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[george-havo]

Day 002, salvage ship The Wretched, Flight Engineer George Havo reporting. Yesterday, I ate through all of the food I had stashed in the engine room (peanut butter crackers only last so long), so I decided to start today with a task I've been dreading: removing the bodies from the mess hall. Honestly, I probably would have put this off longer if I wasn't starving. It was hard to not think about their deaths while I carried the bodies to the airlock. Karl was holding a pink teddy bear, darkened by blood. The bear's name was Pinkie, named and gifted to him by his daughter. His daughter is seven, now. I'll need to find a way to explain her father's death to her. I tried to not look at the other bodies much. I set them down in a row, April, then Daisuke, then Karl. If I had been among the dead, I would have been second, after April. They didn't look peaceful. I tried to cross their legs, but their stiffening joints didn't allow it. I did manage to tuck Pinkie into Karl's arms. The line of bodies, placed like Barbies against the steel wall of the airlock, were witness to a long period of my daydreaming. I stood next to the door, unwilling to go inside the ship and begin the eject sequence. I thought about the funeral speeches I'd have to give, about the nice things I'd have to say to their loved ones. I realized that I didn't consider this a funeral, that I couldn't bring myself to eject them. If—when—I am rescued, there will be a proper funeral for them. I cannot provide them that, not here. Not in the black of space. I decided to depressurize the airlock to preserve their bodies, but I couldn't bring myself to jettison my crewmates. After my disquieting morning, I threw myself into more technical tasks. I did a few diagnostics and poked around the engine room more. After our altercation with the alien, everything is pretty shaken up, and me living in the space for the past few days hasn't helped the organization. Despite the disorganization, I did some important things. The most important—drumroll, please—: I fixed the distress beacon! No telling when anyone will pick the signal up, but at least it's out there. The less positive development is that I no longer have a backup generator. I was trying to repair the beacon, and I ended up overtaxing the main generator and toasting the circuitry. I replaced the boards with ones from the backup, but no longer having a backup bothers me. I hope someone answers the distress call before I find out what it's like to have no electricity in space. It's almost time for me to sleep. Last night, I had a dream about the alien. When it attacked, I didn't get a full view of it. I just saw smooth black tentacles. In my dream, the thing wasn't gross; it doesn't shine like a cockroach or leave slime. It was just quiet and smooth. And, last night, I watched it kill my crewmates, over and over. I know I'm in a bad situation—objectively, nobody envies where I am right now—but it's a bit stupid how my mind makes up a horrific version of an event I didn't see happen. Let's hope my dreams are better tonight. George Havo of the Wretched, signing off.

[lillazyboithings]

Queen Noel Gruber of Hearts

Yes, more Cardverse

Yes, this took a total of 3 days if you exclude all the days I got lazy to touch my laptop

Yes, I'm still procrastinating on making that Cardverse blog

I decided to get out of my comfort zone and draw some lineless art! I hope y'all like it

[thesnailtail]

;; when i was absent from school is the mmj -> niigo au equivalent of hated by life itself anyway

[niwaart]

The list of my stories

Request Statu: opened

BATFAM

☆MALE! DOCTOR! READER! x BATFAM☆

Bruce finds out he has a son and works at the hospital, but his son doesn't want to live with him.

▪︎Part1

▪︎Part2

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°DIFFERENT WORLD DIFFERENT FAMILY°

Y/N wakes up in a parallel universe where she is not crowned by Bruce, her eldest son is not Damian but Dick, and the person who died at the hands of the Joker is not Tim but Jason.

▪︎introduction

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~♣︎LOST OMEGA♣︎~

The Joker takes Damian prisoner, and when Batman and Nightwing try to get him out of the Joker's grip, they discover that the Omega of the Flock did not escape, but was kidnapped a very long time ago.

▪︎part1

▪︎Part2

☆♠︎FAMILY WITHOUT LIGHT♠︎☆

Bruce and Y/N are getting divorced after over 10 years of marriage, but the family isn't happy about it.

▪︎Part1

▪︎Part2

▪︎Part3

♥︎♡SEE WHAT I CAN DO♡♥︎

After her mother's death, Y/N is forced to live with her father, the spoiled brat Bruce Wayne, and because of her hatred towards him, Y/N tries to make his life a living hell.

▪︎Part1

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OTHERS:

-when Bruce made BATMOM angry

-Queen Drama with Dick and BATMOM

-Uncle Y/N is Talia's brother who loves to spoil Damian

[blackteatarot]

Pick a Pile — Preparing for Spring

Howdy!! The intention for this reading is what you need to know to prepare for spring. This is a general reading so take what resonates, leave what doesn’t, and stay spooky!!

Pile One Pile Two Pile Three

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Pile One ♣︎

6♣︎ 4♥︎ 6♦︎

In your preparation for spring you should be mindful of your relationships. You’ve been in a bit of a flow state, things come easily but it may feel a little mundane. A change in seasons may show you some new patterns in your life, pay attention to the people you are closest with.

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Pile Two ♧

A♣︎ 10♠︎ K♥︎

Spring comes with completion for you. Maybe a graduation or something more somber. But this ending, whatever it may be, will make room for new beginnings. I’m seeing this as a new hobby or a job that fits your interests. You may be very emotional this spring, but this is also an opportunity!! Feeling deeply is a gift, it may make room for realizations about yourself.

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Pile Three ♣︎

10♣︎ 3♦︎ 10♠︎

I had to wrangle with this reading because the cards seem so abrupt. There will be sudden change this spring. A job or a task that has been dragging on may be suddenly coming to an end, much earlier than you expected. It seems to be a relief that this thing is ending. Be mindful to keep communication open as this door closes. You can grieve things you won’t miss.

[defectivevillain]

the slow surrender

pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro & Reader

reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

“Number 10.” You quickly turn around, only to find Chishiya—the No. 11 player from the Beach. There's a note of something unreadable in his voice; his hands are shoved in his pockets as he takes a leisurely step forward. “The deserter.”

word count: 2.4k | ao3 version | chishiya playlist

warnings: Alice in Borderland manga spoilers; canon-typical violence, existentialism

author's notes: Chishiya/Reader is the focus of this fic, but there’s nothing explicitly romantic. I mean… canonically, he hardly has any feelings, so it felt out of character to write anything too crazy. Leaning heavily on the "Strangers to Begrudging Allies" theme here.

Look at this man and tell me he isn’t 100% gay, though. YOU CAN’T. This fic's really for the gays and theys.

The title of this fic is from Should I by Sir Chloe, because I'm obsessed with their music.

Since the moment you first arrived in the Borderlands, you have given yourself one rule: keep other players at a distance. You arrived to this strange land alone; and, if things go according to plan, you will leave alone, too. In the Borderlands, friends are nothing more than a hindrance. And you were quickly convinced of this fact after emerging from your first game, 2♥, entirely alone. 

But then you hear whispers. At your fourth game, 4♣,  you manage to overhear a conversation between a group of four players, who made reference to a place called ‘the Beach.’ You were equally curious and wary; you didn’t exactly want to trust other players, but you also knew getting more information would give you an advantage in the coming games. With that in mind, after you completed 4♣, you started looking for this ‘Beach.’ 

Unsurprisingly, your journey was not exactly straightforward. It took you a few days of searching to find a map of Tokyo, and subsequently realize that ‘the Beach’ wasn’t genuinely a beach, but instead a hotel called Tama Pacific Beach. The moment your eyes found the hotel, you knew it was the place you heard about. 

You only wish it was a little less… Well. It’s hard to organize your thoughts as you stare at the sprawling hotel. The sparkling waters of the swimming pool glitter in the mid-morning sunlight; people lounge about on beach chairs and soak up the sun; there’s the faint hum of music filling the air. One thing’s for sure: this place doesn’t look like it belongs in the Borderlands. It’s everything you didn’t expect: there’s laughter, joy, amusement, sloth, gluttony. It’s some sort of dreamscape, away from the reality of the games. 

Your arrival doesn’t go unnoticed, however, and you’re soon given a tour of the building by the No. 1 ranked player, Hatter. You learn almost an overwhelming amount of information in a short span of time. First, players are ranked according to their skill level and participation in games. The top nine players are considered “Executives” and given more authority. Then, each night, players are sorted into optimized groups according to their speciality and sent to finish games. Next, every new card earned upon the completion of a game must be given to the No. 1 ranked player. The No 1. ranked player will collect all 51 playing cards and, according to Hatter, be able to escape the Borderlands. (You’re very skeptical about that part.)

It’s frighteningly easy to ascertain the truth of the Beach. Players are lured in with the promise of security, entirely unaware that they will be exploited for their playing cards. From there, they’re free to live a life of “luxury” while being occasionally called upon to complete games. Assuming they don’t die, they will slowly rise through the ranks of the Beach. It’s all a rather transparent ploy. Yet… you fell for it, didn’t you? Now you’re trapped here with no real means of escape. After all, the third rule of the Beach—“Death to all traitors”—was established to prevent people from leaving. 

And while you have no desire to stay any longer than you need to, you know escape will be a dangerous and difficult affair. Just a simple stroll along the boardwalk is enough to confirm that the players are serious about the third rule: corpses are piled up so high that they nearly block the water’s flow. It’s a sickening sight that reminds you of the cruelty lying hidden underneath this utopia.

You have no choice but to play along. And, for a while, you do. You participate in games when you’re assigned to them; you comply with the rules of the Beach; and you keep your head down. Slowly but surely, you ascend the ranks of the players. Your victory in the 8♥ game is particularly impactful; as the only remaining survivor of the group, you quickly shoot up the ranks to find yourself at the No. 10 rank. And while that attracts some attention, after that, you make sure to be as forgettable as possible. You fade to the background in any subsequent games you’re called to play in. You make sure to keep to yourself. You don’t speak to anyone. You avoid leaving your room whenever possible. And slowly but surely, people start to forget about you. 

Still, you need a more concrete plan of escape. In an ideal world, you’d make off with the stash of playing cards before leaving. That kind of thing would be possible if you were No. 9 or higher. But since you’re not an Executive rank, you don’t have access to the penthouse where the cards are kept. Although, if your suspicions are correct… the playing cards aren’t nearly as important as they’re said to be. After all, Hatter was the only one to assert that they were the key to escaping the Borderlands. There is no one else to verify his claims. And you get the feeling the cards aren’t genuinely important; rather, they’re a construct. With the playing cards, the players at the Beach all have a common goal—which eliminates any unnecessary conflict. They’re nothing more than an empty promise. 

Accepting that the cards are useless provides you with more freedom. Combined with your efforts to slip under the radar, you think you will have a decent chance at escaping. After all, there’s no one to stop you from sneaking out in the dead of night, when even the wildest of party-goers have gone to sleep (or, more accurately, passed out). And that’s exactly what you do one night. The Beach is quiet at such a late hour—while everyone seems to behave with reckless abandon in the daytime, they still recognize the importance of a full night’s sleep. A player needs to keep their wits about them if they want to win the games. You sneak past the pool outside, quietly closing the gate behind you before breaking into a sprint. You want to put as much distance between you and this place as possible. Your heart almost seems to roar in your ears as your feet hit the pavement. You’re not sure how long you spend running before you finally take a quick break, ducking behind a wall and attempting to breathe with your hands on your knees. 

In the following few days, you’re very careful. Fortunately, you succeeded in a higher difficulty game the same morning you left the Beach, which gives you some more time to lay low and ensure you don’t draw attention to yourself. And you soon learn that your timing was particularly good, as you see smoke rising through the air in the distance. Something happened. Are the players at the Beach in a game right now? You don’t want to think about it. But, then again, maybe a game would distract them from your absence. You’re secretly hoping they’ll just forget about you.

You certainly don’t expect to be cornered by another player a day later, when the smoke clears in the air. 

“You.”  

You turn around to find yourself met with a cunning, scrutinizing gaze. Your eyes widen as you recognize the guy standing across from you: Chishiya Shuntaro. He was one of the higher-ranking players at the Beach, just one rank below you. He stands before you wearing a simple collared shirt and slacks; his long light hair frames his angular features well. 

Chishiya seems to recognize you too. “Number 10.” He says, a note of something unreadable in his voice. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he takes a leisurely step forward. “The deserter.” You roll your eyes at the title. You thought you had slipped away unnoticed, but Chishiya’s presence here disproves that notion “They’re still looking for you, you know.” He hums casually. He’s regarding you expectantly, as if waiting to study your reaction. 

You stare at him for a long moment. Your heart instinctually jumps at his statement, before you remember yourself. “I don’t think so.” You frown, thinking back to the pandemonium you heard from afar. Despite the fact that the smoke cleared from the air, Chishiya has still been the only one to find you. “They died in the game, probably.” You then say. He's playing mind games—or, at least, attempting to. What reason would he have to lie to you, other than to provoke your fear or test you? 

Chishiya raises a brow, suddenly appearing intrigued. “How do you know that?” You suppose his curiosity is justified, since you left the Beach several days before the next game occurred. It’s been a few days since then. 

“I listened.” You settle for saying. Indeed, it was hard not to hear the agonized screams and cries of the victims. The Borderlands are rather quiet, without sounds of the crowded city and hums of electricity to disrupt the air. Many people died during that game, as far as you could tell. Their anguish was audible; not to mention, the disgusting smell of burning flesh pervaded the surrounding area. You shudder in remembrance. The foul odor still lingers heavily in the air. Just how many people died during that game? 

You break out of your thoughts to find Chishiya staring at you warily. You feel like some sort of specimen under a microscope. After a moment, he speaks again. “You’re interesting.” 

You don’t know what to say to that, so you remain silent. You get the feeling that his interest is rather dangerous. 

“What games are you best at?” He scrutinizes you for a moment, gaze wandering across your form. “♥, I assume.” At your nod, he hums. “You should’ve stayed for the game at the beach, then. It was 10♥: Witch Hunt.” You frown. Witch Hunt? That rather ominous name only confirms your suspicions regarding the many casualties and few survivors. That isn’t exactly a good omen for whatever game will come next.

As if sensing your thoughts, Chishiya continues. “Let’s play the next game together.” He offers. There’s a long pause where neither of you speak; and you just stare at him. He looks back at you, raising a brow. “You seem skeptical.” He then observes with a dangerous smile. You hoped silence would make him lose interest; if anything, Chishiya’s gaze has only intensified. 

You decide to abandon pretense. There is no real need for it in the Borderlands, after all. “You don’t seem the type to ally with someone out of the goodness of your heart,” you say. While you kept to yourself at the Beach, you were still sure to study up on the higher ranking players. Chishiya was No. 11, the number directly beneath your ranking as No. 10. And he was always regarded as a slippery, enigmatic individual who prioritized himself over all else. “You’ve probably betrayed everyone you’ve met so far.” 

Chishiya doesn’t seem offended by the statement. Instead, he lets out a strange choking sound; it takes you a few seconds to realize he’s laughing. “I was right,” he says inexplicably. “You are interesting.”

You frown; the two of you are locked in some sort of staring contest. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him—he is too dangerous for you to feel comfortable doing so. Chishiya seems unable to look away from you, either—although you don’t quite believe he’s threatened by you. As time passes, your conversation slowly turns into a game of its own. You ask a question; Chishiya answers; then you answer. Then Chishiya asks a question; you answer; and so on. It’s a strange cycle of wariness and mistrust, perpetuated for what feels like infinity. But at some point, the two of you have exchanged enough information to begrudgingly trust one another. 

And soon, you reach an unspoken agreement. When you turn your back and head off in the direction you were planning on going, Chishiya is at your side. The two of you are silent as you traverse the city pavement. There is little fanfare as you search buildings for supplies and shelter. 

“Have you been alone this whole time?” Chishiya asks later, as the sun begins to climb further down on the horizon. You nod. “Impressive.”

“It’s easier that way,” you say. You think back to the 2♥ game you participated in on your first night; to the seemingly inseparable group of girls who promptly turned on each other at a moment’s notice. This is not a place to make friends. You get the sense Chishiya feels the same. Indeed, he nods in agreement at your statement. 

There’s a comfortable silence in the air for a while. Then, unexpectedly, Chishiya breaks through it. He’s staring up at the starry night sky. “What do you think is the secret of the Borderlands?” His voice is quiet but steady. You wonder if he’s genuinely searching for the answer, or if he’s just curious about your perspective. Hell, maybe he’s just asking to pass the time. Regardless, you attempt to answer anyway. 

“It could be anything,” you sigh. Every single player here is plagued by thoughts of just what secrets this place could possess. But those thoughts are often far too distracting. In the time you spent looking for any one answer, you were dominated by fear and unease. “The Borderlands defy rationality.” You continue. 

“You’ve stopped looking for an answer.” Chishiya analyzes. 

You nod, your throat burning. “I feared I wouldn’t like what I found, if I were to keep searching.”

“Yes, it is quite a dreary affair,” Chishiya says. “Virtual reality, temporal displacement… There is no convenient, safe explanation.”

“We don’t even know what we’re fighting for,” you remark. If your voice sounds particularly raspy or hollow, he doesn’t mention it. “Life could exist outside of this place. Yet we fight tirelessly, under the conviction that death here is the end.”

A slight nod, then silence. “I never felt alive,” Chishiya admits after a moment. You chance a sidelong glance at him, only to find his gaze is still fixed on the limitless expanse of sky above. “Before.”

“Me neither.” You admit. “Life seemed quieter before. Safer, but also boring. I grew complacent.”

You shake your head. “There is no explanation for the Borderlands,” you finish. You’re not sure who you’re trying to convince. Chishiya’s gaze falls to you; for a moment, the silence almost seems to buzz. The air is chilly yet stiff. You struggle to keep your composure under his watchful eye. Just what is he looking for? What does he want from you? 

“I don’t think I quite mind that.” Chishiya says after an immeasurable amount of time passes. Somehow, the admission feels far more vulnerable than it sounds. 

“Me neither.” You eventually answer. 

You both look up to the sky once more, a sense of tranquility washing over you amidst your newfound companionship.

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Life Purpose Reading ✯

₊˚ʚᗢ₊˚✧ﾟhow to pick // for entertainment purposes only, and other disclaimers ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

A tarot reading for those feeling stuck in life. In this reading, I shuffle the cards and look for the Death card, and read what comes before and after it.

spread: idk who made it, it's from a screenshot I found on Pinterest // deck: Rider Waite

Pile 1 → Pile 2 → Pile 3

Inhale, exhale 3x, pick

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Pile 1 💀

Is the transformation you need going to be from your external life or internal life?:

Death - The transformation that will get you out of feeling stuck in life will be from your outer life. The astrological houses that represent our inner lives are 7.) committed partnerships (marriage, business) 8.) other people's resources, estates, mental health, death 9.) education, religion, travel, spirituality, publishing, philosophy 10.) career, public roles 11.) community and friends 12.) loss, sorrows, enemies (especially hidden enemies). Transformation is uncomfortable of course, but it brings great relief and blessings. Surrender to the process.

What do you need to leave behind and let die?:

Ace of Pentacles reversed - You've been penny pinching everything and not giving yourself things you want because you believe you cannot have them, or that you have to be of a certain income bracket to access them. And yes, times are tough, but look at your finances. Do you actually not have enough, or do you simply tell yourself you don't? There are plenty of way to get things for free or extremely cheap - it's not an excuse to live miserly. You're so focused on lacking that you aren't seeing or looking for more obvious solutions.

What do you need to focus on in your "after" life?:

9 of Pentacles - You've found out the way to enjoy life without breaking the bank. You're relaxing, enjoying what you've made and have, you feel so grateful and are enjoying this independence. You've found resources like Buy Nothing groups, organizations that give rewards like cheap concert tickets, discounted club nights, and other things I haven't heard of. There are more ways to enjoy going out and having fun than how we see people into flex culture do. You don't need to be iced out to have a good time, or access the good stuff. You're learning that abundance isn't only about money, it's about all the ways we can access what we want.

♥︎ much love - Glenda ♥︎

♣︎★ mutual aid LA -★- mutual aid disaster relief -★- how to create a mutual aid network -★- worldwide mask bloc -★- eSIMs for Gaza -★- mutual aid Gaza ★♠︎

Pile 2 💀

Is the transformation you need going to be from your outer life or inner life?:

Death reversed - The transformation that will get you out of feeling stuck in life will be from your inner life. The astrological houses that represent our inner lives are 1.) the self 2.) personal finance, values, self worth 3.) communication, daily rituals, siblings, extended family 4.) home, caregivers, parents 5.) children, creativity, romance, pleasure 6.) health, pets, chores. Transformation is uncomfortable of course, but it brings great relief and blessings. Surrender to the process.

What do you need to leave behind and let die?:

10 of wands - You are putting wayyyyy too much energy into something you're not even getting help with! This is a burden that only you are carrying. Whether this obligation was put on your shoulders by someone else or you, you need to put it down now. It's not serving or helping you. It's like you're using this as an excuse to run away from what you need to do / what would be good for you / what you're feeling called to do from your heart. This has given you great skills and honed your talents, take your time and energy elsewhere.

What do you need to focus on in your "after" life?:

Aces of Pentacles - It seems like you're going to be putting your time and energy into budgeting and improving the health of your personal finances. You're looking at your vision board, reflecting on your dreams, and doing the math on how much you need to save in order to do what you want to do! You're looking at your 3-6 months average expenses and planning how to reach your emergency fund goal! Fuck yes to all of this!! If you're just getting started, here is someone who is a great resource to learn from (you don't have to do her method, but she's a fantastic teacher). For others, I also see you starting to garden to grow your own food (these grocery store prices are a crime), stocking up on canned goods, learning how to coupon, and setting up go-bags for natural disasters and other emergencies.

♥︎ much love - Glenda ♥︎

♣︎★ mutual aid LA -★- mutual aid disaster relief -★- how to create a mutual aid network -★- worldwide mask bloc -★- eSIMs for Gaza -★- mutual aid Gaza ★♠︎

Pile 3 💀

Is the transformation you need going to be from your external life or internal life?:

Death - The transformation that will get you out of feeling stuck in life will be from your outer life. The astrological houses that represent our inner lives are 7.) committed partnerships (marriage, business) 8.) other people's resources, estates, mental health, death 9.) education, religion, travel, spirituality, publishing, philosophy 10.) career, public roles 11.) community and friends 12.) loss, sorrows, enemies (especially hidden enemies). Transformation is uncomfortable of course, but it brings great relief and blessings. Surrender to the process.

What do you need to leave behind and let die?:

King of Swords - You're ending a relationship with someone who is pretty much emotionless, dry, highly intelligent, clever but isn't very humorous (rarely laughs, if you've ever heard it), logical, blunt, doesn't mince words (they aren't cruel, they just aren't nice or friendly). I think this person has been and still is focused on their own goals and their own life more than their relationship with you. Basically what could you do for them? Not necessarily selfish and entitled to your time, but they only care or think about what you two work on together in this goal, they don't think about you / wonder about your personal life. They will also understand and think it's fair for you to end the relationship (working relationship, academic group, platonic, maybe? romantic), provided you give clear communication as to why and are fair towards them too. I don't believe they'll hold ill will towards you, they just won't keep in touch because they have to focus on their goals and projects.

What do you need to focus on in your "after" life?:

6 of Swords reversed - I sense that whatever you're going to focus on is stressful, and the term "troubled waters" heavily applies here. But I have Bridge Over Troubled Water stuck in my head. I think you're going to be helping people in crisis. Maybe this is in the middle of conflict or disaster, but I feel like most of you will being working on / building systems to rebuild safety and stability. I think this has been a dream of yours for a while - you aren't "too old". To quote Simon and Garfunkel: Sail on, silver girl, sail on by. Your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their way. I think this work will be with refugees from your homeland, helping the safe passage of refugees, returning to your home / homeland, and you will be covering this as a journalist or social media creator.

♥︎ much love - Glenda ♥︎

♣︎★ mutual aid LA -★- mutual aid disaster relief -★- how to create a mutual aid network -★- worldwide mask bloc -★- eSIMs for Gaza -★- mutual aid Gaza ★♠︎

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CRIMINAL INTENT // more heist jams (SPOTIFY)

♠♥♣♦ 1. also sprach zarathustra / shawn lee's ping pong orchestra 2. big booty ft. megan thee stallion / gucci mane 3. bubblin / anderson .paak 4. next big thing / west rose 5. iconic ft. rapsody / femme it forward 6. sway with me ft. galxara / saweetie 7. nitty gritty / skeewiff 8. come live with me / dorothy ashby 9. tapwe / boogey the beat, young spirit, drezus & pj vegas 10. crash course ft. biig piig / blu detiger 11. first i look at the purse / the contours 12. broke ft. thomas rhett / teddy swims 13. pink venom / blackpink 14. spooky / dusty springfield 15. goddess / pvris 16. monaco / bad bunny 17. paint the town red / doja cat 18. we are going to rob it / daniel pemberton 19. big girls / masego 20. testify / davie 21. kelen ati leen / orchestra baobab 22. more life ft. tinie tempah & l devine / torren foot 23. mojo / claire laffut 24. girls / the dare 25. welcome to jamrock / damian marley 26. obxessed / fire choir 27. it's a man's, man's, man's world ft. brittany spencer / jason isbell & the 400 unit 28. ratata / skrillex, missy elliott, mr. oizo 29. hit & run / ralph dollimore 30. e-pro (capelion v2 remix) / beck ♠♥♣♦

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project: make you love me (jyh) | fourteen.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, seonghwa in the whole flashback scene!!, kissing/making out hehe, late night food run with yeo and yuyu, some overthinking..

"Wait." Yunho whines softly as he gently grabs at your wrist, pulling you back towards him before you could walk into the science building.

"Yunho." You playfully whine. "I literally have 2 seconds to get my ass upstairs to class."

"Well, I don't necessarily have literature with you anymore, so.." Yunho smirks. "Sorry I just want a few more kisses from my girlfriend since I won't see her until tonight."

"You're too much."

"And you're not?" He teases with a chuckle. You tippy toe to give him another kiss on the lips, Yunho chasing your lips as soon as you break the first one. You giggle against his lips, playfully pushing him back on his chest.

"I'll see you later."

"Mhm." He smiles, adjusting the hood over his head. "Have a good day, love."

"You too." You give him one last wave before you walk off to your class. 

During class, you do your best to focus on your professor; taking notes as you try to keep up with the pace of the class. You can't help but daydream in between about your man, how well break treated you and your friends— though, there were a few other things occupying your mind as well.

But as of right now, you already miss Yunho.

You shift your thoughts to how the night could go, how excited you are to see him and spend time with him after a long day of classes and practice. Class ends up finishing rather quickly, especially as the last half took place with the group activity you had to do. You run to your next class, shooting your friends a quick text in the group chat to see who else has a quick break afterwards.

you: friends, who has a break in the next hour or so?

chaery: me!

you: okay, i'll meet you at the cafeteria? gonna quickly eat before my next class.

chaery: you got it bae!

You find yourself daydreaming a bit more during your Healthcare Ethics class, the majority of the class picking back up on the debate that occurred last week. Yunho sends you a quick text to tell you he hopes you're doing okay in class, following up with his usual 'i miss you' and 'can't wait to see my baby' texts. You smile to yourself as you jot down a few interesting words and phrases that come up during the debate, stringing out your notes enough to help you remember the details for your homework later.

Your professor dismisses your class about 10 minutes early, causing you to dash over to the café and take all the extra time you can get to scarf down some food before the last half of the day occurs. You order some soup and fruits to get you by, sitting at the last free corner table in the café. It's not long before Chaery walks in and grabs a small salad bowl to eat, settling in front of you with a heavy sigh.

"God, what a day already."

"Tell me about it." You pout.

"How's class been?"

"Class is class. I just can't wait until the rest of the day is over. Then we can finally grub on some good food and I can see Yunho."

"Aw." She giggles. "No, same. My schedule isn't as packed this time around, but I still feel swamped or whatever."

"Seriously."

"Is Yuyu in class?"

"Mhm. He's pretty swamped, too."

"I bet. Graduation is gonna come in no time." You nod. "By the way, have you told him already?"

"No. I just haven't gotten to it." You shrug. "It just never feels like the right time."

"I know, I get that." Chaery rests her chin on the top of her hand. "But, Seonghwa hasn't bothered you since then, right?"

"Nope."

"Maybe he finally got the fucking hint."

♣︎ FLASHBACK

"Yunho sent you roses even though he was with us all weekend?" Seungmin swings his keys around his finger as he's the first to make it to the door. Your group just arrived back home after the weekend in the snow, Yunho immediately heading to his apartment to unpack and rest after the drive.

"What're you talking about?" You catch up, with Chaery and Soobin trailing shortly behind.

"Those are roses, no?" Seungmin raises a brow, pointing at the rose bouquet sitting at your doorstep.

"Yes, but I don't think this was Yunho." You pick up the bouquet, reading the small card sitting in the middle. 

"Why wouldn't it be Yunho, though? Who else would it be, babe?" Chaery smiles. "What a dream boat, spoiling his girl even—"

"It isn't Yunho." Your expression changes when you read the card, letting out a deep sigh. Seungmin slowly unlocks the door, grabbing your bags and gently setting them inside the house. Soobin follows his lead and takes Chaery's bags from her hands while the two of you continue to inspect the roses.

Y/N, I'm sorry, and I miss you. Please give me a chance to prove it. - Hwa

"What the fuck? Is he actually crazy?" She holds the card up. "Y/N, you need to toss those."

"But, they're roses." You frown a bit.

"Which aren't even your favorite flowers!" Chaery furrows her brows. "You're not seriously thinking about keeping them, are you? Seonghwa sent these to you. If Yunho sees them, he'll be upset. Rightfully so."

"I have to agree." Seungmin shrugs. "It's weird. Something tells me he's only doing it because you two are a thing now."

"Not one genuine bone in that body." Soobin chimes in as he kicks his shoes off to the side before fully stepping into the apartment. "He had all that time to give you flowers and decided now would be the best time? 

"Y/N." Chaery calls your name a little more sternly this time and you let out another sigh before nodding.

"Yes, I hear you, I hear you." You repeat. "You're right."

"I'll walk you to the dump so we can get rid of that for good and keep it out of sight." She links her arm with yours, leading you to the dumpster across the lot. "Why were you thinking about keeping it?" She asks you softly, a look of concern in her eyes.

"Truthfully, I don't even know. I never expected this from him, so it threw me off guard."

"You don't actually think he'd change, do you?" You look at her with a pursed smile.

"No."

"Good, because I agree. You can't change someone like him." She gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "You're happy with Yunho, aren't you? You glow every time you're with him. He is so, so good to you. He's always been."

"I am, that's not even a question. I just, I don't know. I wasn't thinking, that's all." You get to the dump and toss the bouquet over, giving Chaery a small smile.

"Can't forget this little piece of shit." She rips the card and tosses the pieces into the dumpster. "Are you gonna tell Yuyu?"

"I don't know, does it matter? It's not like it's gonna mean anything."

"I don't know, I think you should. It might seem like you're hiding something from him even though you're not."

"Yeah." Is all you say before the two of you climb back up to the apartment and step inside.

♣︎ END

"I saw him earlier, but he just looked at me and walked past." Chaery adds before taking the fork to her mouth. "His hair got kinda longer."

"Yeah, I saw that." You sigh. "I just don't get what he wants. Apparently him and Hyeri are actually a thing."

"I haven't really seen them together on campus, though." Chaery shrugs. "He's probably pulling the same shit, let's be real. All I know is that you and Yunho are the cutest couple I've ever witnessed." You blush.

"Yunho." You softly say his name and shake your head. "Sometimes, I just wonder how I got lucky with him."

"You're so cute." She giggles. "Are you staying there tonight?"

"Yeah, but I told him we were having our dinner."

"Cute. Are your mom and sister still coming to have dinner with you guys this weekend?"

"I think so."

"What class do you have next?"

"Biostatistics, then seminar before practice."

"I guess I'll see you at practice then? I have to study for physio." You nod as you both clean up, gathering your things before heading out of the café.

"Where are the boys right now?"

"Soobin's at the library, and Seungmin is in class. I just don't remember what." 

"Hm." You hum, passing the library and slowly prying yourself from Chaery. "I'll see you later then."

"Have a good class, learn something!" You give her a tiny smile before you head to your classes for the day.

The day ends up feeling a lot longer, busier, than you expect. It's probably due to all the assignments and in-class projects that you've already had to work on, making it feel like an incredibly productive day. At least time flew by, but you wish you could crawl into bed with Yunho and cuddle up to him. You already feel mentally exhausted even though the semester barely started.

When you get to practice, you and your friends take some time to stretch and warm up before Hyunjin starts to teach the beginning parts of the piece you'll be performing at the big spring fair and night market in downtown. After getting the first two 8 counts down and running it a few times, Hyunjin calls for a quick break before running it in groups to solidify the moves. Yeonjun and Jongho plop onto the floor next to you, watching Chaery and a few other people run through the piece slowly. You sip your water, scrolling through your social media while Yeonjun does the same; Jongho being the first to break the silence.

"Dude, isn't this semester kinda crazy already?" You shrug.

"Mm, yeah. It's okay. I just miss break."

"Break was fun. The snow was hella fun." Yeonjun smiles at you. "Yunho's so cool."

"Yeah, isn't he?" You giggle.

"It was fun having him around. He's easy to get along with." Jongho adds. "Can I say it?"

"Say what?"

"I'm glad you broke things off with Seonghwa."

"Same." Yeonjun adds. "Love you though, you know that right?" You laugh.

"Mhm." You purse your lips into a fine line before letting out a breath. "He sent me flowers when we got back from the snow."

"Ew, why?" Jongho furrows his brows.

"I don't really know."

"Does Yunho know about it?"

"No."

"He should." Jongho says. "He should so he could whoop that ass."

"I thought he was dating Hyeri?" Yeonjun questions.

"Dating is a very heavy word when it comes to Seonghwa."

"True."

"Let's finish up!" Hyunjin calls out, letting the music play in the background while people slowly start to make their way back to the center of the floor.

After practice, you and your roommates head home to get freshened up and have dinner together. Seungmin orders some fried chicken and sides that get delivered in the next 20 minutes— all of you sitting at the table, talking about how your new classes have been. It's nice that you've finally been able to have dinner together since everyone seems so busy with the semester already. The boys end up finishing the last few pieces of chicken, along with inhaling the side dishes while you and Chaery clean up in the kitchen. You head to your shared room, packing up a few things while Chaery sits at her desk to continue where she left off with studying. 

"Can you text me when you get there?"

"I'm walking across the lot." You snort.

"Still! Let me know. I have to make sure you arrive safely." You smile and throw your arms around her from behind, giving her a small kiss on the head.

"I will."

"I love you, have fun. Say hi to Yunho and Yeosang for me."

"I will. Don't sleep too late."

"You too!" She blows you one last kiss, making you giggle as you leave the room. 

"Alright, I'm off!" You give Soobin and Seungmin a wave before heading out of the door. The night is cold, crisp; you can still see your breath in the air. You're excited to finally see Yunho since you haven't been able to respond or give him much attention today. You shoot Chaery a text as you head up the steps to his building, finding yourself at his door in the next few seconds. 

"Hello?" You hear Yunho on the other line, along with the echo of his keyboard.

"I'm outside."

"Oh shit, you are?" He asks excitedly. "Okay, I'll be there in a few!" You giggle as you end the call, shifting your weight back and forth as you wait for Yunho to answer the door. And as promised, he does come to the door— a huge smile on his face.

"Hi." You smile as you wave, Yunho swooping you into his arms.

"It's about time." You laugh. "I missed you."

"I know. Our dinner went on for awhile, we were just catching up about school." You step out of your shoes and head into his room. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah, not too long ago." You set your bags aside and help yourself to his crewneck to change into. "What'd you guys eat?"

"Fried chicken. All that good stuff."

"Yum." He sits on his computer chair, watching as you get your things together. "Do you have to study?"

"Yeah, already." You roll your eyes. "We're getting another small quiz next class." You plop onto his bed. "Are you playing with Yeo?"

"Yeah, I was." He scratches his temple. "Err, I will be again soon." You laugh.

"Okay."

"Let me know if I'm too loud, though."

"It won't bother me."

"Still. Just tell me if I'm annoying."

"You won't even be able to hear me, silly." 

"Come sit on my lap." You playfully shake your head as Yunho wiggles his eyebrows and puts his headset back on; already furiously clicking away at his keyboard as soon as they slip on. You finish up a few other smaller assignments before pulling out your Global Environmental Health textbook to start going through the two incredibly lengthy chapters you've covered in class.

Yunho turns over his shoulder, smiling to himself seeing you studying on his bed. He loves the way his crewneck swallows you, the way you awkwardly sit with one leg stretched and the other folded in; diligently taking notes as you go through the textbook. 

"We're taking a break, right? Cool." Is all you hear Yunho say before he's suddenly in front of you with a smirk on his face.

"Hi." You giggle.

"Hey." Yunho leans over to kiss you.

"What're you doing?"

"Just wanted to steal a few kisses." His next kiss continues to deepen, tongue slipping in to dance around with yours. He gently bites on your bottom lip, causing you to release a small moan in response. Yunho doesn't quit, even when Yeosang comes knocking on the door— softly calling out for Yunho.

"Baby, the door." You giggle and mumble against his lips while he continues to repeatedly kiss you.

"Are you guys decent?" Yeosang softly knocks on the door again.

"Yeah!" Yunho bites onto his bottom lip, slowly prying his eyes off of you before shifting his attention to Yeosang peeking into the room. "What's up?"

"I'm kinda craving incredibly bad junk food. You guys wanna come along?"

"Where?"

"McDonalds, probably. Since it's the closest."

"I'm down." Yunho looks at you.

"I could go for an ice cream cone and fries." Yeosang chuckles.

"That's all?" You nod happily.

"I just need to throw on some pants."

"Oh." Yeosang looks down and backs away from the door. "In that case, I'll be in the kitchen." He shuts the door, making Yunho laugh.

"What?" You look at him as you shut your books close and hop off his bed. "I do need to put on some pants."

"I know. Wish you didn't have to." You feel Yunho's hands come up inside of your sweater, giving your hips a squeeze.

"We're just going to get food, silly." He laughs after placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, throwing on a jacket.

"Yeah. Not my fault you drive me crazy, though." You give him a look just as the both of you leave the room to meet Yeosang in the kitchen. 

"Pants are on. Nice." Yeosang grabs his keys. "Lehhhgo!" You trail behind Yeosang, while Yunho walks behind you. He quickly locks the door and catches up to you two, overhearing your conversation about practice and how there's another performance your group is planning to do in a few months. You're currently telling Yeosang how it'll be bigger than the one your group did before the last semester ended, and how Yeonjun and Hyunjin are freaking out about it even though there's 'time.' 

"I don't know. They just don't know if we'll be able to come up with something new and better in time."

"You guys will." Yeosang looks at Yunho just as he unlocks his car door. "Why don't you do a little couple piece with Yunho or something?"

"Oh, yeah!" You slide into the backseat, buckle in and lean over towards the middle console. "Babe, he's got a point."

"Um, no. He doesn't." Yunho laughs. "I definitely don't dance."

"I know it's in you."

"How would you know that?"

"The party." You snort.

"Yeah, and when I taught you some steps, you got them down so easily. 

"Doesn't mean I dance?! Maybe I just got lucky during those times." 

"Oh, please." Yunho laughs. "I think it'd be cute. You guys should think about it. Add a little something in there."

"It would be fun! Maybe we can do our own thing for something down the long run, too." You smirk.

"Getting ahead of yourself." Yunho chuckles as he boops the tip of your nose.

"Fine, I won't force it." You give him a soft smile, leaning onto his shoulder as Yeosang continues to drive to McDonalds. "Just saying it would be fun." You mumble.

"That'll be something for Seonghwa to see." Yeosang snickers. "Sorry, I don't mean to bring him up, but I can't forget the way he was looking at you two during the tree lighting."

"Yeah, well." Yunho shrugs. "I hope he moves on." Seonghwa, you think. You still haven't told Yunho about the roses and how he had texted you a few weeks back. It's not that you didn't want to— you were just scared, and you weren't sure when the right time would be. Granted, you should've told him as soon as it happened, but it genuinely would slip your mind because Seonghwa was such an after-thought. Would it matter if it didn't really mean anything to you? "Babe." Yunho calls you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You sure you just want ice cream and fries?" Yeosang asks just as he lowers his window at the drive-thru.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"What were you thinking about?" Yunho asks softly as Yeosang begins the order.

"Nothing, just trying to organize my studying plans in my head."

"Mm." Yunho hums before placing a chaste kiss to the side of your head. Yeosang finishes up the order and pulls up to the first window to pay, with Yunho wiring him some money for yours and his half. Yeosang gently hands you your ice cream cone before handing Yunho the huge bag of food. "Want your fries?"

"Yes, please." Your man hands you your small fries. "Hey, so. Aren't you guys prepping for graduation already?"

"Mm, not really. I mean, they've given us key dates to look out for. But, that's it."

"Are you guys excited?"

"Excited to be thrown into the real world? Nah. Not really." Yeosang laughs. "I've started looking at some internships I could do, or keeping an eye out for places I'd wanna apply to as time gets closer."

"Same."

"Are you guys planning to stay in the apartment for awhile?"

"I guess it depends on where we both find ourselves when the time comes. I'd be down to if it allows."

"Yeah, I agree."

"Or else, it's probably back home for a bit." Yeosang shrugs. "Which, I love my family. Don't get me wrong. But, I definitely don't wanna stay there forever." He looks at you quickly through the rear view mirror. "You're gonna be a senior before you know it."

"Yikes." You giggle. "Not looking forward to it. I think I'll have more of my difficult classes piled next year."

"You'll be fine, Y/N."

"You guys have to come visit us?"

"Yeah. We'll probably be at your apartment more than you think." You laugh.

"Chaery will love that."

"I like your friends. They're good people."

"They are. And fun. I don't know where I'd be without them." You dip your fry into your ice cream. Sooner or later, Yeosang pulls back into the apartment lot and parks in a free spot. Yunho opens your door and lets you out first before following behind you. Yeosang invites him to hop onto another game on Valorant, making you giggle to yourself as they playfully bicker about the last round they had played. 

After washing up in the bathroom again, you head back into Yunho's room and you slip out of your sweats; comfortably taking your spot back on his bed in front of your books. As Yunho and Yeosang finish up in the kitchen, you continue where you last left off— trying to get the most of your studying for tonight.

"I'll hop on in a minute." Yunho says before closing the door. "Baby."

"Yeah?" You look up at him as he leans forward for a kiss.

"Studying some more?"

"Gotta keep up, babe." You chuckle as he kisses you again.

"Can I distract you for just another minute or so?" He asks lowly, pressing his lips to your cheek.

"I think I can spare a minute." You giggle, watching as Yunho pushes your books aside and crawls in between your legs. You wrap your arms around his neck, his large hands coming up your sweater. He fiddles with the band of your panties, thumb brushing over your clothed core in between kisses. 

"Yeo is waiting for you." You slightly whine, trying not to get too distracted by Yunho's touch.

"I know, thats why I told him I needed a minute." Yunho laughs before he looks you in the eye. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you were just thinking about studying earlier?"

"Mhm." You caress his cheek with your thumb.

"Okay. I just hope you know you can come to me for anything."

"I know, love."

"Good." He kisses your forehead. "Let me know if you need anything."

"I will." Yunho walks over to his computer chair and taps his lap.

"You're always welcome to take breaks here."

"Shut up." You shake your head and laugh, bringing your books back to you. You contemplate on telling Yunho right then and there, but you're still not sure why it doesn't feel like the right time, or why you're scared. You don't wanna ruin the mood, and you don't want to make him upset.

So, you brush it off for another day. Hoping you're just overthinking the whole situation.

Besides, Seonghwa must have gotten the hint when you never replied, when you never brought up the flowers. You didn't wanna give him the time and attention he was trying to get from you, nor did you wanna give him the wrong idea.

You really just hope it blows over and that Seonghwa finally moves on, leaves you and Yunho alone. He's had all that time to change and now, it was too little, too late. You're happy, and you hope Seonghwa isn't selfish enough to get try and get in between that.

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☆The Superstar Daycare☆

Welcome to the Superstar Daycare, a safe space for age regressors to play together and feel loved. The owners of the daycare are Sun and Moon, and you can roleplay with either of them! Just specify in your ask who you’re talking to :)

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On this blog, I’ll be roleplaying, hosting events, posting art, and being your caregiver!

Disclaimer: this blog is owned by one person, but I will not disclose who the owner is because I’d like to stay private. I simply roleplay as these characters to make other people happy, not because I think I am these characters! I haven’t finished playing SB, so please don’t send asks with spoilers!! This daycare takes place before Vanny and Gregory.

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Status: This story is still in progress.

Current word count: 76,651

Fic Summary: Alina Vale dreams of escaping her dead-end life as a diner waitress, finding solace in painting Gotham’s haunting shadows. But when a routine trip to the bank turns into a living nightmare, she finds herself face-to-face with the Joker—a man as captivating as he is terrifying.

As his twisted games unravel her defenses, Alina is forced to confront the pull he has over her, a collision of fear and desire she can’t control. Trapped in his world of chaos and power, survival means facing not only him but the darker parts of herself he’s brought to life.

A story of obsession, control, and the intoxicating allure of letting go.

Genres: Dark romance, Gothic romance, Stalker romance

Pairings: TDK Joker x Female OC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: non-con, gr@pe, extremely dubious consent, violence, psychological manipulation, kidnapping, stalking, slow-burn, toxic relationships, trauma bonding, childhood trauma, graphic sexual content, stockholm syndrome, dead dove do not eat

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Game Begins

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Chapter 3: Painted Shadows

Chapter 4: Joker's POV 🃏

Chapter 5: The Edge of Oblivion

Chapter 6: The Price of Defiance

Chapter 7: The Weight of Silence

Chapter 8: Twisted Comforts

Chapter 9: At His Mercy

Chapter 10: Cracks

Chapter 11: Marked

Chapter 12: The Things that Hurt

Chapter 13: Almost

Chapter 14: Claimed

Chapter 15: A Broken, Fragile Thing

Chapter 16: A God in the Dark

Chapter 17: Joker's POV 🃏

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[the-banana-0verlord]

how are you ? hii ^^, I would like to request for the third year boys I think they are rook, leona, vile, malleus, lilia and trey well with a fem mc who is very bad at studies because she had never attended a school before so this is her Taking classes for the first time and taking exams, that's why she works hard even though she failed several times, she never gives up~ one of her favorite phrases is "if I fail 99 times, I'll continue once more, maybe the 100th will be the winner" hehe <33

again, i apologize for the request taking so long 😅

How the third years would react to a Reader who is bad at studies

Notes: Gn reader, i totally forgot idia existed 💀 Either that or it was a conscious decision.

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🦁Leona Kingscholar 🦁

🦁Studies were never a problem for him. He always passed his exams with flying scores without even trying. 🦁So since everything came to him so naturally, it was hard for him to imagine someone not having the same easyness as he did. 🦁You were at the opposite ends of the spectrum: He didn't care about school yet excelled at it, while you were still optimistic when your scores barely passed the passing note. 🦁You made him care again. He helped you with your studies and you got progressively better. 🦁And it's not just your studies who got better, his also. Because of you, he put effort in what he had to do. Under all his grumpiness, he thanks you for it.

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👑Vil Schoenheit👑

👑Sure, you weren't all that good, but you tried, and in Vil's book, that's more than anyone could do. 👑Also, he's not one to pass the opportunity to help someone become their best selves. 👑So he helps you. The time passed with you is enjoyable thanks to your cheerful personnality. 👑He also enjoys teaching you. Why don't you come around to Pomefiore so he can teach you makeup?

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♦Cater Diamond ♦

♦Of course he'll help you, that's what an upperclassman does! ♦But to be truly honest, most of the "study times" are just you hanging out. ♦But when you actually study, he's not half-bad as a tutor. ♦He's not the best, but at least you can see your grades get a little better.

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🏹Rook Hunt 🏹

🏹What wonderful ardor and persistance you have! Oh, how it makes his heart flutter! 🏹A hunt for a good grade is a hunt all the same, and you have the qualities of the best huntsman. 🏹You never seem to catch your prey, though, so he'll just ahve to give you un coup de pouce. 🏹Not all minds work the same, so maybe yours just works differently than the norm of teachings. 🏹You'll be studying school and he'll be studying you.

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♣Trey Clover ♣

♣He's pretty used to tutoring since the underclassmen in his dorm usually go to him for help or advice. ♣He was willing to help from the start, but your positive attitude motivated him more than the complains of the others he tutored spouted every second. ♣He's in the science club, so that's covered, and cooking always help with mathematics. ♣Yeah perfect teacher 10/10.

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🐲Malleus Draconia 🐲

🐲You're asking him, Malleus Draconia, to help you study? 🐲He should be offended, but he finds it so intriguing and amusing he'll indulge you accept your request. 🐲I mean, there is no one better to learn from than from the best.(He's a very terrible teacher though) 🐲Your positive attitude is also refreshing from the gloomy and terrified faces of his daily life.

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🦇Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

🦇Don't ask him for potion making, but he'll be perfect for teaching history. After all, he was there when it happened. 🦇...Except he wasn't. When XXX thing went down, he was hammered with his friend Jerry on the other side of the continent. 🦇He's still kinda helpful with the big lines, but don't really expect much. 🦇That or he'll put you through Silver and Sebek's training regiment. Don't know which is worse.

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[cardsbizarreadventure]

☆꧁✬◦°˚°◦. ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ .◦°˚°◦✬꧂☆ 10 years ago I drew an art that I was really proud of and when I came around to check my old drawings I told myself.. "Hey, maybe I should do a re-draw of this image because its so cool!" 👀❤️ So here we are today after so long with an improved version of it. I tried to keep most of the elements of the image so it will have the same vibe and idea behind it. Looking at my art back and then and now is like... did I really draw that? I've always doubted myself and I still do to this day because I am just like that sadly... but I am still happy to say that I am proud of the progress I've made over the years. 🥰❤️

The OG art I did 10 years ago is under the cut :D.