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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years

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BSD x university au hc’s | pt. 2

part 2 of the university au hc’s !! i am obviously a slut for chuuya and fyodor so don’t mind me. i hope you guys like this !!

check out pt. 1 here

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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

i love akutagawa ryuunosuke my angst child but i’m just like ‘hmmmmmmm’ when it comes to what his course would probably be

after extensive research aka reading his character page on wiki i feel like maybe he’d be a history major because,,,, he likes antiques?

well his clothes do seem very dark academia-esque and i can see him liking something as cool as history

akutagawa’s probably into something like war history but he’s not weird about it he just finds it really cool how different strategies work or analyzing what exactly makes the winners win

he absolutely HATES the fact that he keeps having to read the Iliad for class

he’s also that classmate who INTENSIVELY DEFENDS achilles for being a bit of a little bitch (but he fully agrees that patroclus and achilles were gay af ok this was random moving on)

akutagawa has practically no social life. he doesn’t go to parties, he doesn’t talk to his roommate, he doesn’t even like to eat in the dining hall

BUT he absolutely loves being in debate team because WINNING

he’s such a nightmare to work with though but he just delivers so well when it’s time for him to speak. like, if he’s on a negative and it’s time to hash out rebuttals, just prepare to get MURDERED

other debaters: “esteemed scholars and adjudicators...”

akutagawa: “you, sir, have no idea how wrong you are.”

that is until dazai decided to randomly show up at a debate tournament all ‘la di da da’ like and completely crushed akutagawa along with his ego

from then on he started stalking dazai and just SOMEHOW managed to end up in his circle of friends

even though he’s antisocial in real life, akutagawa 100% runs a dark academia aesthetic blog on tumblr i’m right and i don’t accept criticism

it’s actually really good he has a ton of followers and even does requests for moodboards if someone asks nicely

atsushi was the one who actually found out about it but he’s nice so he didn’t tell akutagawa about it

kunikida probably follows that blog

Chuuya Nakahara:

if this part sounds like i’m just thirsting for chuuya then you’re absolutely right i love wine man

don’t get mad at me but i can ABSOLUTELY SEE HIM MAJORING IN FASHION DESIGN I MEAN LOOK AT HIM

he’s just always had such a good eye for fashion and he’s veryyy meticulous when it comes to snipping and putting together clothes

chuuya also carries a sketchbook full of designs and his drawings look amazing and he isn’t afraid to just show them off

that said he doesn’t dress like a tired uni student at all, like he just always looks so on-point and unbothered by his five million deadlines

dazai: chuuya, i said this was a CASUAL LUNCH

chuuya, dressed in what looks like silk pajamas: THIS IS CASUAL

tbh if he just wore a white t-shirt and jeans i would die maybe he’s actually saving us from this ordeal

he has so much talent though as a designer he’s probably had several internships with design companies all throughout his years at uni

i feel like chuuya’s also really active in extracurriculars and has been in leadership positions in some of them (he probably runs the student org for fashion design)

chuuya in a student band though oh my gosh i can’t breathe i can’t breathe him as a VOCALIST?? and wearing torn jeans and eyeliner and that same hat in concerts ican’t brEATHE

okay in all honesty he would thrive being in a band chuuya loves the attention and the creativity of being able to design their whole look and write songs

tbh i don’t know if he’d have a roommate chuuya’s probably the type who’d rather have one of those single rooms or just rent a flat for him to stay in even after graduation

because his social life is super vibrant, he does have a lot of friends and he does make an effort to get to know all of them individually

but he’s more open around those who he’s been friends with for a really long time and as much as he’d like to say dazai isn’t one of them, he is

also chuuya is definitely the type to party hard during the weekends and has more than once crashed in someone’s house after drinking too much (dazai drew on his face on more than one occasion)

Oda Sakunosuke:

i love this man SO MUCH you guys have no idea i would literally die for him

100% this guy majors in creative writing because this is supported by FACTS and not just me wanting to be coursemates with him in this fictional world

super serious and diligent with his work especially since he’s passionate about writing. he loves to read in his spare time and is such a fan of classic novels about social realism or philosophy

oda spends 99% of his time in second-hand bookshops that the owner probably knows him by name at this point

he’s super old school when it comes to writing though, like he still keeps and writes in a notebook before typing it up on a laptop and no matter how many times dazai tells him its impractical, oda just keeps doing it

lmao whenever workshops come around he’s super nice with his critique. i bet a lot of his fellow classmates like sending their writing drafts to him

he draws smiley faces and always adds ‘nice work’ on people’s drafts omg i love odasaku

he’s such an old soul, he probably doesn’t do a whole lot of partying but he likes more quiet, private social events like drinking with close friends or just hanging out and talking at other people’s houses

he and dazai probably met when dazai decided to take an intro to creative writing class and wrote a long poem about double suicide on his first day that kind of put off everyone in the class from wanting to sit with him

odasaku was the only one who wasn’t exactly bothered but he did give dazai some comments to help him with his poetry and dazai instantly wanted to be his friend

in terms of extracurricular life, i can definitely see odasaku joining a writing organization and even the campus newspaper. he does find joy in interviewing students for newspaper articles

he’s also pretty into photography and uses a really old, second-hand camera that he bought at an antique store and fixed himself. at one point he won a prize in a contest

odasaku would be the best roommate. he’s super sensitive to when you have a bad day and will invite you to sit on his bed and hug his pillow and talk about your problems

scratch that, everyone talks to odasaku about their problems and now your room is like a therapist’s office

Edgar Allan Poe:

i swear this was the only gif i could find other than actual edgar allan poe

ANOTHER CREATIVE WRITING BUDDY AHHH I WOULD LOVE TO BE BESTIES WITH HIM AHHH

well actually i feel like since he’s super ambitious and already has a fixed idea on the stuff he likes to write, he’d probably double major in something like forensic science because he’d use it to write his mystery novels

omg that’s where he meets ranpo and now pretty much every main character poe writes is slightly based on on ranpo

it’s a problem. his professor brings it up more than once during his classes but it’s poe’s Thing now

he also has such an unending passion for gothic literature and he wears those white, long-sleeved blouses and waistcoats on a REGULAR BASIS

chuuya probably saw him once and was like ‘hmm, i could pull that off’

poe’s daily route is just going to the library and to class and then go home and that’s about it

he ended up working as a student assistant at the library because he’s just super familiar with the book collections and it’s a job that’s peaceful and quiet

more than once though, he’d just be really in-deep with his writing to the point that he doesn’t even notice that the library has closed or that he hasn’t eaten the entire day

that’s alright though because ranpo always passes by the library at night to check on his friend and (reluctantly) give him some snacks

also since poe’s pretty much a recluse, he doesn’t go to any social event UNLESS it’s a halloween-themed one

he loves going all out with his costumes because he’s a Drama Queen like that but the problem is he keeps dressing up as gothic novel characters and nobody gets it

dazai, trying to guess his costume: umm,, Two-Face from Batman?

poe: IT’S DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

there was this one time when poe took it upon himself to host the halloween party and it was EPIC

he basically designed it as a murder mystery night wherein everyone who came pretended to be guests at a house and then a murder happened

the only problem was that ranpo was conspiring with poe and it was pretty much unfair

except for the fact that ranpo was frustrated at how bad everyone was at deducing that he ended up solving the mystery for them

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

one of my favorite scenes of him in s3 was of fyodor playing the cello because god damn that is beautiful and therefore i am hc-ing him as a music major and you can’t tell me otherwise

fyodor is an absolute music genius and he was definitely scouted by the university’s music program and then he was granted a scholarship (because in this ideal university, the arts are valued)

he purposely decided to go to a university rather than a music conservatory because he’s also interested in learning a bunch of other things

aside from his music classes, he ventures into comparative literature and philosophy, even a bit of computer science at some point

people always assume that since he’s a music major he probably wouldn’t do well in other subjects but SURPRISE BITCH

anyway, fyodor’s a genius because god clearly has favorites

aside from attending class, he’s even part of an official orchestra and has even landed a few solos

that said, he’s quite busy and very preoccupied in his own work to actually have a social life either

you’ll often find him rehearsing by himself in an empty classroom for hours and hours on end (someone pls bring him food he’s also the type to forget to eat or even drink water)

if you are able to catch him perform at an orchestra or just practice by himself, it’s quite a mesmerizing sight. his eyes are often closed so he could focus on the sound alone and his fingers move so elegantly along the neck of the cello

(sorry i just love people who play any form of stringed instrument)

fyodor also takes such good care of his cello. also he would probably kill you on the spot if you touched his bow

he has a fairly small group of friends and they like playing chess together (even though fyodor is better than all of them) and just talk about um,, idk philosophy and stuff (whatever it is smart people do idk i’m not one of them)

i have a feeling he actually follows akutagawa’s dark academia blog and loves his content, even to the point of requesting ‘cello player moodboards’

also because he’s a cello player he needs to take care of his fingers so he wears gloves a lot (idk why i find this hot)

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lofeel · 3 years

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ahh tbh, this was some years ago, and I had pretty BIG culture shock living in Minnesota, so I'm not sure about recommendations for food.. but near the school, everyone loved Shish, the Mediterranean restaurant (until there were unconfirmed rumors that the owner was sexist??). We went to a place called Blue Door (that just closed...) to eat special burgers called juicy lucys!! Those were good. I majored in Japanese and Sociology! I loved allll my Japanese profs. In Sociology, my fave was Eric Larson. I studied abroad in Japan, but I didn't go on Mac's pre-approved programs, I instead applied to another program called KCJS to go to Doshisha U in Kyoto. My best friend did the CET Osaka program. I heard BAD things about the Sofia Uni. one, and less than stellar reviews for Nanzan. We didn't want to go to Tokyo, so we got approved for those other programs (and we both had AMAZING times). If you decide you want to go to Tokyo, try for the Waseda program since it's the most prestigious! (and therefore more accountability for quality!! I heard it's really good.) Tips to live in Minnesota: Be mentally and clothing-prepared for the winters!!! Consider making a close Minnesotan friend you can spend the long Thanksgiving weekend with. As much as possible, travel with a friend if you need to go to Frogtown for any reason. There are lots of amazing Asian restaurants scattered across the Twin Cities, so if you like that, make friends with upperclassmen in the Asian culture-focused student orgs. Visit the Mall of America, Como Zoo and Conservatory!!, the St. Paul Cathedral, the Minneapolis Museum of Art, and the Science Museum. um um, and at Mac: If you're spiritual at all, take advantage of the chapel because it's gorgeous. The First Year Course is serious business because they become your first step into making friends. I took part in a pre-orientation program called Ametrica...there might be other pre-orientation programs...but those can also really set you up with friends before the school year even starts! idk, just I hope you meet and make friends with all sorts of people!!!!💗

AHHHH this is so sweet that you answered all my questions omg i’ll reply under the ‘keep reading’ !!

first of all when you said blue door i for SURE thought you were talking about blue’s egg which is a restaurant here and i was like :O they have blue’s there?

japanese and sociology are such a cool combo for majors !! i’m thinking of double majoring international studies and spanish and then maybe minor in women’s gender, sexuality, etc. + an interdisciplinary of human rights and humanitarianism ??? but i’m def starting out undeclared since i am unsure of what i want my career to be !!!

also i def will have to research more abt where i want to go specifically !! being indigenous/mexican... but also mistaken for middle eastern/arab i’d prefer not to go to an area that is notoriously racist or smthn T_T like in ecuador there was a weird stigma against venezuelan immigrants and tension w ecuadorians but luckily they seemed to like americans? or rather .... like latine ppl that were american haha

i’m actually from wisconsin so the weather won’t be too different from where i have lived my whole life thus far!! but i can see how making a minnesotan friend would be beneficial.. esp since plane/bus/train tickets don’t grow on trees !!

i will definitely make note of all these places and try to visit them all !!! the only one i’ve gone to is mall of america and all i remember is 1. hating the tmnt ride 2. loooooving the spongebob roller coaster

also i will definitely check out pre-orientation programs !!! tbh i was thinking about applying to the bonners program since i fit a lot of the requirements but the way that people are all like Very accomplished and i have been ... not sm... just kind of discouraged me from applying :/ plus like with me being first gen it’s kind of complicated because they consider first gen any students whose parents didn’t get bachelors degrees....but a lot of prev members of the program seem to be the first in their family while i would be the third in my family to go.... idk :( still kind of unsure abt it but i don’t think i would necessarily need it ?

ahhhh and if you have read through all this ! just one last question, do you remember any certain campus jobs to stay away from? i qualify for work-study and the money it would save... makes me intrigued abt where to work but also... i don’t know if i would thrive in the dining hall or smthn where there would be a lot of eyes watching me ???

seriously thank you for being so kind and informative !!! i’ve alr mutually followed 30+ incoming mac students and hopefully i can soon muster up some courage and message some ppl !!!

#nonmb #non mb #i hope you are having a good day/night btw!#sorry for the delayed response i was studying !

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sadaboutniall · 4 years

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something about you;

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Eight. January, 2009.

He can’t get enough of kissing her.

Isla is his girlfriend now, has been for over two months, and Niall still can’t get enough of it: can’t get enough of walking with his arm around her in the hallway at school, can’t get enough of bringing her name up in front of Colm during practice, can’t get enough of the sight of her in his jumpers, can’t get enough of this, right now, the way he has her laid out underneath him on his twin-sized bed, his hands up under her jumper, her fingers tangled in his hair. They’ve been kissing for what feels like hours and he’s insatiable, riled up, pulls away every time he has to breathe only to feel like he’s suffocating without her mouth on his. He can’t imagine he’ll ever get enough of her. He can’t imagine ever going anywhere if she’s not around.

And she’s the same way—Isla’s never been particularly shy around him but he knows now that there’s a whole side of her no one gets to see, a layer just for him, where she’s passionate and loving and soft, never satisfied with just one more kiss, just one more cuddle. He thinks about when he met her, 7 years old and looking at him on the ground, covered in mud, and looks at her now almost exactly seven years later, sprawled out underneath him, a deep, purple hickey blossoming on her neck. The thought of how far they’ve come makes him want to cry.

Still straddling her, Niall sits back on his haunches, hands resting on Isla’s hips. It’s only a few days into January and outside Niall’s bedroom window it’s snowing—thick, heavy flakes falling to the ground fast and hard. It started hours ago and there’s a claustrophobic blanket of it covering the grass, the street, the trees, the cars, muffling every sound, softening every light. Night falls in mid-afternoon in January, too, making it feel like 11pm when it’s just barely 6:30. Isla’s been over since 10am and they spent the day mostly like this: snogging, napping, cuddling, laughing. She brought a book over and curled up next to him while he played guitar, they fucked around on FIFA together for a few hours, rolling over laughing as they designed the ugliest possible kits they could imagine, gave their squads the stupidest names they could think up. He made her an omelette for lunch—ham and cheese, her favorite—and almost choked to death laughing when she started joking about their head teacher, a spot-on impersonation that almost terrified him with how good it was.

When he’s with Isla, Niall doesn’t feel that familiar desperation to get out, that dread that his life is going to stop here, slam up against a brick wall on the edges of Mullingar and wither away. He still wants to get out but he thinks about doing it with her: he can figure something out for himself in London while she’s at uni and he can build something he’s proud of, wherever Isla is. He feels safe with her, less afraid of time pushing forward, of his life fading away.

‘You thinking about something?’ Isla slides her palms up Niall’s thighs and he focuses back in on the moment. Back in on his Isla. ‘You’ve got your thinking face on.’

‘Just uni and stuff,’ it’s easy, Niall’s found, not to keep things from Isla. He doesn’t feel stupid telling her what he’s thinking, even though he knows she’s a million miles smarter than he’ll ever be. ‘London.’

‘What about it?’ When Isla asks questions they’re gentle. Not probing, not accusatory. He doesn’t feel like she’ll laugh at his answers, or tell him the things he wants are out of reach.

‘Dunno, just,’ he scratches the back of his neck. ‘What I can do in London, while you’re at uni. I don’t know if I’ve got the marks to get into a music conservatory. I can try to do pub gigs, odd jobs, things like that, but I’ll need to figure out accommodation and rent in London is so expensive and—’

‘Niall, Niall,’ Isla reaches up to cup Niall’s cheek. Her hands are warm and soft and he calms down almost immediately. ‘We’ve got ages still. But we can look at conservatory programs and unis and stuff tomorrow if you want. I’m looking after Aiden while you’re at football practice but if you want to come over afterward we can use my dad’s computer.’

‘You’d look with me?’ Niall’s never felt like his future has been of that much interest to anyone.

‘Yeah, of course. We could go talk to Mrs. Healy, too, get her advice.’

‘Oh, Jesus,’ Niall grimaces at the thought of spending time with the school’s guidance counsellor, her suffocating office in the back of the administration building, the overwhelming cloud of perfume that follows everywhere she goes. ‘Spare me.’

Isla laughs, her nose scrunching up as she does. ‘I think she wears all that perfume to cover up the smell of her crush on Mr. O’Hagan.’

‘Stop,’ Niall’s jaw drops, Isla still laughing underneath him. He loves the way her laugh gets when she’s not self-conscious—her double chin, her lopsided smile, a cackle in the back of her throat. Her laugh is so funny that it sets him off too more often than not, and he’s already giggling before he can finish the rest of his sentence. ‘Do you really think?’

‘Oh my God, totally. Have you seen the way she moons over him? I bet she keeps a lock of his hair in her bra, or something.’

‘Is that what girls do when they have crushes?’ Niall’s sure his face is beet red from laughter, but he doesn’t care. ‘Do you need a lock of mine for yourself?’

‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ Isla leans up for another kiss, smiling against his lips. ‘The hair would need to be natural.’

When Isla’s dad comes to pick her up at 8, Niall walks her to the door. She’s wrapped up in one of his jumpers and a scarf but he can still see the dark hickey he left on her neck this afternoon, and Niall’s dad can, too, when he says goodnight to Isla in the kitchen.

Niall kisses her goodnight at the door and watches until the tail lights of her dad’s car disappear around the corner. The snow is still falling and his heart feels like the center of the universe, buoyed by endless possibilities for the future.

When he steps back into the kitchen, Bobby is leaning against the counter.

‘You’re being safe with her, Niall?’ He asks it straight out and the surprise attack works exactly the way it should: Niall doesn’t have time to think about his answer, to weigh whether or not it’s worth lying.

‘We’re not doing that, da,’ he says, and it’s the truth. He wants to, one day. He knows Mully and Emilia are, and a couple of his other friends, too. They’ve done a little touching, him and Isla, but nothing more than that—nothing that’s gone very far.

Bobby nods, and Niall exhales, relieved his dad believes him. ‘When you do, you can tell me. I don’t want you to make any stupid mistakes.’

‘Thanks, da,’ Niall makes moves for the stairs, but Bobby calls his name again. He turns back around.

‘She’s a sweet girl, Niall. I like her. Be good to her.’

‘I will, da.’

‘Boys your age can be eejits without realizing it. I just want you to use your head.’

‘You don’t need to worry about that, da. I’m not gonna do anything stupid. I love her.’ He hasn’t said it before, but it comes out easy, natural, the most logical thing in the world. He does love her. There’s no question about it, nothing scary about it, nothing new about it. He’s known it, he realizes, for the better part of a decade now—there hasn’t been a moment of his life since that day in 2000 that he hasn’t, in some way, carried the thought of her through. There hasn’t been a night without a dream about her, an afternoon without a few hours spent fantasizing about life with her. He feels safe and full and like things matter when Isla’s there. He feels happier with her than he could ever imagine being without her. He loves her. He has loved her for a long, long time.

‘Have you told her that?’ Bobby’s asking, and Niall shakes his head.

‘Not yet.’

Bobby nods. ‘Be careful.’

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craftygamerwolf · 4 years

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Well, I finally got around to collecting my stuff from Uni this week, which means I can get on and finish a few of my WIPs. The first of which has already been completed!

I bought this hedgehog latch hook kit from Hobbycraft last year. The last time I did latch hooking was in Year 6, so I was really excited to complete another project. Latch hooking does take forever, but it’s very therapeutic and produces some stunning results! I’m really pleased with this, but I don’t think I’ll be doing another one any time soon...

In other crafty news, my Sophie’s Universe blanket is progressing nicely! I got to the end of Part 3 this week, and I’m really pleased with how it looks so far. It’s introduced me to some new stitches too; crab stitch took a little bit of time to get the hang of but it turned out alright in the end!

Games wise I haven’t really been up to much. I haven’t been on Animal Crossing in a couple of days so I really ought to go and see my islanders, and I currently can’t play on Ring Fit as my hoop happens to be at the back of the conservatory, which is currently FULL of my stuff from Uni. Yeah, I have a lot of stuff... I’m excited by the new Story of Seasons game and Paper Mario, but I don’t think I’ll be getting hold of them for quite a while.

In the spare time between gaming and crafting, I’ve been having a lot of fun learning HTML and CSS coding. It feels good to be doing something constructive during all this time away from Uni, although I really ought to think about doing some Maths...

NightWolf

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curvingsunsets · 4 years

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Hello cutie💜 can I have a ship? (Jatp) I'm very short, brown hair and I wear really cute outfits or sporty ones😂 I studied saxophone at the conservatory and musicology at uni, I had a hard time with music bc my teachers were really mean, but now I reconnected. I also sing, play the piano and the ukelele. My other passions are: books, dancing and spending quality time with my two besties. I'm known for standing up against what I feel it's not fair and I consider myself a feminist. All my LOVE💜

I ship you with Luke!

-He loves your power and how you stand up for yourself

-It’s inspiring to him to see another powerful and strong person in his life

-He’ll make you sing for him just because he’s annoying like that

-Will convince you to sing by singing first

-If anyone is ever mean to you, he will be fighting them.

-He loves to see what outfits you can come up with because they’re always the best in his book

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misskamelie · 2 years

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Despite not having been able to actually appreciate nor partecipate that much/as much as I'd like, I prefer uni as an environment much better than high school

#will have a more rounded judgement by July methinks but so far it's entertaining #first off you're not forced to be around the same people in one single classroom #second I thrive when there are lots of different initiatives despite not being able to participate myself #this morning I'm spending my computer time looking at uni documents about what's going on #as they say. practicing my cittadinanza attiva I guess #the only problem I have is that I have to do back and forth between cities :// because I have uni in one place and conservatory in another:(#which is basically quite a bit of time lost between movements #also I had the crazy idea to participate in a tutoring project :')#it's nice don't take me wrong but next year I'm definitely not taking on anything else :')#my post #now things are getting better a bit so I should be able to focus on my exams

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jeiasacads · 4 years

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hi ate! you stated that you took the exam for dlsu and ust, may i know po the difference of the structure nung test po? thank you 💓

i swear, tumblr is broken somehow ‘cos i didn’t get notified for this ask! anywho, i will answer this even if i’m pretty sure this was asked prior to the last cet season.

i didn’t just take DCAT & USTET, i took the UPCAT and the ACET as well. however, since you are only asking for the DCAT and USTET structure, this answer will only be pertaining to those!

the DCAT is structured by MANY subtests—we had a break in-between subtests. if i remember correctly, it was structured as such:

1) mental ability (shape & pattern recognition) 2) language proficiency (english & filipino) 3) math (problem-solving, trigonometry, algebra, some geometry) 4) 10-minute break (bring your own snacks!) 5) science (biology, physics, chemistry) 6) mental ability 2 (word problems mixed with pattern recognition) 7) personality test (gives you a situation, answer honestly)

the test was a long and grueling one, especially since the building that i took it in had the coldest of aircons. you are not allowed to go to the bathroom during the test, only during the allotted break time. they have very nice comfort rooms though!

the USTET, (my uni<3) in comparison, only has 4 subtests. if you are applying for a quota course, i will add those below!

1) mental ability (shape & pattern recognition - 15 minutes) 2) english (business comm, oral comm, EAPP, 21st CL) 3) math (problem-solving, algebra, geometry) 4) science (biology, physics, chemistry, earth science)

for quota courses, there are either a) more subtests, b) separate talent tests/auditions, or c) the leapmed exam.

a) more subtests usually these subtests are for those who will be applying for fine arts or archi. there would be an extra visual logic puzzle subtest, and a drawing test.

b) separate talent tests/auditions this isn’t a subtest, it’s more of an entirely separate exam where UST will give you another date to come in and audition for them. this is for those applying for conservatory of music.

c) the leapmed exam this test is intended for stem students across the country (stem & health allied if from ust-shs) who are aspiring to become doctors. the leapmed program is a 6-year course where its students complete a 2-year bachelor’s degree and 4 years in medicine proper, earning 2 degrees in 6 years. subtests include anatomy, botany, chemistry, physics, physiology, and zoology. this is an entirely separate test from the USTET, and has an additional fee.

i hope that answers your question, anon!

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aqvarius · 5 years

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Fav voltage games and any guys similar to you???

thanks for the ask!

[5] favourite games:

1. Her Love in the Force: because i’m So Predictable. honestly i feel this game is one of the strongest overall. the writing is incredible, the mix of drama and romance and action is perfect, the plots are always so interesting. i sometimes play other games and then kind of put it down before i’m finished with a route but with HLITF, i have to finish the whole route ASAP because i love the feeling of investigating and uncovering the plot in addition to the developing romantic relationship. also all the love interests are really top notch, and you really get to see the mc’s development into an incredible detective. can’t go wrong with this game at all. i recommend it wholeheartedly to everyone.

2. Dreamy Days in West Tokyo: this game makes me feel nostalgic for a high school experience i never even had. this is voltage’s sweetest game of all time (i say that but i actually never played class trip crush or any of the other school life ones lmao). if you love school life shoujo manga and osananajimi romances that you actually get to see develop all the way to marriage, this is the game for you. the reason that it’s one of my faves is that it’s actually surprisingly quite full of drama and anguish as well and i found a lot of the conflict in the relationships really quite relatable. i also love the camaraderie between the whole friend group :)

3. Be My Princess: a true classic. this is one of the first voltage games i ever played. i totally understand why it had to come to an end but how i wish there was more BMP content. give us butler routes voltage you cowards!!!!! BUM is not the same!!!! anyway wow this was back when princesses were the trend for MCs and now i guess everyone is just raring for action MCs. i miss Average Girl MCs - anyone else? i’d love to see more political drama in BMP too… i’m also especially nostalgic for this game because the OG voltage tumblr crew were so much fun

4. Kiss of Revenge: such a good game that i wish they continued. this is when i feel like voltage was peaking with their more mature games and MCs. the only good and valid Dr. MC, RMD MC needs to learn from her. this is another game where i wish there were more content. i love that the MC is the focal point of the drama rather than the love interests. although i do suppose it is a game where the premise only really allows for limited content…

5: A Knight’s Devotion/My Sweet Bodyguard: AKD is just MSB in medieval times. i couldn’t decide between the two because the premise is basically the same and AKD is just the ‘less content’ version of the two. i do still really like the bodyguard/knight falling in love with his mistress trope, and i don’t really mind that the MC is kinda weak physically. people always slag her off for just like panicking when she’s in precarious situations but unless you’re a seasoned fighter, you would panic in real life too, don’t lie. there are different types of strengths and i feel like the AKD/MSB MCs demonstrate the type of tolerance and understanding that really complements their LIs. also i’m forever grateful for MSB for giving us the greatest spinoff app of all time, HLITF.

6. BONUS it’s not an otome game but Voltage released this game 生存率0%! 地下鉄からの脱出 which is a VN horror survival type game? I’ve been wanting it since I saw the trailer in 2013.

[5] guys similar to your personality:

all the tsunderes lol. no but for real

1. Ayumu Shinonome: this is strange because i love him so much as a LI haha. but in actuality, we’re pretty similar. i’m pretty bad at expressing my feelings for people even if i feel them so strongly and i kind of send out hints here and there and expect my SO to get them (and he gets it just enough for me to feel like this a viable form of communication lol). in general i’m the type of person who often does things without explaining myself and internalise everything when i’m annoyed. i did one of those stupid facebook meme generator things about myself and it came up with this which is so accurate i hate it

i’m also the type to put a lot of value on toiletries/cosmetics lol, i’ll spend an hour hovering around the chemist/drugstore and i’ll do SO much research before buying new makeup/skincare/haircare etc. ayumu and i share a motto which is “要靚唔要命” (fashion > comfort/life lmao)

i also take my teaching pretty seriously (although… i would never ever date a student) like literally i’ll have to get up at 7am to teach a 9am seminar and then i’ll still be up at 4am thinking of activities to try to get them to practice applying a certain theory or adjusting the wording of my questions to get them to understand something better. i love peach tea and i used to get it from the vending machine every day when i was in school lmao and i was not gonna reveal this for fear of seeming lame but i’m just gonna admit that i also have a dinosaur phone case hahahaha although i got it just cause it was cute and not cause i’m a dinophile. anyway the big difference between us though is that ayumu is a genius while i am made up of Dumbass Juice

2. Toru Kurosawa: i’m loathe to admit it but i’m also kinda similar to this….. freaking……. guy…….. cause he’s kinda cheerful and sometimes a bit of a chatterbox on the surface but also kinda… two-faced?? which, same. i don’t really take things seriously unless it’s actually a big deal to me and then i’m like SUPER serious about it. also my friends probably all find me super annoying l m a o there was a time in my life where i would spam my close friend circle group chat and everyone would just ignore me

another similarity is that we tend to push people away when we have personal issues to deal with. i always try to sort my own shit out before involving anyone else even if the situation involves them (but this also means that even if something is not my fault i’ll find a way to rationalise that it is my own fault and then accept it as my own problem and the other person will get off scot free)

3. Rihito Hatsune: oh? what’s that? another Bad Personality Guy? i think i’ve toned this down a fair bit from before but i can actually be pretty manipulative with guys and instead of being up front and direct, i’ll just do and say things that will get me the response that i want (lol the recurring theme here is that i’m a terrible person and bad communicator. @ my boyfriend, thank you for putting up with me for 4 years lol). i’m also a classically trained musician (but stopped just short of applying to conservatory for musical performance when i did my uni applications back in the day cause i suck at theory)

4. Mizuki Fujisaki: beyond all my two-facedness, bad interpersonal communication skills and other general negative personality traits, i think mizuki and i are similar in that we share the same airheadedness. like i think we both share a brainwave and that brainwave is only accessible in outer space. in mizuki, it’s cute. in me, it’s… ADHD maybe…??? who knows.

5. Glenn Casiraghi: it’s hard to find 5 different guys who are similar to me lol. i guess i would go with glenn because he has a complex about his age (i too have always been the youngest in my cohort - family, friends, schoolmates, etc. and i have such an inferiority complex about it lol) and he can be kinda spoilt but also pretty responsible when he has to be

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sloumate · 6 years

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Hello my friends! Here I am, once again, with a recap of the fics that warmed my heart during 2018. It was a bit of a weird year for me, not gonna lie, the first half was very good (I graduated from uni, so there was that, yay), but the second half was a bit meh :\ i lost myself in the absolute uncertainty of the future and anxiety has been eating away at my soul. Both the fandom and fics have always been a safe place for me, but towards the end of the year i started feeling slightly detached from everything so it was a bit of a slow one, even fic-wise.

Angst aside, good fics have always been and still are the best way to lure me right back in, and for that, I have to thank all the authors mentioned under the cut: you’re all legends and I genuinely hope you feel as loved as you made us feel with your words.

A big thank you also goes to a group of people that kept me updated on all fronts, shared with me some of these gems and definitely made my year much brighter: @imlt-archive, @pinklucozade (who also made the banner above, so thank you very much bee ♥), @moonloueh, @louistomlinsonsz, @mattbelloumy & @nouies ✨

But let’s get to business: here are my favorite fics of the year. They’re listed in chronological order and the ones that are marked with a ♡ hold an extra special place in my heart. Hope you’ve read most of these during the year, but if you haven’t, well, here’s a treat for 2019:

{ 2016 / 2017 / more fics here }

As We Were, As We Are by jaerie / @jaerie / 51k / ♡

Alex is a British soldier who has been injured in battle, Louis is a RAF pilot with amnesia. Somehow they put each other back together even if they get separated along the way.

Now In A Minute by thealmightyavocado / @avocadolouie / 150k

13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was. / Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.

Try to not remember (rather than forget) by hereforlou / @hereforlou / 59k

Harry hadn’t left, not really. He had been right there the entire time. And that’s what had made it worse, knowing that his body was within touching distance but his mind, everything that made Harry Harry, was lost somewhere Louis wasn’t able to reach. He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him. / Or, the one where Harry wakes up.

A Study in Love by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings / 24k / ♡

Louis knows everything about everyone which has put him at a great and weird advantage over nearly all of them since the very beginning. He can solve any puzzle before most people know where to begin. He is rarely perplexed, mistaken, or wrong, and obviously, Louis is never ever surprised. And yet, his new flatmate after a very long string of failed ones has Louis questioning how he ever did any of it without him. [part 2 / part 3]

Chased the High by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel / 12k

Working as a fireman is a tough job. Being in love with your best friend and fellow fireman is also a tough job. / Or the one where Louis and Harry are both fireman and Louis doesn't know how much longer he can go on harboring his feelings for Harry.

When We Find Love by angelichl / @angelichl /38k

The famous/not-famous AU in which Louis lives in a house by the lake and doesn't know Harry is famous.

Take my hand and make the stars collide by tolvsmol / @rosesau / 15k / ♡

It all started with a few too many shots and ended with Louis drunkenly betting Harry to marry him – apparently “You won’t” is enough incentive for both of them, because now they’re at a rundown motel with a 24 hour chapel, and they’re giggling and kissing in the pews as they wait their turn. Except Louis sort of lost his buzz an hour or so ago, but he’s too afraid to say anything. Where does ‘marrying your best friend under false pretenses’ fall in terms of moral ambiguity? (Louis almost calls it off right then and there, until Harry admits he’s also dead sober, but… why not go home with one hell of a story anyway?) / or the one where what happens in vegas doesn't always stay in vegas.

Make Your Words A Weapon by HelloAmHere / @helloamhere / 36k / ♡

Louis is a music critic, Harry is a rockstar, soulmates are destiny but no one ever said destiny was easy, music is everything.

Simply Irresistible by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings / 12k

Louis only comes to town to start up a successful restaurant, but finds he can't quite leave once the job is done. Though, that might have more to do with him falling for his quirky neighbor than anything else.

Smoke & Mirrors by sincewewereeighteen / 59k

"What are we drinking then?” He asks Harry, claiming his place sitting on the stool by his side. “Tequila.” Harry replies. “Is this a good idea?” “Neither is sleeping with you, probably, but I’m going to do it anyways, so…” He hands Louis a glass. “Bottoms up!” / Or: the one in which Harry hates Louis, but doesn't know him. And then... He does.

Gonna dream of how you (tasted) by hereforlou / @hereforlou / 21k

The one where Harry needs a handyman and it turns out they have a bit of a history.

Loving You, It's Explosive by missyoubabycakes / 12k

Harry is obsessed with organization and Louis makes way too many jokes. Somehow, they're made for each other. / or Louis can't properly work because he's so in love and Harry just wants him to admit that.

Don't Let the Tide Come and Take Me by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou / 28k

The aquarium in the lobby has been there as long as Louis can remember, and so has the merman inside. That is, until the day Louis loses his job and decides to set the creature free. They set off on a road trip to the sea, learning to communicate more and more each day. Their destination is LA, but the closer they get and the more Louis gets to know the merman, the more he dreads having to say goodbye. / Or, the one where Louis decides to set a merman free and ends up finding his own freedom along the way.

Into The Midnight Sun by summerwine / @smrwine / 63k / ♡

It's 1983, Harry embarks on his first world tour and Louis is a budding actor in LA. Life spent apart isn't easily adjustable, but somehow they make it work.

Sun Means The Sky'll Be Blue by PearlyDewdrops / @curlsandlashes / 91k / ♡

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin's five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people's questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry's old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it's a sore subject not to be mentioned. If it's a little bit closer to the truth than Harry would like, well, he's a master at living in denial. So cue a mess of trudged-up feelings, past misunderstandings, a rekindled summer romance and a whole lot of sexually-charged bickering.

Keep this love in a photograph by suspendrs / @suspendrs / 48k / ♡

“I could never forget a damn thing about you, Harry Styles, not even if I wanted to,” Louis says. His hair falls into his face when he glances over at Harry, the moonlight reflecting off of it and making it glow golden, like maybe Louis himself is the sun. Harry thinks of how dark and cold his life got once Louis went away, how Harry got a taste of the sweetest sunshine imaginable and then was plunged into the longest winter of his life. He feels like he’s been buried under mounds of snow for months, years, and he’s finally made it to spring, finally getting another taste of how wonderful life can be. / Or, it’s 1919, and Harry’s been falling in love with his best friend for his entire life.

Wild Love by purpledaisy / 130k / ♡

Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

Ain't That A Kick In The Head! by lesbianharrie, wreckingtomlinson / 22k

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

A Taste of Desire by casuallyhl / 104k

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

Tissue-thin lies by HelloAmHere / @helloamhere / 5k

Louis has a cold but he's FINE.

This Melody Was Meant For You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings / 32k

The Marie Henry Conservatory of Music has been around for ages, and not once has it ever admitted anybody besides the traditional, classical music student. Or at least they hadn’t until a few select outsiders are let in to mix things up and to give someone like Louis a chance.

Loyal Knight and True by rainbowninja167 / @rainbowninja / 51k / ♡

In contemporary Oxford, Harry Styles and Niall Horan run a magical bookshop, unbowed by an entire academic establishment that insists magic doesn't even exist. Sometimes, Harry finds, it's much easier to have faith in magic than in himself. Louis Tomlinson is a classically trained poet who needs something to believe in, and Liam Payne longs to be a part of something magical. But when the lines between reality and fiction - poetry and magic - start to blur, can they trust each other to keep track of what's true?

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by styleandsin / 43k / ♡

Louis needs a break from everything, from acting and the constant pressure of life in LA. He decides to move back home for a bit, some time with his family is exactly what can lift his spirits. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love. Both with the town he hated so much so that he couldn't wait to leave it years ago and with a curly haired florist that was the complete opposite of the guys he'd often meet in LA.

When the city shines (like the sun at night) by fondleeds / 37k / ♡

Love, Simon AU.

Oh, We're In Love, Aren't We? by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings / 30k / ♡

After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.

You came into my life by disgruntledkittenface / @disgruntledkittenface / 57k

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

The Second Hand Unwinds by FullOnLarrie / @fullonlarrie / 51k / ♡

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

The Lonely Planet Guide to Second Chances by 1Diamondinthesun / 102k

When Harry and Louis broke up, the last thing on Harry's mind was the non-refundable surprise trip he had booked for them across Europe. Harry was supposed to be moving on, not sightseeing with his ex. In hindsight, touring the continent with Louis was probably a bad idea. So naturally, that's exactly what Harry did. / Or, the breakup travel fic featuring romantic sunsets, awkward bed sharing, and second chances against a backdrop of some of Europe's most iconic cities

Truth, justice, and the gay way by hattalove / @hattalove / 2k

Liam needs a costume. Louis needs a best best friend award, a holiday, and to get a grip. (Harry's just in the right place at the right time.)

I believe him when he tells of loving me by bitterlee / 28k / ♡

Louis doesn't remember Harry. Harry takes him home.

When the Sun Won't Let You Sleep by allwaswell16 / @allwaswell16 / 30k

Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. He’s carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. He’s less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and he’s definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.

Take It To The Limit by taggiecb / 35k

Louis Tomlinson enjoys the simple life. He has his house, his family, and his friends all in the tiny town of Petty Harbour, Newfoundland. When he isn’t spending the winters plowing out the residents and keeping Liam and Niall company at Payne’s pub, he’s out on the open water doing the one thing that he loves the most, fishing. Harry Styles is a traveler. He lands in the tiny town to try to find himself. What he finds instead is a beautiful blue eyed man who seems to have everything figured out. But even a brick house can be damaged by a storm if it’s big enough. Can Louis’ perfect life and their relationship survive the tumult that’s coming?

What Our Souls Were Meant To Do by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings / 34k / ♡

All Harry’s father wants is for his son to marry as soon as possible and give their family another heir. All Harry wants to do is fall in love.

Where your lips land by BriaMaria / 12k / ♡

A love story told through Louis' tattoos. / or the Tyler Knott Gregson-inspired AU where Louis is a poet who lives in Montana and Harry is a photographer passing through.

Just call me inspiration by hereforlou / @hereforlou / 51k

The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world. / Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.

Love Me Please by angelichl / @angelichl / 23k / ♡

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.

O' Christmas Tree by Justalittlelouislove / @justalittlelouislove / 15k / ♡

Louis has a busy schedule to keep and a daughter to raise. He definitely isn't looking for a relationship. Enter Harry Styles, a local Christmas tree farmer that seems just a little too good to be true.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings / 128k / ♡

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet. Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

#2018 fic rec #hl fics #fan fiction #rec list #larry #larry ff #larry fics #ao3 #fic masterpost #fic rec #mine #ls fics #hl #fics

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liberationzine · 5 years

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What is the theme of this Zine?

Dark, Mysterious, or powerful, this is a zine looking to make the best out of the already incredibly cool Paranormal Liberation Front. We want to see our villains at their worst and by that, we mean in the limelight of their villainy. Whether it’s the full blast of Power that Dabi creates with his quirk or the sheer political power that Re-Destro holds, all forms of villainous propaganda are welcome here. Help us in our endeavor to gain more followers to become truly Liberated.

Please note that this means we focus on their success and power. While many villains have despair inducing history that lead to where they are now, that is not the focus of this zine.

Zine Specs

Physical Zine with Physical Merch For profit, with funds going to production first. → If you are under the legal age for your country, you agree that you have your parents permission or are choosing to opt out of monetary compensation. Final dimensions and specs to come.

Who is running this project?

Mod Lucy:

In charge of Graphics, Social Media, Zine Layout https://twitter.com/cmykae || https://instagram.com/cmykae

Some Previous Zine Experience

BNHA Katsukitchen Graphics, Layout, Communications

BNHA Versed in Quirky Poetry Graphics

BNHA All You Can Eat Graphics & Layout

BNHA Girl Power! Graphics & Layout

BNHA Kiribaku Holiday Graphics & Layout

MYSME Undercover Graphics

MYSME Divinate Marketing Graphics, Layout Assistant

MYSME 707hearts606 Graphics

Participated in events and zines as an illustrator

Real Life Experience

Collaborated with classmates to produce student run events: created websites to advertise events with html/css collected student designs for said events to be printed and displayed

Freelance Illustrator & Graphic Designer created illustrations for postcards and pin buttons

Proficiency in HTML/CSS, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Indesign

Designed, printed, and assembled — single handedly — books during her BFA : Perfect Bound, Saddle Stitch, Hand Stitched, Coil Bound, Accordion, French fold

Mod ALWINS: 21, Any Pronouns

In charge of Art Direction, Communications https://twitter.com/TTAlwins || https://www.instagram.com/ttalwins/

Experience:

Urban Legend: A DRRR!!! Fanzine: Communication, Organization*, Art Direction Finances/Marketing, Layout/Graphics. *set up the discord server, schedule, email/File templates, wrote FAQ, etc.

Check Please! A Fairy Tail Career Zine: Communications, Organization, Art Direction, Finances, Production, Shipping, Setup, Layout.

Real life experience as a stage manager and general theatre technician at an events center strong organizational and communication skills

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Commissions: Tattoo design, Book cover illustration, Character art, Traditional painting

Proficient in InDesign, Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator.

Has participated in 15+ zines knows how they work and what needs to be done and at what pace. Seen multiple strategies to make a successful project

Managed and helped develop arts conservatory program in highschool

Worked as an Arts Gallery Coordinator for my high school

Mod HapSky: 22, Any Pronouns

In charge of Production and Shipping https://twitter.com/HapSkyScribbles

Previous Zine Experience

DRRR Urban Legend: Finances, Production, Shipping, Layout Assistant

BNHA Versed in Quirky Poetry: Layout/Format

BNHA Sunshine and Moonlight: Communication, Shipping

BNHA Bubble Tea: Layout/Format

Participated in 10+ zines and events as writer

Responsible for layout/format and production of my uni’s short story anthology series:

Experienced with creating a book’s layout for printing purposes

Experience with the printers/manufacturers, as well as budgeting

Worked with 3 companies on magazines, ebooks and websites

Freelance Author: created and formatted screenplays, picture books, gamebooks, cookbooks, short story collections, poem collections

Proficient in InDesign, Photoshop

Mod Muse 21, She/Her/Hers

In charge of Writing and Beta https://twitter.com/museflight

Previous Zine Experience

Wonder Duo Rising: Beta Mod

One in a Million: General/Head Mod

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Modded two ‘~ month’ events

Modded gift swap

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Writing for eleven years

English tutoring experience

English major

Mod Vash : 20

In charge of Finances and Store https://twitter.com/bitchWithAsthma

Experience:

Currently an intern webmaster at nonprofit organization, tasked with maintaining current website and evaluating new software

Box Office Manager for 3 years: performed transactions, maintained accounts of ticket sales, handled exchanges and returns, balanced cash box and prepared nightly front of house report

Summer Camp Coordinator: managed all finances and logistics at a month long student day camp, including tracking spending, reimbursing purchases, budgeting funds and handling complaints and concerns

Financial officer for various clubs, collected member dues, kept club accounts, sold t-shirts and coordinated fundraisers

Where will the funds go?

This is a for profit zine, with the funds going to manufacturing first. Ideally, we will be able to send all contributors a full bundle, but this depends on the sales. All contributors will definitely receive the PDF file for the zine free of charge! Merchandise will definitely be offered at production cost to contributors as well.

What are the restrictions on this zine?

This zine is SFW This mean no obsessive gore or nudity. Small amounts of blood are okay! This zine will NOT have shipping Romantic/fluffy pieces will not be allowed! Please stay on theme. This zine will not include theories I.e. [ Redacted ] is the missing Todoroki child.

What are the restrictions on contributors?

All Contributors must have or be willing to make a Discord account.

Contributors retain the right to their work and can redistribute AFTER zine sales close. We will send out a notice when it is okay for contributors to do so.

You may apply for merch, writing, AND illustration, but you will likely only be chosen for one. Please keep that in mind!

Portfolios with BnHA art is nice, but NOT required.

Traditional art is accepted, but it must be scanned in high quality and at least 300 DPI.

Additionally you must be able to adjust value/color/etc in Photoshop or give permission/work with a mod to do this.

Contributors will be picked on skill alone.

Although bigots, racists, homophobes etc. will be automatically crossed off our list :^]

Contributors will be assigned a base character and will need to clear the inclusion of other characters with a mod to ensure we don’t have, Toga for example, in everyone’s piece. It’s just to keep track of the character diversity in the zine.

Characters from the entire Paranormal Liberation Front will be included in the zine

Characters will be assigned based on the quality of pitch delivered to their respective mods (Art mod, or Writing mod for Illustration/Merch, or Writing respectively).

Contributor REQs Show us your best art/style that you plan to use for the zine. We have a preference to see good art and writing rather than BnHA pieces. We are judging strictly on your skills as an artist!

Illustrators

We’re looking for an understanding of anatomy and design principles. Things like composition, color, perspective, hierarchy, rhythm. The application itself will ask for a medium portfolio 7-15 pieces. This can be a google drive folder, or a personal website etc. (just not a cluttered social media). Literal backgrounds are not required; however, we are still looking at your backgrounds and compositions. We’re looking for how a piece works altogether. That being said, pieces with backgrounds have higher potential as it allows detail, setting, and perspective. Please note, we love a contributor who can follow directions on 7-15 pieces.

Merch

We’re looking for similar things to the illustrators, but obviously designed for merch. If you want to make charms show us what you can do as a charm. If you want to make buttons, show us your button designs. Ideally 10+ designs, but more is welcome in your portfolio.

Writers

We’re looking for contributors with solid characterization, grammar, wordflow, and know how to convey a mood. We will be asking for three writing examples of 1k-3k. You may also include a portfolio if you so desire. Portfolios may be a direct link to your Archive of our Own account or hosted on google drive, caard, wix, or another similar website. Please do not give us a link to a tumblr tag. Examples do not need to be BNHA, but they cannot be NSFW. Show us fics similar to what you want to write for the zine. Please remember that for the zine itself, we want your pieces to feel like a form of power propaganda!

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mellicose · 7 years

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That Woman Over There - Chapter 11

A You Me and Him Fix-it Fic

Rating: teen, for some strong language and physicality

Word count: 4013

Warnings: some sexuality

Summary: ~ Set after the birth of Monty, Olivia’s baby ~ A dear friend of Olivia comes to visit for a week, and she disturbs the fragile peace between her, Alex, and John.

They listened to pop songs and held hands on the way back. Sophie B. Hawkins moaned about wanting to be someone’s lover.

“This song was so naughty back in the day,” she said, giggling.

“It’s naughty now,” he said, kissing her hand.

“I never heard anything quite like it,” she said. “Olivia thought it was too saucy, but it grew on her.”

“I’m sure it did,” he said. “When did you know you were attracted to women?”

She gave him a long look, wondering whether it would spoil the mood. She didn’t want think about anyone else but him. But she also wanted to be honest.

“Since forever. Since I wondered why my heart raced a bit too much when I spent time with a girl friend in elementary school. But it also happened with a boy or two, so I didn’t think it was strange until later.”

“When later?” he asked. He kept his eyes on the road, but his hand was warm and firm in hers.

“Middle school maybe. It was a difficult time, like I’ve said before,” she said.

“Was Olivia your first?” he said.

“You are frank,” she said.

“I’m John,” he said. “And you don’t have to answer.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I kinda adored her from the first time she was introduced in my English class. When I found out her exchange family lived a few houses down, I made sure to be on my stoop just in case she walked by, and soon I realized she walked by lot. She did a lot of solitary exploring before me.” He snorted. “Shut up,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Please continue.”

“Anyway, eventually, I brought my boombox out to blast sexy tunes when she walked by. She just looked irritated. But I finally got the courage to talk to her before it got too cold to sit on the stoop. And I’m so happy I did.”

“When did you have your first boyfriend?” he asked they turned into his driveway. He ran around to open her door.

“That story’s a bit more complicated,” she said. He opened the door. His house was dark and smelled of sandalwood. It was inviting. He flipped on the kitchen light and walked to his liquor cabinet. “I’ve also got limoncello, tequila, and a whole bottle of crème de menthe that someone inexplicably brought to my divorce party.”

“Eww. I despise mint in food and drink. I’ll stick with vodka.”

“So you’ve never had a mint julep while watching the Kentucky Derby with your posh art friends?” he said, pouring her a couple fingers over an ice cube.

“My life isn’t the plot of Pretty Woman,” she said, taking the drink. “For more reasons than one.”

“That was just polo in the film. I’m talking about horse racing,” he said, and winked at her. “You are very pretty though, and very much a woman.” He grabbed her hips and helped her onto the counter. She looked at his empty hands.

“You gonna have a drink?” she said.

“Wine,” he said, and went to pour himself some red into a tumbler.

“You were at complicated earlier,” he said, walking back. He leaned close beside her.

“Yeah. I didn’t really get along with my college roommate,” she said. “But we were both queer and weird, so they stuck us together.”

“What did you study at uni?” he asked.

“Biology,” she said.

“Really? I don’t know why I assumed you went to art school,” he said. “Did you like it?”

“I love science. It’s how I became a flower artist. We had to do a semester of horticulture - you know, plant biology. And I fell in love. The rare and delicate beauty of nature is the highest art.”

“And you don’t feel a bit guilty for using so many flowers for your installations?”

“Says the chop-happy woodsman,” she said. “Do you feel guilty for using wood to make your pieces?”

“They’re hardly art,” he said bashfully. “I make furniture, and the occasional cabinet.”

“They’re beautiful, and far more long lasting,” she said, and took a burning sip of liquor.

“Thanks,” he said. “But, do you?”

“Sometimes,” she conceded. “Ella’s comment just rubbed salt on the wound. But my work has inspired many benefactors to open conservatories and community gardens, and to donate to ecological causes. It balances out, I think.”

“We can’t help but to want to consume beauty,” he said, giving her a hungry look. “It’s in our nature as humans.” He moved so his hips were between her knees. “But if we give as much as we take, it’s okay, right?”

He plucked the glass from her hand and leaned in for a kiss. She melted into him, wriggling out to wrap her legs around him. Despite the fact they were now completely alone, his kisses were unhurried. He rubbed her back, hugged her tight as he did it. She felt surrounded by warmth.

He broke it and took a sip of wine. “Your roommate was queer and weird,” he said.

She pulled up his shirt and touched the silky skin of his waist.

“Right. He had this bicurious friend he messed around with sometimes - a nerdy, sweet type - and one day, during a party, someone suggested spin the bottle -”

“-Good times,” he said.

“And on my turn, the bottle stopped on him.”

“What’s complicated about that?” he asked.

“We kissed, and it was nice. Really nice. Eye-openingly nice.”

“So? You got together?”

“My roommate, who had sworn that they were just friends with benefits, suddenly realized that he had feelings for him, and it was gay dramatic mess. The end.”

“So you broke up to give your roommate the warm fuzzies?” he said, scratching his head. He wasn’t a bigot, but the way people could just mix and match it fascinated him. He felt boringly straight in comparison, but he was trying.

“It was really strange. The whole thing. I knew I liked men, but it was the first time I, uh…” color actually rose on her cheeks.

“You are insufferably lovely,” he said, and kissed her. Her hands turned to fists on his shirt as his mouth traveled down the line of her jaw and to her neck. Her skin was faintly salty, and it made his mouth water for more. The soft pressure of her breasts against him made his hands move up her sides to touch-

She grabbed his wrists. “Wait,” she said. Her breath was quick, and she looked luminous in the gold light.

“What are your middle and last names?” she said, out of nowhere.

“Full name is John William Helm,” he said. He noticed that she didn’t move his hands, but held them on her ribcage, where he could feel her heart. “Yours?”

“Encarnacion Colombe Blanche de Carballo-Finet,” she said. “Your birthday?”

“That’s a nice mouthful. I’m a fall baby. Born 22 November, 1975.”

“I was born on the Feast of Epiphany. January 6, 1980.”

He smiled. “No wonder your name is Encarnacion!”

She let go of his wrists, and his hands dropped to her thighs.

“Yeah,”’ she said. She kissed the tip of his nose, and caressed his freckled cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, John Helm, née Novembre vingt-deux, mille-neuf-cent soixante-quinze, ” she said. She kissed him softly, sipping his wine-flavored breath. His hands remained on her thighs, but they caressed, then squeezed. Heat radiated from her center and made her toes curl. She had not made love since Ella, despite a few failed dates after the relationship was over. Her thighs twitched against his hips. She pulled him closer. He licked the tender inside of her lip this time, and she parted them, eager to feel it. It slid in her mouth and lightly flicked hers. She kissed him hungrily, massaging it with hers. Arousal rose from her belly up her spine. It was getting harder to control her breathing. His hands traveled up her thighs, his fingers barely grazing her skin. Her legs opened, but he did not go further. She had sucked all the wine from him, so now he just tasted like himself. He was delicious. She whimpered and shifted forward again, pulling his shirt up higher to caress his back. Her fingers settled a scar near his spine. He looked at her. She froze.

“It’s from the last surgery,” he said. “It changed my life.” He guided her hand to another, smaller scar on his ribcage. “The endoscope went in through this one.”

She rubbed the pad of her thumb against the raised skin. It was soft and shiny.

He kissed her forehead gently, but she pulled in him for a passionate kiss. She was desperate now, and her short nails dug into the tender flesh of his waist. His lips moved back to her neck and down, to her clavicle. Again, he licked the salt from her skin. He squeezed her upper thighs. Arousal trickled between her legs. His tongue brushed the hollow of her neck. She grabbed his belt, and felt her way to his belt buckle. When she brushed the tented front of his jeans, he moaned so sweetly she moaned back … but she stopped.

“What’s your favorite color, John?” she said. Her voice was going hoarse with arousal.

She licked her prickle-sore lips in a way that made it hard for him to think. “Um… red. No, purple, I think. Yeah, purple.” Her hand had not moved from where it was. He throbbed against her palm.

“I’ve always loved yellow, daffodil yellow, though I rarely wear it. I don’t have the coloring,” she said. She wanted to rub, but instead she looked at him hungrily.

��That’s bollocks. You’re gorgeous. Wear what you want,” he said, and tried to kiss her again.

She put her hand on his chest and caressed. “What about your favorite food?”

“Steak and mushy peas,” he said. “With lots of butter.” He traced her lips, and whimpered when she lightly licked his fingertip. Her thighs tightened around his hips.

“I love arepas rellenas. It’s this Venezuelan corn cake thing. Especially with chicken and avocado,” she said, and kissed him. Her hands raked his neatly combed hair into a spiky tangle that she loved. She moved his mouth back down to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, and her nipples hardened so quickly it hurt. She wanted to feel his mouth on them. And on the hot flesh of her inner thighs, moving upward-

“Favorite band?” she moaned. His mouth paused on the swell of her breast.

“Not a band. Paul McCartney,” he said. “You?” His warm breath on her skin made her shiver.

“Depeche Mode. I’m a sucker for New Wave,” she said. His mouth dipped lower, then he raised his head.

“Ever seen them in concert?” he said.

“Four times,” she said. “They give great show.”

“So I heard,” he said. He brushed his fingers against her hard nipples through her shirt. She held his hand there, encouraging him to squeeze. They kissed again, but now his hands fondled her breasts restlessly. She guided his hand underneath her shirt, and he pulled down the fabric of her bra to cup her silky flesh. When he dared to tug on her nipple, she arched and cried out. Her arousal roared between her legs. His other hand moved up her inner thigh, past the hem of her skirt-

“I want-”

His phone rang in his pocket. It was a rock song she didn’t quite recognize.

“Fuck!” he said, pulled it out of his pocket. A woman’s name and face flashed on the screen before he swiped the call into voicemail. The woman was young, and beautiful. And the photo was a selfie, much like the one he took on their date earlier. “Sorry about that. Where were we?” He said, putting the phone on the counter. It vibrated with a text that flashed on the screen.

Busy? 💋💦💦💦😈

“Oops. Let me just-” he fumbled to turn the phone off. Her heart dropped in slow motion. As much as she wanted him, she had never been a one-night stand kind of woman. She didn’t want to be selfie woman #26. There was still a lot she didn’t know about him. And she couldn’t risk another despair in her life right now. She didn’t mind complicated, but messy was too much to bear.

He caressed her, but the urgency was gone. He felt it seep out of her when Kelsie texted. Kelsie, who he hadn’t seen nor heard from in months. It was her who had taken that selfie while they had breakfast and saved it on his phone. She hadn’t phoned in so long he forget to delete it. Why was it that all this shit happened now? Those women coming into his house, Mrs Mulligan, and Kelsie. He bet if Connie was a boozehall pickup job, no one would bother him, as they hadn’t for most of his goddamned life. He exhaled his frustration, but he was also tired of apologizing.

She touched his lower lip, but when he dipped his head to kiss, she moved away.

“I think I should go,” she said, and slid off the counter. “It’s late.” She rubbed her lower belly. She was so swollen she ached.

“That was a friend. A really old, distant friend,” he said.

“You don’t have to give me explanations, John. We just met four days ago. You don’t owe me anything.” she said. She opened the back door. When he saw the flash of her holo trainers, his chest ached with emotion.

“It was three days ago. And what if I want to?” he said, and walked to her.

“Want what?” she said. Why did she sound so tired? She wanted to cry, and she didn’t know why. Cry hard, under the shower, where no one would hear and ask her questions that she was afraid to answer truthfully.

“You. To owe you. Explanations. Respect. Affection. All of it.” He was breathless.

“It’s just your blood talking,” she said. Her eyes dropped to the front of his pants, where there was still a bulge.

“I’m a grown man, not some silly uni boy. I can think while hard,” he said. “And I mean it.”

“Don’t you think this is moving a bit fast?” she said. She ripped the words from her fragile, bruised psyche, because she did not want to say them out loud. But they were true.

“It’s moving at the speed it wants to move,” he said, and took her hand. He put it over his heart. Its beating vibrated against her fingertips. He leaned in. “The way you kissed me. I’ve never-”

She moved her hand away. “I think I need some time to get my thoughts together. Could you give me that?”

He nodded, but the look in his eyes made her want to wrestle him to the grass and cover him with kisses. She wanted to stay with him. But she was afraid she would spill over, onto his sheets, and then into his hollow places like shadow. She wanted to, so bad it made her tremble. But what did that even mean?

“If that’s what you want,” he said, and kissed the back of her hand. “I’ll be here tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. I had a wonderful time tonight, though. Memorable.” She turned before he saw her weakness, crossed the hedge, and entered Liv’s kitchen. She closed the door quietly, and leaned against it. She tried to control her breathing, but her sighs soon became sobs. She slid down against the door and buried her face in her hands.

Why was she acting like such a baby? Wasn’t she a woman? She could sleep with him, have a nice time, and move on like most adults do every day. Why couldn’t she do it? She sniffled into her forearms. The ghost of sandalwood, of him, made her lip quiver. She had an idea why she felt so strange, but she couldn’t form it into a linear, conscious thought. It was too big, and unwieldy. Barely controllable as it was.

She thought it started at the park, with the full moon, and the piano music. But it went back before that. With the braid, and the pub, the aloe. It might’ve been his stories. Or his patience. Or his sweet smile. Or the fact she wanted to confess everything to him like she would had he been a priest. Why did she feel he would absolve her, and stay?

“Connie?” a soft voice called from the living room. Alex walked into the kitchen, with Monty cradled in her arms.

She stood up quickly and wiped her eyes.

“Hey, Alex. Monty having a late night bottle?” she said. She reached out to turn on the light.

“Keep it off,” Alex said. “Monty was fussy earlier, and we came downstairs not to bother Liv.”

“Oh,” Connie said. How long had she been there? Surely enough to hear her come in.

“Rad kicks,” Alex said, putting the boy down on the sofa and rubbing his belly. He twitched with the sweet sleep on the innocent.

“Thanks. I split my heel like an asshole after dinner. They were a gift from John.”

“Good ol’ John,” she said. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah. It was really nice,” she said, smiling.

“It was my idea, you know,” she said. She wedged a pillow by the baby so he wouldn’t roll off the sofa and walked back to the kitchen.

“It was?” Connie whispered, following her. She opened the fridge and foraged in the leftover party snacks. Her face looked eerie lit by the bone-white light.

“Oh yah,” she said, chewing a bit of salami. “He felt really bad about the boozehounds, and he wanted to show you he wasn’t a twat. He was desperate. It was sweet.”

“He told you about that?” she said.

“He tells me a lot of things,” she said, popping a cube of swiss into her mouth. “And ever since you came to visit, it’s been mostly about you,” she said. “You know, pumping me for information and that.”

“Ah,” she said.

“Obviously, I told him that I didn’t know much except what Olivia mentioned…” she crunched on a baby carrot and closed the fridge. “... but if she loves you, you have to be a top bird.”

“Why does he even care?” she said, then rolled her eyes. She didn’t mean to sound so callous.

“Why does anyone care about anything? I dunno. Ask him.”

She felt like she made Alex upset.

“I think I’m gonna take a quick shower, and go to sleep.” She walked away.

“John’s not what he seems,” Alex said. Connie stopped. “I know he looks a bit like a typical dudebro jerk, but he was kind to me, during one of the hardest, most confusing times of my life. And trust me, I wasn’t kind to him. I used him.”

Connie kicked the shoes off.

“I was so fucking angry at Olivia. I know she loved me, but sometimes it felt like she didn’t listen to me, preferring her own perspective about what I thought. I know now that it was just my own insecurity making me feel that way, but that’s how I felt, then. That she was way too good for the likes of me.”

Connie sat down again.

“She wanted a whole life together, when I didn’t even know what I really wanted to do with mine.” Alex sighed. “I never got to meet Mara, but John was around, being obnoxious and creepy and offering us herbs and to cook us dinner and shit.”

“I see,” Connie said.

“I didn’t grow up in a neighborhood like this. I didn’t realize until later that it’s just what neighbors do. Anyway, Olivia was moving fast. I was already basically living here - way better than squatting with my mate or staying with mum - but I wasn’t there yet. I wasn’t fully ready to do the cohabitation thing. Then she mentioned babies. It scared the shit outta me,” Alex said, and wheezed a chuckle. “I could barely dress and feed myself, and she wanted a kid too? It was frightening. So I told her. But she still went off and inseminated on her own.”

Connie squirmed in her chair.

“I was so scared. Yeah, I’m sure she told you I was furious, but it was the fear that made me go into temporary insanity. I didn’t have a steady job. I couldn’t take care of myself. How could I take care of a little baby, and Olivia? I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. So I did what I always used to do when I was overwhelmed. I went into self-destruct mode. And John was right in my path.” She pointed at the window. His kitchen light was still on.

“He didn’t need to do what he did. And maybe I shouldn’t have let him. But I was terrified. I never showed Olivia, because she was already so miserable. But he saw, and he was so good to me, Connie. And I know it wasn’t only because of the baby. He’s just that sweet. He was lonely, and full of love, and he wanted to lavish it on someone. He doesn’t like to show it, but Mara left him in tatters. Selfish, heartless cunt.”

Connie sighed, but remained silent.

“I don’t blame him for wanting to have a bit of fun after the divorce, but he’s not the lothario he paints himself to be. He’s more emotional than some of my ex-girlfriends,” she chuckled. “He really gets stuck in when he’s besotted.”

“So it happens a lot?” Connie asked. Her tone was neutral.

“You’re the first,” she said casually. Connie’s eyes stung.

“He told you about the boozehounds. Does that kind of thing happen often with him?”

She snorted. “Fuck no. And Liv and I saw it, through the window. He says you were a proper terror with a cricket bat, though. Good on you.”

She lay her head in her arms.

Alex drank from a bottle of water.“Why were you crying earlier?”

“I don’t even know,” Connie said. It was half true.

“But the date went well?”

“It was amazing. He is amazing.”

“When why are you in this kitchen talking to me?”

Connie shrugged, but her eyes filled with tears.

“Olivia and I slept together on the first date,” she said. “We spent hours together - dinner, a movie, then a bar - and I let it go on for her sake, since I already knew I wanted her since we first spoke on the phone. She was irresistible, with her nervous giggle and her constant apologizing. Ugh. So hot.”

Connie chuckled and wiped her eyes. It sounded very familiar.

“I wanted her, but I let her approach me. And she did. The chemistry was there, and I don’t regret a moment. There is no designated time for love. You can’t mark a date on the calendar for it. It either is, or is not.”

“Okay, Yoda,” Connie said.

“Bugger that little green fuck,” she said, smiling. “But you know what I mean.”

“I think I do.”

“Listen, I don’t want to get into your business. But I have to say it, because I love him. John went from being the bane of our lives into my absolute best mate ever. He is a very, very good man. A beautiful soul. And any woman would be lucky to have him. My only fear is he’ll set his heart on the wrong one again. He seems to be a bit of a masochist.”

Her words hit home. Connie rose to wash her overheated face in the sink. Alex’s chair scraped on the tile.

“I’m gonna take the little one up to bed,” she said. She stopped at the kitchen door.

“He’s a good man. I would stake my soul on it,” she said. She walked to the stairs, Monty in her arms. “Don’t hurt him,” she whispered, and disappeared into the darkness.

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