#Epsilon Wave

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 Epsilon Wave in Arrhythmogenic Cardiomyopathy by Luis López-Flores in Journal of Clinical Case Reports Medical Images and Health Sciences

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A 54-year-old woman with hypertension presented to the emergency department after syncope occurred during prolonged standing. On arrival, heart rate and blood pressure were normal. Admission electrocardiogram (Figure 1, A) showed sinus rhythm at 55 bpm, PR 200 ms, a wide QRS complex with morphology of complete right bundle branch block (width 180 ms), with small electrical potentials immediately after the QRS in all leads, more variegated in right precordial leads – findings suggestive of epsilon wave-, and a negative T wave in all precordial leads. A subsequent electrocardiogram (Figure 1, B) also revealed ventricular extrasystoles of two morphologies, with criteria of epicardial origin, and in which the low amplitude component at the end of the QRS was also appreciated. Echocardiography showed severe biventricular systolic dysfunction and right ventricular (RV) apical akinesia. Cardiac magnetic resonance imaging confirmed the findings and further revealed areas of RV dyskinesia and late gadolinium enhancement at the subepicardial level of both ventricles. Coronary angiography showed no coronary lesions. With the diagnosis of arrhythmogenic cardiomyopathy, an implantable cardioverter defibrillator was implanted for primary prevention.

Epsilon wave is a major criterion for the diagnosis of arrhythmogenic cardiomyopathy and reflects a delay in ventricular depolarization due to replacement of myocardial fibbers by fibroadipose tissue. The presence of epsilon waves beyond the right precordial leads is exceptional; however, in patients with left ventricular involvement, the epsilon wave may be recorded in the left and/or inferior leads, as illustrated in this case.

[sporraky]

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[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Frat!Jason Todd who was Vice President of Epsilon Theta Alpha. He had joined the frat when he was a freshmen and even though his rough and tough demeanour suggested otherwise, he was probably one of the most rule-abiding of the frat. But just because he was rule abiding didn’t mean he wasn’t an arrogant little shit

Frat!Jason Todd who began dating you literally a month into freshman year. He waved off your concerns that freshman relationships never lasted and promised then and there in the dining hall that he would put a ring on your finger the moment they threw their caps at graduation

Frat!Jason Todd who knew what he wanted and wasn’t going to let something as simple as ‘not knowing you for long’ get in his way

Frat!Jason Todd who brought you around the frat house so much that you became an integral part. Dick Grayson, the President of Epsilon Theta Alpha, even began to think of you as a sister

Frat!Jason Todd who loved how your relationship grew throughout the years. It didn’t matter if it was freshman year or senior year, he stayed by your side religiously and loved you all the same

Frat!Jason Todd who would get grumpy when he couldn’t see you for a while and everyone in the frat noticed it

Frat!Jason Todd who, for example, stayed at university during winter break freshman year and just pouted and whined the entire time. He called you every day, even though, at that point, you two had only been together a month or two

Frat!Jason Todd who was so relieved when you returned to campus and the next year (and every year after) you would take him home to spend the holidays with you and your family to save yourself from the grumpy boyfriend he would become when separated from you

Frat!Jason Todd who was very proud that your family loved him and he always returned back to the frat ladened with leftovers and sweets

Frat!Jason Todd who was also pretty big on working out. You had been hesitant at first, because of the stereotypical gym bros, but you soon came to appreciate his physique

Frat!Jason Todd who cajoled you into laying either on his back or under him whenever he was doing push ups. If he wanted you to lay on top of him, it was always, “but baby, I need a challenge. Push ups just aren’t doing it anymore. And if I have my darling girlfriend laying on me, then I get snuggles and a workout.” Sometimes, you read while feeling his muscles bend and contract underneath you as he worked, but other times you just held on and pressed lazy kisses to his skin. Whenever he wanted you to lay under him, there was never much complaining from you. You happily laid on the floor and gave him a quick kiss every time he descended. “Love you,” you would mutter and he would grin and reply with his own love

Frat!Jason Todd who also loved to play wrestle. Neither of you ever knew how it would start, but you would find yourself giggling and trying to tackle Jason on the floor. Of course, he would likely let you win, but there were always a couple of times when he would just flip you over and let out a pretend roar before smothering you with kisses

Frat!Jason Todd who didn’t mind that the play wrestling usually ended in hickeys and love bites

Frat!Jason Todd who wasn’t as much of a book nerd as other variants. He maybe was an English minor, but not a major. Whether that was just because he felt as if a frat guy shouldn’t be an English major, or he just preferred his major (pre-law), no one really knew. Jason confessed to you one night, late freshman year, that he wanted to go into law to help those who were growing up like he did. He wanted to fight against big corporations that kept kids confined to Crime Alley and he wanted to fight for the mothers and fathers who were getting swindled out of their homes

Frat!Jason Todd who much preferred to stay up in his room with you then go down to the party raging on the first floor of the frat. It had become a routine: lock the door (you two had learned that the hard way after a wayward couple barged in one time looking for a place to bang. Jason had promptly kicked them out with some well placed swearing and slammed the door behind them), fill the popcorn bowl, and settle in with a movie

Frat!Jason Todd who, however, every once in a while, would venture downstairs with you under his arm and indulge in a little partying. He would pour you a tiny amount of alcohol into a cup if you wished, but never drank a drop himself. Even if he was part of a frat, he was still the same Jason with the brutal memories of parents who hit or screamed when inflicted by alcohol. That didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy a bit of beer or wine in private with you, but he wanted to stay vigilant around others who were drunk

Frat!Jason Todd who’s favourite thing to do at parties was dance. More specifically, watch you dance. He would stay right next to you, holding your hands or your hips as you sang along to the music. His eyes would never leave you, trailing up and down your body along with his hands. Another activity he liked whenever there was a party was to crowd you into a corner, arms braced by your head and just make out. He loved that bit of voyeurism, but would never take it farther than kisses when it came to you. He was incredibly protective and didn’t want to share you with anyone else

Frat!Jason Todd who was a very inconsistent lover. Let’s explain: he clearly loved you a lot and had told you a million times over. He wanted to pleasure you as such, so sometimes he took his sweet time with you that left you very impatient. Other times, however, he saw a guy checking you out and couldn’t help but bruise your hips as his slammed his own into you later that night

Frat!Jason Todd who, nonetheless, expressed his love in any way he could. Unbeknownst to you, he had bought a ring over the summer of sophomore and junior year and kept it locked in the top drawer of his nightstand

Frat!Jason Todd who, true to his promise, instead of throwing his cap at graduation, had found you in the crowd and immediately got down on one knee

Frat!Jason Todd who was crying when you said yes

[auraworkshop]

Enter

VOID IN 3 SECONDS

But Aura Is it really possible to enter the void in seconds ?

- Yes, it is possible to enter the void state in seconds. The key is to remain focused and to not let any thoughts or emotions distract you from your goal. You must be determined and committed to entering the void, even if it takes a while. The void state is always accessible and you can reach it easily once you have the right mentality.

Okay so how do I do it ?

- I have a method for you called "The Three second Method" which I found on Pinterest.

STEP 1 : Lay down in your comfort position.

STEP 2 : Put on a void sub.

My recommendations -

• My void sub , another one

• Slade's epsilon waves void sub

• Void sub by iwiigi

STEP 3 : Count to 3, saying affirmations after each number whilst focusing on your breath.

STEP 4 : Make sure to repeat that you will enter on the count of 3, the key to this method is belief.

STEP 5 : You may fall asleep affirming and you should wake up in the void.

you may feel tingling sensation, weightlessness, sinking, tching etc, or you may not, but either way you'll enter.

This method is for those who are incredibly impatient ! 🤍

[salemlunaa]

❦ TAPPING INTO THE VOID BUT YOU ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP?

It’s okay sleepyhead, we’ve all been there…

so a lot of people talk to me about the fact that they are trying to tap into the void/“I AM” but they will get super uncomfortable or just fall asleep trying. Then it cuts to them waking up pissed off and upset that they are still in their shitty realities. I feel like so many people have this issue but no one really speaks about it, and to get most blogs to give advice about this specific topic, a lot of the time you have to ask them directly by dming or asking. i’ve also had this problem and let me tell you it’s one: frustrating as hell to deal with and two: no one really speaks about this problem. Here, we talk a lot about giving up, getting too scared at the last second but we never talk about dozing off.

but never fear, sai is here!!

If you are struggling with this i want you to know that as frustrating as it is, it’s so easy to get out of this rut. I would highly recommend starting earlier, i personally love SATS as do many people in the community, but be honest with yourself love, if you see yourself sleeping off i recommend starting earlier than the state right before you sleep as you will have more control of your body.

I also want you guys to try sleeping to waves, whether it be alpha, epsilon, delta and whatever, fall asleep to waves, repeating “I AM” until you doze off. And i know it may be hard for your mind to stick to it but you can, i KNOW you can

you can even try entering during the day, and no it doesn’t always have to be at night because you’re a god and don’t need to be a slave to “time”. you can enter perfectly during the day and it’s just as easy as doing it in the night, don’t let limiting beliefs be the death of you. You can even use the day to affirm that when you sleep you immediately tap into the void/“I AM”, because you are a god, it will become fact when you decide.

I also need you guys to flip your thoughts, and you’ve probably heard this a thousand and one times so i will allow an eye roll just this once, BUT it’s actually something you need to do, don’t tell me “i get it, sai!!” and then come back after another day gone, don’t go around a cycle. I need you to live in the reality in which you are a master of the void and you have never slept off before. I’m gonna say this until i die but the law of assumption is a LAW not belief or superstition A LAW, meaning it can never, ever, ever fail. like ever. If you stand firm in the fact that you don’t have this problem and you are so powerful that there isn’t any time for sleeping, your reality will reflect that 110%

“i fell asleep again even though i told myself i was entering today”

“i hate myself omg i slept off AGAIN”

“i’m such a failure”

SHUT UP, SERIOUSLY? like do i seriously need to remind you who YOU ARE?

“i am a master at the void, failure simply doesn’t exist to me”

“i tap into the void/“I AM” so fast that i don’t even have time to sleep”

“i’m a god and i’ve decided the void always goes well for me”

You can do it, i dont think so, i KNOW it, for a fact, because you’re a god and i’ll be damned if you give up on everything because your body keeps dozing off.

YOU DONT FALL ASLEEP. YOU GET IN INSTANTLY. FLIP YOUR THOUGHTS, SLEEPYHEAD, AND YOULL FIND THAT YOUR DREAM LIFE ISNT FAR… 💋💞

[malevoreenthusiast]

Gulping on the Green

Hello! I apologize for being MIA for so long. I'm happy to report that midterm season went well though! I'm quite happy with this story, so I hope you enjoy it, too! As always, feedback, requests, ideas---anything is welcome! My DMs and ask box is always open

Clink! The driver sent the golf ball flying out across the open air like a cresting wave. The brilliant blue sky opened up to a golden, radiating sun. Out on the green, the wind was gentle and verdant, and the feeling was genial. The four guys stood together uniformly with hands shielding their eyes from sunlight like statues of Greek gods. The Sunday heat was only worsened by the cloudless sky, but the brothers had been itching to golf for the past several weeks after a tumultuous season of midterms and storms. Finally, on a day as tranquil as this one, they made the trip out to the green and have been matching par on each hole.

“Nice!” Kristian pumped his fist after glimpsing where his ball had landed. He was a pledge for the frat this spring semester (an odd occurrence, but, considering what had happened in the fall, Sigma Alpha Epsilon needed new pledges desperately) and his joyful exuberance was always great to have around. He turned to Griffin, the only other pledge in this group of four and high-fived him with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

“Nice, nice,” Blake conceded, giving a faux golf-clap to his pledge, “but how about we make ourselves a little bet? Whoever has the best score at the end of the game needs to pay for the others’ lunch. Let’s do this in pairs. You two guys will be together,” Blake nodded at Kristian and Griffin, “and Josh and I will be the other set,” Blake wrenched his arm around Josh’s shoulder, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, listening in on the conversation.

“Ah, sweet!” Kristian, ever the optimist, cheered, “you’re on! Alright, Griffin, we got this bro!” Griffin and Kristian looked suitably fired up, and their eagerness spilled out and went right into Blake.

“But we should warn you two,” Blake smirked, “Josh and I are big eaters, especially Josh here. You should’ve seen him: last semester—”

Josh stamped his heel onto Blake’s toes with all of his force and cleared his throat. Blake was much more extroverted than Josh, and as such, he was willing to part with information that Josh preferred to keep close to his chest. “What Blake means to say,” Josh shot a warning glance at his brother and best friend, “is may the best men win.” The shorter frat bro smiled warmly and gestured for Griffin to make his tee shot while grinding his shoe into Blakes’, dyeing it green with the wet turf from the morning dew. Watching the two pledges turn around and make their shot, Josh whispered just below his breath, “Dude, don’t even joke about that. I’m not even allowed to be alone near pledges this semester after what happened in the fall. The only reason they’re allowing it now is that you’re here ‘supervising’ me,” Josh said in air quotes.

Blake giggled and brought Josh in closer to ruffle his hair. “You worry too much, bro. It’ll be fine! These guys are good, so we’ll probably owe them lunch anyway,” Blake snorted, letting Josh go.

Josh grumbled in agreement, hoping that Blake wasn’t planning anything serious. He thought back to the genesis of all of his nervousness–fall semester, Halloween night. He placed a hand on his flat six-pack, making sure he didn’t already make the same mistake again. Absentmindedly watching the golf game play out, Josh recalled the events of the previous holiday.

SAE was throwing on Halloween night, and, as one of the best party dorms on campus, all of the brothers and pledges alike were buzzing with excitement. At around six that night, Josh was pregaming alone in his room, getting the tiredness to flee from his eyes like a receding tide. As is typical for the average frat guy like Josh, he overdid it a little bit. The jock hadn’t eaten that day, and he was on his ninth beer. Belching lazily, Josh threw the can onto the floor after missing the recycling bin, and he looked up to see one of his favorite pledges, John, enter his room. John was a handsome guy, with broad shoulders and a big heart, which is why Josh wasn’t surprised when he drunkenly bent the pledge over his bathroom counter and pumped into him four big, steaming loads. What was surprising to Josh however, was how primally he wanted John. After bloating the pledge’s stomach out with an inordinate amount of cum, Josh began to eagerly and impenitently swallow John whole, feeling the blonde kid’s body bulge out his stomach excessively. Josh, with judgment impaired and wanting to relive that state of fulfillment, found Enrique. Just like with the previous pledge, Josh bent him over (crushing him with a very active and squirming belly), came in him several times, and swallowed the poor pledge whole, making his obscene, behemoth gut grow even larger. Beyond that, Josh started to drink even more, wanting to feel a deeper buzz with all the “food” he now had to soak up the alcohol.

The rest of the details are pretty hazy to Josh, but Blake told him that Josh woke up in the living room at around midnight to all of his brothers rubbing Josh’s engorged, massive, stretched gut to help him digest the evidence. Josh spent the night drunkenly moaning for his brothers to rub harder as he slowly belched up various skulls and discarded wallets and phones of all 16 pledges. Because of Josh, they had to cancel the biggest party of the year. Worse yet, they weren’t able to admit a single new pledge that semester because they had all been digested and processed by one insatiably greedy frat member. With an immense amount of guilt, Josh kept all of the wallets and IDs of the pledges he had gulped down that night in a drawer near his bed, as a sort of memento. He was proud of himself for certain, but he also felt quite guilty at what had happened that night. Lost in thought and hardly paying attention to the game, Josh’s tight abs growled loudly, making the turf vibrate beneath them. Thinking about that night always made him hungry. He was suddenly snapped back into reality when Blake punched his shoulder jokingly.

“And… looks like we won!”

Josh froze. Looking around at Kristian and Griffin, who now wore a doleful look on their handsome faces, Josh’s stomach growled again. He knew he wanted this, and he hated himself for wanting it so bad. Blake wore a knowing smirk, rubbing his own hungry stomach and nodding to Josh. He didn’t even realize he had played, much less finished the game. Wiping away a trail of drool that had formed as he was reminiscing, Josh asked to see the score sheet. Scanning it intently, Blake had scored under par almost every single hole, playing out of his mind. 

The much hungrier and handsomer Tiger Woods exclaimed to the pledges, “Alright! I am hungry. Griffin, you’re with me.”

Josh sighed audibly. This was Blake’s plan from the start: score a nice big lunch off of these two unassuming pledges and force Josh to participate. Josh couldn’t say he didn’t want this. In fact, his stomach was almost growling non-stop, begging, pleading for Kristian to dissolve within his slimy, digestive folds. Still though, Josh had self-imposed a rule (and he’d been threatened by the president) that if any more pledges went missing because of him, he’d leave the frat. 

Still though, it's not like Kristian would be okay with Blake unhinging his jaw and gulping down his buddy like a snake—and that’s what Josh was for: taking care of Kristian. Being his best friend, Blake knew Josh wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got the thought in his mind, and the charmer was using that against him.

Before Blake even got up to Griffin, Josh approached Kristian with hunger and gluttony driving his every motion, “Hey, sorry man.”

“Aw, don’t worry bro!” Kristian beamed with his beautiful round eyes and pearly smile. “I’m happy to help my future brothers with a meal anytime!”

Josh silently corrected him: for the last time. But looking up at the 6 foot 3 muscle behemoth, Josh noted that, despite his hair being brown, Kristian looked an awful lot like John, his first prey on Halloween night. That connection unleashed his shackled gluttony, prompting the jock to open wide and pull Kristian’s head into his dark, moist cavern he called a mouth. His handsome face tasted like a steak cooked to perfection, and the prey’s sweat that beaded his forehead provided a delectable seasoning that orchestrated a symphony of flavor blooming throughout the predator’s taste buds.

“Josh? What the fu—” Griffin was shortly cut off as Blake followed Josh’s lead, stretching his pink lips around Griffin’s head. Taking a desire-soaked gulp almost instantly, Blake bunched the pledge’s shoulders into his mouth and allowed his throat to expand and contract as it coaxed in the smaller man.

Both frat boys sucked and drooled over their meals in the hot open course, which was thankfully empty that afternoon. Josh found little difficulty swallowing down Kristian’s massive biceps, which were about the size of his thighs. The poor soul was so shocked that he hardly even struggled within Josh’s experienced, mile-long throat. Sucking in a bunch of air all at once, Josh opened his throat and practically vacuumed Kristian’s entire upper half down in one fell swoop. What could he say? Kristian was delicious, and Josh was hungry. If you think about it, this was really Blake’s fault for spurring him on. 

Quickly, Josh’s six pack gave way to a round, curving belly that pressed on the fabric of his polo. Feeling the man get deposited into his stomach chamber was something akin to heaven for the frat boy, and he gave his belly a gentle, loving caress as it grew outward more and more. Glancing over to Blake, who was slobbering over Griffin’s ample pecs through his shirt, Josh wondered idly how Griffin would taste before suctioning down Kristian’s bubbly ass into his awaiting gullet…

Blake returned Josh’s gaze, staring at him with alarm. The pair had eaten guys together before, but he’d never seen Josh devour someone so big this quickly before. Clearly his priming had worked wonders. To rub it in his face, Blake took a deep, slow gulp, moaning at Griffin’s exquisite flavor, signaling to his partner that Griffin probably tasted better than Kristian even. Blake rubbed his growing belly, barely feeling the indentations of his fading six-pack.  He moaned and groaned for at least half a minute more, gloating over Josh his self control and ability to savor his meals. Just as Blake was about to swallow up Griffin’s waist and begin working on the pledge’s lower half, he felt a tugging sensation, as if something was yanking Griffin out of his stomach. Confused, Blake opened his eyes.

His greedy, pledge-devouring friend had positioned his lips around Griffin’s ankles, staring directly at  Blake as if to challenge him.

“Mmph–!” Blake grunted, astounded and incredulous at how far Josh would go to fill his belly.

“Mmph,” Josh responded, swallowing Griffin up to his knees. His dead-panned look gave the impression that no matter what Blake wanted, Josh was going to have both of these pledges stewing away inside of his belly by evening.

Blake, completely shocked by his best-bro’s audacity, tried to gulp more of Griffin down in defiance; however, Josh beat him to it, sucking out Griffin’s lower abdomen and gulping down his thighs. Griffin was stretched between the two predators like a laffy-taffy, entirely soaked in saliva and desperately being fought over on either end. Blake tried to get closer to forcefully pull more of Griffin in his maw, but Josh’s belly, outward and protruding like a giant exercise ball and full of Kristian, prevented him from getting closer, letting Josh sneak in another meaty gulp. His throat echoed the cacophonous noise, letting the sound of Griffin’s legs slide past his lips and begin engulfing the prey’s torso.

By now, Blake’s stomach was entirely empty, much to his disappointment. It seems that his plan had backfired, and now Josh had gotten two meals instead of just one, while Blake had gotten zero. He thought of protesting more or at least trying to make Josh work for his second helping of pledge, but he knew that contesting Josh in a battle of predation was a fruitless endeavor. He was the guy who cancelled Halloween, after all. Since knowing the guy, Josh had always been the number one predator, and he’s only widened that gap by devouring any potential second places, making Josh, in Blake’s eyes, the best predator he’s ever seen or heard of. To try and go against that would be ludicrous. 

Watching dejectedly, Blake slowly let Griffin out of his throat and get funneled directly into his best friends’. Josh looked happy as a clam, and Blake began to rub his friend’s belly as loud gulping and moaning erupted from the predator like it was his birthday. The jock’s stomach grew even bigger, surpassing behemoth proportions. Blake sighed sadly as Griffin’s feet slid past Josh’s lips. His friend groaned, patted his belly for a moment, then smiled.

“Dude!” Blake blurted, ready to scold his friend for that slight. “What the fuck?!”

BBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Josh’s low, deep belch ejected Kristian’s golfing gloves right onto Blake’s face, adding insult to injury. Patting his belly, Josh began, “Fuck,” wincing at the pleasure-soaked situation having a full belly gave him. “If you didn’t want that to happen, then why’d you make the—UUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP—make the bet in the first place?”

“Because I thought you could share, greedy ass!”

“How is it my fault that you didn’t plan properly? It’s your fault for making Griffin look so delicious, and God,” Josh patted his engorged stomach, “was he ever.”

“You’re irredeemable.”

BBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — “Sorry bro, but if you wanna join them, they’re gonna be solid for at least a good long while. You could swallow them after I swallow you?”

“You’re still wanting more? How have we remained friends for this long?”

“Because you love meee,” Josh teased, bumping Blake with his writhing mass of a belly. “C’mon. I won’t digest you; I swear on our letters.”

That piqued Blake’s interest. He knew Josh was being serious when he said that. Blake looked down at his painfully-flat abdomen. He hadn’t eaten that morning because he had planned exclusively around getting Griffin to himself. This sudden prospect of getting both Kristian and Griffin was definitely worth considering… 

Josh's belly gurgled, letting out grotesquely loud squelching and bubbling noises as it got used to accommodating two living meals. Watching his gluttonous friend rub contentedly over his enormous gut, Blake nodded, acknowledging that he wanted that for himself.

“Alright bro, you’re on,” Blake paused as Josh pumped his fist, “but you swore on our letters. No going back.”

“Of course, Blake. You’re my best man. You’re not food to me.” As heartwarming as that was, Josh’s belly grumbled, politely asking Blake to crawl in.

Shaking his head and ready for a meal, Blake put both hands on Josh’s tummy and leaned forward, waiting for Josh to take him in. Josh followed suit, letting his hot, pledge-smelling breath encase Blake. With a quick, happy-sounding glomp, Blake began his descent into Josh’s awaiting belly.

Unlike the other two, Josh took his time with Blake, letting his best friend know how good he tasted. The brother’s arms were pinned to his side, and his broad shoulders got covered in a layer of saliva to help lubricate him on his way down. Blake shuddered, unaware how scary it was to get swallowed whole by a predator. He thought back to the plenty of times he and Josh had done this exact thing, except the prey knew they were never getting out. Josh’s throat hugged Blake’s muscular body with need. Josh’s brain knew Blake wasn’t food, but the rest of his body clearly didn’t and treated him as such.

On the outside, Josh’s tongue roamed over Blake’s torso, slowly lapping up all of the flavor he could siphon from his friend’s tanned skin. Josh had been thinking about this moment for years, and to think something like this would happen so suddenly was like a waking-dream. Widening his jaw around Blake’s hips, Josh let the rest of his friend slowly slide in his belly. The jock’s hands roamed the thrice-stretched skin with pleasure. He could already feel the frenetic squirming in his belly, telling him that Blake had already begun indulging in Josh’s prey. The greedy frat bro patted his gut as if to give his brother his blessing to devour the contents of his belly. Big, hefty sloshes echoed in the heated atmosphere as Josh finished off Blake happily. His titanic gut was always happiest when digesting extra-squirmy meals.

Gulping down Blake’s feet (and taking off his trampled gold-shoes), Josh finished off his third meal of the day and maneuvered himself into the golf cart to carry the four boys home. The ride was quite bumpy, causing Josh to belch time and time again as he got into Blake’s car and turned on the ignition. He had gotten a strange look from the valet when asking for his keys, but overall, he had little trouble getting back home. Since it was a sunday afternoon, most everyone was out studying or hanging out with friends, so the frat house was thankfully very empty.

Waddling up to his room whilst cradling his gurgling, noisy belly, Josh plopped himself onto Blake’s bed and let the food coma take him away into dreamland.

Blake woke up to a clattering sound coming from his bathroom and a darkness from everywhere except the doorway. He was on his bed, but his skin felt somewhat sticky. Looking down at his heavily bloated belly, which no longer showed any signs of movement or life, Blake licked his lips and remembered what happened with a fondness that rarely people get the pleasure of experiencing. Walking out from the bathroom, a naked Josh’s silhouette appeared like an angel.

“Hey there, stud,” Josh teased, glancing down at Blake’s morning wood.

“Shut up,” Blake retorted, belching lazily.

Josh walked up and positioned himself above Blake, with his head directly above the small dome of his friend’s belly. “God, I felt so empty when I let you out. You made quick work of these guys, you know? You’re so greedy,” Josh complained.

“You’re one to talk—mmph!” Blake was cut off as Josh put a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a smile.

Josh poked Blake’s belly, listening to the sloshes and gurgles it elicited. The two were definitely fully digested by now. The clock on Blake’s bedside table read 1:21 AM, but somewhere along the lines, Blake must’ve woken up and belched out the guys’ IDs and golf clothes, judging by the slew of items on the floor. His own polo and khaki shorts were laying out on his desk chair, albeit a bit wrinkled and wet looking. Josh caught him looking there and coughed awkwardly.

“I tried burping them out so you wouldn’t have to buy a new outfit. There’s only a few holes,” the brother blushed.

“Thanks bro,” Blake belched.

Josh huffed and pressed his face into the soft warm flesh of Blake’s belly, letting himself sink into the squishy gut that usually held a set of rigid abs. Bringing his hands up, Josh rubs Blake’s belly slowly and methodically, helping Blake’s morning wood rise even higher and leaking out several drops of precum. Josh raised an eyebrow and turned himself so he was resting parallel to Blake. 

With a hand caressing his brother’s belly, Josh mentioned, “Oh yeah, Michael came in here earlier.” Blake turned his head at the sudden mention of their frat’s president. “He told me to say that he’ll let this slide as I wasn’t the one who had the belly-full-of-pledge this time, but we seriously need to stop. And I’m a bad influence on you.”

Blake laughed and laced his fingers behind his head. Watching Josh rub his noisy belly process the last of its meal certainly was a bad influence. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Looking down, Blake noticed Josh’s cock also at full mast. Without a word, Blake leaned down and began to pump it slowly and methodically, hearing his best friend whimper and moan at his touch. Blake chuckled before moaning himself, feeling Josh grab hold of his own dick and begin stroking it slowly.

The two, after one of the most intense climaxes of their lives from just a handjob, fell asleep together, getting rest before planning out how to fit more delicious pledges—and maybe their president—into both of their greedy, noisy, hungry bellies.

[a-roses-wondrous-rain]

Valentine’s Day special!!

Pairings (all x Reader) : Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Arlecchino, Capitano, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Columbina, Tighnari, Navia, Yae Miko

Mainly fluffy, no actual Dottore content sadly it’s all his segments, Baizhu uses a cane, Arlecchino calls you ‘My bunny,’ Capitano is called Thrain, a little bit of a graphic depiction of Capitano’s rotting, Scaramouche takes you hunting, no established relationship with Tighnari, Yae Miko is just called Miko, I understand that shrine maidens don’t usually have relationships but it’s for the sake of the plot

~ Dottore ~

Ah, Valentine’s Day. As excited as you were, you didn’t expect much from your spouse. He didn’t quite celebrate romantic occasions, and you were lucky to get a ‘happy anniversary’ out of him… and as you suspected, he was working the day of. But lucky for you, his clones adored you. Omicron walked up and grabbed your hand. You didn’t even have time to react, “hey- where are we going??” “The others and I have set up something for you, now come along.” You quietly huffed, but complied and kept up.

Omicron opened a door, and inside were six other segments, all chattering and holding different things. You could hear Webttore snap at Iota, “shut up, they’re c- hey..!” His face flushed, and he quieted down quickly. As your eyes fell on all of them, holding flowers and candies awkwardly, Omicron spoke up. “We know you enjoy this holiday, so we all got together to do this. Since, y’know, Prime would probably forget or would work through today…” All of the segments gave little mumbles of ‘that’s why.’ Epsilon walked up first, handing you a little container of candied ajilenakh nuts. “I had to dig out the old recipe for this one.” They looked good. Omega and Delta walked up, holding a tiny box of chocolates and a card respectively. They shoved each other, earning a giggle from you.

They all handed over their gifts, all some variation of embarrassed or flustered with having to actually try something romantic. But of course, it was to make you happy, so they did it with minimal complaint. By the end, you had boxes of candy and treats, balloons, a plushie bear holding a heart, cards, and one tooth that Webttore snuck into your palm. But now Upsilon, Iota and Delta grabbed you and hoisted you up, much to your confusion, before carrying you off to the big lab couch. They set you down, and all seven of the segments curled up around you in a big fluffy cuddle pile. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Omega mumbled while nuzzling into your neck.

~ Pantalone ~

Peaceful day… it was Valentine’s Day, and you both got to spend a day in. Pantalone made you a small batch of dumplings, which you were both snacking on as you sat between his legs, watching TV. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, holding a half eaten dumpling with chopsticks [the open side up so that good soup wouldn’t spill]. Pantalone was scratching your scalp with one hand, snagging another dumpling from your plate with the other. You gave a mock offended gasp, “how could you take my dumplings? After I worked *so* hard to get a plate of the delicious ones you made?” He let out a playful scoff, “after I worked myself to the bone to make these for you?” “Yes! Because I’m a good spouse and deserve these.” He smiled and kissed your head before taking a bite of his dumpling.

The ads came on and you sighed, muting the TV so you didn’t have to hear the jingle that inevitably got stuck in your head. Pantalone played with your hair, scratching at the base of your scalp in a way that made you feel content. As the annoying ad was over and the next one started playing, the side table phone started ringing. It was a little humorous how it was in time with the cartoon one on TV. Pantalone waved his hand, “if someone’s dying or I’m being robbed, I’m sure they’ll call again.” The phone stopped, and you listened to see if his hypothesis was true. But sure enough, it couldn’t have been that important since there was no second call. “See?” He said with a knowing grin. You tilted your head up, “I suppose it wasn’t important after all.”

The show came back on, and you unmuted it. Pantalone snagged another dumpling, resting his chin on your head as the plot started back up. Today, you had only been interrupted by two people; a segment asking for more funds, and a housekeeper coming in to tidy up the living room [only to be politely redirected to another room]. Pantalone swallowed his bite, “as cliche as it sounds, I do believe the butler did it.” “Right? He’s been shady from the start; ‘I was busy cleaning the bathroom,’ ‘you didn’t see me? My apologies, I was outside having a smoke.’ It feels like he’s just begging to be caught!” Pantalone chuckled as you let out your thoughts on the show. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love. I’m lucky to spend it with you.” Your cheeks went a bit pink, but you smiled and looked up at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too. I love you…”

~ Baizhu ~

You figured you should initiate Valentine’s Day celebrations, knowing Baizhu usually preferred getting you gifts for White Day. So off to the market you go with Changsheng around your arm. “No, not that, Baizhu does not like lots of sweet things.” “Spicy and sweet chocolates? Are you trying to make him upset?” “No, don’t-“ You sighed, “Changsheng, I’ve been with him for a year, I know he occasionally dabbles in light sweet things, I will ask for your help if I need it.” Changsheng let out a little ‘hmph!’ before curling up your arm and around your neck, finally letting you get him a small container of dark chocolates, and gum, and a little baggie of macaroons [even though she can’t taste it, you’re sure she’ll like the coconut texture]. You walked down a bit, looking at cards. You were stuck between two before sighing. “…alright, does he like romantic or funny.” Changsheng finally quit being broody, looking between the two. “Hm… not hyper romantic, but something more sweet. Maybe even a bit lighthearted.” “Thank you…” You set the two cards down, sifting through for something more kind, just a little sappy.

Once you got back to the pharmacy, you bent down to Qiqi’s level, handing her a macaroon. “Here you go, sweetheart. It has coconut. It’s not like coconut milk, but it has coconut still in it!” She took it in her little hands and popped it in her mouth. Qiqi chewed for a bit before holding her hands out. “More…” You handed her the whole bag, hoping she won’t forget about them and let them mold again. You put the card on the counter, rushing to write out an actual message but trying to make it heartfelt. You finished and walked to the back after signing it. Changsheng slithered down your leg and across the floor before wrapping herself around Baizhu. He turned around, “ah! You’re back so soon?” You smiled and handed him the small bag you put everything in, “yes, back so soon. Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” You always adored the way the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled…

He walked over to a nearby chair and set his cane against the desk next to him as he sat down, opening the bag. He pulled out one of the chocolates, “sweetheart, these are-“ “dark chocolate, the way you like. The gum is sugar free but the flavor lasts a while.” Oh, he always felt so giddy when you remembered the way he enjoyed his food, or his layout, or really anything. Baizhu pulled out the card, crossing his legs as he read through it. “You didn’t have to…” You sat at the seat you pulled up to the desk, “but I did. You always work so hard and deserve a day that I can get you treats and love on you even more.” Baizhu popped a chocolate in his mouth, savoring the darker flavor. “I’ll have to spoil you on White Day, you know~” “I’m sure you will, love.”

You two finally got a chance to chat, talking about anything besides work. It was nice and peaceful, and you both snacked on the treats you got. Qiqi ran in after a bit, “Doctor Bai, Doctor Bai, Reader got me… uhh… mini texture cakes…” Qiqi was always so cute when she tried remembering a word… “Macaroons?” “Uhm, yeah, Macaroons… they have a good feeling…” Baizhu looked over at you, “I see you got treats for Qiqi while out at the market today?” “Well of course! She only deserves them after being the best assistant ever~” You pinch Qiqi’s cheek like a loving parent, earning a whine from the little girl. Baizhu chuckled, “well, it seems she enjoyed them. Thank you, qīn’ài de.”

~ Arlecchino ~

Valentine’s Day has arrived. The children were swarming you with crude drawings of you, covered in red and pink hearts. “Happy Valentine’s Day Mx. Reader!” “Happy love day!” “No, no, it’s Valentine’s Day, dummy!” Arlecchino cleared her throat, and all of the children stepped back. Arlecchino towered over you, her beautiful black and red eyes staring into your soul. She grabbed your hand with her cursed one, “children, go prepare your lunches, you can give Reader your artworks later.” Most of the children gave a quick ‘yes, Father,’ type of answer before leaving, allowing Arlecchino her time with you. She held your cheek, thumb swiping over your face.

Arlecchino wordlessly pulled you to your shared bedroom. You thought ‘really, when the children are outside?’ But were quickly proven wrong when she dug through a drawer and pulled out a little box. She held it for a moment before handing it to you, “Happy Valentine’s Day. I understand that this is a sentimental holiday to most, so I enlisted Lyney and Lynette’s help with making jellies and chocolates.” It was a neat box. Not one of those heart shaped ones you buy and then toss, but an actual fancy one. The top slowly slid off, and inside were the aforementioned jellies and chocolates, a card, and a couple photos she snagged of you both.

She crossed her arms, glancing away as if this was a trivial matter. “It isn’t that important, you don’t need to-“ You didn’t even read the card before setting the box down and tightly hugging her. Arlecchino was stunned for a moment, before she rested her hands on your back. You planted a kiss on her cheek before squeezing and letting go, “I don’t even need to try the candies to know they’re good…” A hint of a smile graced Arlecchino’s face; her efforts did not go unnoticed. “I’m glad you at least enjoy the thought of it, my bunny.”

As you popped a chocolate in your mouth, you could hear hushed giggling outside the door. You swallowed the sweet treat before quietly walking over and ripping open the door, making the small group of children listening in yell and laugh as they ran down the hall. Arlecchino sighed, hoping her sappy moment wasn’t overheard, but you couldn’t help but smile at the pitter-patter of small shoes down the hall. You pushed the box to the side, unbuttoning the overcoat Arlecchino wore before pulling her into bed. The poor thing couldn’t help but blush, “My bunny, the children can’t-“ “shh, they can go unsupervised for ten minutes. And plus, they’re mature enough to make good decisions. I want some time with my beautiful husband…”

~ Capitano ~

Thrain was a working man. So, that meant your romantic day started at the training grounds. He stood with his arms crossed, telling soldiers to run across the grounds, do the polearm techniques they were taught, and drop and do 20 pushups, all in two minutes. You held onto Thrain’s arm, your breath precipitating in the icy cold air as you watched his agents run back and forth.

As soon as the slower ones were done, he let out a dismissive grunt. “Good for today. Practice later. You’re all dismissed.” All the soldiers hurriedly grabbed their bags and equipment, rushing away. You pulled on Thrain’s arm, “soooo, dinner at that new Inazuman place tonight~?” Ah, even he couldn’t resist an amused huff. He turned to face you, putting a gloved hand on your cheek. “Yes, we will go at six tonight.” You smiled. He likely would wear a heavy coat with something somewhat fancy underneath, but you’d never see him in a suit. And that was fine, he looked more handsome in his choice clothes anyways.

You spent the afternoon getting ready; taking a shower, brushing your hair, picking a nice outfit, the whole shebang. You even consulted your dear friends Columbina and Signora for your choice in clothes. And Thrain? He looked fantastic; dressed in black clothes with accessories, long black hair loosely braided, and currently only holding his helmet. His face was rotted, with half of his teeth visible through his cheek and his nose almost completely gone. But you couldn’t help but grin like a lovesick puppy. You walked over, grabbed one of his hands, and stood on your toes to plant a kiss on his remaining cheek. “You look fantastic, dearest.”

He huffs and looks away, but you could see the little bit of pink between all the black and blue rot. You hold his hand, pulling him towards the door. “Come on, come on, before the restaurant is out of tables!” Thrain squeezes your hand and follows, grabbing the keys and locking the door as you both walk out [two tasks you completely forgot about].

~ Scaramouche ~

His idea of a ‘day out, completely unrelated to that dumb holiday you mortals celebrate.’ was to go out to hunt. In the freezing cold. At four in the morning. He sat in the makeshift spot in the tree, your breath showing next to him as you pointed out little movements down below. He pointed his rifle at a tall and imposing buck that was looking around, “cover your ears.” You didn’t hesitate, cupping your hands over your ears just as he shot the buck dead. The blood painted the beautiful white snow red, and it dropped. Scaramouche hopped out of the tree, halfheartedly ‘catching’ you once you jumped. He picked up the heavy buck with the strength of an unrealized god. “…you want any help with carrying that..?” “No.” That was classic Scaramouche; never accepting help.

You got the buck back to your warmed campsite, where you started to properly prep it. Scaramouche warmed up some milk over the fire for your both to make cocoa. You glanced at him before looking back to the corpse, “you looked cute while you were focusing and aiming…” His face flushed, and he quickly pulled up his hood. “I was not cute, nor have I ever been.” You set down the knife, “are you blushing? Are you, The Balladeer, Sixth Fatui Harbinger, *blushing?*” He went even redder, “absolutely not! It’s just the cold!” Although it was cold, you knew that wasn’t the reason. “Really. The cold. Not because I called you cute?” “…n-no…”

You couldn’t stop grinning, still prepping the buck. He mixed in the cocoa powder as you bagged up the meat with your portable vacuum sealer. He poured you both mugs, sitting down with a huff to blow off his cocoa. Even though he hated sweet things, this wasn’t too bad. You grabbed your cup and sat next to him, leaning your head against his. “Happy Valentine’s Day..?” “Hmph. You mortals and your useless romantic holidays…” You giggled and took a sip of your drink, knowing that you made him blush over your ‘useless romantic holiday.’

~ Tartaglia ~

Ajax took you back to Morepesok for this year’s Valentine’s Day, and you got bombarded by his siblings. “Mx. Ajax’s joyfriend!” “Hello Mx Ajax’s joyfriend!” “Did you bring us candies too?” Ajax smiled at his little brothers and sister talking to you like you were already apart of the family. They all pulled at your sleeves to try and get your to follow and play with them, but Ajax held your hand to keep you back. “Don’t worry, Reader will spend plenty of time with you three tomorrow. Now go tell mom and dad we’re back, and write a list of aaaaaaall you wanna do.” All three ran off, excited to put together a list of things they wanted to do with you. That bought you two some time. He scooped you up, kissing along your face. You went a little pink, but let him take you back to his room in the house.

He took off his boots, laying down with you still in his arms. “Aren’t they going to notice you and me missing?” “It’ll he fine,” he reassured. You let him curl around you, just wanting some downtime. You could hear the little pitter patter of feet going up and down the stairs, but Ajax just stayed put, content staying with you for the moment. You readjusted so you were laying with your head on his chest. Really, he just looked so beautiful… he cracked open an eye and let out a little hum when he saw you looking at him, “and what’re you looking at?” “Mm… you just look pretty is all.” He wasn’t quite expecting that and instantly flushed, “ah- a-are you sure??” You giggled at seeing how flustered he got, “I’m sure, I’m sure. You just look so nice…”

The next few days were filled with the children vying for your attention and lots of baking and going out with his family, with you making him instantly flustered with compliments in your time away from everyone. But how could you help yourself? It was Valentine’s Day, you felt even more affectionate than usual, and how could you resist teasing and complimenting someone as handsome as Ajax? Especially when he flushed and got all stuttery… it was a good holiday, and you’re glad you can spend Valentine’s Day together with him.

~ Columbina ~

Your sweet angel, who was just a little terrifying… Columbina’s beautiful pink eyes stared at you from the dark vent as you wrote out a card that was meant for her. “…bina..?” She didn’t respond, just opened the vent and gestured for you to come closer. You finished your card with love and held onto it as you stood up. It was a little bit of a tight fit since you weren’t as small as her, but it was dusty and warm. Columbina shuffled down the vents, her ribbons trailing behind her. “Ma columbe, where are we going?” “You’ll see…” she said in that silky voice, crawling a little faster. Turn after turn, you weren’t even sure what part of the palace you were in anymore, but it seemed like Columbina knew her way around.

Finally, she stopped. Peeking behind her, you could see that you both ended up in a decent sized closet with a giant nest made out of your stolen clothes, stowed away snacks, and dim lights. Columbina crawled out and curled up in the nest, patting the spot next to her for you to come to. You figured it was best to listen, so you handed her the card and sat next to her, to which she pulled you down to be a little spoon. You could hear chattering outside; sounded like a couple of guards, likely just walking outside. Her eyes closed into a relaxed state, and she held onto you tightly.

Really, an uneventful Valentine’s Day; just snuggling in Columbina’s secret hideout. But it was good, and you were spending time with the… eldritch angel you loved most. Her head wings rested against the sides of your head, and it felt fluffy and warm. “Mm… I love you, bina…” “I love you too, my dearest.”

~ Tighnari ~

You two were working in the kitchen together; Tighnari mixing the sugar into the melted butter and chocolate, and you preparing the molds for them to go in. Tighnari was mindlessly chattering about how the ingredients were gathered, and you making room in the freezer. “And the cacao pods were hand harvested by a nearby group, and we traded for them using perfectly ripe starshrooms. I have to say, whoever gets these chocolates will be one lucky person.” “…what..?” …what.” You stared as he stopped mixing. “…they’re for you?” He tilted his head, “what do you mean? I thought you were making this for Valentine’s Day?” You turned to face him, putting your hands together. “Nari, dearest, these are for you.” Tighnari looked confused. “But… I’m not your valentine?” You just looked so disappointed…

“Joonam, when I said ‘do you want to make chocolates on Valentine’s Day together,’ did you not interpret that as me asking you out??” “Obviously not??” You flushed a bit, but couldn’t help but giggle at the situation. “Really? It didn’t once cross your mind?” He went a little red, “well no! You didn’t… ah, never mind, we’re here now…” “sooo you’re saying you’d like to keep this little date going?” “…yes please…” You smiled as you took the bowl out of his flustered hands, pouring the chocolate in the molds. Once they were in the freezer, you dragged Tighnari to the couch and pulled him into your lap.

His ears were pinned back, but his tail was thumping against the couch. “Is there something you wanna tell me~?” “No…” He was so cute; the ever sassy Tighnari, actually flustered over being asked out for Valentine’s Day. How adorable. You pulled him closer, snuggling into his chest. The chocolates could wait until later, you just want to snuggle with him for now.

~ Navia ~

You two were on a picnic by the Weeping Willow of the Lake, which has miraculously grown back to health recently. You laid on the ground, kicking your legs as you snacked on a macaron. It tasted fantastic; truly Navia’s specialty. She had her hat off to the side, gazing out at the scenery as she grabbed another macaron. She looked so pretty; so put together, poised, polite, you could barely put it into words. While she was looking at the landscape, you couldn’t take your eyes off her. She pointed to a somewhat heart shaped tree in the distance, “look at that one! Hehe, it’s like it was meant to be~” You finally took your eyes off your beloved to look at the tree. “Ah, it’s like the forest knew we were coming!” You both got a giggle out of that one. You sat up and moved closer, sitting next to Navia and leaning your head on her shoulder.

Navia turned to look at you, that beautiful smile gracing her lips. She put an arm around you, leaning her head on yours. It was truly a calming moment. In the distance, you could see a little melusine run and dive into the water surrounding the Willow. “Seems like she had places to be,” you said with a laugh. “It appears so~ now, what would you say to finishing these macarons and heading out to go shopping together in the Court?” That sounded like a fantastic idea, so you turned and grabbed the few macarons that were left, handing two to Navia and taking that last one for yourself. She noticed the imbalance and waited for you to finish your macaron. “Here, take a bite and hold it,” she said while holding up another one. Of course, they tasted amazing, so you opened up and took a bite. She leaned in and bit the other half, and you both practically exploded into giggles at the little gesture.

She finished her other macaron, and you packed up the blanket inside the basket. It was a relatively small basket and a thin blanket, so you could shove it into your backpack. You took Navia’s hand in yours and were about to walk off when she stopped you, “ah- wait, turn your head to the side.” You expected there to be crumbs she was going to wipe off, but you quickly flushed when she kissed your cheek and left a little lipstick mark on it. “And the other side now?” You looked like a giddy teenager as you turned your head again, allowing her to give you another kiss. You reached up and planted a kiss on her cheek, unfortunately lipstickless. You both kept walking, occasionally pointing out the beautiful scenery surrounding you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Navia.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet.”

~ Yae Miko ~

Your teasing wife. Today, you woke up by yourself, with supposedly no one by your side. But as you sit up to go make the bed, you see her, in her cute little kitsune form, curled up under the blankets. You smile and scoop her up. Miko woke up, but yawned and curled up against you. You both ended up sleeping in a lot; about four hours past when you expected to wake up. But finally, Miko was back in her human form, and her pretty eyes started opening. You kissed her on the nose once you came to as well, “Happy Valentine’s Day, tsubasa.” Her nose twitched, “and I see you’re as lively as always?” You smiled and sat up, stretching your arms and back. “do I need an excuse? I just want to spoil you today; no work, no shrines, just you and I.” She sat up next to you, “I suppose I’ve earned myself a day off, hm?” “Yes, you have. Now let’s go, and I’ll make fried tofu for breakfast.” You could practically see her naturally droopy ears perk up, “oh? Well that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

She got out of bed first, throwing on a very comfy outfit. You put on plain clothes too, planning to just spend the day in. You headed to the kitchen to fry tofu and make ramen to serve it with, meanwhile Miko just lounged on her chair nearby. “Ah, that smells so good~” You smiled as you flipped it, “I’m glad you think so.” You served it up, and Miko went through her entire bowl [even stealing some out of yours…] After she finished, she got up. You tried peeking over, but she held up a finger; “stay put, I have treats for you.” “Treats? For me?” You playfully grinned as she pulled out a little baggie of homemade sunsettia chews. She handed the bag over, along with a small note basically saying ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.’ It was a lovely gesture. You opened the bag and popped one in your mouth.

She planted a kiss on top of your head, two of her tails running along your back as she moved to sit back down. “Thank you, Miko, they taste fantastic.” Miko smiled, “so it seems my efforts are appreciated after all. Now, what would you say to simply sitting and reading some light novels today?” “That sounds fantastic, dear.” She smiled, all [slightly sharp] teeth as she snagged a bit more of your tofu. You both finished up, then got up to go grab some good romantic books to go through together. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my kitsune.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, kobito.”

[wolfwarrior142]

Oooh thank you!!!

Did I only pick my top 2 fave characters from only my top 2 favorite shows? With one fave character from each show also being very talented with knives and extremely talented hand-to-hand fighters in general? And do all 4 characters have a LOT of trauma?

Maybe so.

Uhhhh @holly-the-tank-main @mongoose-teeth @trans-estinien @chocolatecake47 and whoever else wants to do it idk. I'm mostly tagging people who aren't in the tdp fandom to add some variety, and cuz I bet most everyone in the fandom has already been tagged anyway lol

Thank you for tagging me in this game @klainelynch and @goneadrift !!

Sharing four of my favorite fictional characters, and asking you to vote on which one fits my vibe.

This sounds fun!! I'm curious to see how it plays out👀

tagging @starsinyourskyes @arnieb95 @ac0531 @dinochickrox @artfulstar @little-red-alchemist-of-doom and anyone else who'd like to give it a go!

[sugarcoatedcherry]

i laid on my back, disregarded the 3d and relaxed. i knew that I'm already pure consciousness, and my 3rd is just my past state. now that my eyes are closed, i focused on the back of my eyelids. i wasn't waiting. i knew i was pure consciousness, im not waiting for anything to happen. then i fell asleep and i didn't actually woke up to the void. (i know i shouldn't be saying this and affirm otherwise) do you know why? thank you. and the past days, when i relax and let my thoughts wander, daydream or affirm, then i fell asleep, i don't wake up in the void. i wonder what's wrong. (tho i know i should know im doing everything perfectly). can i be your 🫀 anon?

I have a LOA tip for you. i believe that everytime there's a "failed" attempt, you are not failing at your manifestation, you're failing to become the person who already has their manifestation. and that comes down to this question. who are you identifying as when it comes to void? someone who struggles? someone who finds it hard to get to void? someone who does everything right but still can't enter void? or someone who doesn't have to do shit but enters void whenever they close their eyes?

now I'll give you a non-conscious manifestation tip. before you fall asleep, meditate. practice LD. I have found it much easier to enter the phase state after 4-6 hours as compared to entering while falling asleep. play epsilon or theta waves. it's important to mention you don't need all these.

all that's required is for you to sustain the sweet spot of being between falling asleep and being awake. tether here for as long as you can. this is the secret. meditation helps you achieve this.

have an anchor. anchor is anything that helps you concentrate when you are about to plunge into slumberland. it could be focusing on the blackness, or focusing on your breathing rhythm, or counting numbers. it can also be affirming.

practice this anchor every time you meditate. meditate 2x a day. especially when you catch yourself a bit tired ( eg- after a heavy meal).

while meditating on an anchor, you have to intend to enter void. you have to believe you'll relax and you'll enter void thereafter.

you can be my🫀anon!

[noosphe-re]

Each rock is a wave equation – a complex model of bifurcation and wave formation. The involutions of unstable gestures have made an avatar of mathematical conjecture, and like holograms of time feeling space to predict a future state, each curve in stone foresaw a future boundary state to return its figured sum. But perception, distracted by the rock's baroque designs, may forget the secret forces that framed its final form – the tiny interferences, the micro-instabilities, and the Laplacian quests of flow regimes. Endless habits carved to stone as the tireless sculptor of the manifold weaves its liquid signals into space. Shells may store the sounds of waves, but Taihu stones compile the liquid physics into an alphabet of epsilons and upsilons – the sinusoidal cells of tidal swells and the shapes that sign the lunar paths.

Paul Prudence, Figured Stones: Exploring the Lithic Imaginary

[phoenixblaze1412]

Hello there, i really loved the child!reader x dottore, could i ask for maybe a oneshot (or headcannons) for wholesome moments where reader is happily playing with dottore and his segments or anything to your liking?

Very well^^ I'll also introduce some of the other segments here

Let me introduce the segments, starting from the youngest segment up to Dottore himself.

Kappa, the seven year old segment, would always be your playmate whenever you're done studying. You two could be seen everywhere together. You would teach Kappa some other children games you learned from Childe due to you unable to leave the palace.

Eta, the teen segment, is one who babysits you the most, along with Kappa. He would make sure you don't get hurt whenever you're running around the laboratory. The first time you were introduced to him, he saw you as nothing but an insignificant pest. After taking care of you and getting to know you, he became more like a guard dog and would glare at others who even tried to get a few meters close to you.

Iota, the Akademiya segment, would be one of the segments who would teach you how to read and write, sometimes even solve some equations of your level. He would mostly teach you science and math. He would call you a mutt. It doesn't matter to him if you pout at the nickname he gave you, he would always call you a mutt. Why? You easily obey and listen to everything you were told, even act like a mutt. One time Iota was waving a lollipop in front of you and he would watch you follow the sweet with your hands out. When he told you he wouldn't give you the candy, you gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes that he sighed and gave you the candy.

Epsilon, pre-fatui Dottore segment, is one who would feed you sweets as a reward and would even teach you how to make them. You developed a sweet tooth thanks to him.

Theta, we know him as Webttore, the one who went to Mondstadt with Krupp, is also one of your tutors. He would teach you how to read and write. Him and Zandik (Original Dottore) are the only ones who can understand your handwriting. Would teasingly call you a dumbass because of your clumsiness and stupidity.

Beta, the other Webttore in the webtoon, the one who was annoyed because of the letter received from Mondstadt. He would be your babysitter whenever Eta is busy. Him and Gamma are mostly the troublemakers in the laboratory but they will make sure you don't get harmed from their mischief.

Gamma, one who teaches you anything related to fire. He is known as a pyromaniac that sometimes Zandik has to debate if he should let you under Gamma's care due to his worries that you might get burned. Nothing to fear, Gamma makes sure you're wearing protective gear. One time he singed the tips of your hair that he had to cut it short so there won't be any evidence the others could find. He bribed you with candy if you can manage to lie to Zandik on why you came back to him with short hair.

Zandik, the original Dottore himself, the one who took you in and raised you under his care, would be the last person you would always go to whenever the day ends and night time came. Due to him working in his laboratory overtime, his lack of sleep has been getting worse. The only person he would listen to aside from the Tsaritsa and Pierro is you. You would always make sure he would be sleeping with you, doesn't matter if it's on a couch or on the bed as long as you both slumber peacefully.

The sound of your footsteps could be heard as you walked down the hallways of the palace. You were a bit upset that your father didn't come visit you so you both can sleep. You would usually get nightmares whenever you don't get to sleep with someone holding you. You didn't want to bother the other segments since they were really busy with the project that they were planning to commence on Sumeru. They didn't tell you much details since they said they were 'big words for you to understand'... they didn't know that you understood every word thanks to the dictionary your Uncle Pantalone gifted you.

Letting out a small huff from all the walking, you finally reached your father's office. Standing on your tiptoes and reaching for the doorknob, you were able to open the door and quickly tiptoed inside. You immediately saw your father's figure working on his desk, the sound of his pen writing against paper is the one thing heard throughout the room.

"Papa." you chirped out as you made your way around the desk and laid your head on top of Zandik's knees.

Zandik let out a small hum in reply as he briefly glanced at you before turning his attention back to his documents, his hand making its way to lightly ruffle your hair while his other hand continued to write. You let out a pout when your father didn't even stop with his work.

"It's already close to midnight, Papa. You didn't come to sleep when you told me you were almost done with work. You got to sleep soon! You're gonna look like a panda in my storybooks with your big eyebags!"

Zandik placed his pen down as he looked at you with a raised brow. You were confused at his reaction but was immediately surprised when your face was being squished.

"A panda? Is that how you're going to refer to your father now? Oh, how you wound me, dear. You cheeky little pup." Zandik said as he pulled and pinch at your cheeks with a small grin. You whined as you pulled away from his grasp, holding your swollen cheeks as you playfully glare at your father.

"Are you finished with work now, Papa? Can we go to sleep?"

Zandik glanced at the documents at his desk before returning his attention towards you, letting out a tired sigh as he stood up from his seat before picking you up. He decided to finish the rest tomorrow since if he doesn't sleep then that would mean you wouldn't sleep either, he didn't want to see his own child be cranky in the morning due to the lack of rest.

Letting out a small hum, Zandik laid you both down on the couch in his office, too tired to walk all the way to your bedroom. You laid your head against your father's shoulder and let out a yawn. You felt a hand rub the back of your head as you heard your father humming a small tune your Aunt Columbina sang to you back then. As much as Zandik despised singing, he did admit the tune was able to lull you to sleep.

When he heard your soft snoring, he tried to put you down on the couch but you had a tight grip on his clothes. Zandik let out a sigh as he adjusted his position so that you were asleep in his arms while leaning his head against the couch. A small smile appeared on his face as he watched you sleep in his hold. He found it ironic how an innocent child could sleep so peacefully in the arms of a mad man. Nonetheless, Zandik swore to himself that he wouldn't let you be in danger.

"May your dreams be kind tonight, my dear." Zandik mumbled as he placed a small kiss to your temple and drifted off to sleep as well.

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There's still more segments that are left to be known. Let me know if you guys wanted a part two for it.

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[hannicorpse]

ʚ♡ɞ hopelessly devoted to you : episode seven - fboys

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pairing : frat members yang jungwon x female reader

warnings : smoking, drinking, karina says the word fuck a lot

wc : 2k

preview : jungwon was always known as one of the more persistent members of the epsilon nu frat. so when he ran into you for the first time, he just knew he couldn’t get enough of you. even if you couldn’t be together because of your warring friend groups. but that doesn’t mean they had to know. right?

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from niya ; the song referenced is fck boys by blxst

just as promised, you were getting ready to go to the party hosted at epsilon nu’s frat house. or as they called it, the ‘traphouse’. you and karina always found that corny. nonetheless, you’ll still attend.

as soon as you walked out your dorm with ning, you saw the rest of your friends already waiting outside.

“i’ll drive?” you said, grabbing your keys before closing the door.

“i mean, you’re the only one who knows where it is.” aeri grimaced.

the final destination was not far from the girls dorms, but it was still far enough off campus that you wouldn’t be able to walk.

as soon as you parallel parked the car off the sidewalk, you led your friends towards the front door of the house.

“it’s so weird being here after so long.” karina mumbled, as minjeong, ning, and aeri admired the scenery in awe. “sometimes i forget that you guys have never seen the house.”

“i mean, we weren’t necessarily invited. like, you were heeseung’s girlfriend. and i swear sunghoon has been trying to get with y/n for ages.” minjeong pointed out as aeri agrees.

“seriously? i pretty much grew up with sunghoon. i can’t say he’s ever seen me like that.” you scoffed, before going up to the ‘bouncer’ who stood by the front doors.

“name?” he asked.

“y/n lee?” you questioned, assuming your name should’ve already been on the list. you ignored the complaints from your friends in the background as two random girls shoved past you, immediately being let in.

“there’s no y/n on the list.”

“you’re kidding. can’t you just let us in? i know sunghoon. mark lee is literally my brother.”

“nice try. you don’t know how many times i’ve heard that tonight. can you just tell me what sorority you’re in?” the bouncer says as he looks you up and down.

“alpha epsilon.” you groaned, growing annoyed as he turns around to make a call.

“i’m being told that no one from alpha epsilon is allowed into the epsilon nu frat house as of last year.”

“this is ridiculous..” you mutter, pulling out your phone to text jungwon.

barely a minute went by before your knights in shining armor came out from the house. “yo, what are you doing? they’re with us. did you even bother to check that exclusive guest list?” jungwon scolded the bouncer, as he tapped on the top of the clipboard, which clearly read your names on it.

sunghoon peaked his head out from behind the door, motioning for you all to follow him into the house while jungwon dealt with the bouncer.

“sorry about that. he’s a transfer student. normally we don’t hire freshmen but, duty calls.” he shrugged. “there’s a cooler out back, non alcoholic drinks in the fridge, and food on the island. welcome to the traphouse. didn’t think you guys would make it.”

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.” karina rolled her eyes with sarcasm, before waving her hand for you and your friends to follow her to the kitchen.

before you could follow, sunghoon grabbed your arm. “i got you a little something.” he winked, pulling you to a more secluded area.

you walked with him as he pulled you, but you turned around to look for your friends so you’d know where to find them later. at a party like this? they wouldn’t leave their spot. but you didn’t miss the way they all looked at you suspiciously, whispering amongst themselves. “they’re definitely fucking.” minjeong muttered.

sunghoon sat down on the couch, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

you put your head on his shoulder as he rolled a blunt for you, leaning into his warmth. “why aren’t you looking for jungwon?” he whispered teasingly.

your face fell. “who told you?” you asked, almost immediately dropping the lit joint he held out to you when you jumped up from your seat.

“riki.” he shrugged, taking a hit since you didn’t seem to do so yourself.

“he told riki??” you exclaimed in fear, running a hand through your hair. “this is bad. who else knows?” “just us. but i pretty much found out myself. you guys are really obvious.” he murmured, blowing the smoke past his lips before holding the blunt up to yours.

you took a long drag, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. “nothing even happened. all we did was talk. do you know what would happen to me if they found out? my friends already hate me for talking to you. what am i supposed to do?” you ran on, visibly stressed.

sunghoon grounded you. he was always good at that since you were younger.

“can you relax?.. this,” he emphasized the joint he held between his two fingers as he let you use it, “was supposed to calm you down, not rile you up. i’ll help you with jungwon. it’s clear you have a fat crush on each other. so don’t stress. and your friends? they need to learn the world doesn’t revolve around them and their feelings. you knew me before you met them anyway.”

“you.. you’re actually right. but, still. i’m just scared. i really have no idea what would happen if they knew. like, karina literally loses her appetite if you mention anyone in epsilon nu.” you sigh, allowing yourself to sink into the leather couch.

“your usual goods doesn’t seem to be working for you.” he teased.

“i’ve grown a higher tolerance for this.” you scoffed, playfully flicking his shoulder.

“i’ll swing by at lunch to drop off a new strain next week. we got some of that strawberry cough stuff.” sunghoon laughed. “stay here, i’ll be back.” he informs you, putting out the forgotten joint.

as soon as he left, karina and ning came up to you. “don’t tell me you’re fucking park sunghoon.” karina sighed in frustration, speaking through her teeth.

“i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again. he’s practically a brother! i’m not even interested in anyone right now.” you frowned.

“you can fuck whoever you want. but it can’t be someone in epsilon nu.”

“i’m not trying to?” you exclaimed in genuine confusion, almost anger. karina was ready to talk again, but immediately stopping herself, closing her mouth as sunghoon came back.

“we’ll talk later. come on ning.” karina scoffed. you watched as ning gave you an apologetic look, gesturing how bad she felt.

“karina seems to be on one.” sunghoon joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “how would you know?” “she doesn’t really talk when she’s mad.”

you stared blankly at him. “how would you know?” “seriously? she was here almost every day because of heeseung.”

sunghoon sat down on the couch with two red solo cups in his hands. he held one out to you, letting you smell it before you took it.

“gosh, that’s strong. the hell is this?” you grimaced at the alcohol stench.

“vodka. grey goose, specifically.” he smiled. “no kidding.. this is crazy. that’s like, 6 shots in one cup.” “it’ll definitely get you there. that’s what this is for.” sunghoon emphasized the other cup, raising it to show that it is half full with strawberry fanta.

you hesitate at first, but pound the vodka before immediately taking the chaser.

“that was terrible.” you coughed out.

“one more?” “..”

by the time the party was already over, you were crazy drunk. your friends were already waiting in your car. good thing you gave ning the keys.

sunghoon offered to walk you out, but jungwon came racing towards you to beat him too it. “nooo, i’ll do it!” he slurred, probably more drunk than you were.

“where were you the whole night?” you whined, as he held your waist to help you get up from the couch.

“sorry babyyy i was dealing with the guy that was giving you a hard time.” he chuckled, pressing his nose into your neck as you walked towards the door.

“thank you wonnie.” you smiled, before reaching up to cup his cheek.

you stared into his big and round eyes. jungwons pupils dilated as you looked at him, his cheeks flushing a rosy color.

his breath hitched as he felt you coming closer, before you eventually sealed your lips together into a soft kiss.

you could taste whatever he was drinking at tip of his tongue. you were practically leaning into jungwon now, so his hands held your waist to prevent you from falling over.

jungwon pulled away, licking his lips before letting you go, holding the door open for you.

“such a gentleman.” you laughed as you were stumbling over yourself.

ningning was waiting outside for you, ready to catch you and walk to the car.

“come on, you’re drunk.” she smiled, helping you settle into the car next to aeri, who gave you a neutral look.

“we’re never coming back here again.” karina sighed, putting the car in ignition before turning out into the road.

[ye4gerism]

Stick to Your Books

★ chapter four. in which you attend a frat party with jean….things immediately go to shit. previous chapter.

content ★ college au, frat party, alcohol, first kisses, fake dating, black reader friendly

author’s note ★ hi guys. i actually hate frats oml. i’ll never write a frat chapter again. series masterlist.

"Anonymous" 2hrs

EDR THROWING TONIGHT. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

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Tonight was the big night; EDR was throwing. Epsilon Dionysus Rho, as they were formally known, was one of the most sought-after fraternities at U of P - whether you wanted to be a part of it, if you wanted to get with one of the brothers, or even be allowed into one of their parties.

You and Hitch were getting ready together. You had tried to avoid conversation with her due to yesterday's events as she and Marlo had put you in the strangest situation. You know that feeling of a sneeze building up but never actually sneezing? That’s how you felt with her in the room. Hitch was itching to speak to you, as she tried to encourage a conversation today. She had offered to do your makeup but you respectfully declined.

"I think I got it tonight." You don't look at her, instead focusing on setting out the makeup you had. Hitch stands by your desk sheepishly for a moment before going to sit at her own.

Between the shopping trip and now, you figured that putting Hitch at a distance would be appropriate. Your situation with Jean was not only official but temporary and you didn't need her getting in your head or your business, especially if she wasn't going to play nice.

Oh. And her fuck ass boyfriend, Marlo. What the hell was his problem?

"I saw you eating breakfast with your little friend."

"It's just that you're really smart, you know? You don't need to date a guy to get a job you know you can get on your own."

"I just don't think he deserves all that."

Where was all of this extra attention coming from? You huff at the thought and shake your head before starting your makeup. If there was a word to describe your predicament it'd be 'ridiculous'; what are the odds that all this would happen to you?

You finish up, satisfied with your look. At the most perfect time, you get a text.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein in the lobby. should i come up?

y/n better if i meet you down there. i'll be quick

You get up from your desk and grab a small, black, leather purse hanging off one of the sides of your bed. You open it, making sure you have everything you need: lip gloss, I.D., body mist, keys, pepper spray.

All good to go. The only thing, or rather person, you planned to leave behind was your roommate. You weren't going to let Hitch ruin your second party for you. You walk up to the door and begin to turn the knob.

"Hey, wait! Marlo isn't here yet," you hear her call out.

You look over your shoulder and stare straight at her. “Jean’s waiting for me downstairs. I’m going out with him.”

Tonight, you had opted for a white halter neck corset top, a jean skirt, and a pair of tennis shoes you couldn't care less about. Putting on the clothes was like putting on a different identity; you weren't Y/N but rather the Girlfriend. But what was her name? Did that title define who she was? You don't know why Jean and Mikasa separated but you wonder if the pressure of the title was a factor.

Probably not. She was - correction - she is Mikasa Ackerman. Calm and confident defined her. It must have been something Jean did, because how do you lose a girl like her?

You finally reach the lobby and see Jean and Connie standing together. As you get closer, you observe how other students, probably on the way to the same party, gawk at both of them. Jean finally spots you and his eyes light up. You could help but smile and wave.

"You look good," Jean says when you reach them. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and leans down. When his eyes close, you realize what's happening: your first kiss with Jean. You close your eyes too but do nothing with your lips. His lips gently sit on yours and you find yourself pressing against his. His lips feel soft - like he actually took care of them. You could feel a little bit of glide as you tried your best to make the kiss look believable. Did he have a little bit of chapstick?

You pull away and you both stare at each other for a moment. Did he feel it too? The feeling of your heart jumping? Your breath escaping your lungs?

Then you remember: this is a façade. It was all for show. He probably didn’t feel shit.

“Hi Connie.” Your voice is shaky.

Connie stands close by, hands in his pocket. He doesn’t look convinced, or at least he doesn’t look that way in your eyes. “Is he bothering you?” he jokes. Your heart settles.

“I'm a little confused - I thought you guys met last week? Kissing already?” the boy questions. Your heart picks up again. You have your story but you don't have anything to explain the kissing. He then lightly punches Jean on the arm. “Kirstein, you fucking dog! At least let the relationship marinate before all the lovely shit. She’s not your girlfriend yet, right?”

Jean’s quiet but his eyes are wide. He looks over at you, as if he were looking for an answer in your eyes. However, you’re equally as lost.

“Right…” he answers, uncertain. “I guess I’m getting too excited.” Jean puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes you close. “Sorry about that.”

There were so many obvious holes in your story. Yes, you had agreed to be his fake girlfriend but you also met exactly a week ago. Some parts of this plan needed revision.

You’re about to ask Jean and Connie if they’re ready to go but your eye catches the sight of another individual - Marlo. He brushes past your group but not without taking a quick look at you. Just problem after problem. Why didn’t you pre-game? Why weren’t Jean and Connie pre-gaming? Weren’t they the professionals?

“We should go. This residential hall is making me break out in hives,” Connie jokes.

As Connie turns around, Jean tells him to shut up. He offers you your hand and you take it. Your hold is a little tight, making Jean pause. “You alright?” he whispers. You swallow your spit and put on a brave face before nodding.

You finally arrive at the very packed EDR house. The walk there had to be the most draining walk you’ve ever had - not because it was far, but the thought of cleaning up had you stuck. By the time you walk inside, you’re ready to find where the drinks are. You didn’t get to drink a lot last week and figured if Jean were by your side, you’d participate a little. You’re ready to follow Connie to wherever the hell he was going, sliding between girls under bright flashing lights, but you’re pulled back by Jean.

Your back hits his front and his hands lock your arms against your body. He bends down, his lips grazing your ear. His entire presence sends a shudder down your entire body. “Let’s lay off on PDA tonight. Connie’s right, we only met a week ago. Just do everything at 10%.”

“Jean, what does that even mean? This was all your idea, remember?” you say back.

Jean’s grip on you loosens but doesn't move. “Just…just figure it out,” is all he can manage. He leads you into the crowd until he spots Connie and some other guys. When you reach the group, you realize it’s Reiner, Porco, and Floch from the other night.

“Hey fellas,” Jean greets. His hands find your waist, “You might remember this beautiful lady from the other night.”

“Yeah…” Floch hisses. He looks at you like he wants to kill you.

“Oh, I didn’t know Hitch’s quiet little friend was the same girl who threw her drink at you,” Porco elbows the ginger. The guys chuckle and Floch’s annoyance increases.

“And I was right about her too…what are you? Some fucking groupie? How do you even know Jean?” he hits back. You freeze. You knew he was mad but was that needed? His comments incite multiple ‘woah’s from his teammates who all take a step towards Floch to reprimand him some more. You stand awkwardly behind the group as their voices draw attention from others.

You look around you, hoping to find another familiar face. You recognize a freckled face moving through the crowd and you start to feel hopeful. Separating yourself from the drama you make your way up to here. “Ymir?” you call out.

She stops and looks over the crowd before locking eyes with you. “Y/N!” Ymir moves over to you and takes your hands. “Hi! You’re here!” She looks over at the group of lacrosse players still arguing. Ymir rolls her eyes and decides to take you into the crowd. You look over your shoulder, looking for Jean but he’s too focused on going off on Floch.

Ymir leads you outside and you begin to realize how hot the EDR house was. “The air feels so good,” you say with an exhale in your voice. Ymir walks you over to a table with three beverage dispensers. “Jungle juice?” she asks, “I had some earlier. I’m fine. Just a little tipsy.” You look at her then the dispensers. “You also don’t have to!” she clarifies.

“Fuck it, I’ll have some jungle juice.” You grab a red solo cup and pull the tab of the dispenser and pour yourself about a quarter of alcohol. You take a sip and turn to Ymir. “Not bad,” you say.

Ymir gestures for you to follow her and she takes you over to another side of the lawn, where you observe a few other individuals seated. You only recognize one face - Historia’s. “Hi Y/N!” she greets, “I didn’t know you were coming. Where’s Jean?”

“Inside with some of his teammates,” you reply. You take a look at the ground for a quick second and observe all the solo cups on the ground. Do the EDR guys clean all of this up after every party? What a pain.

“Y/N, this is Annie, Bertholdt, and Armin. Annie’s a tennis player and Bertholdt’s on the basketball team,” Ymir explains as she points to each respective person.

“So are all of you athletes?” you joke, “You were all born little super humans?”

Armin, the blond, seated with a grey boxy tee on and arms crossed, shakes his head. “I don’t…I actually manage the media for the lacrosse and baseball teams.” You sigh and sigh of relief and everyone around you starts to laugh. “I do play club golf. So, I am a bit of an athlete.”

“Should I do a sport too? Is it too late?” you ask, half jokingly. It didn’t sound like a bad idea - getting active, traveling to different parts of Paradis, built-in friends.

“I mean you used to dance, right? Dance team’s pretty decent and I don’t mind putting in a good word for you if you wanna cheer,” Historia offers. “Regardless of what you choose, you’ll still end up cheering for Jean on the sidelines.”

Ymir pokes your sides. “Ooohh…lovebirds?” You swat her hand away.

Bertholdt furrows his eyebrows. “Lovebirds?” Fuck.

“Yeah, Jean and Y/N are lovey-dovey. Always eating together and going out. Aren’t you, Y/N?” Historia continues.

You purse your lips trying to make up a response. “We’re…we’re just talking,” you simply say.

Armin and Annie, the other blonde (so many fucking blondes) share a knowing look. “Didn’t Jean just break up with Mikasa? You know it’s a little weird to start plotting on someone who just got out of a relationship?” Annie asks.

“Who said I’m plotting? What the fuck? I just met you.” You feel an uncomfortable hole in your stomach. You weren’t big on confrontation and like you just said, you just met all of these people. What do you do when one of these individuals decides to give you the Floch treatment?

“Sounds pretty guilty to me,” Annie continues. You did feel a little guilty but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Was it because you were doing such a shitty job at being a fake girlfriend and the holes in your story were getting bigger every second?

You chug whatever’s left of your jungle juice before looking at Ymir. “I’m gonna head out. I don’t want to be ‘a little weird’ and ruin the mood,” you say. “Nice meeting all of you.” You don’t give Ymir a chance to say anything as you immediately turn on your foot to return to that hot ass house.

What the fuck was that bitch trying to say about you? That you were weird and not some ‘girls girl’? What the hell! It’s not like the guy has publicly claimed you as his girlfriend. And is she giving him any trouble about any of this? You work your way around the house, trying to find a table or the kitchen in hopes of finding that box wine you wasted on fucking Floch last week.

As you continue to look around for another thing to drink, you finally catch Jean. He looks like he’s supposed to be having a conversation with someone but he’s looking off into the crowd. Was he looking for you?

You attempt to look closer and as you do, it becomes clear - he’s looking at her.

The sight of Mikasa talking to another guy had him in a trance and you were quickly reminded that he’s only known you for a week. Whatever seemingly romantic interactions you’ve had with him don’t compare to being with her for years. You look over to see if she’s noticed him and to your surprise, and slight annoyance, it looks like she has that same look of yearning. She looks at the guy and later pretends to be distracted by the crowd - it’s a whole routine.

So you had a few options: let them share this moment as you look dumb and lost in Jean’s arms or look like the girl who’s so excited she bagged an athlete and kiss him right here, right now.

At this moment, is he yours or hers?

You say a bunch of ‘excuse me’s and ‘coming through’s until you reach Jean. You tug on his hand and he looks down at you, startled by your presence. “Y/N,” he says loudly, “Where have you-”

“Shut up!” You grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You’re not sure what you’re doing. Are you supposed to put your tongue in his mouth? Jean quickly pulls away from your grasp.

“Are you okay? What are you doing?!” he questions. You don’t answer as your focus is now on Mikasa, whose face is unreadable. Is she disgusted? Does she think you’re desperate? Her face finally changes - it looks like she laughed…and that guy is looking over too.

You feel stupid. Embarrassed. Like there’s a hole growing in your belly. Why did you do that?

“I’m going home,” you say to no one in particular.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Jean cups his ear in your direction. You push past him and try to find your way to the front. You hear him calling your name but you don’t mind him. You made it outside to the front where rejected students are either lingering around or begging to get in. You don’t hear Jean yelling for you anymore - you must be in the clear.

You walk away from the EDR house and as you begin your journey, you’re not sure if you want to cry. What the fuck just happened?

“Y/N.” You stop walking, and your heart almost stops. You look over your shoulder and it’s just Jean. Feeling safe, you start your trek. “Y/N,” he tries again.

“You were looking at her. I was gone and you were looking at her. Why weren’t you looking for me?” you start.

You hear him sigh. “I told you to take the PDA down a notch. So…I assume you found someone to hang out with,” Jean replies.

“Oh, I found some people. I got introduced to her fucking friends! Your friends, Ymir and Historia, let it slip that I was seeing you and it didn’t go over so well with them.”

Jean doesn’t say anything and you choose not to follow up either. You’re closer to your dorm and you’re so ready to shower and end this night.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You stop walking and turn around. “Why were you looking at her?” For the first time this night, you finally get to look into his eyes, which reflect a mixture of confusion and guilt.

“Listen, I know she's your ex. And I know this whole ordeal is for your image and an internship you promised me," you start, "But is this plot also to make her jealous? Because now, I’m frustrated.”

And a little jealous.

Jean stares at you, guilt rushing from his eyes to his face.

"I don't want to do this if I'm only being used to make Mikasa Ackerman jealous."

You open your bag and take out your keycard. “Let me know what you think. Good night, Jean.” You start to walk away before Jean comes up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around. He holds you firmly in place.

"What are you-"

"Be quiet," he responds lowly. Jean inches closer to your face before capturing your lips with his. The kiss starts off soft. Just his lips enveloping yours over and over again. His hands find a spot on your waist and later one goes to your back and pulls you closer. Your hands rest on his chest.

This isn't something you do every day. In fact your last kiss was in high school with this random idiot who only Goddess Ymir knows what he's up to now.

He's rougher now. You start to panic when you feel his tongue entering your mouth. It's sudden. It makes you gag. You recoil and push as hard as you can on his chest and he gets the memo, pushing himself away from you.

"Jean..." you breathe.

"I'm sorry-"

"No kissing outside of your little events...remember?" you remind him quietly.

Jean takes a step back. His hands are stuck to his sides and he's unsure of where to look. He opens his mouth, "Maybe I should..."

"Kiss me again," you finish. You didn’t want to remember this night on a bad note. You just wanted one thing to go right.

His eyes land on you once more and they're wide. "That's not what I-"

"Kiss me again," you repeat, determination present in your voice. You take a step toward him and reach your hands up to your face. Jean concedes, meeting you halfway. He pecks your lips and he does it over and over again until your kisses are less organized.

You pull away first again and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “We need to practice your kissing skills. You’re obviously not experienced.” Compared to when he picked you up, this kiss felt more intentional. You wanted to do it over and over again. Secretly, you hoped he actually wanted to practice.

“Well, we all aren’t certified kissing professionals like you, I guess.” You roll your eyes. “I can walk back from here. Good night, Jean.” You take a moment to look at him - his messy hair, the stupid sparkle in his eyes - before turning around and finishing your journey back to your dorm.

“Hey Y/N?” Jean calls out. “I’m sorry.”

You stop to look at him. You’re not sure what to say back. So you smile. Smile and wave.

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Eren and Mikasa confirmed???

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[unwelcome-ozian]

Hi, I was wondering if you have or know of any resources that explain the different types of programming (beta, epsilon, etc)? Thank you!!

Hi, Here is an overview of base programming/programmes. Most other internal programmes will fall under one of these. Base programming is different from Greek programming.

Here’s a link to a document with a list of some internal programmes. LINK

Take Care, Oz

ALPHA-Alpha programming is also called ‘the base personality control.’ Symbolism is used to reinforce programming. The symbols can be found outside the body, such as; hourglasses, white rabbits, monarch butterflies, as well as found in the programming of that individual. The programming for alpha teaches the person triggers, assists in fragmenting the personality, protection programming, logic programming, map of the system, base commands for contacting/calling up of other parts, and the foundation for future programming. (Base program)

BETA-Sexual programming spanning from rigid gender stereotypes on one end of the spectrum (Princess Programming) to hyper-sexualised conduct at the opposite end. Particular programs (and thus commands) are for pornography, acting, oral sex, etc.(porn/sex/BDSM Programming). Beta Programming requires absolute submission from women/men in order for them to perform their tasks. Early sexual torture will be used to anchor programming. These parts will develop sexual abilities that are for the pleasure of others. These parts are programmed to have charm, seductive skills, charisma, and creativity. This Programming ensures the part is lacking sexual inhibitions. (Base program)

GAMMA-Can be system-protection and deception programming which will provide misinformation to outsiders and try to misdirect people by telling half-truths, protecting different internal programming. Gamma parts are trained to sow doubt and confusion about the existence of programmers. This is done by creating a number of misinformation parts, some of which are involved in exposing the group, but they will mix truth with wildly speculative and obviously ridiculous assertions. (Base programming)

DELTA-Is assassin programming and was originally developed for training special agents or elite soldiers (i.e. Delta Force, First Earth Battalion, Mossad, etc.) in covert operations. Optimal adrenal output and controlled aggression is evident. Subjects are devoid of fear and very systematic in carrying out their assignment. Self-destruct or suicide instructions are layered in at this level.

EPSILON-Is the programming of animal parts into the child, which is thought to be the key to paranormal or superhuman abilities. (Spiritual programming) Type 3 Epsilon Programming-A base-level obedience programme the individual is programmed to their primal components of food, shelter, and water. Epsilon Programming elements are often added to other forms of programming.

THETA-Psychic programming correlates with the development and use of extrasensory powers and extra physical abilities, including long-distance mind connection with other remote viewing where part’s could see what an individual is doing in another location. It also implies the use of thought energy to kill someone at a distance. Paranormal ability known as "remote scanning", the ability of some humans to locate objects or envision events in remote geographical areas of which they have no prior knowledge. Cortical theta waves are frequent in children. In older children and adults, theta waves appear during meditative, drowsy, hypnotic or sleeping states. (Base Programming)

OMEGA-Self-destruct programming. The corresponding behaviours include suicidal tendencies and/or self-mutilation. This program is generally activated when the victim/survivor begins therapy or interrogation and too much memory is being recovered.

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What genres of music do you think certain coaches listen to?

i already talked about ruben and polo + my general hc about a coach’s song and how they’re related to it in this post!

most coaches stick with the genres of their songs and epsilon is no exception, he LOVESSSS edm and is a huge fan of kaa’rik and masi’el’s music. same case with urban he mostly listens to older hip hop

bunee is a pop princess at heart ik he’s bumping brat. he also screams the bridge to good luck babe every time it comes on. he and xime also love hyperpop

the chattahoochee crew also loves chappell roan especially the giver

i feel like zoey would really fuck with doechii idk why

i’m just going through my character playlists and pulling out random ones beedabop loves a mix of calmer music like heat waves and maybe even lo-fi but he also loves high energy chiptune stuff and listens to music while working

punk + metalhead ari you can pry this hc from my cold dead hands