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To all y’all who wanted V’s route to be him and Rika getting back together

Guess what? Make the right choices during his route, and you get your wish! :) And guess what else? :) 

IT’S FUCKING HORRIBLE. 

So basically, if you’re enough of an asshole to both V and Rika towards the end of the route, you’ll be treated to a lovely bad ending on Day 10 where V ditches you to go back to Rika. And this bad ending perfectly encapsulates why V and Rika’s relationship is absolutely toxic, has always been toxic, and will always be toxic. 

As soon as V shows up at her door, Rika pretty much dissolves into desperate sobbing, telling V that she was wrong and begging him to stay with her. She asks for forgiveness, and promises that she won’t hurt him anymore. So that’s good, right? Everything is lovely and romantic and #relationshipgoals now, right?

In order to gain his forgiveness, Rika offers to let V hurt her now instead. 

Yup, that’s right. Now the oh so healthy cycle of domestic abuse is being reversed! Rika tells him that he can do anything that he wants to her, telling him that he can “mangle” her body and complete their “Reunion” photoshoot. 

And V agrees. He stays with her, and agrees to hurt her…so that he can protect her (???). Like great, good job guys, now they’re both crazy.

At this point, they both know their relationship isn’t based on love for one another. Rika is desperate to be wanted (by anyone) and V is desperate to find his meaning in providing someone else with “love.” Essentially, they’re just obsessed with the idea of love itself, and very much want to feel love, but are not and have never actually been in love with one another. 

I literally do not understand how people can still be romanticizing their relationship. I still see people who are upset that V’s route ended his and Rika’s troo wuv story, and I’m just??? So confused. Because listen. I like Rika. I like V. But their relationship together is actually the worst thing ever™. Unless you literally hate both characters, I don’t see how you could support this pairing. If they get back together, they will destroy each other. In order for either of them to even begin healing/moving towards happiness, this relationship has to end. And that’s why Cheritz gave us the great route that they did. 

TL;DR: IF YOU’RE STILL ROMANTICIZING V AND RIKA’S RELATIONSHIP:

Truth or Dare

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe)

Multi-fic: Yes? I’m splitting this up into a couple chapters so *finger-guns*

A/N: First Riverdale fic so sorry if anyone here sounds a bit OOC. Also, I don’t really write so *shrugs* be nice please. I had this idea just pop up and HAD to write it.

This was a horrible idea. Truly horrible. It hadn’t even been a half hour into the game before people started getting crazy and clothes were lost. It had started out as a simple sleep over. I just wanted all my friends to be in one place for once without someone trying to rip another’s throat out. My parents had left for the weekend so we were all situated in the living room, Cheryl and I sat in the loveseat, Betty, Veronica, and Archie were on the couch, Jughead was on the recliner (legs crossed and on his laptop), and Kevin was perched on the coffee table between the couch and recliner.

Within ten minutes of the game starting Veronica had dared Betty to keep her shirt off for the rest of the night, Kevin had dared Archie to take his pants off, Cheryl dared me to lose my shirt, Betty (with a face so red you’d think she would’ve passed out) had dared V to ditch her dress, I got Kev to take his shirt off, and Archie got Jug to lose his shirt. Jug had just dared Archie to not be an idiot for the rest of the night, which made everyone laugh. Everyone except Cheryl was somewhat nude and embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Kevin called my name. “Yes,” I answered, staring right at him, trying to be cocky. “Truth… or dare?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. Everyone stared at me as I debated my choices. I decided I didn’t trust that twinkle, and no matter what choice I made I’d be in trouble. “Truth.” I sighed. Kevin’s face almost split in two at my answer, his grin enormous. I tried not to gulp in fear. “I want you to tell everyone here what you really, truly think about them. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Not good.’ I looked him dead in the eye as I said fine, and re-positioned myself on the couch. I took a deep breath before looking at him and speaking. “You’re first then hun,” I said as a small smile grew on my face.

“Kevin, I love you, and I mean that in the most platonic way possible. You were the first friend I made here, and my best friend, and I’ll never forget the way you introduced yourself,” “Oh god Y/N please no!” Kevin cried, a blush creeping up on his face. “Y/N yes,” I mocked. “It adds to the story. Anyways, we were five, I had just moved to town the day before. I was walking through the park when all of a sudden I see this kid come running towards me at full speed, only to fall flat on his face three feet away,” Everyone started laughing while Kevin’s face grew redder. “Y/N!!!” He wailed. “Hush!” I said, still chuckling. “I ran over to him to help but he just sprung up and grabbed my hand and started shaking it. ‘Hi, my name’s Kevin, what’s your name? Wanna play!?’ I mocked in a little kid’s voice. Kevin hit me with a pillow. “I didn’t sound like that!” “Kevin shut up or she’ll never finish.” Cheryl spoke. “Yeah,” Archie spoke up. “I kinda wanna hear what Y/N has to say about me too some time tonight.”

Kevin made a zipping motion with his hands over his mouth before sitting back down, playfully glaring at me as well. “I told him my name and he said it was very pretty, and then he asked me if I liked boys, girls, or both. I was really confused at the time but Kevin just repeated it and told me he only liked boys ‘There’s a word for that you know, it’s called gay, and that’s what I am, so are you gay too?’ I just shook my head and said I didn’t like anyone.” I gave a light chuckle. “Kev gave me a weird look before he shrugged and said that was fine, and to come to him if anyone was being mean to me about not liking boys or girls. I knew at that moment we were going to be best friends,” Betty and Ronnie “Aww-ed”, Cheryl rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile in them, Archie smiled and Jug gave a smirk. 

“You’ve always been there for me Kev, every time I needed you, and I feel honored every time you come to me because you need someone. You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times, and for the most part you knew when to back off. You’re so sassy and confident and I’m so jealous you have the confidence to be who you are. You always try to look on the bright side of things and keep everyone in a cheery mood. You’re amazing and wonderful and I never wanna let you go.”

I paused to look at Kevin, his eyes were watering up and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry right then and there. “You mean the goddamn world to me Kev, you’re the twin brother I wish I always had. I’d crawl on broken glass for you. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need someone to vent to, or if you ever need someone to have your back in a fight.” We smirked at each other, my eyes starting to water up as well. “I love you Kevin Keller, with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.” As soon as I had finished Kevin jumped at me, a couple tears streaming down his face and falling on my shirt as he nearly squeezed the life out of me. I hugged him back immediately and held him just as tightly, a few tears of my own falling as well. “Oh, I love you too Y/N! You’ve always been like a sister to me. I swear you mean the world to me too!” 

He kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away. When I looked around I saw that everyone had gotten misty-eyed, even Jughead, who was trying (and failing) to make it look like he hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. Kevin eventually made his way back to the coffee table, wiping his eyes before looking straight at me. “I swear to god Y/N if the rest of your speeches go anything like this I’m grounding you.” Everyone laughed while I looked around the room, trying to see who I would talk about next.


A.N.: Okay! First part is up! Let me know what you guys think and who Y/N should talk about next *wink* Also if you wanna be tagged that’s more than fine just let me know please!

Tag List (okay just *blushes*): @mrsjugheadjonesthethird, @supernovares

anonymous asked:

The route that gives the most hourglasses is probably Zen's route, ya know, when he's being narcissistic and all. Just a tip for anyone else who's a broke person who doesn't want to spend actual money but still wants to play V's route! ~Leo

I mean, true. He really does give a lot of hg, especially when 1) he’s being narcissistic and 2) he’s being flirty(read: all the time for this one) 

so, go for The Boy so you can get The Other Boy!

707 gives a lot of hourglasses too, from my experience. I’m not sure how much any of this rings true to everyone, but it’s worth a shot

anonymous asked:

Hanging out in a different group at school but ya'll sit in the table next to eric and dyls group and they over hear you saying that you horny af 😂😂 and there reaction lol cause your so innocent and pure to them

“Well that hour fucking sucked asshole!”

Eric grumbled as Dylan, Brooks, Nate and himself grabbed their usual table in the cafeteria.

“You think you had it bad? Try being stuck with that fucker in geography!”

Nate muttered pointing his finger at Brooks whom in return casually flipped him off. Opening their lunches they lazed back in their chairs, muttering about the newest antics of the pervious missions night.

“Y'all are fucking stupid, your gonna get caught setting that shit off!”

Brooks stated as he himself didn’t attend these night rendezvous. Eric rolled his eyes and scoffed. Brooks rolled his eyes, took a bite of his apple and asked if any of the others had seen you since you were late.

“Na she’s having lunch with her chick friends today dude, you’ll have to drool somewhere else”

“Fuck up eric it’s not like that!”

“Bullshit! Your so into y/n it’s sad”

“Fuck you eric!”

“And a bigger fuck you to you too Brooks! Your totally obsessed with y/n! It’s messed up.”

Brooks stood abruptly, his face red with anger as he glared at Eric’s self satisfied smile that stretched across his face. He quickly grabbed his things before storming off.

“Nice going Eric..”

“Dude it’s sad! And it freaks y/n out!”

“You could of try a bit more tact though next time man”

“Nate! He needed to be told, y/n is sick of it!”

Nate muttered something under his breath before departing after Brooks. Eric shook his head in disbelief as he looked out over the room. It was here he spied you are your female friends arriving to lunch and eventually choosing the table next to the doors.
Eric turned to Dylan who seemed to be lost in thought.

“Come on V, let’s ditch this shit hole”

said Eric as he scrunched up his lunch rubbish. Dylan nodded still lost in thought as they ambled towards you to leave. When Eric stopped suddenly making Dylan walk into him.

“Dude what are you doing?”

“Shut up! Listen!”

“To what Reb?”

“Shhhhh!”

Eric pointed his finger to a table near you and ushered Dylan to sit quickly. Emphasising silence as he held his finger to his lips and nodded towards you.

“Im telling you Jenny! I just need to get my ass laid”

“What about that thing with Darren y/n?”

“You mean Mr. 3 minute wham bang thank you Madame?”

“Oh my god seriously?!”

“Deadly serious”


Dylan’s eyes widened and he quickly looked at Eric who had a huge grin on his face. He signalled Dylan to stay put and keep quiet as you continued.

“But seriously man, I want a guy who’s going to go down town for a while ya know? Not some pathetic kitten licks which don’t do shit.”

“Don’t we all y/n”

“I mean fuck he didn’t even fuck good in that 3 mins! It was all lovey dovey romantic shit, when I was like oh my god would you just fuck me hard and fast! Choke me a bit and pull my hair but nope it was all that stupid soft kisses and ‘your soooo beautiful’ vomit.”

“I’ve told you! You need to go for the right guys y/n. Pretty boys can’t do shit”

Eric laughed silently, clapping his hands together and looked at Dylan, who’s face was bright red with a smile upon his face.
Neither of them had eve pictured you as a rough sex girl, let alone that you were even having sex! You’d always been the most reserve of the three of you when it came to anything to do with sex. You often leave the room if it was brought up. Dylan nodded to Eric as you laughed loudly, continuing your conversation.

“He did what Jen?!”

“Yea I know! Totally killed the mood”

“Well yea who wants to fuck to pop or hip hop? You need that heavy baseline of NIN or korn or rammstien or even slipknot. Nsync ain’t gonna do shit! ‘Ooo I loooove youuu soo much giiiirl!’ Yea fuck that! Tell me to buck dich and I’ll be your dirty girl!”

“Y/n!!”

“Oh you know it’s true Jen!”

Your table erupted in laughter as both boys looked at each other wide eyes. Dylan nodded that he and Eric should probably leave now and oddly enough Eric agreed. Both boys readjusted their stiffening manhoods before quickly exiting the cafeteria. Once outside the burst into laughter.

“Dude who would of known!!”

“I know, y/n is nothing as we perceived V”

“What do we do now though, I don’t think I can be the same around her now Reb!”

“Fucked if know man, but imagine this. what if we did tell her to buck dich and she did!”

“Dude!!”

“Oh don’t tell me your not thinking it too VoDKa”

Antonine Wall at Rough Castle Roman Fort, near Bonnybridge, Falkirk, Scotland

The Antonine Wall is the largest relic of the Roman occupation of Scotland. Built around AD 142, on the orders of the Emperor Antoninus Pius, it marked the northern border to the Roman Empire and was constructed as a defense against the northern tribes. It stretched from Carriden on the Forth to Old Kilpatrick on the Clyde, and was approximately 37 miles long.

Unlike the stone-built Hadrian’s Wall, the Antonine Wall consisted of a rampant of soil faced with turf, resting on a stone foundation. It originally stood 12 feet high, and was protected on the north side by a V-shaped ditch that was 40 feet wide and 12 feet deep(seen here on the left). South of the wall itself ran a cobbled road – the ‘Military Way’ – which linked a network of forts that were built along the wall at intervals of approximately 2 miles. These forts acted as barracks for troops who defended the frontier.

The Antonine Wall was constantly being attacked by the Picts and, by AD160, as the Roman Empire gradually became weaker, the Wall was abandoned as the Roman army retreated to the south.

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@moscowsdragon // continued.

    ❛    it is quite an unfortunate sight to behold.    ❜  she stares with an abject disinterest at the unhappy couple , the bride nearly in tears and the husband staring lecherously at the maid of honor. marya is suddenly and uncomfortably reminded of her own wedding , and averts her eyes in discomfort.   ❛    however , the alcohol is free , and i assume the night will vastly improve once the ceremony ends.  ❜

if the ceremony ends,  montague, who has come as a courtesy to the husband, with whom his friend is acquainted well ( as earl he seemed to be invited to dull things far more often —- what makes him stay is only the promise of revelry afterwards ) impatiently utters. bright blue eyes return to the altar. they’re not even near the ‘ i do’s ’ !! often in such situations, he would look around with boredom and again retreat into thoughts. but there is someone beside him who shares his sentiments. and he doesn’t waste opportunities.

again, monty leans toward her, a smile growing on his face. i reckon the alcohol is already free —- and just as well, unattended at the moment. it is unbecoming of a person of status to pursue hedonism, he knows, he knows all there is. oh, but when can he ever help himself?

the reincarnation au: ancient rome
  • root’s royalty. her parents are dead but she’s like the niece of the emperor twice removed or something and he doesn’t have any kids of his own
  • it’s greer and she hates him but she has access to a whole bunch of resources so she makes it work
  • he’s always trying to find her acceptable suitors and she’s Blatantly Not Interested and also always sneaking cute girls up to her room
  • they argue a lot. she never loses
  • she loves (LO V E S) ditching her security detail–an endless source of frustration for captain carter, who’s just trying to do her job and keep root safe–to slip into town
  • that’s how she meets sameen
  • on one of her trips into town she’s just meandering from stall to stall as usual. enjoying the freedom
  • and up ahead she sees a scuffle. dirt’s being kicked up, people are shouting and forming a ring around the fighters
  • root’s kind of party exactly
  • she pushes her way through the crowd and to the front of the ring to see two of greer’s guards having their asses handed to them by a girl who can’t be more than 5'2"
  • the crowd’s going nuts. this girl’s whaling on them. root’s turned on
  • she hears more shouting coming from behind her and glances over her shoulder to see half a dozen more guards headed their way
  • she slips into the ring–the girl is currently sitting on one guard’s chest and slamming his head against the ground repeatedly–grabs her by the shirt and pushes their way through the crowd
  • the little fighter is decidedly not happy to be rescued
  • “who the hell do you think–”
  • “unless you’re keen to see the inside of a jail cell you’re going to want to follow me”
  • the other girl glances over her shoulder to see the slew of guards trying to push through the crowd after them
  • she shakes herself free of root’s grip “you don’t have to hold my hand, i’m coming”
  • root rolls her eyes. they weave their way through the streets and the stalls and the crowds
  • they’re nearly trapped, eventually. guards coming up the street behind and in front of them
  • there’s a narrow alleyway to their left. a thin space between two shops just wide enough for them to squeeze into
  • root pulls her charge in after her
  • they end up VERY close. face to face, chest to chest, backs pressed up against the walls. they’re both breathing heavily
  • the guards run past them and they both let out sighs of relief
  • they stay put for a moment to catch their breath
  • “what do they call you?” root asks. the other girl narrows her eyes.
  • “you first”
  • “you can call me root”
  • “shaw”
  • root rolls that around in her mouth. “shaw. a pleasure”
  • she’s cute, this one. big dark eyes, hair tousled from the fighting and fleeing. root’s into it
  • shaw only grunts and checks the street. it’s clear
  • they slip back onto the street
  • “what happened back there?” root asks. shaw shrugs
  • “greer’s full of shit and so are his people. guards were giving a kid a hard time so i stepped in”
  • “admirable. you’re a fighter. careful, with that. greer’s always looking for gladiators to force into the arena”
  • shaw’s head snaps up. “go back. what’d you say your name was?”
  • “root”
  • “as in–”
  • “unfortunately”
  • shaw scowls. “am i supposed to bow? kiss your hand? call you Your Majesty?”
  • “if you’d like to keep all your appendages i wouldn’t recommend it”
  • shaw smiles a little at that
  • they spend the rest of the day together. at the market, then skipping stones down at the pond. shaw knows a spot away from the masses. they dangle their feet in the water
  • this becomes a regular occurrence: root escaping into town and meeting shaw at the pond. sometimes they still browse the market. sometimes root steals a basket and food from the kitchens before she leaves and they make a picnic of it
  • root never brings shaw back to the palace. she won’t risk her. for the first time she has someone she doesn’t want to lose
  • eventually she slips up. one of greer’s men, zachary, follows her when she ditches her other tails. follows her right to the pond, to shaw, who she greets with a kiss
  • they find themselves surrounded in no time at all
  • they’re dragged back to the palace and separated. shaw tossed into a cell, root locked in her room which may as well be
  • greer visits root
  • walks into the room sighing and shaking his head. “my dear samantha–”
  • “i have nothing to say to you”
  • “she’s a fighter, this friend of yours. knocked out two of my men and bit lambert before the others could restrain her”
  • root glares at him coldly
  • “it’s a pity, you wasting your time on a street rat like that. i’ve brought so many promising young men before you…”
  • root only glares. greer sighs
  • “i’ve come to offer you a proposition, my dear. a chance to save your friend. you choose a husband from those i’ve set before you, and i will give your friend a chance to save her own life”
  • root feels ill. she’s going to kill greer, she decides then. whatever it takes, she’ll bide her time, and she’ll be the one to watch the light drain from his eyes
  • “fine.” she spits. she chooses some bland man from an obsolete country across the sea. he couldn’t meet her eyes, she remembers. he’ll be easy enough to manipulate
  • greer sets the date for shaw’s trial. a big Public Event. the trial of the woman who dared to endear herself to the emperor’s charge
  • greer tells root the setup. two doors, shaw’s choice. behind one, a husband. behind the other, a lion
  • she’ll be armed with only a dagger. her fate is her own choice
  • captain carter is sympathetic, at least. she despises greer as much as anyone. she sneaks root down to the dungeon to see shaw
  • they grasp hands through the bars as root explains the situation
  • “sameen, it’s all my fault, i put you in danger, if i hadnt–”
  • “hey. it was my choice too. i don’t regret it.” shaw squeezes her hand
  • root’s in tears
  • “i’ll find out which is which,” she promises. shaw nods
  • “give me the lion”
  • root looks to her in alarm. “absolutely not”
  • shaw snorts. “im not gonna spend my life shacked up to some guy /greer/ picked out for me. and i get a dagger, right? that’s a fighting chance”
  • “against a /lion/, sameen”
  • “the lion. promise me.”
  • “i–i can’t–”
  • “root. please.”
  • root closes her eyes. nods as the tears start to fall. she cups shaw’s cheek through the bars
  • “goodbye, sameen”
  • shaw hears the unspoken “i love you” in her voice
  • “i know. me too” she whispers
  • the day of the trial, carter finds out which door contains which fate. she reports to root. door 1, lion. door 2, husband
  • shaw steps into the arena, blinking against the harsh sunlight. the crowd goes wild
  • greer smiles smugly from his seat beside root
  • shaw turns to look at them, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun
  • root has a choice
  • honor shaw’s wish. let her take her chance with the lion. watch her be torn apart in front of an audience of thousands
  • or have her dragged off and married to someone else. lose her anyways. this is the last time she’ll see shaw either way, root knows this
  • the lion or the husband
  • the lion or the husband
  • shaw is looking to her expectantly
  • root makes her choice
  • gives shaw the signal
  • shaw nods and turns away
  • root closes her eyes as greer bellows “BEGIN”
Vocabulaire français

estime de soi (nf) - self-esteem

coller (v) - to stick, glue, paste, bond

pudiquement (adv) - modestly, decorously

affamé (adj) - hungry, starving, famished

primordial (adj) - primordial, vital, essential

par-delà (prep) - beyond, across, on the other side of

brumeux (adj) - misty, foggy, hazy

englober (v) - to embrace, include, cover

poncif (nm) - commonplace, cliché

ressasser (v) - to dwell on

inanité (nf) - futility, inanity

pour le moins (exp) - to say the least

ainsi que (conj) - as well as, along with

lâcher (v) - to give way, release, let go of

creuser (v) - to dig

fossé (nm) - ditch, moat, gap, gulf

Words taken from: Un été d'amour et de cendres - Chapitre 2

Forgotten plans || spiderstwinx

Jemma had been hard at work for about four hours now. She didn’t think anything of it until Fitz had stopped by her bunk and asked where Theo was.
Theo…. Shit! Theo!
Oh god, she had forgotten all about the dinner. How could she forget? She quickly changed in to the only dress she had on the Bus, and asked Ward to drive her somewhere. She figured if she drove, she might back out and just call Theo instead. Nope. She had to face him.