done—to you.

you, whose entire world martin shattered. consciously so, since the moment you parted yourself from the embrace you enveloped him with but whose warmth wasn’t returned.

“what’s wrong?”

he knew it wasn’t easy. it was never easy to be with you since the very beginning anyway—you gathering his broken pieces, you swiping off all of his insecurities and assuring him that you’d wait for him till he wiped off all traces of her, you hiding off your identity so you wouldn’t drag him down in any way possible—but martin didn’t expect them to be very difficult, disclosing all his sins and admitting his faults.

admitting she wasn’t the only one in his heart.

worse, admitting she was never the only one since the start.

“was the emergency that bad at work?”

martin wanted to scream at her, telling her off that she wasn’t supposed to think the better of him, not after everything he’d done to her and their relationship. martin wanted to scream at her, telling her to be the bad guy for once for putting herself first. martin wanted to scream at her, telling her to live happily without him because she didn’t deserve him.

“don’t look at me like that, martin,” your eyes were as clear as always, and martin’s heart broke once more for you and every of the emotions displayed in your eyes. you were scared of him, of how cold he was being around you, and martin’s heart broke because you had been nothing but warm to him. “what’s wrong?”

you didn’t look any different to him at that moment, still lovable and looked very much like his, in every sense of the word. yet he was no longer yours, in every sense of the word. that was what went wrong.

“nothing,” martin acted the way the word implied. martin acted like nothing was wrong, as he kissed the top of your head and slid his hand into yours. “how was your trip?”

“I just wish you were there,” other days, your words would warm him up—the way your presence always succeeded to—but today, as you didn’t grasp back his hand, you meant every single word that escaped your mouth. “too bad, you know?”

too bad, indeed, my love. what if you stayed? what if she wasn’t here? martin thought inwardly as he poured the risotto he was making.

too bad, indeed, my love. because you’re gone already the moment you come home. you thought inwardly as you received the only dish he’d serve you by far because cooking had always been your thing.

too bad, indeed, as the risotto started turning as cold as the long withstanding iceberg in the form of white marble countertop separating you two. too bad, indeed, as the risotto was beyond salvageable even if you tried resurrecting it with every kind of heat earth could produce.

but neither of you moved, so different to the silent dance you both had been doing around the room. yet everything around you two was as loud as obnoxious bunch of drunkards watching the netflix show playing in your living room.

“you know I love you, right?”

the deep breath he let out indicated everything but, and you had never felt so alone in a room full of him. you were left alone, behind a four-wall full of him—his scent, his words, his voice—with nothing but abundance of confusion in your hands. it was, more often than not, your job to declare you love to him, instead of the other way around like this, so what changed?

“I love you,” yet martin couldn’t look straight into your eyes. “but I’m sorry.”

the confusion in your eyes were still evident and martin’s heart broke for you once more because he knew you didn’t deserve any of this. of him, of what he did, of how he’d been treating you. a small doubt crept in for a millisecond—what if he could fix this?—but he buried them down once more because you deserved this from him, an ending as respectable as you are.

“I love you too.”

no, no, you don’t get to say that. you’re not supposed to say that. you were supposed to throw him a thousand questions why he said sorry to you, contradicting his rather fake declaration of love for you.

“I forgive you.”

martin’s head had never snapped that fast, this time it was him that couldn’t hide his bewilderment. of all scenarios he had in his head, what you just did was never in his card. “you don’t know what I did.”

“I don’t care,” you squared your shoulders, and martin knew you meant your words then. you were so full of love and compassion, and it was why martin decided to forget her to be with you, but now martin wanted to run away for how hard life had come to bite his ass. “I love you. I forgive you.”

“I slept with another person,” and he noticed the slight tremble on those strong shoulders that overcame you. there, he needed that. he needed you to know, to feel, to see reality. “I cheated on you. I want to say that I’m sorry every time and every chance I can but I can’t. I’m sorry.”

you had gone through the worst obstacles there was on this earth—tower of terror, skydiving at palm jumeirah, being struck by lightning. you had gone through even worse obstacles—you’d seen your parents divorced before your eyes, you’d seen your friend took his life in front of you. yet nothing was as painful as the joke martin just threw in your face. you could even brave yourself for a guillotine if given the chance.

anything but the lemon your boyfriend just handed over your open wound. clean-cut and straight to the point.

“you said you love me.”

“I do,” martin replied immediately, as if he was sure of it. as if he was sure that loving you was the right thing to do when he’d just committed the wrong thing to do. “that’s why I’m sorry I did what I did.”

“with who?”

“you don’t want to know who.”

but with martin’s answer, it didn’t take you another second to figure out the woman in question. and you regretted asking immediately because you knew it’d be better if you didn’t know. you could even truly forgive him for what he did, as long as it wasn’t her. knowing who the partypooper was always a better option, because not being able to place a face to a name was always better.

but now you knew about it, and you didn’t have time to save your fragile heart from a heavy rain of sharp knives, endlessly stabbing your open wound to enlarge it even more, giving space for another knife to launch itself to a bleeding heart. you didn’t have time to hide your pain, as tears slowly escaped your eyes.

“why?” you gathered every of your remaining energy to sound brave as you faced your losing battle. “what did I do wrong?”

you needed to know because you’d been doing only the right thing. nothing less than perfect for your boyfriend.

martin wanted to know too because you’d been nothing short of what he needed.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself when martin didn’t give you a response, then you gathered yourself again as you reciprocated his strong gaze. as best as you could anyway. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t enough—”

“no, no—”

“tell me what I can do to fix this, martin,” you pursed your lips, holding back the tears left unshed. “we can still fix this. just… please don’t leave me.”

“please don’t do this…” martin sighed because while he knew you’d always fight for what you believe in, he didn’t know it would bring him a big boomerang instead. “I’ve hurt you. staying with me will hurt you more and that’s the last thing I want for you.”

but that was the last straw for you, the look on his face. he spared you a look of sympathy, an emotion you rather detested because you weren’t a charity case. so you cried, this time not because of the lost cause in your relationship. you cried for yourself, because while you were displaying your desperate frustrations to amend the broken bridges, you addressed such wave of emotion to the wrong person.

“what did I do wrong?”

“it’s not you,” martin wanted to hug you—he still hated seeing you cry—but he knew it wasn’t his place anymore to comfort you. he’d deprived himself of the exclusive right in lieu of another set of different luxurious rights. “it’s never your fault.”

but martin never said it was his, either.

#oh-saints writes #martin odegaard #martin ødegaard #martin odegaard one shot #martin odegaard imagines #martin odegaard blurbs #martin odegaard drabbles #martin odegaard angst #martin odegaard x you #martin odegaard x y/n #martin odegaard blurb #martin odegaard drabble #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard fics #martin odegaard fanfic #footie fics #footballer x you

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || as fathers

a/n : YALL LIKE MY LUXIEM HCS MORE THAN MY OTHER ONES SO HERE U GO LMAO 😭 ill feed u guys some more luxiem content before mysta graduates [sobs louder]

SHU YAMINO

TYPICAL ASIAN DAD

but minus the yelling and stuff

hes just pretty damn strict but like he loves you all the same

if you get an A+ in maths, GOOD JOB, HE'LL TREAT YOU TO ICE CREAM [and maybe a magic show WWWW]

if you get a D-, he'll probably say something along the lines of : " try harder kiddo! you can get a higher mark next time! do you want me to help you study? "

he will definitely show up at all of your events and stuff like that to cheer you on

b a n a n a

omg he would accidentally get banned from ur school games bc he keeps helping you with his witchcraft stuff

LUCA KANESHIRO

OMG HES THE DAD THAT ALL YOUR CLASSMATES LOVE

hes the type to bring like the BEST FOOD during those potlucks ur school has

will panic if you bring math homework to him for help AJSHD

if he cant go to ur school events, HE WILL SO FIND A WAY TO GO, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST FOR A MOMENT

ur little sibling would deadass be a dog.

like no shit, this man would want a dog

and that dog is ur sibling

he and his mafia men would be the ones to raise you [FUCKING BONUS POINTS IF ONE OF HIS MEN IS A WOMAN AND SHE IS UR MOTHER FIGURE]

" oh, don't worry kid, you'll get it next time!! if you're ever feeling down, just know your dad thinks that you're pog! "

you dont know how to tell him that saying pog as a [however old he is] man is a little cringe, but you love him for it (IN A FAMILIAL WAY)

IKE EVELAND

a very chill dad when it comes to homework and grades

unless it was english

if you get a low score in english

THIS MANS IS RUTHLESS. HE WILL GET YOU TO READ. A LOT.

but if you get tired of it, he'll let it go

i feel like he'd be the parent who IS your teacher at school

oh boy, you should dread first day if he's your english teacher

" class, i'd like you all to know, im only fucking one of your mothers. " [all jokes LMAO he wouldnt embarrass you like that..... or would he?]

if you get a low score in any subjects or like if you flunk a test, he'll hug you and say:

" don't cry, you've made me proud already. i love you kiddo, and none of those test marks will change that. just tell me if you ever need help okay? i'm always happy to help you with those. "

MYSTA RIAS

BRO OMG HES THAT ONE DAD WITH INSANE SOCIAL MEDIA PRESENCE

SOMEHOW ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOLLOW HIM ON TWITTER??

the most laidback out of all the luxiem guys about homework

doesn't mind if you flunk it, as long as you did your hardest, it's a pass in his book

he cant physically help you with homework

its a british debuff /j

like he would stare at the pythagorean theorem and go 'uhm....'

HE WOULD HELP YOU WITH ALL YOUR FASHION DILEMMAS

there to listen to all the GODDAMN TEA!! like how dare jessica cheat on james like that with ryan??

dude is like the communal dad if any of ur friends dont have a father figure, he'll be there for them too

" oh you flunked your math test? it's alright!! you'll get it next time. they give you too much tests nowadays you guys are all probably burnt out... how about we watch a movie? your mind needs to destress. "

VOX AKUMA

SHAWTY HAS FLIRTED WITH YOUR TEACHERS MORE THAN ONCE

LIKE YOU GOTTA STOP HIM, HIS RIZZ IS TOO MUCH

also that one dad for some reason everyone likes

hes like pretty strict, but its because he wants the best for you

WOULD GET BANNED FROM TRYING TO GO TO UR SCHOOL GAMES BC HE GETS SO PISSED LMAO

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY GET A FOUL?? THEY DIDNT EVEN HIT THE OTHER KID??? "

hes the demon you and ur friends would try to summon at sleepovers

" kid, please, i love you and all, but dad needs to fucking rest. please stop summoning me. "

AND YOUR FRIENDS WOULD SCREAM WWWW

anyways, hes pretty damn smart so hes gotchu covered when it comes to homework help

unless it was history.

history pisses the fuck out of this ancient man.

he will rant about how incorrect the history books are and you'll get nowhere with homework

" oh, darling, it's alright. i'm not disappointed in you and i won't be when it comes to homework. i get it, sometimes it's hard and you don't understand it, but that's when you ask for help, alright? i won't ever shame you for asking me for help. "

a/n : i hope yall r fed this took me 30 minutes to shit out and clean up also i think its obvious whos my favourite in luxiem LMAOO

#luxiem #ike eveland #shu yamino #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #headcanon #i hope yall like it #this fixed my daddy issues in some way #my personal therapy tbh #idk how to tag this #lmao

[kai-anderson-whore]

He's a cult leader/ series(kai Anderson x fem reader) part 5

Summary:y/n moved back to Michigan after her college degree in music where she reunites with an old lover kai Anderson

Chapter warnings: planning of murder, murder, cheating and smut

Part 4 here

Song that y/n sang:

•¤❅¤•.•°˚˚°•..•°˚˚°•.•¤❅¤•.•¤❅¤•.•°˚˚°•. .•°˚˚

Kai was obsessing even more over world domination since the election now taking action you didn't know what to do you were loyal to kai but even for you this was bizarre.

Taking out councilman chang was going to be hard, you didn't know what was right anymore didn't know what to do, you stood infront of kai in your bedroom putting by your laundry.

"And I said there's nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man" he ends his rant, you let out a soft sigh knowing what will come next, "and we're going to prove it" he added making you turn and face your boyfriend.

"How kai?, how will we make councilman chang pay" you asked he took your hand in his giving it a light squeeze, you sat on his lap "we take him out" he simply said.

You tried to remain calm on the outside but on the inside you felt sick you had never done anything like this, that night with the trainer still haunts you, but you try and block it out with drugs kai's brother had prescribed you for your depression now.

They work for now knowing that soon they won't at all, you didn't want to give into this darkness 100% not yet anyway, kai's ruff hand on your bare thigh.

His hand only got higher and higher, "kai wait you we have a cult meeting" you protested, "They can wait" he smirked moving your panties to one side his thumb grazing over your clit.

You gripped his shoulder biting your lip suppressing a moan, "I want to hear you I want everyone downstairs to hear how your divine ruler is making you feel" his voice husked in your ear, making you let out a loud moan as he slipped two fingers into your soaked cunt.

Gripping his shoulders leaving nail marks on his shoulder through the fabric of his t-shirt, earning a low groan from kai as your walls greedily took his fingers blissfully Stretching you out, "fuck kai" you panted your legs spreading further apart for him, allowing his digits go deeper hitting that spot just right.

"Feel good?" He asked with a devilish smirk, all you could do was moan the pleasure building up nearing your release, "kai I'm close" you moaned grinding your hips with his hand "fuck yourself on my fingers" he instructed

You hips grind down on kais fingers along with the unholy sounds leaving your lips, "that's it baby" kai coaxed you that coil in the pit of your ready to unveil.

One more flick of kais thumb on your clit sent you spiralling your release coating his fingers, as his lips were on yours swallowing your moans.

"Let's go downstairs can't keep them waiting any longer" kai chucked at your state skin flushed, hair all tousled from your ponytail, "but what about you can't just leave you like that" you chuckled collecting yourself together.

"You can make it up to me later" sending a wink your way as you fixed yourself leaving the room, you followed behind after shoving on some shorts on.

All eyes on you both as you entered the basement making your cheeks flush crimson, "Thank you all for coming now let's get right down to business" kai said you sat on the floor your back against the table.

"So our new mission is to take out councilman chang and we do it tomorrow night" kai informed the rest of the cult nodding taking in their divine rulers instructions.

They all listened as kai spoke, his words rolling off his tongue in dominance like a natural leader, "but what if we get caught kai I mean the cops will be around this like a hawk he is the councilman" you said standing up.

Kai's hand cupping your cheeks with a small smile on his face, "that's why we have jack" he said placing a small kiss on your lips taking you aback kai never showed affection infront of his cult members.

You didn't say anything after that letting kai finish his lecture before he dismissed everyone, you made your way back into you and kai's shared bedroom, putting a movie to watch on your laptop, not really caring what it was just something to pass time till kai came to bed.

You were about halfway through the movie when kai had finally went to bed, your eyes meeting his as you laid on your side the brightness of your laptop the only light in the room, "what you watching?" He asked stripping down till he was only in his boxers climbing into bed beside you.

"Just some shitty horror film" you shrugged Turing your attention fully on kai as his arm snaked around your waist, "how about making it up to me" he smirked bringing your lips to his in a heating makeout session, your body effortlessly straddling his.

Your hands trailing down his chest as he lifts your oversized t-shirt off your body, leaving you in nothing but your panties since you took your shorts off when you went to bed.

His rough hands on your breasts kneading them, his fingers rolling on your hardened pecks, you hips grinding on his clothed erection, earning a low groan from the blue haired man under you.

"I want you to ride me" he instructed wasting no time discarding your lace panties as kai removed his boxers freeing his erection, you spat on your hand for lubricant giving him a few tugs before sinking down on him.

The feeling of your silk warm walls eagerly inviting him in, you threw your head back staying like that for a moment, kai was usually eager for you to start moving but tonight he was letting you stay still.

Your lips on his tongues dancing with each other, his hand cupped your cheek holding you there, as his hips thrusted into you, swallowing your moans your bare chest on his, "fuck" you sighed holding onto his broad shoulders for leverage.

"You feel so good baby" he hissed the warmth of your soaked cunt sending hin into a new world of pleasure, you met his thrusts now sitting upright, your tits bounced with every thrust, as you started to move more faster.

"You ride my cock so good baby" kai grunted his rough hands on your hips pushing you further down on his cock, "fuck kai I'm close" you moaned your hand kneading your own breast.

Kai's grip on your hips got tighter seeing you toy with your breasts his cock twitching inside your fluttering walls that clenched around him, "cum with me" he whispered softly unlike the hard thrust that his hips were sending.

With one more hard thrust send you spiralling, your release coating his cock as his coated your silk walls, moaning each others name, both of your breathing shallow collecting yourself from your highs.

Getting off kai exhausted, half closed eyes plus it was pretty late at night you just wanted to sleep, "come here" kai mumbled pulling your body closer to his, feeling the warmth of his body radiat off yours.

The next night was hard for you, sitting in that van your mask in hand making your way to councilman chang's house ivy and winter wouldn't be joining us since winter was babysitting ivy's son and ivy was out with her wife ally.

The nerves bubbling inside of you, you knew that you had to do something to them, you didn't want to but it was kai's instructions, preparing yourself as the vehicle came to a halt.

"Alright let's go" kai said as everyone placed their masks on their head, kai the first to exit the van, followed by you, then rest breaking into the chang's household Harrison and Jane tieing the couple up on the living room floor.

You stood beside kai knife in hand about to make the kill bit only for the plan to be thrown out the window, with Meadow doing your job instead, you felt angry that she took your job, kai was either going to be mad at you or her for that, you took your knife killing the finial victim.

Kai instructed you to mark the walls with a smiley face with a dragged down hand print for the nose like he showed you earlier today, with the blood of the victims, whilst he went outside with some of the cult members leaving you, Gary and Harrison to finish the last of your graffiti.

Once you had finished you left the house looking for kai you couldn't find him, hearing something coming from the side of the house thinking someone else was there, investigating you discovered something that only made your guts churn even more.

Kai kissing the face off Meadow, the pang in your heart, you just walked back to the van not saying a word, tearing rolled down your face luckily your mask was still on so no one saw, till you were alone inside the van removing your mask, wiping the salty water from your eyes and cheeks.

"You okay y/n" Harrison asked getting into the van all you did was nod not wanting to talk, just wanted to be alone with your own thoughts.

The drive back home was silent to you anyway not listening to anyone, kai was talking about how great everyone did, sitting beside you as if he never kissed another woman behind your back, you wanted the world to swallow you whole right now, the kai you remembered wouldn't have done that he loved you.

The reason you two went your separate ways was because of your mental state losing your grandmother who was your whole life, you had to go texas to help your grandad just after you had graduated, knowing long distance wouldn't work out plus the stress you were under kai was understanding.

But now you wanted to make kai pay for his actions, walking into the house everyone including kai went into the basement for a celebration drink you took a bottle of whisky you gotten for your birthday still unopened and going to bed.

Changing into sweatpants and a tank top swigging on the bottle the bitterness hitting your tongue, guitar in hand strumming the strings, playing a random song to take your mind off what you had just witnessed.

"Y/n babe where are you" you heard from the hallway, seeing kai come into the bedroom, "come downstairs bring the guitar" he said you shook your head. "I want to be alone right now kai" you said not looking in his eyes if you did the tears would just slip.

"What's wrong" he asked taking a seat next to you "nothing kai" you mumbled strumming the guitar to an old song your grandmother used to sing to you, "it's clearly something is it what we did look it's scary at first but-" You cut kai off with a cold laugh finally looking at him taking another swig of whisky.

"I don't care about that kai it's what I saw you doing with Meadow" you hissed standing up with the guitar in hand and whisky "y/n wait there's a reason for that" kai said his hand grabbing your arm.

"How is there a reason kai for you cheating did you fuck her huh?" You asked anger and sorrow was all kai saw in your eyes "no I didn't y/n but it's for the cult I have a plan" he insisted making you shake your head in disbelief.

"For the cult yeah and what would fucking Meadow the irritating bitch help the cult" you asked waiting on the answer "she's going to video me getting attacked in a day or two then I'll declare I'm running for senator" he informed.

"KAI I COULD HAVE DONE THAT" you snapped walking away "y/n wait once it's the final conference she's going to shoot me" he added making you come to a halt "what the fuck kai you know what do it and see if she's going to be by your side through everything because I'm done I'll stay in the cult but us we're over" you said.

"What happened to you kai you've changed the kai I loved would never have done what you did" you whispered going down stairs.

"FUCK" you heard kai yell punching the wall as you went to the basement, "y/n" they all cheered tipsy "play us a song" Gary said as you sat on the floor legs crossed in a basket "any requests?" You asked setting the guitar on your lap fingers on the frets.

"One of your songs" winter said finally getting home from ally's and ivy's you nodded strumming the guitar again.

"The devil's tongue is long and rotten

Do you remember or have you forgotten?"

Finally kai made it back downstairs angrily, his eyes burning through you as you sang.

"The games we played, it's all the same

It's all the same

I was a child

Not long ago

The stairs were steep

Too steep to follow"

Your eyes were on him as well not breaking the eye contact, kai wished he didn't do what he did he loves you but it is for the cult his top priority, you knew you were second best to that.

"I'll go

Where, I don't know

But I'll go"

"With kindness and grace

You brought what I paid

It was just a game

It's all the same anyway"

"I'll go

Where, I don't know

But I'll go

I'll go

Where, I don't know

But I'll go"

Everyone cheered once you finished the song making you smile at the compliments you were showered with, making kai jealous, "right everyone call it a night" kai said everyone betting their goodbyes leaving you and kai alone.

You grabbed a blanket from the basement making a makeshift bed on the sofa, "what are you doing?" He asked you just ignored him "y/n I asked you something" his voice getting angrier and angrier "fuck sake kai what does it look like I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you anymore" you huffed going to grab a cushion from the living room.

Next thing you knew you were spinned around facing kai his hand on your throat, lips smashing on yours "what did I tell you the most dangerous thing is" he mumbled angrily againt your lips "a humiliated man but there's something worse than that" you chuckled feeling the wetness in your heat.

"Yeah and what's that?" He asked, you finally gave in to kai's darkness fully if that's what he wanted you were going to prove Meadow was nothing compared to you "Me" you whispered.

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congrats on 300!!! 🥳🥳

Could I have 7, 16, and 46 with Rafe Cameron please? 🙈🙈

7. “Hands behind your back.”

16. “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

46. “Do you know what happens when you misbehave?”

Bad Girl

Summary: you’re on your worst behavior at a party so you need to be punished

Warnings: smut, cheating, bondage, spanking, rough sex, slight domination, daddy kink, 18+

Rafe had insisted on you coming to the party at the boneyard with him, even though you just wanted to stay at home and relax. As soon as you arrived he ditched you, searching for Topper and Kelce. You headed over to the keg, none other than JJ Maybank standing there pouring beers for people. “Uh oh, here comes the kook queen. What can I get for you my lord?” You laugh and he smiles, making warmth spread through your system. “Cut the shit JJ, just give me a beer.” “Yes ma’am. Where’s your king by the way?” He passes you the red solo cup, foam almost spilling out over the top, fingers barely grazing but sparks fly at the contact. He feels it too, eyes darkening as he takes a step closer. “Don’t know, don’t care. I didn’t even wanna come to this party.” “Aw cheer up buttercup. I’ll keep you company.”

And he does just that, pulling you over to sit on a log by the bonfire. “Where are the other pogues? Aren’t you worried about them seeing you with me?” He shrugs his shoulders, calloused hand landing on your bare knee. “They all left a little bit ago, just me here.” The feel of his skin against yours makes you shiver, slick growing between your legs for the man who is totally opposite to your boyfriend. You scan his face, admiring his fluffy blonde locks and ocean blue eyes you could get lost in for days. He catches you staring at his lips with longing, breaking your trance when his hand moves higher. “I have a terrible idea,” he scoots even closer, your legs pressed together as he turns to face you fully. “J..” your words are cut off by his lips moving against yours, simple kiss spreading fire through your veins. You moan into his mouth, hands winding onto his hair and trying to pull him closer. His tongue moves into your mouth, massaging yours as you both breathe heavily.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Your blood turns to ice at the sounds of Rafe’s voice, you and JJ breaking apart quickly and turning to see him standing there fuming. “Touch my girl again Maybank and I’ll kill you. Y/n, let’s go.” You stand up, legs wobbly as you give JJ an apologetic look, letting Rafe drag you to his truck. The drive home is eerily quiet, his jaw set hard as he grips the wheel tightly. You follow him up the stairs silently, trying to get out an explanation when he shuts his door and locks it. “I’m sorry Rafe, I didn’t mean to.” “Quiet. Take off your clothes and get on the bed on your knees. Hands behind your back.” You obey, stripping quickly before climbing up, grasping your wrists behind your back. He grabs a tie from the top drawer of his dresser, binding your wrists together in a tight knot. You hear him removing his clothes, not daring to turn around without permission. The bed dips and you feel the heat of his body behind yours, grabbing your bound hands and pulling you back against his chest. “Do you know what happens when you misbehave?” You swallow thickly, mind spinning at what he’s going to do. “I get punished.” “That’s right, you’re gonna take what I give you and not complain.”

He presses your face down into the mattress, forcing your thighs apart with his knee. “Count them.” With no further warning he spanks your left cheek hard, fire spreading over you skin as you yelp at the contact. “One,” you groan out, breathing heavily as you anticipate the next strike. 9 slaps later and its over, your ass hot and glowing red, slick dripping down your thighs. He grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you upright again as his lips find your neck. He spends several minutes sucking deep bruises into your tanned skin, fingers alternating between teasing your nipples and your clit as you writhe against him, whimpers and moans spilling from your lips as you beg him to please fuck you. He pulls back to admire his handy work, grinning in the mirror. “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” “Yes daddy, all yours.” “That’s right baby girl, you’re mine.”

As the words leave his lips he slams inside of you, no resistance at how wet your walls are. “Fuck baby, always so ready for me.” He gives you no time to adjust, fucking you fast and hard as your release draws closer and closer with each thrust. “Can feel you squeezing me, don’t you dare come before I say so.” You whimper, tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you try desperately to hold back the orgasm trying to overtake your system. He lets go of your hair, letting your face fall back into the sheets as he grabs your hips, fucking into you even faster as he grunts behind you. “God Rafe, please let me come. Please.” “Come now slut, soak my cock.” You let out a scream, body trembling as the pleasure floods your senses. “Fuck baby, so good,” he groans before pulling out, spraying your back with his hot cum to further mark you as his. And you were his, in every sense of the word.

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This Week In BL - Cute Kisses, I’m Dropping Shows & Korea Is Getting into the Sequel Game Big Time

Aug 2022 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 4 of 12 - Despite the fact that I like all of the actors, I’m not particularly interested in the friendship group around the script writing aspect. It’s giving me Theory of Love vibes. And you know I am not a fan of that BL. I knew the quote right away. PRAISE ME! Turns out I have 130 IQ entirely wasted on cheesy dialogue from GMMTV shows. I wish they would challenge me by dropping a quote from something a bit more obscure. I really am growing to enjoy the teasing dynamic of the leads. Also, the fact that there’s no clear seme/uke. This is what I wanted Enchante to be! I also find the “writing on each other” habit quite cute. Nice couple language invention. Jimmy’s confident gay is giving me life, nice to see this archetype in a main pair from GMMTV. That said, the pacing concerns me. Ep 4 is awful early for a kiss. 

21 Days Theory (Sun YT ) Ep 1 of 8 - high school BL pulp, high angst, messy, cheating?, and a secret crush. Okay this explains something: I was wondering where my favorite character from the En of Love: Love Mechanics (James) went. The actor is leading out this BL as the seme, X! All cards on the table? I REALLY like this one. Way more than I expected. It reminds me of Blueming crossed with Make it Right (never forget I’m the world’s foremost Make It Right apologist, and the lead even looks a little like Fuse). Why do I like it? 1. GAY UNCLE character!!! We almost never get gay fam from Thailand. This makes me so happy. 2. Boys in blue shorts are back! 3. Seme is already pining, uke is tsundere but with reason. So plot? Our uke is a pretty boy who always comes in second and his nerd & jock (also from EoL) besties. There’s some plot to do with an influencer and possible side NOONA romance. Honestly, I couldn’t ask for more!

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 3 of 10 - I love a smile kiss. I like how very out and very gay Yi is, with his family and in life. It’s pleasing to see in a BL of any kind. This is very much a slow moving pulp just with higher than expected production values. Jean & Nuea are cute. Nuea better be nice to my baby flame. Frankly, I’m slowly falling in love with the entire coffee shop family. I couldn’t care less about the band, but of course I couldn’t care less about a band. 

Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 7 of 10 - When they are together as a couple, VeeMark are a GREAT couple, like FighterTutor level, only slightly less sappy. But the rest of time is just messy. For the record, Vee: I entirely support you stopping Mark’s singing with kisses! All singing should be stopped with kisses forthwith. And now, the break up: Honestly I would’ve done exactly what Mark did. I do not think it’s victim blaming. Vee knew all Ploy‘s tricks. They were together for a long time. He would’ve been able to predict her behavior and should’ve backed away from her and put space between them. Also he could just shake her off, girl or not. I’m with Mark on this one, dump his ass. 

Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 7 of 12 - I like the episode this week. The main couple spent most of it apart which contributed greatly to my enjoyment. TRASH WATCH IS HERE!

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 9 of 12 - their chemistry is quite good. Yep, that’s it. 

My Secret Love (Sat YT) Ep 10 of 12 - Do you know what the worst thing about this show is? The fact that this wasn’t the final episode like I had originally thought? Well, yes. But also, not only is the chemistry between most of the couples really off (and the lead pair is terrible) but the chemistry of the friendship groups is off too. Normally, Thailand can handle friendship groups well. But these two different groups? I don’t believe they’re friends at all. I’m happy that TimMai got resolved, but I’m still on Pete’s side. I don’t think Tim had any right to punch him. They were both drunk.  

Even Sun (Wed iQIYI) Ep 6fin - It’s the finale and it’s still extremely boring. I will probably forget about this show in about 5 minutes. Shame they squandered BouPrem on a shoddy script. 5/10 ONLY WATCH IF YOU HAVE NO LIFE

(that tiny smile!) 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 6 - I love this so so damn much, but thank heavens Shin turns 18 next episode. SQUEE WATCH ALONG  

Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 11 -  I’m pretty sure when they sub “childless” they actually mean “sterile.” There was a lot of domesticity flashback memories and some pining. Basically Vietnam’s limp version of a classic Ep 11 of DOOM! or should that be “doom” (said in kawaii voice)? 

Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 7 - Japan holding down Frigay these days with this one show, although Eclipse starts next week, (thank fuck, because this one sure isn’t doing it for me). I’m now getting used the POV switch to the seme in the penultimate episode. It’s OK I guess? In general, I think this one is just a little too much cringe for me without enough kawaii to balance it out. I’m not invested enough in the characters to even get embarrassed for them. That’s a bad sign. 

In Case You Missed It

I posted a top 10 list of the softest sweetest BLs. 

On Cloud Nine (Sat YouTube) Ep 1 of 6 - a country-set atmospheric series from MindTrio. Oh I don’t like it. It’s very like Calculating Love (also dropped), or The Moment, like those early Star Hunter offerings. I don’t need this kind of pulp in my life anymore, there’s plenty of Thai BL to go around. This was an easy DNF. As opposed to...

War of Y (Tues AISPLY) Ep 1 of 20 (seriously?!) started airing. Here’s my initial thoughts and what I’m gonna do about it. Cheewin’s nonsense (starring the boys from Y-Destiny and SCOY) is better than any of us have a right to expect but I don’t... like it. And I don’t like it for the same reason I don’t like rockstar romances... celebrities (and their people) are assholes. This show features a bunch of actors behaving like actors, managers behaving like managers, all of them predators or victims or both. I’ve dropped before for less (Call It What You Want) and I’ll drop again. Then again I loved Lovely Writer - but I think that’s because Sib is meant to be a sinister dick who’s only an actor because it gets him closer to Gene, and I like that approach. War of Y is just a collection of fragile egos easily traumatized by their own desires (and the needs/demands of others) - it’s brutal to watch. BillySeng are killing it, but.... it hurts, and not in a good way. I’m going to save it and binge all at once when I am feeling bored and resilient. So WoY has been removed from my watch rotation for the time being. Sorry.

Meanwhile, deep cut callback old timers, anyone else reminded of the original PerthSaint Twitter crash with WoY’s casting couch bit on ep 1? Just me?)

So that’s 2 BLs dropped by me this week. I’m feeling mean, apparently. 

Japan’s Takara-kun to Amagi-kun released a teaser (no subs, on FB), premieres Aug 18 on MBS (taking over Senpai's time slot) not sure on international. But hoping for Viki again. 

Looking very aesthetically high school KBL there, Japan. Never say you’re selling out? 

Gossip

THAILAND

Thailand announced a new BL, Roommate the series. Looks like it may have a BL and a GL plot. That’s it, that’s all I got. 

Thai BL Ai Long Nhai from Mflow Entertainment premieres September 26 on Ch3Thailand (no word on international). About a man expelled from foreign university who returns to Thai uni in disgrace and meets A Boy. Adapted from a Y-novel, stars Porsche (Together with Me) & Arm - who are IRL husbands.

KOREA

Apparently Korea is planning a remake of Why R U? which I find absolutely hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then would we have a story? No we would not. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags.  

Studio Yanggwibi (Korea) has announced casting for 2023′s Love Class 2 AKA Love Class Season 2 (filming starts November). I’m assuming this is a whole new pairing based on the same ”love class” premise (which was badly underused in the first installment). So It could also be GL or het. I liked Love Class more than many and I’m intrigued by this approach to a BL series. 

Speaking of Korea doing strange things, Kim Ji Woong & Yoon Seo Bin of Kissable Lips continue to co-brand (I’m gonna call them KissableLips henceforth). IMHO they are the first Korean BL pair to co-brand to this extent - continuing social media activities long after their series ended. They are officially slated for a new series as a pair (not a sequel): Circumstances of Pungdeok Villa Room 304 from Idol Romance. “A happy-go-lucky third-generation chaebol receives an ultimatum from daddy to: 1. Leave the house penniless and survive for 2 years; and 2. Achieve results as team leader in a new business venture. The owner of the villa he lands in ignores and disregards him. However, it turns out they work in the same company.” Let the cohabitation office drama commence. I like them a lot and am pleased to see them get another drama. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

While Saturgay remains the gayest, Frigay is back: Senpai finishes its run but SantaEarth’s My Only 12% starts in iQIYI and so does The Eclipse (my top pick from GMMTV’s 2022 line up) on YouTube. Also Papa & Daddy 2 starts tomorrow on GaGa. 

I have a list of all the BLs coming in August here.

This week’s best moments?

I am weak for these two. Thank you for the gratuitous shower scene Love Mechanics. You’re rewarded by being added to the trope record. 

I love a cameo of one BL in another. This is Coffee Melody referencing Second Chance. 

Oh he’s so fucking cute.

Do we think this Princess Bride reference intentional? (Vice Versa) 

Not much karma there, boys. (My Secret Love) 

Blue shorts are back, 21 Days Theory. 

(last week) 

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okay, i may be in trouble. in space. well, on a planet. but in space.

let me paint you a picture since i left my screenshots at home (not that i took any because i was kind of trying not to die, but… okay. hang on. i will sum up.)

i am down to maybe eight or so achievements to do on the current No Man's Sky expedition. one of which is "scan a creature with blood temperature higher than 60°c". do not ask how this creature survives, merely understand that it exists and you need to find one. that kind of temperature means finding a planet full of firebal… uh, firestorms and try not to die to Mega Hot Heat while you run down the wildlife to take a picture of it.

now up front i admit this - i tried to skip corners. i tried to go fast like a fool. i felt like at this point maybe i could cheat a little? you know - as a morning treat to go with my coffee. instead of actually doing the work of finding a planet that matched the criteria and hoping to get lucky, i hit up the internet for anybody that's already completed this step and got myself a nice, handy planetary address which i dialed in to the nice handy portal.

so i send my atoms to said new planet, coalescing in the middle of stranger buddy's base. i step outside and yup, heat waves the size of skyscrapers and a nice fat little firestorm going on. i sit out the worst of it in the base in my little redneck space suit, pop out when the ground is less likely to melt underneath me and start taking scans of every creature i can see. within a couple of minutes, wham, achievement reached. i beetle back to buddy's base to cool off.

this is where it goes so, so wrong. buddy has built a nice little base about 4 tiles x 8 tiles where one of the short ends is backed into a sheer cliff (he's built it out like a deck). inside this big empty space is a Base Teleporter that is currently flashing No Power. well, that's no good. I fly up to the roof and buddy has two generators and two solar panels sitting there technically collecting power, but NONE OF THEM are hooked up to the base itself. The juice, it is going nowhere. And its not like i have base edit rights to fix this, do i?

well, no problem! where the hell did my ship spawn in? i'll just take the long route of launching into space and hitting up the local station.

nope. my ship is currently marked as "behind" the base, the marker is pointing into the hill. so. fine. i run halfway around the hill, realize that There Is Too Much Heat To Be Walking In This Weather so i grab my terrain tool and just dig into the hill, heading up to the top where i assume my ship spawned in. since it didn't park itself nicely on the base roof but behind it, it's gotta be on the top of the cliffy-hill thing right on some nice flat bit.

i dig up to the top and pop out like some sort of kevlar covered gopher and… no ship. nada. nothing here but me and the heat. i run around, looking for the ship marker, digging into the ground where needed to cool off and finally triangulate the damned marker to be INSIDE the hill as best I can tell.

did… did my ship glitch into an underground cavern or something? because base building guy figured a sheer cliffside residence couldn't possibly be an issue for anybody? i run around a bit more and yeah, the marker is apparently pointing right down into the ground as its certainly not on top where it can be found.

i dig down where the marker is pointing and, of course, i hit the Thou Shalt Not Dig Here Unregistered Non-Base User warning. i can't dig at the marker, its technically inside the base privileges.

i go back back to base, did i miss some sort of cave opening underneath or a dug out launch base because buddy thought to get cute? nada.

okay, FINE. i duck outside again and go "summon my trusty ship, o vortex thing on my gear tool wheel!" and gear tool wheel echoes back "your ship has no fuel, o lord, and cannot come to you no matter how you wish for it."

i boggle. what do you mean 'out of launch fuel'? i just fueled it… like, six planets ago, oh hell.

so the ship is stuck somewhere in the hillside. the base has no working base teleporter. i cannot summon my ship. i'm on a landscape made of a slice of hell with tissue paper protection because this is an Expedition and that's all they give you.

so i think. jesus, what a pain this is turning out to be. okay. i can… uh. okay, i can run in a single direction until i get out of the base circumference, plop down my own base and… build a little structure, get some resources and build my own Base Teleporter? can i do that? no idea but it seems like a reasonable idea.

so i get as cool as i can in base, pick a moment that is not a firestorm outside and start booking it across the landscape, over mound, under dell.

NOW THE SENTINELS SHOW UP.

this entire time they've been nowhere but not only is this place a million degrees, apparently the sentinels are all Frenzied. amigo, me too. this heat, it would get to anybody.

so into the ground i go in a panic to lose the red jerk machines, punch into a cavern somehow that apparently has an entrance somewhere because THEY FOUND ME and now i'm fighting sentinels underground and trying not to trip over Hostile Flora as i needle them down with my little mining gun.

THEN i realize its THREE MINUTES before i have to leave for work. i break out in a cold sweat, dig another sideways tunnel that thankfully the little red assholes couldn't get into, i'm finally far enough way to build a little Save Point somehow and actually had the materials in my suit to do it, so now little adventurer me is hunkered in a tunnel crouched over a lonely save point on a world that is trying to eat me and all because i tried to cheat my way to an achievement point.

i hope to GOD when i log in tonight my ship is unglitched and sitting on top of me, i really do. i have learned my lesson! i'll do the rest of the long way 'round, i swear.

#no man's sky #when it goes wrong #it goes so so wrong #desperation city #my kingdom for a cup of water #and some working electrical cable

[thewertsearch]

TG: [...] we never heard from [jade] again TG: or the trolls for that matter TG: after they tricked john into skipping way ahead and getting his ass handed to him by the denizen TG: i guess once they managed to sabotage us they were done with us

The trolls got two of Dave’s buddies killed and then dipped, so I think he can be forgiven for assuming this was their plan all along. We know that's not true, though - CG and GA, at the absolute minimum, aren't their enemies. 

Whatever plan the trolls did have is probably in disarray right now, and I can’t even speculate as to why even the friendly ones have gone dark. I can picture Rose sitting in her room refreshing Pesterchum, as she waits for the fourth conversation that will never come, and then, for some reason, my eyes get a little wet. 

TG: and since john died he couldnt get jade in on time so whether shes alive or not shes as good as dead from our perspective

Her crater is the size of the moon, so, barring some miracle, she’s been vaporized. 

Her Dreamself would have survived, but the fact that she hasn’t contacted them in four months speaks for itself. Dreamselves do not, unfortunately, function as backup lives, and probably perish with the realself. 

TG: i dont know what he was thinking TG: even we couldnt kill one of those things yet

He wasn’t thinking. The guy is completely passive, and GC seemed to have a plan. We need to nip that in the bud next time around. John’s smarter than this. 

TG: with our higher levels and all our sick gear

Dave’s going back armed to the teeth, with a sylladex full of midgame gear. If he’s smart, he’s bringing some hammers, needles and rifles along with him, as well as a database of useful codes. There’s a lot of goodies this duo could have stockpiled for their past selves - it’s just a shame they come at such a hefty cost. 

GC's ‘cheat’ may have screwed the kids over, but it looks like she's inadvertently given them access to another - and this one’s from a much more reliable source.

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me? TT: Will I just cease to exist? TG: i dont know TG: i mean your whole timeline will TG: maybe

If there's a question mark around her continued existence, then Rose should be coming with him, but that question doesn’t even arise. 

Is she, for some reason, unable to time travel? Dave’s device probably only works for Time wielders or something. 

TT: Is there a chance it'll continue to exist, and I'll just be here alone forever? TT: I'm not sure which outcome is more unsettling.

Man, this is kind of heartbreaking. 

Rose is just barely holding it together. Her verbosity is gone, and her responses are, by her standards, curt. Dave’s changed, too - he’s more serious, and has lost most of the ‘spark’ he had that made his dialogue so fun to read. Not that his dialogue isn’t still entertaining, it’s just not fun. 

In other words, has anyone else noticed a huge tone shift? This is the best ‘arc’ of Homestuck so far, but it’s also already the heaviest. 

#act 4 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog

[jeniffercheck]

interested in ALL your thoughts on the Sexualization of Shiv Roy™️ if you have any to share

So many & it's kind of conflicting at times so I really hope this all makes sense!!! I have been caught in 4k before saying that I adore how the character of Shiv Roy was handled within the writing of the show, I do really think they hit the nail on the head of how a woman like her, in that specific position, would be treated from every angle, even including and bleeding out into to how the audience is supposed to receive and perceive her (very very expectedly polarizing!!!).

So for context for all of this: one of the main things I appreciate about Shiv is how fully realized she is in comparison to her male counterparts (as in, she is just as realized as the rest of them are). Obviously a lot of people who watch the show like to pretend that she's one dimensional (and think the writers missed the mark in some aspects which I can understand those points of view even if I don't always agree, but there is always room for improvement in writing female characters 100% although Shiv is not a standard female character -- she is in many ways, acting and appealing to men), but I honestly do feel like it's safe to say (in that there is evidence to back it up) that we see so much of Shiv's personal character that is wholeheartedly NOT defined by the men on the show (her career ambitions, her sexuality(!!!), her complex thoughts about motherhood, her liberal values, the morally corrupt things she does despite those values, how mean and selfish she is, how she obviously just wants so badly to be loved, etc.) BUT (huge but), at the same time, Shiv's role on the show and her story arcs are so heavily centered around the male characters that most of her character motives & drive ARE defined by the men. Every single thing she does in that show is to win over the support of a giant group of men (starting in s2, but i will get into this)!!

[This is not always in a bad way to me, I think characters like Shiv, Gerri, & Karolina are purposefully portrayed how many women feel in real life, which is that they always have to try harder than their male counterparts to get a fraction of the credit, and there's always a risk of being undermined or overlooked (Roman betraying Gerri --more to that obviously as well-- & Hugo aiming to get Karolina fired -- more to that as well but u get the picture). We see this with Shiv most often; as hard as she tries, Roman and especially Kendall will always land higher on the rung than her (final lesson is her sitting in that car with tom).]

This is where the sexualization of Shiv Roy gets a little contradictory for me, because at certain points in the show I do have difficulty placing her motives and other times I do think it’s a really important part of her character! For added context, Roman’s sexualization is very important to me here because I think it's good to remember that from the very start of the show Shiv wasn't the ONLY character being sexualized; obviously a lot of Roman's motives are centered around his difficulties having traditional sex, and we even get some early suggestive sex from Kendall and Rava although I think that scene is pretty gratuitous (the staircase scene????? I mean I guess we know why rava fell for him<33 and the hospital boner<3) BUT I think for me, Season 1 is the only time where I think Shiv's sexuality is MAINLY (not only, but mainly) gratuitous. I think ShivNate on its own was a very good set up and introduction to Shiv's promiscuity and her inclination towards cheating/non-monogamy, but a lot of her motives and plot in that season went specifically towards all of the cheating, and by extension, sex, with Nate and the growing festering smothering feeling of being with Tom, and it is a time in the show where I felt like she seemed more like a sex object than a true competitor in the 'succession.'

Season 2, I take a lot differently. I think once she's inserted into the game completely, the playing field kind of evens out in a sense. They also stop with the suggestive scenes for the most part, and while I do believe that is in part due to the tonal shift, I think it's also uniquely fitting for Shiv's character coming into a new season. A season where she arrives with a new husband, a second season big chop (VERY professional haircut compared to s1), an updated wardrobe, and receives a brand new role in the family structure, I do play with the idea that they obviously could have kept in a lot of the same suggestive scenes that had in Season 1, yet chose not to, which in part I think has to do with Shiv becoming a 'serious person.'

One of the most interesting parts about this aspect, is that the sexualization of Shiv Roy from OTHER CHARACTERS does not end!!! The filmmakers themselves lay off on the blatant stuff (save for s2 ass shot you'll always be famous) -- Season 2 is Shiv's big season and they really start to tell her nuances and her wants and we learn so much more about her than we had in s1, yet the characters within the show, the people she's surrounded by, still don't treat her any differently!! She's a slut, she's a cheater, she's cucking Tom, she's giving a speech so let's blast 'rape me', we're caught in a sex scandal so let's use her!!! Shiv Roy is still an object!! She is a woman she is an object!!

That, is what I find most brilliant about the writing. All of Season 1 was spent showing Shiv as all of the things men fear in a woman; abrasiveness, confident, sexy, smart, willing to cheat, and many many viewers bought into this. These viewers took s1 Shiv and placed her into a box and that's all she ever was from s1 to the very last second of s4, which is exactlyyyyy how the characters in the show treated her. Her tonal shift in s2 did not matter to them, she was never fit for anything she tried for. Never. They could not fit Shiv inside their heads, which like....,,,,,,,,,,,,,,she says it to you !! She says it to everyone, the characters, to the viewers,,,,,,,,,,,,,like........amazing and why I am so enamored with her and with the writing. She is so real and so many women feel this way. She knows she's sexy too, and couldn't even use with someone like her husband who just saw her as a vending machine for an heir (gee Tom why do you think she strayed....was it the period tracking???). now i'm just going to rant so i'll stop<3333

#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #there are so many things i wanted to include but i dont know how to fit them in #shiv is so interesting #i love the way she was written so much #i hope this one makes sense as well #jesus christ #answered #shiv roy

[summercreolefanfictioner]

the Sakamaki brothers as kpop songs (plus scenarios / headcanons)

A/N: As if the break-up songs weren't enough lol. And disclaimer, I am not a kpop stan or anything of the sort. I just listening to some of them 'cause they sound amazing.

SHUU

"Don’t look back and leave Don’t find me again and just live on Because I have no regrets from loving you, so only take the good memories."

what is it with this guy and his affinity for lonely songs

the thing abt Shuu is that he lives his life with waaaaaaay too many regrets

so let's say he loves this human girl so much

but instead of taking the relationship a further notch, he just decides to cut things off w/ no explanation

then he gets sad abt it wtf

and one day he's like "shouldn't have let her go"

REIJI

"So you can’t forget me, I keep standing in front of you again Your heart, so I can’t shake it and get out of it I steal your lips again and run far away."

I swear this man lives for the femme fatale

I bet he has already dated a female vampire who's at par with him with his intelligence and cunning persona

hmmm this sounds like a Bond movie

this guy will make sure he imprints he's mark on you cause he is a possessive man like that

AYATO

"You and I, we kiss, I feel good I’m trusting myself with you, I feel you This is a little dangerous, dangerous, dangerous I think I’ll cross a line."

AYAYUI STANS, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT TO SHINE!

I actually had a hard time coming up with a song that relates to Ayato's side so well

cause I wanna perfectly capture not just the sadistic side but also some sides of him (since I have watched all his gameplays)

so yeah I think this song fits 'cause ya know Ayato's that bad guy in teen flicks who attracts the sheltered girls

think Hardin Scott and Troy Bolton combined lol

yes this is another AyaYui anthem

KANATO

"Us together inside this maze The only thing I can count on is you Close your eyes, hold me, because We have no tomorrow."

okay so I was thinking of Red Velvet's 'Feel My Rhythm' and yes it still suits Kanato but I think this takes the spot

there's something abt this song that screams "assurance" and Kanato craves it so well

plus the main color for this song is purple so it captures his needy and sensual side

this is just me showing another side of Kanato 'cause let's be real if he just socialized, his bang list would be higher than Ayato and Laito

LAITO

"Don't offer me a drink, oh baby It'll only bring regrets Don't give me courage, oh baby I know it'll only last today."

hmm another sensual song

I know sometimes I make Laito into a whore but this song matches his aesthetics

this song is actually abt going all for love despite the consequences and I believe Laito would play the devil's advocate

like he would tempt you with his sweet words and handsome gaze and gentlemanly ways but he would also dump and cheat on you

Laito is just that type of guy who tells you what's good for you even tho we all know it's not

but ofc you don't care

SUBARU

"Risking my everything, I cast this spell, we can be so perfect Even if the world becomes my enemy It can’t be, it can’t be anyone but you."

I always link Subaru with sad songs bcos of his falling in love w/ teacher headcanons lol

but when I was searching for songs that would match him, this one immediately resonated with his character

I actually have a headcanon that Subaru is someone who fights for love, especially when the person he's aiming for is in danger or is in toxic relationship

like idk it just reminds him of his mother and his thoughts of "why do you still cling onto him when he doesn't care for you"

#spotify #diabolik lovers headcanons #diahell #diabolik lovers #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #music recommendation #kpop #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki shu #sakamaki subaru #sakamaki ayato #subaru sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #dialovers #dialovers fandom #diahell content #diabolik boys #diabolik brothers #diabolik lovers fandom #sakamaki laito #dl boys #diaboys #kanato sakamaki headcanons #ayato sakamaki headcanons #yui komori #komori yui #ayayui

[bluewren]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me, Mel!! @melisusthewee

This is a card fic that I pick at from time to time.

She watches as Blackwall peal up one side on the each pile cards then releases for his cards to revolve over one another. A beat forms as the cards click clack over one another, Cassandra finds it similar to the sensation of running a whetstone over her sword. “What are you playing?” Blackwalls deals out cards from his hand, more focused on the rhythm of the flick of his hand than the gaze of the Seeker’s curiosity.

“Nothing at the moment.” He mumbles. “This is more a force of habit, from back in the days when I had my own troops to look after. Care to play a round?”

“I must admit that I never dallied with soldiers enough for them to offer me to be part of their games.” Cassandra raises a brow, although still choosing to take the seat opposite of the Warden.

“You’re respected by every soldier at Skyhold, and fought hard enough for everyone to fear you just as much.” One last card gets flipped up, Diamonds, then he places the deck over it. Soldier to soldier, Blackwall extends the invitation with a smile on his lips. “Perhaps it’s time for you to see how the rest of us grunts enjoy ourselves. The rules can be learned along the way.”

“I do find it humbling that you see me as one of your own.” She lets go a short giggle, her neck slants back by shock at Blackwall's comment. ”Deal me a hand.”

He slides over one hand, then places Eight Spades on the table. “The suit of the card at the bottom beats everything. A higher rank of the matching suit beats my card.”

Cassandra watches the card fall onto the table. Her hand slowly extends out with the Jack Spades, cautious as a baby taking her first steps. This past time that she seen on top of crates from several dozen of her soldiers might as well be an Orlesian ballgown to her, awkward and ill fitting for her hands.

Watches Blackwall glides a Jack Clovers onto the table like an arrow flying to its mark.

She looks down at her cards, unfortunately no Clovers. She looks up and sighs. “I am without a card to play.”

“Then you can go pick those up.” Blackwall asserts, his hand flippantly gestures to their board. “They’re your’s now.”

“What has just happened?” The Seeker gawks, flabbergasted by the nonsensical interaction slide up and down between the board and her opponent.

All that Blackwall has for her was dry laughter. Barely an itch on his beard, everybody has started somewhere but she simply had all the tells of a beginner.

“Beginner’s luck isn’t always a thing. Just keep going at it.” He tries with all his might to not widen his smile. “You can take this too.”

A second Jack is added to Cassandra’s defeat.

“Ugh. Nothing about this game makes any sense.” Cassandra blurts out.

“Just keep going at it.” He repeats while drawing three from their deck.

They continue onto the second round. The rules slowly begin to seep into Cassandra’s head, this travesty of a game slowly starts to have some sense to her. Blackwall plays one, sometimes two of the same rank, then Cassandra does the same. This time, she closes six pairs of cards using the cards gained from previous losses. Then Blackwall gathers them all up and castes them aside.

Cassandra places down her own card, then Blackwall does the same. Slowly the exchanging of turns becomes a rhythmic act to one another, the cards demanding less of her attention than the words between two friends.

“It’s feels like there are cards missing. Why have I yet to see a two or a three.” She narrows her brows at the cards in her hand. Feeling bright about her revelation, but also cheated in the same breath.

“I’m not sure how that started, possibly from workers who couldn’t afford a second deck after they lost those cards.” He places down a card to match Cassandra’s. “We’ve been here for a couple months now, how has Skyhold been treating you?”

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