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thewritingrowlet · 5 months ago

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The Outing Trip pt. 2, ft. tripleS Xinyu and Dahyun

tags: cheating, cum-in-mouth, creampie, ass play, (a bit) rough

word count: ~10k words

author's note: I was 3k words deep into this shit when I realized that I didn't have any picture of them together so here's their pictures from the GND showcase. In terms of plot, I initially wanted Dahyun to have a bigger role but then I decided that I'd give her the spotlight in a future part instead.

Anyway, thanks always for reading <3

p.s. Wolfie if you see this again; send me another idea on June 12th (oddly specific, I know). Thanks in advance. <3

[🐈‍⬛| 08:02]

Oppa

Don’t forget

We have a meeting with everyone today at 1545

Don’t forget to bring Xinyu with you

“Xinyu-yah”, you call out to Xinyu, who’s busy getting dressed in the bedroom, “Nakyoung just reminded me of today’s meeting”. Xinyu gets out from the bedroom after she’s done changing, “yeah, she just texted me as well. You don’t have classes today, do you, oppa?”. You get up from the sofa and shake your head, “I’ll take you to campus, baby. I’ll refuel the car after dropping you off”. She shoves you in the chest and you’re sat back down on the sofa, “it’s like 8, let’s chill for now”. Xinyu then sits on your lap and tucks her head against your neck, “I always like how you make me feel small even though I’m taller than most people”. You chuckle and peck the top of her head, “you can thank my dad for his genes, precious”. She squeals at the pet name, “aww, that’s a new one, isn’t it?”. “Not really”, you say, “I said it last Monday when I was lulling you to nap—remember when you were resting your head on my lap? You probably already drifted away to dreamland when I said that, though”. “Oppa, I want to take a little nap like this until it’s time to leave, okay?”, Xinyu says as she steals a peck on the neck from you.

After a few minutes of seated cuddling/napping, it’s now 10 minutes before Xinyu needs to leave for class. You want to make sure that she’s in the correct state of mind before you take her to campus, so you attempt to wake the napping fox. “Honey”, you say as you give her some taps on the back, “we need to leave soon”. She looks around her as she gathers her consciousness, “huh? Already?”. “Yes, already. Now let’s wake up and get ready, okay?”, you pepper her face with kisses to help her wake up. She holds your head to make you stop, “give me a reason why I should go to class and give up the chance to be spoiled by my boyfriend all day long—it better be a very good and rational one, oppa”. You crank the gears in your head to come up with an answer for your clingy sweetheart, but you only manage to come up with the most dull and basic answer of all time: “your education is important, love—what would people say when they hear that the vice president refuses to go to class because she wants to stay at home with her boyfriend?”. She huffs in false annoyance, “I don’t care about what people say, oppa. The world is ours and they’re merely leasing in it”. “C’mon, let’s not say such thing, love. I’ll carry you to the car, okay?”, you lift her by her thighs and stand up from the sofa.

You’re now in the car, on your way to campus to drop Xinyu off before getting fuel for your car. You notice that she hasn’t made any sound since you two left the parking lot, so you look at her and see that she’s asleep again. You suspect that she’s not feeling too well and not in the best mood, so you decide to make a quick detour to get some ice cream for her—thankfully she doesn’t wake up when you’re in the drive-thru because that’ll spoil the surprise.

“Cutie pie”, you softly tap Xinyu in the arm, “we’re here”. “I’m not feeling too well, oppa. I’m having a period right now and it’s not pleasant”, she says with a weak voice. The tone and manner of her speech makes your heart ache because Xinyu is never one to act like this. “Honey, look at me, please”, you grab a cup of ice cream and show it to her, “I have some ice cream for you. I hope this helps”. She smiles despite the discomfort and takes the ice cream from your hand, “thank you so much, oppa. Your kindness keeps reminding me of why I fell in love with you”. You pull her to you and peck her lips, “I love you, baby. Please hang on until the end of the day, okay?”. She says her farewell before getting out of the car with ice cream in hand, and you wait until she disappears from your sight before driving away.

Xinyu greets you in front of the classroom where the meeting is taking place but instead of leading you in, she pulls you around the corner instead. She pulls you into her embrace and hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much for the ice cream, oppa. I’m so sorry for being annoying all the time”, she says. You peck the top of her head in response; “you’re not annoying, baby. How can I say that you’re annoying when I don’t know exactly what you were going through? It’s not fair for you”. She lets go of the hug and wipes her glassy eyes; “you’re gonna make me cry if we keep hugging. Thank you, oppa, seriously”. You take her hand and walk into the classroom with her to get ready for the meeting.

“Hey, look who’s here with me”, Nakyoung says when she sees you two enter—Yooyeon is sitting on her left while Dahyun and Chaeyeon are on her right. “Unnie, hi”, Xinyu waves at her. “Hey, guys”, Yooyeon replies with small waves of her own. “Are you going to be with us for the meeting, Yooyeon-ah?”, you ask her. “I was about to ask if I can, actually. Nakyoung-ie told me to ask for your permission”, she says. You shrug, “I don’t mind having a spectator. We’re getting food after as well so it’s easier like this”. You walk to the four girls and give Dahyun and Chaeyeon a fist bump, “welcome to the council, you two. Run for presidency when you can, okay?”. “Thank you, oppa. We won’t disappoint”, Dahyun says.

Nakyoung told you a few days ago that she wanted to run this meeting, so you take a seat among the 30-something person crowd and let the spokesperson cook. “Alright everyone”, Nakyoung starts as she stands in front of the class, “I’ll be the one speaking today, since Jisung-oppa is having a sore throat today. Let’s get started, shall we?”. Xinyu leans over and whispers to you, “your throat is sore, oppa? Must’ve been the ice cream”. You chuckle and shake your head, “no, it’s not; she made that up”.

Nakyoung kicks off the meeting by explaining the when and where of the trip; 3 days 2 night from September 29th until October 1st on the island across the strait. She then continues by explaining the method of transportation to get there, which is by bus, which will get on a ferry to cross the water before getting off and continuing the ride until you arrive at the resort. Lastly, she announces that each room will be occupied by 3 people and that everyone is allowed to choose who they want to share the room with, as long as they’re of the same gender. She skips the “who” part of the 5W1H because it’s obvious already; who else is participating if not the members and leaders of the council? Nakyoung takes a sip of water and catches her breath before answering a bunch of questions from people in the room. After answering all of them, she sees that no one else raises a hand, so she ends the meeting and tells them to send her an email should they have questions.

Only the 6 of you remain the classroom after everyone else has scattered to continue their day. “Good job, Nakyoung-ah. You did well”, you praise her. She pulls Xinyu to her feet and hugs her, “aaaah, I’m so tireeeed. Is this how it’s always like for you, oppa?”. You chuckle as you get up from your seat, “kind of. You get used to it, though”. Yooyeon chimes in and tells her perspective, “I haven’t got used to it even though we’ve had a bunch of meetings already. Being in the center of attention overwhelms me”. You offer a hand for Dahyun and Chaeyeon to help them up. “Let’s go get dinner, girls. It’s on me, just like usual”, you say as you lead them to the door.

“Does anyone have any idea where we should go?”, you ask the crowd in your car. “Dahyun-ie’s restaurant! I want burgers, oppaaaa”, Nakyoung raises her hand and exclaims. “Any objections?”, you ask once again but get no answer. “Alright, Dahyun-ie’s restaurant it is”, you say. You glance at the rearview mirror and see that Dahyun is covering her cheeks, presumably to hide her blush. You look forwards again and keep driving until you get to your destination.

“Alright, girls; we’re here”, you look around the car and see that everyone was asleep—no wonder the ride was super quiet. Everyone but Xinyu gradually wakes up after hearing your announcement, as they reach for their stuff and slowly get out of the car. You get out of the car and sprint to the other side to help Xinyu get out. “Please carry me, oppa”, she says. You’re concerned if maybe she’s in pain, “are you okay, baby? Does your body ache?”. “I’m okay, just feeling extra clingy today”, she says with a teasing smile. You repay her smile with one of sweetness before giving her a piggyback ride to the restaurant.

“Mom, I’m bringing my friends again!”, Dahyun greets her mom as your group enters the restaurant. “Omo! Welcome back, children”, Mrs. Seo waves to you and your friends, “what’s wrong with the miss on your back, Jisung-ah?”. “She’s having a period so she’s not feeling so well right now. Xinyu-yah, say hi to Mrs. Seo”, Xinyu waves cutely after hearing your words. Mrs. Seo puts her hands on her chest, “and you’re carrying her like that? Oh, how cute and nice you are”. You deflect her words and line up in front of the cashier with the girls to order. After everyone has finished ordering, you pay for everything (without forgetting the extra) and head to your group’s favorite spot near the wall.

Everyone but Xinyu has now completed their meal, so the 5 of you stay seated and wait for her—Dahyun’s mom gave Xinyu an extra serving of fries, so combine that with the fact that she’s not feeling well, it takes her longer to finish her food. Since you’re sitting next to Xinyu, you’re able to offer comfort her and encourage her to keep eating. Chaeyeon praises you for being a good boyfriend to Xinyu and that you and Xinyu are really meant to be together. You thank Chaeyeon for the kind words and pray that you’ll get to spend the rest of your life with Xinyu, because there’s no one else that you love more than her.

You see Dahyun get up from her seat and stand next to Xinyu before whispering something to her ear. Xinyu replies to whatever Dahyun just said with a nod, so Dahyun walks up to you and whisper in your ear. “Oppa, my parents want to talk to you. Follow me, please”, Dahyun says. You give her a nod and follow her to some office space tucked away in the back of the restaurant.

Once you enter, you see that the room she has led you into is actually empty. “Where are your parents, Dahyun-ah?”, you ask her as you look around the room. “Oh, they’ll be here soon”, Dahyun says as she approaches you, “I told them to join us when I tell them to. I want some private time with you first”. You look at her in confusion, and that’s when she pulls you down by your nape and kiss you. Dahyun breaks the kiss after a minute and rests her head on your chest. “What was that, Seo Dahyun?”, you ask her. You don’t hear any answer from her, but you do hear some sobs. “I love you, oppa, but I know I have no chance against Xinyu-unnie. There’s no way that you’ll leave her for me, is there?”, she says after a sniffle. “Dahyun-ah”, you say as you wrap your arms around her slender torso, “what are you saying right now? What does Xinyu have to do with anything?”. Noticing that you’re hugging her, Dahyun rids of any thoughts that’s holding her back and hugs you. “I just wish that you were mine, oppa, but we both know that it’s highly unlikely to happen”, she confesses.

You take a deep breath before pulling away from the hug. “Please don’t cry; I hate seeing girls cry”, you say as you wipe the tears on her cheek, “can we get your parents after this? The sooner we can get this out of the way, the better”. “I lied”, she confesses, “I just wanted to have some private time with you”. You can’t believe your ears; “excuse me?”, you question her. “I lied to you and Xinyu-unnie—is she always that gullible, by the way?”, she says. “Yes, she is”, you admit and sigh, “I’m getting out of here. The last thing I want today is breaking Xinyu’s heart by lying to her”. She grabs your wrist as you start walking away, “can I at least tempt you with a blowjob?”. “No, I get that a lot from Xinyu already”, you say, resolute and clear—not sure why you need to flex your sex life to Dahyun, though.

You return to the dining area and see that Xinyu has eaten all her food. You get on a knee next to her so that you gauge how she’s feeling based on her expressions. “Good job finishing them, baby. How are you feeling right now?”. Nakyoung answers your question for Xinyu, “she said she wants to go home soon, oppa”. “You do, sweetie?”, you ask Xinyu, and she replies with a nod. You get back on your feet and look at the crowd, “are we ready to go?”. “Just leave, don’t worry about us”, Yooyeon says, “go, take Xinyu home. I’ve been in her shoes before, and I wished I had had a boyfriend like you at the time”.

You carry her out of the car as soon as you arrive at your building and hustle straight to the bedroom. “Let’s lie down for a second, okay? I’ll get you some water and clothes”, you say to her after setting her down in bed. “No!”, she blurts out, “just-just be in bed with me, oppa, please”. You grant her request and get in bed to cuddle with her, and Xinyu promptly wraps her long limbs around different parts of your body. “Oppa, you won’t leave me for anyone else, right?”, she asks, as if knowing of what happened in the restaurant with you and Dahyun. “Never, princess”, you assure her with a short but genuine answer. She pecks you in the neck before continuing, “I don’t care if I sound like a broken record every time I say it, but I really mean it every single time, oppa”. “I would much rather listen to a broken record than be the cause of a broken heart—does that makes sense, by the way?”, you say, earning a small chuckle from Xinyu. “I don’t know if it does, but I don’t care; my stomach hurts too much and I don’t want to think about anything”, she says.

Two weeks have passed since Dahyun’s little stunt, and it is now Friday on the 29th of September which can only mean one thing: day 1 of the outing trip. “We should give this trip a name”, Nakyoung says. “You should come up with it”, Xinyu and Yooyeon say at the same time—Yooyeon isn’t coming along, but she wants to be there when you leave. “Sure, I’ll try—you guys like making me do stuff, don’t you?”, Nakyoung says.

Yooyeon then turns to you, “Jisung-ah, can we talk for a second?”. You nod and walk to the other side of the bus with her to get some privacy. “What is it?”, you ask. Yooyeon rubs her forehead with a palm before speaking, “Dahyun-ie told me everything”. You signal to her to keep talking, so she does. “Will you be okay? Xinyu is also on this trip with you”, she asks. You take a deep breath before answering; “I’ll be fine. I’m planning to address it with her at some point during the trip”. Yooyeon gives you an encouraging smile and a fist bump. “Whatever decision you two come up with, try to make it easier for her, okay? She has a good heart, and I would hate to see her lose it”, she says. ”Oppa, where are you? We need to leave!”, Xinyu shouts from the other side of the bus. “That’s my cue”, you give Yooyeon a friendly hug, “I’ll see you on Monday, okay? I’ll treat you guys to lunch”.

You go back to where everyone was gathering and see that they’re getting on the bus one by one. You hold Nakyoung and Xinyu by their wrists to prevent them from getting on. “I’m counting on you two”, you say to them, “help me run the show, please”. They both give you a nod simultaneously, so you let them go and get on the bus with everyone. “Make sure nothing catches on fire when we’re away, okay? See you on Monday!”, you say to Yooyeon as you wave your goodbye, and she waves back with a smile. Once you are seated, the bus starts moving, thus marking the beginning of your last council initiation trip before graduating.

“We’re getting on the ferry, guys”, the co-driver says as the bus rolls onto the ship, “you can get off the bus if you want to. Just make sure you’re back in your seat in one hour”. After being given permission to get off, you walk to the upper deck to take in the sight of the strait. You lean against the railings and feel the fresh and relaxing breeze blowing at you. “Never knew how good it is to be on a ship. I wonder if mama and papa would be down for a cruise trip—for their anniversary, maybe? I should call them later”, you say to yourself

You close your eyes and savor the sense of freedom the sea is giving you, and you feel a hand on your back. “Hi, baby. Here for the wind as well?”, you say without looking. “I like how pet names escape your lips so naturally all the time”, the voice says. “Wait, that’s not Xinyu’s voice. That’s—“, you turn your head and see Dahyun in front of you. “Can I help you?”, you say, trying your best to stay composed. “You can, actually”, she says before pulling you away from the railings to hide behind a wall. “Stay still, please”, she tells you as she gets on her knees in front of you, “you know where this is going, don’t you?”. You can’t help but panic now, “Seo Dahyun, are you out of your mind? Xinyu will feed us to the sharks if she sees this”. “Please, oppa. Just this one time—Xinyu-unnie is busy with the other recruits right now”, she begs you.

You let out a deep sigh and start taking off your pants and boxers, piling them on your ankles. “Oh my God”, Dahyun exclaims, as she wraps her hand around your cock, “now I’m really envious of Xinyu”. You grit your teeth at the sensation, “that’s Xinyu-unnie to you”. “Fuck you”, she says before putting her lips around your cock. If Dahyun wasn’t on her knees with your cock in her mouth, you’d be offended and scold her, but she is, and you can’t think straight right now. “You better make this worthwhile, you slut”, you warn her. She removes your cock from her lips with a teasing smile, “keep the names for when you’re fucking me, oppa”, she says before continuing her work on your cock.

You’ve gotten a lot of heads before from your beloved, but Dahyun is doing an exceptional job right now: the way she’s licking the underside of your cock as her head moves along your shaft is different to how Xinyu usually does it. “This is a terrible time to think about Xinyu—fuck, I’m so sorry, my love”, you think to yourself. “This is the longest I’ve seen a guy last”, Dahyun says, taking a break from stuffing her face with your cock. “Are you going to finish this or what? If you can’t make me cum first try, you don’t deserve a second time”, you tease her. “Oh, I will, no need to worry about that”, Dahyun wipes her mouth before taking you in it again.

“You’ve had enough fun. Time to do it on my terms”, you say. You take her gloriously thick jet-black hair in your hand and start fucking her mouth deep. “Xinyu never gags, so you better not gag”, you provoke her—it’s not that Xinyu doesn’t gag at all, it’s just that she’s gotten more and more familiar your cock with every blowjob she’s done. You push the back of her head into your crotch and feel your tip hit the back of her throat. “Stay”, you command, and she does as you say (not that she has other options). After staying in that position for a few seconds, Dahyun starts gurgling loudly, so you show her some mercy and leave her mouth. Dahyun coughs and pants as she massages her neck, “holy shit, how does unnie do this all the time?”. “Because unlike you, she’s a good girl”, you then yank her hair and make her look up, “I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you’re gonna swallow it without letting a drop leak, is that clear?”. “Yes, oppa”, she says between pants. “Wrong fucking name”, you say sternly and yank her hair again. “Oh, fuck, my hair—yes, daddy”, she corrects herself.

You put your tip on her lips again and she opens her mouth obediently. “Be good”, you say as you start fucking her mouth harder and faster to chase your orgasm. You take it up a notch and pinch her nose shut as you fuck her face. Your brain starts wondering if you’re trying to make her your side slut, but that’s a question for later. For now, you’re aiming to shoot your load into her stomach. “I’m cumming, slut”, you say, as you release drop after drop after drop of cum into her mouth. The suddenness catches Dahyun off guard and makes her choke, but she tries her best to adhere to your command anyway.

You remove your cock from her mouth and see Dahyun swallow your cum in one gulp. “Good girl”, you praise her. You help her up to her feet and hug her, “let’s make sure no one knows this, yeah?”. “Yes, oppa”, she says, “I have a new idea, oppa”. You squint your eyes, expecting her to say something wild, “and that is?”. She looks at you straight in the eyes and utters her idea, “I can be your side girl, oppa”. You’re taken aback by her words, “what the fuck are you saying right now?”. She shrugs, “I figured since I can’t steal you from unnie, I’ll just be your side girl. You can come to me if Xinyu-unnie is unable to, um, please you”. The angel sitting on your right shoulder is yelling at you to say no, but the devil’s urge is stronger right now and you’re succumbing to it. “Sure, just make sure to keep this between us. Now let’s get out of here”, you say, feeling uneasy.

The 1-hour break flew by, and now you’re sitting on the bus again with Xinyu next to you. She leans her head on your shoulder and sighs, “where were you, oppa? I didn’t see you at all". Your eyes shake in nervousness, “I was sightseeing on the upper deck, baby. What about you?”. “Nakyoung-ie suggested that we should talk to the recruits and know them better considering who we are, but since you were away, I represented you and now I want to sleep”, she says with a yawn. You chuckle and pat her in the back, “that’s my girl. Get some sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up when we arrive”. “Your girl, huh? The one you just betrayed by getting a side chick? You’re fucking shitting me right now”, the angel insults you—you never knew an angel was capable of swearing, but you deserve it right now.

“Alright, guys; we’re here”, the co-driver announces. You tap Xinyu in the back a few times to wake her up. “Wake up, sweetie; we’ve arrived”, you say to her. “I wanna go home, oppa”, she says with a pout. “We’ll be home before you know it, love. Patience for now, please”, you persuade her. “I want your cock tonight”, she whispers to you, and you try your hardest to not blush (and get a boner).

You see the co-driver open the door, so you get up from your seat and get off the bus followed by Xinyu and everyone else. You ask everyone but Xinyu and Nakyoung to wait outside the resort complex while you go in and get the keys from the reception desk. “Good morning, miss. We’re from the Silicon Summit State University”, you say to the lady sitting at the desk. “Good morning to you as well. Please wait a moment”, she says as she opens the book in front of her, “I’ll get your keys so please have a seat”.

She returns to you after a few minutes with a bag filled with keycards. “Here are your keys. Have a good stay and please don’t mess anything up—the hall is ready for use, by the way”, she says. You take the bag from her and say your farewell before leaving the front office.

“Attention, please”, you say in front of your crowd, “find the roommates you want to share a room with and line up in front of me with your group so that I can give you a keycard”. They do as you say and make groups of 3 with their preferred roommates. One group after another lines up in front of you, and you give each group a keycard to their room until every group has one. Everyone walks away to find their rooms, leaving the three of you alone with no keys left. “Did you miscount?”, you turn to Nakyoung. “11 rooms for 33 people and 1 room for Professor Kim, no?”, she says. “33 people? You didn’t count us, you dummy”, Xinyu pinches Nakyoung’s cheeks. “Wait, wait—aaaah, I’m so sorry”, Nakyoung says as she tries to push Xinyu away. Xinyu lets go of Nakyoung’s cheeks and turns to you, “so what do we do, oppa?”. You dismiss their worry, “it’s fine. I’ll head back in there and ask for 2 more rooms for you two and myself—I’ll pay, don’t worry”.

“Excuse me, miss”, you say to the lady again, “my friend miscounted how many people we have in the group, so now we need 2 more rooms. I sincerely hope you have some vacant ones right now”. She nods and fiddles with the computer in front of her, “we have 6 empty rooms right now and 2 of them are on opposite ends of the same corridor”. You sigh in relief, “I’ll take that 2, please”. She nods again, “sure, the previous 11 have been paid in full so you only need to pay 2”. She then tells you the sum and you hand her your card. “What about the breakfast and dinner buffet, miss?”, you ask as you enter your PIN. “No worries, I’ll tell the other staff members about the situation so that you can sit and eat with everyone”, she says as she hands your card back to you.

“Hey, girls”, you call out to Xinyu and Nakyoung, who then walk up to you. “Here’s your card. I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with Xinyu”, you hand Nakyoung a keycard. Xinyu looks at you in surprise, “I’m not sleeping with you?”. You shake your head, “you’re not. We don’t want the others to libel us”. Xinyu takes the card from your hand, “I’m so sorry, oppa. I’ll make it up to you one day”. “Don’t worry about it”, you pet her head, “now let’s get some rest before we start doing stuff, okay?”.

You walk with Xinyu and Nakyoung to find your rooms and get in as soon as you find it. “I’ll see you in 2 hours”, you say before closing the door behind you. You drop your bag on the bed and feel your phone vibrating in your pocket.

[🍒]

You’re alone, aren’t you?

Wanna fuck my face again?

[👑]

How did you know?

No, not in the mood

[🍒]

Curious much?

Just tell me if you want to cum

ㅋㅋㅋ

“I need to fuck some obedience into this girl, don’t I?”, you say with a sigh after. You throw your phone on the bed and start opening your back to get some shower supplies. You don’t like the soap and shampoo they offer at hotels and resorts because they don’t make foam. You then head to the bathroom to get a quick shower to refresh yourself after the long ride and the blowjob Dahyun gave you on the ferry.

The 2 hours are up, and now it’s time to go to the hall to officially start the initiation trip. You meet Xinyu and Nakyoung outside the hall, and Xinyu immediately runs to you and hugs you. “I miss you”, she says with a sad tone. “Cutie, it’s only been 2 hours”, you chuckle, “we’ve been apart for longer before”. “Yes, but not when we’re in the middle of nowhere”, she defends herself. You see Nakyoung roll her eyes, “oh, c’mon. 2 hours without oppa won’t kill you, and we’re not in the middle of nowhere, damn it”. Xinyu lets go of the hug to scold Nakyoung, but you pull her back into the hug by her wrist. “Calm down, please. This isn’t my apartment, let’s not make a scene here”. After taking a few seconds to calm down, you drag the two girls into the hall.

“Good afternoon, everybody”, you greet the council members, and they immediately look up from their phones. “Some of you have done this before while some others haven’t, but please allow me to welcome you all the same. I understand that this initiation trip might look or feel pointless to some of you, but it’s important to see this as an opportunity to get to know everyone better. You guys will spend a lot of time working with each other on projects, and that includes me, the vice president, and secretary”, you say and get collective nods as a reply.

“Now, let’s start by introducing ourselves, starting with me. My name is Jung Jisung. I was born in 2001, so this is my last dance both in the council and university. It has been an honor to be the president of the council, and I look forward to working with you guys in my last year—also, it’s okay if you find my title to be weird or cringe; I cringe when I hear people say that title out loud as well. Feel free to call me anything but sunbaenim, please”, you end your introduction with a small bow, “I’ll let those two girls introduce themselves”. Nakyoung pushes Xinyu to go first, so she takes a spot next to your right to introduce herself. “Hello, everyone. My name is Zhou Xinyu, born in 2002 in China. I was Jisung-oppa’s running mate back then and now I’m the vice president. I look forward to working with you guys as well”, she says. There’s nowhere Nakyoung can hide now, so she steps up to introduce herself. “Hi, hi”, she starts, “I’m Kim Nakyoung. I was also born in 2002 but unlike her, I was born in South Korea. Officially, I’m the secretary of the council but outside the office hours, I follow these two around like a third wheel”.

“Thank you, you two. Aside from the three of us, we also have a treasurer named Park Jaehwan, but he’s currently hospitalized for Dengue fever. In case you didn’t know, we also have governors who lead their own councils on the faculty level, and you’ll meet them soon as we collaborate for projects like community service”, you say, “now, let’s continue the train and have everyone introduce themselves”. At your words, Dahyun runs to the front with Chaeyeon behind her. “Hellooo!”, she says excitedly, “my name is Seo Dahyun but you can call me Soda. I was born in 2003 in Busan. I look forward to making memories with you guys”. You chuckle in amusement, “thank you, Dahyun-ah. Next person, please”. “Hi, hi, hello”, Chaeyeon says while waving, “I’m Kim Chaeyeon, born in 2004. I also look forward to making memories with you guys”. “Thank you, you two. Ministers, it’s your turn to shine now—you don’t want to lose out to these two, do you?”, Nakyoung says.

Like a real government, you also have a handful of ministers in your council. They are basically group leaders who have a handful of council members working with them and are usually tasked with coming up with projects and helping run things at the university level and sometimes the faculty level as well. In fact, one of them is coming up to introduce herself right now. “Hiiiiii”, she drags out her greeting in excitement, “my name is Park Aecha and I’m currently the minister of public relations. I was born in 2003 in Seoul and Park Jaehwan, the treasurer that Jisung-oppa mentioned earlier, is my older brother—please pray for him, by the way. Welcome to the council, guys!”.

As another minister walks up, Aecha leaves her spot to sit down again, but you pull her to the side first. “Aecha-yah, if you want to leave first, just say the word. We’re not holding you hostage here”, you say to her. “Thank you, oppa. I’m planning to leave tomorrow afternoon after the interviews, if that’s okay with you and the two girls. Only the three of you matter to me”, she says. “I guarantee you that we’re 1000% okay with that. If you hear anyone say otherwise, just tell me who and we’ll throw them into the strait”, you assure her. Aecha smiles and nods before leaving you to head back to her seat.

“Thank you for introducing yourselves, everyone”, Nakyoung says, “we will take a break for 2 more hours before gathering here again for a leadership and professional ethics class led by Professor Kim Taeyeon—we have a lot of down time today but believe me when I say that you should enjoy it as much as you can”. She looks in your direction, so you give her a nod; “dis-missed!”, she says with a voice crack, provoking a collective giggle from the crowd. “Good job, Nakyoung-ah”, you say to her. “Aaaaaah, why did my voice crack, oppaaaa”, she complains to you as she smacks you in the chest lightly. “It’s okay, happens to the best of us”, you chuckle as you pat her back. You then pull Xinyu in for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you girls in 2 hours; I want to sleep a bit—wake me up if I oversleep, okay?”.

You text Dahyun as soon as you enter your room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

[👑]

To my room, please

Door isn’t locked

Make sure no one sees you

[🍒]

On my way xoxo

You lay in bed after seeing her response and immediately hear the door swing open and slam shut. “That was quick”, you say when you see Dahyun in your room. “My room is right across from yours, oppa”, she confesses. “Huh, no wonder you knew where my room is”, you say. “Mhmm. Now, what can I do for you?”, she asks. You get up from the bed and tell her your wish, “I want you to take everything off—now”. She starts by taking off her short black cardigan that’s held together with just one button, revealing the sports bra she has underneath it; “that’s cute”, you comment. She then unbuttons her jeans and take them off, thus leaving her only in her sports bra and panties.

“Come here, I’ll finish the job for you”, you say to her. Dahyun then gets closer to you, “yes, daddy”. You pull the sports bra over her head and toss it somewhere without looking before kneeling to take off her panties. “I like that you keep it clean and shaved. Keep doing it, okay?”, you praise her. “Yes, da—oh, God, yes”, her words are cut off when she feels your tongue on her pussy. You yank her legs apart even more so that you can have more space to move your head closer to her pussy. You lick and suck her clit, forcing Dahyun to cover her mouth to muffle her moans. “Oppa, please”, she begs with a low voice, “please, that’s so good”. You want to make her cum to repay her “kindness” on the ferry, so you stick two fingers into her pussy without letting up the stimulations on her clit.

“I’m-I’m so close—please, oppa, please”, Dahyun says between muffled moans. You finger-fuck her pussy faster and keep licking her clit like it was the most delicious ice cream ever. “O-oppa, hug me, please”, she begs. So, you stand up and hug her as she requests. She hugs you tightly and muffles her scream by biting your shoulder, and you hear splashes on the floor—"she’s squirting, that’s fun”, you think to yourself. Dahyun immediately becomes limp in your arms, so you hold her to make sure she doesn't fall.

“I-I—fuck—haven’t cum that hard in so long”, Dahyun says with heavy pants, “thank you so much, oppa. I-I love you”. You lift her and put her in bed before leaving to get a towel and some water. “Here, have a drink, sweetie”, you say as you guide the bottle to her mouth. You let her hold the bottle herself and walk to the small puddle to clean it. “I’ll get back to you in a minute, okay?”, you say as you walk to the bathroom after cleaning the little mess.

“I’m guessing it’s my turn to make you cum?”, she weakly says. You put on a gentle smile, one that you usually show to Xinyu. “No, sweetie, it’s not. I just wanted to repay your kindness”, you peck her in the forehead, “I love you, baby”. She wipes a stray tear on her cheek, “but I’m just your side girl. Are you sure you want to say that?”. You take her hands and pull her into a hug, “yes, I am”. “Finally accepting her as your side chick, huh? Splendid job, son”, the devil praises you. You shake your head lightly to rid his voice from your brain and focus on the girl in your arms. “I’m so sorry but you need to leave soon, darling. Make sure no one sees you, okay?”, you peck the top of her head apologetically.

You help her put on her clothes, starting from her panties. Before you give her the sports bra back, you quickly nibble her tits; “soft and perky, exactly my favorites”, you comment. Dahyun blushes as she tries to put on her sports bra; “tha-thank you, oppa. I know they’re not as big—“. You cut her off by giving her a peck on the lips, “what’s the point of comparing yourself with others, sweetie?”. Dahyun’s cheeks get even redder at your words, “oh, how sweet. Xinyu-unnie must be—oh, fuck”. You cut her off again with a squeeze in the neck, “say her name one more time, I fucking dare you”. You let go of her neck right away and clarifies to her, “I can be both sweet and mean at any given moment. It just depends on how you act around me. Are we clear?”. She nods in understanding, so you hand her jeans back and she puts them on right away. “I like how you dress, sweetie. Dress like this when we’re together, please”, you say as she puts on her cardigan. After making sure that she’s ready to go, you give her a quick kiss on the lips and let her go back to her room. “Make sure no one knows about this, okay?”, you say as Dahyun leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

You take a glance at your watch and see that you have around 90 minutes before you need to go to the hall again. You decide to take a nap as planned until you either wake up from the alarm or a flurry of missed calls from Xinyu. “What are we becoming, Seo Dahyun?”, you question yourself, “oh, God, Xinyu would be so hurt if she finds out about this; she was my first and now I’m two-timing her—fuck, I’m so damn stupid”.

You wake up before the alarm rings, 20 minutes to spare before the session starts. You decide to go to the hall right away after texting Xinyu to tell her that you’re heading there first. You see Professor Kim Taeyeon walking to the hall as well, looking mad attractive as ever. “Professor Kim”, you greet her simply. “Hi, sweetie”, she says with a warm smile―she has a habit of calling her favorite students with pet names, and you entered her list after making the dean’s list thrice in a row. “You look like you have a lot going on. You can tell me, sweetie; you know I don’t judge”, she says as the both of you enter the hall. You picture in your head how hurt Xinyu would be if she finds out that you’re cheating, and the sting of guilt makes you shed a tear. “I, uh, I fucked up, professor”, you confess with tears on your cheeks, “I betrayed Xinyu terribly”. “Let’s sit down before we continue, okay?”, she takes your hand and drags you to sit down.

She makes you sit in front of her, “go on, please”. You decide not to hide anything from her because you trust her that much. “There’s this girl that has been chasing me even though she knows I’m dating Xinyu, and instead of addressing it with Xinyu and pushing her away, my dumb ass gave her the opportunity so now she’s my side chick—excuse my language, professor”, you confess teary-eyed while looking down in shame. Professor Kim sighs, and you figure that she’s disappointed in you. “I hope those tears are coming from a place of guilt”, she says. You nod, “Xinyu would be so hurt if she finds out, and I wouldn’t be able to make it up to her no matter what”. “Humor me with a question, Jisung-ah: which one is more important: your beloved Zhou Xinyu, who has been with you through storms and tranquility, or this new side chick—what’s her name, by the way?”. “Seo Dahyun, professor”, you say. “Seo Dahyun? The freshman?”, she questions you. “You know her, madam?”, you look up to her. She sighs again, “I’ve met her parents before, and I had been told that you invested in them”. You nod again, “my family’s treasurer did it for me, so I don’t know the details”.

She takes your hand in hers and rubs the back of it softly, “would you please answer my question?”. You take a deep breath to recall the question before giving her your answer, “Xinyu is far more important to me than her, professor; she’s been by my side through everything”. She nods in understanding, “we all make mistakes, son—sometimes more regrettable than we’d like to admit, but what matters is how you can learn from it and become a better person”. “Your advice, madam?”, you ask her. It’s now the professor’s turn to take a deep breath, “you said that Xinyu is more important, so let Dahyun-ie go, Jisung-ah. Xinyu deserves the best of you while Dahyun-ie deserves much better than to be someone’s side chick”.

“Oppa!”, Xinyu shouts excitedly when she enters the hall, “oh, I’m sorry—hello, professor”. “Hi, darling”, Professor Kim says with a smile, “welcome”. Xinyu approaches the two of you and then turns to Professor Kim, “why is oppa crying, professor?”. Professor Kim gestures to Xinyu to sit down. “He had a lot in his mind but couldn’t bring himself to talk to you, so he shared some of them with me instead”, she says, “tell me, darling: do you love your president-oppa here?”. Xinyu looks at you and Professor Kim in confusion, “I do, professor. I love him with my entire being”. Professor Kim looks at you with a motherly smile, “see, son? Xinyu loves you as much as you love her. What else is there to doubt?”. Professor Kim then stands up from her seat to prepare for the class, “I’ll give you some space to talk, okay?”.

Xinyu pulls you to your feet and hugs you tautly, “oppa, what is she talking about? Are you okay?”. “I’m okay, sweetie. I’m-I’m so sorry”, you say in a shaky voice, “my mind was full of bullshit, but I didn’t want to bother you with them”. Xinyu sheds a tear of her own after hearing your words, “but-but why not, oppa? Am I not your girlfriend? You can talk to me about your worries, you know”. You pull away from the hug and wipe her tears, “I just couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to you about it, baby. You already have a lot to worry about so I just wanted to be the shoulder you can lean on”. Xinyu puts her forehead on yours, “I’m always here for you, oppa, the same way you’re always here for me”. You nod and peck her forehead, “I love you, darling. I’m sorry for making you worried. Now let’s calm down, okay? People will be here soon”.

You are holding hands with Xinyu during the session, and time flies by like it was nothing. Professor Kim is now offering advice to people who want it, and people start raising their hands. She tells each of them what they need to hear no matter how cold it might sound. “We all make mistakes in our lives, and that’s okay”, she says, repeating her advice for you from earlier, “what’s important is how you deal with it, learn from it, and become a better person after, because falling in the same hole twice is simply foolish. I know I do not look and act like a wise person all the time, but this is what I’ve learned throughout my life—I’ve been in your shoes, but you haven’t been in mine”. You squeeze Xinyu’s hand after hearing the professor’s advice. “I promise I’ll keep improving and become a better person for us, love. You deserve the best of me the same way I deserve the best of you”, you whisper to her. “I love you, oppa”, she whispers back, as if it wasn’t clear as day already.

When you turn to Professor Kim again, you see that she’s smiling at you and Xinyu before turning back to the audience. “Does anyone have any more questions?”, she asks, but no one raises their hand. “One more thing before we wrap things up, ladies and gents: remember to always be honest with yourself and those you love. Tell them you love them and are grateful for them”, she adds, “we come and go like on the freeway, so hold them close while you can”. You look down to process the things she just said, trying not to cry in front of the whole council as you feel like a revelation has been brought to you, courtesy of the one and only Professor Kim Taeyeon. “You may go now”, the professor dismisses the crowd, “I’ll see you back at campus in a few days. Good evening”.

Everyone but Xinyu and Professor Kim has left the hall to do whatever, leaving the three of you in the room. “Take care of each other, will you? I want to see you two live a good life—together, hopefully”, she says. “Thank you, professor. Have a safe flight back”, Xinyu says with a respectful bow. The professor gives her a smile and starts walking away, giving space for you two to have a little catch-up.

You jump up from your seat and pull Xinyu into a passionate kiss. “Thank you for being in my life, baby”, you say after breaking the kiss, “I will do my best to be the best boyfriend for you”. “Oppa, I’m thankful for you as well, you know”, she says in such a calm manner that you rarely hear (because she’s energetic and loud most of the time) combined with a smile that’s as warm as the morning sun, “I’d like to make a promise as well, love: I promise to always be by your side through thick and thin and be the beautiful and graceful girlfriend that you deserve—do you know why, baby?”. You shake your head to encourage her to continue and see where this is going, “because I love you so much, honey, and I sincerely ask you to never leave me because I can’t picture myself alone without you—I’ve never been selfish before, so please allow me to be selfish just this one time”. Xinyu very rarely uses pet names with you, only referring to you as “oppa” (or “daddy” when you two are in bed), so the words she’s saying are hitting you harder than ever, working wonders to convince you to cut ties with Dahyun. The professor was right: these two girls deserve the best life has to offer, and you can’t cater to both at the same time without hurting one of them.

You take her hand with a smile and drag her to leave the hall. “Baby, can you come to my room, please?”, you ask her. “For what reason, Mr. President?”, she says, smirking. You turn the gears in your head to come up with an answer. “You want me to stay by your side, yeah? I’ll do you one better”, you lean in so you can whisper in her ear, “how about I stay inside you instead, baby, hm?”. Xinyu turns away to hide her tomato cheeks. “Oh, my fucking—oppaaaa, what are you saying right noooow? Fuck me, are you even listening to yourself, oppa?”, she says, flustered. You double down and tease Xinyu more. “Fuck you? Yeah, that’s the plan; I’ll be cumming inside you as well”, you say with a naughty smirk. “Aaaaah, why are you like this, oppaaaa”, Xinyu whines, her blush is obvious for anyone to see. You chuckle in amusement, “alright, baby, that’s enough playing around. Now, would you kindly follow me to my room?”.

You decide to call Nakyoung to ask about today’s schedule before jumping into the action. “Nakyoung-ah”, you say as soon as she picks up, “where are you?”. “I’m in my room. I saw that you guys were busy, so I left first”, she says. “Yeah, it’s fine. We had some personal things we needed to address with each other”, you explain, “we don’t have anything important after this, do we? Just the dinner?”. “What do you mean ‘just the dinner?’ We’ll be asking them to make an essay on council project ideas before dinner, remember?”, she says. “Oh, right”, you say, “anyway, we’re skipping dinner, so if anyone asks, tell them we need some time alone and that we’re sorry. We’ll go over their essays with the ministers tomorrow morning”. “Yeah, I can do that”, Nakyoung agrees to your request, “are you guys okay, though? I saw both of you bawl your eyes out earlier. You’re not breaking up, are you?”. Xinyu takes the phone from your hand, “no, we’re not breaking up. In fact, we’ll be solidifying our relationship tonight”. You hear Nakyoung laugh over the phone, “sure, girl, whatever you say—just keep it down when you do it, ‘kay? Have fun!”.

Fun is exactly what you’re aiming for tonight, and while Xinyu knows that as well, you don’t want to jump to it right away. “Baby girl”, you softly call out to her, “I’m not horny for the sake of it, but I do want to show you how much I love you and my options are limited right now”. Xinyu rubs your cheek with her thumb gently, “Oh, is that so? Show me then, oppa, and I’ll show you my love as well”.

Usually, you start by taking off Xinyu’s clothes but this time, you decide to switch it up and take off yours first. “Is it just me or are those biceps bigger?”, Xinyu comments. You flex in front of her, “I don’t know, I haven’t noticed anything yet”. Xinyu’s eyes move down to your cock, “that looks bigger too”. You chuckle, “there’s no need to inflate my ego, love”. “Inflate your—no, I’m dead serious!”, she says as she moves to hold your cock, “you will stretch me for sure”.

Snicker as you pull Xinyu up to her feet to kiss her. “I love you, baby, and I don’t care if I sound like a broken record because I mean it every time”. Xinyu furrows her eyebrows as she tries to remember something. “Wait, that’s my line from when I was bitching about my period, no?”, she crosses her arms and pouts, “apologize for stealing my line or I’m not letting you in my pants—don’t forget the pet name”. “I’m sorry for stealing your line, baby—also, you weren’t bitching; you were in real pain”, you say, adhering to her demand, “can I get in your pants now?”. Xinyu shoves you softly, “sit on the bed and watch me strip”.

Xinyu takes a few steps back and takes off her T-shirt, revealing her tits that’s covered with a simple white bra. You start stroking your cock at the sight, and Xinyu throws her T-shirt at you, “impatient, hm? I like it; makes me feel wanted and beautiful, you know?”. You groan after a particular stroke, “I always want you, beautiful—respectfully”. Xinyu shakes her head as she unbuttons her jeans and pull them down, “you and your words, oppa”.

The sight of Xinyu in her underwear (or naked—just so we’re clear) never gets old for you; “it has to be illegal to be this hot”, you utter while mindlessly stroking your cock. “I can’t get these off, oppa. Wanna help?”, she teases. You’ve never acted so quickly at anyone’s words before, as you jump off the bed and approach her; “woah, relax, oppa”, Xinyu comments. “I don’t know what that word means”, you say, possessed by lust. You make quick work of her bra and panties and throw them to God-knows-where. You then pull her in for a kiss, your tongue wrestling hers like it was AEW.

Xinyu breaks the kiss after a minute so that she can breathe. “Fuck, baby, I want you so bad right now”, you say with a deep, lustful voice. “Just—fuck—just take me already, oppa. I can’t fucking wait anymore”, she says, her breath heavy from the lust. You carry Xinyu to the bed and make her take the bottom position. “Oppa, please, let’s start already—OH”, Xinyu covers her mouth tightly as you immediately ram your cock into her pussy and start fucking her deep. “You’re stretching me, you’re stretching me”, she chants softly in your ear after biting you on the shoulder. You’re tempted to leave a hickey (or a dozen), but you don’t want people to know that you’re having sex, so you leave her neck and chest alone.

Xinyu almost lets out a loud moan, but you squeeze her neck just in time before she does. “I’m sorry, love, but we can’t afford to get caught”, you say to her. “You-you—just cover my mouth, don’t cho-choke me”, she says with troubled breath. You let her neck go and retreat from her exceptionally wet pussy. “On your stomach, please”, you say, “moan into the pillow”. Xinyu nods and rolls over onto her stomach, and you lift her ass up to get a better angle to bang her. After making sure that her face is pressed into the pillow, you start fucking her again, harder this time. You can’t hear what Xinyu’s saying right now, but that’s the whole point of using the pillow.

As you keep fucking her from behind, her asshole keeps peeking from behind her cheeks, and your cock, which has taken over your brain as an organ of thoughts, urges you to do something about it. You take your index finger and touch Xinyu’s rear entrance, and she turns to look at you instantly. “Don’t hurt me, please. I’ve never put anything in there, oppa”, she says. You nod, “do you consent?”. Xinyu gives you a little nod, so you start pushing your finger into her forbidden hole and it forces Xinyu to bite the pillow. “Ngh, you-you’re stretching me, oppa”, she says, and you’re not sure if her expression is that of someone in pain. “Are you okay, baby? Do you want me to pull it out?”, you ask her softly despite your pants. “I-I think I’m fine—try putting in another finger gently”, she says.

You stop your thrusts to focus on the task at hand and put your middle finger in her ass as gently as possible. You hear Xinyu make some sound, but you maintain your concentration and patience to work on her asshole, until her ass finally gives way for your fingers. “S-so full”, she says, “is this what—hngh, God—anal feels like?”. You shake your head in cluelessness, “can I go again, baby?”. “Only if you promise to not your move fingers as you fuck me”, she says. “Of course, love”, you say

You notice as you’re fucking her again that her pussy keeps squeezing your cock randomly and you suspect that she’s close. “Fuck, you’re so tight, princess”, you praise her as you up the pace. “I’m close, oppa; make me cum, please”, she says, confirming your suspicion. Pull out your fingers so that you only need to concentrate on one thing, which is fucking her in the pussy with your cock; “the ass play can wait”, you think to yourself.

“Oppa, I’m cumming; pull out for a second, please”, she utters, so you do as she asks and pull out. You see Xinyu scream into the pillow as you feel her juice hit you in the pelvis area. You wait until she’s done squirting before fucking her again. “I know you’re still sensitive, but I can’t wait. I’m sorry”, you say to her. Xinyu’s moans are getting worryingly loud, so you put a hand on the back of her head to make sure the pillow stifles the sound.

You feel your cock leak in her pussy, and you’re reminded that you haven’t asked if it’s okay to cum inside. “Darling, is it safe today?”, you ask her. “I’ve been taking pills since after my last period, oppa”, she says. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier”, you apologize to her, “I’m cumming inside you, okay, love?”. A few pumps later, you sense that you’re about to bust, so you lodge your cock as deep as you can in her pussy and open the valves. “Stay inside, oppa”, Xinyu says weakly, “God, so warm every time”.

You’ve spent your entire vigor fucking Xinyu, so now you feel weak. “Xinyu-yah, can I pull out now?”, you ask her. “You can, but before you do”, she says, “I want you to take a video of my pussy as your cum drips out of me, oppa”. You’re bewildered by her request, “can I ask why?”. “You’ve said multiple times how hot it looks but I don’t know what it looks like, and now I’m curious”, she answers. You look around the room, “I mean, sure, but where is my phone?”.

Thankfully (and conveniently enough), your phone is on the bedside table under the lamp, within arm’s reach. You open the camera app and switch to video mode, “I’m pulling out, baby”. You aim the camera at your cock as you’re pulling out, and it only occurs to you now how big of a cock it looks, especially on camera; no wonder Xinyu was intimidated and hesitant at first. After your whole shaft is out, you move your aim to record her pussy and wait until your cum starts spilling out of her. “Oh, that’s so thick actually”, you comment as you see your cum escape her pussy. “Yeah, your cum is always thick”, Xinyu replies, “now mute the audio and send it to me”. You fiddle with your phone for a moment and notify her that it’s been done, and Xinyu drops her waist onto the bed to rest.

“You and I are not finished yet, miss vice president”, you say as you lift and carry her on your shoulder. “You want to go again, oppa? You want to make me scream my lungs out this time?”, she says—Xinyu has this pure, innocent girl façade but she’s quite naughty actually. You chuckle, “I’m spent, love. What I meant is I want to help you clean up—stop being so perverted all the time, hon, damn”. “Aaah, oppa, why are you teasing me like that? It’s not my fault you’re so good at sex”, she complains while smacking your back playfully.

You make her sit on the toilet and kneel in front of her. “I’m good at sex because of you, love. You’re my first so I hadn’t the slightest clue about sex back then, but you patiently helped and guided me and here we are”, you tell her. You always mean what you say—well, 90% of the time—so Xinyu knows without a shadow of a doubt that your words are sincere. “You just fucked my brains out and now you’re talking like this, oppa?”, Xinyu says. She then takes a breath and starts her rant: “this is why I want to stay by your side, oppa. Imagine what it would be like for me if you left and then I got with someone else and because I’ve been so conditioned to hearing your sincerity and honesty, I couldn’t tell if my boyfriend was lying, and then—". You cut off her train of words with a kiss. “I understand, love. I want to stay with you as much as you want to stay with me—cross my heart”, you say to her with a smile. “There you go, son”, the angel makes a return and commends you, “you’ve finally remembered how important she is to you”.

You stand up and pull her into the shower, and then Xinyu pulls you into another kiss. “Your cock is poking me”, she giggles, “are you actually still horny? Want me to suck you?”. ‘Tis your turn to chuckle, “how can I not have a boner when you’re naked in front of me?”. She turns away from you and puts her hands on the wall, “One day, I’ll be naked for you 24/7 and just let you do whatever to me: play with my tits, cum on my face, shove your cock down my throat, et cetera”. You feel a rush of excitement in your head instantly, “um, can we do that next weekend?”. She lets out a laugh, “you can’t have enough of me ever, can you?”.

“No”, you say firmly, “I can’t. You’re just too hot”.

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Professor.

One of the most disgusting things that exists in this world is the human mind. The human mind is the source of all bad things humans do, consciously and unconsciously. It’s where we have our darkest and most private thoughts. It’s also the place where we have our involuntary thoughts. The thoughts that you have, the ones that you disagree with, but still have because they are as true as your disagreeing ones.

I hated the college that I went to. Not because it was a bad one, it was one of the best, but because I was always surrounded by people who thought they were better than everyone else. People that would look at the “lower” colleges and think about how stupid those people must be if they only got into “that one”. The teachers weren’t much better. No matter how much some of them try to deny it, they will always feel a sense of superiority compared to other college professors, because they work at this one. They also feel a sense of superiority over the students, which doesn’t go unnoticed by new arrivals. When you are new to a space, you go in more aware of what is going on. People that have studied there long enough get used to how people view them, or in this example how teachers view them. But new arrivals, they notice how the teachers always seem to have a hint of……well….as if they are speaking to a child when they speak to them. Making the new arrivals feel belittled.

Humans can ignore a lot of things, but being belittled seems to always strike a nerve.

I never wanted to return to the campus. It’s a beauty to the eye and an annoyance to the mind. But business is business. If this could even classify as that.

They wanted me to work here. Despite my distaste for the school and most who stepped foot on it, I was a great student even for their high standards. Since a young age I’ve strived to always want to know more, but I wasn’t a young genius (a common lie teachers tell about me when they brag that I was in their class, no matter what grade). I was smart, sure, but only when I applied myself, which wasn’t often. I only cared to study things I wanted to, anything else that I “needed” to study, well…I nearly failed a few grades. And the things I wanted to study were either not part of what we needed to study, or they were things teachers considered far too “advanced” for me.

Looking back, I can’t blame them. Who would encourage a ten-year-old to learn a new language when they were failing the grammar of their first language?

My interests always revolved around the same things. I loved reading books, so I wanted to read as much as possible, meaning I knew a lot of random things. And despite what some self-proclaimed “educated” people say, reading fiction is actually quite good for you. It helps you be more empathetic, increases your vocabulary, and makes you understand people even more.

(The first one is quite useless if you plan to go to the same college as me. You’ll get stepped on like a cockroach by overly polished shoes that cost more than your rent if you act to nice and understanding. Fair warning.)

I know it sounds like I’m honking my own horn. “oh, look at me, I was smart as a kid but my teachers didn’t notice. I went to a top college and am an ungrateful bitch, wow”.

No. I hate that some people know that I have a good head on my shoulders. You can’t play dumb when you want to. You think too much when you are like that, too self-aware of what you are thinking and what that means.

I had that as a kid too. I was always hyper aware of people and what they were thinking. I had what some people would say an exceptionally high emotional intelligence from a young age. I could know exactly what someone was feeling from watching them, and I could guess what the cause what, even if I barely knew them. That always helped me in school a lot, avoiding fights, stopping fights, and getting on the good side of the scary people.

But I’m getting off topic.

Long life story short, I became a “genius”. I learned multiple languages for fun on my own time because that was what interested me. I wrote stories because that was what interested me. I studied languages and psychology because that was what interested me. I got into this college and did well when I applied myself. Well enough so that years later, when I did well with my books that they wanted me to do lectures.

I wanted no part in it. But my favorite teacher, Mrs. Welling, asked me personally to at least talk to Mr. Rossi. Mrs. Welling was the only teacher I liked past elementary. She is as old as the books in the library. Her skin is withered like the paper too. So, I came. It’s hard for me to say no when people that I actually like ask me to do something. Something I’m also hyper aware of.

…

I knocked on the door to his office, a little sign on the door with neat black font saying “Mr. Rossi”.

“Come in” I never met the dude, but I knew it was him, it was a male voice, and you could just hear from those two words alone what kind of person he was, and wanted to be. You could hear that he well educated and tried to seem even more educated. You could hear the hint of an accent that he desperately wanted to hide. You could also hear he was young, late twenties. Though I guess that last one it unfair since I already knew that about him. He was a new teacher to the school, and Mrs. Welling had told me about him in the letter she wrote (she’s one of those old women that send letters with pressed flowers from their personal garden).

I opened the door and looked around.

The entire room was made of wood. The walls were beautifully carved with dark wood, candles littered all around lighting up all the books on the shelves (all bound with leather or cloth, a professor would never dare have a modern looking book in their office). Despite the room having no windows it was well lit with all the candles. It smelled like, you guessed it, burning candles, paper, and……a cologne. I tried not to grimace at the smell. It smelled nice, but I never liked the smell of cologne when I didn’t expect it. I got used to it quickly.

It reminded me off all the other rooms in the school, not specifically from the layout, but the feel. The type of place you could go mad in if you were mentally well.

Mr. Rossi was sitting at his desk, smiling. He had dark brown hair that reached his shoulders, styled in a “messy way” that looked good. He had dark eyes with lashes that any woman would envy, and thick eyebrows. And sun-kissed skin, but not in the orange glowing way, the type that is dark and cold. Like the sun has touched his skin but not his soul. If I had to make a guess, he was Italian.

“You’re early, are you actually interested? Didn’t take you as the type to play hard to get and then seem interested.”

I looked at him with my usual expression, nothing. An expression that has protected me from all the wolf in sheep’s clothing at this school.

“No, I just hate being late, and the sooner I get this over with the sooner I can work on my next book.”

He smiled at me, I hated that I knew what that look in his eyes meant. I missed my house, somewhere to be alone.

“Please, take a seat, I was hoping that I could convince you to truly be interested in my offer.”

I sat down and debated quickly how to sit. He’s a smart man, so he’ll know however I sit will indicate how I feel. I decided to sit straight with my hands laying on top of each other in my lap. Indicating that I’m not relaxed, or comfortable, but that I’m not resorting to self-soothing behavior that would indicate weakness. Though my hands desperately wanted to rub together.

He stared at me, still smiling, and I stared back at him. I knew what his eyes meant, his politeness couldn’t get rid of it. He was interested. Not in getting me to work here, though he also would benefit from that, but he was interested in me as a ….concept? thing? It’s hard to tell sometimes.

“You’re quite an intriguing case you know.”

I didn’t respond.

“Most students when they get out can’t wait to talk about their time here, some wishing they could have stayed longer. Or at the very least brag any chance they get. But you never once mentioned it publicly. Not in your books, interviews, anything.”

“That’s my private life, I see no reason to bring it up in my work.”

Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking at me like that.

He was curious, he wanted to pick apart my brain, he wanted to know what I was thinking, he wanted to know what I was feeling, he wanted to know know know know know know.

“You know the students here often say you are one of the few real writers in this generation. They could really benefit from having someone like you in lectures.” He used an encouraging tone, one you would use to encourage a child to try a new hobby.

“I don’t care much for teaching, and I don’t agree with their opinion. There are plenty of great writers in this generation. I’m hardly a rarity.”

“Modest as ever,” He praised, “but they are saying the thing everyone else agrees with. So, you’re outnumbered there.”

He leaned backwards in his chair a little and continued,

“You never advertised your books, just published them under a pen name and left them, not caring if people read your books or not, just wanted to publish them. Not like the money hungry “great” writers that you speak of. You’ve never done anything to try and get you more money. The only interviews you’ve ever done were when people wanted advice and help from you, or to understand your stories more, you don’t care for advertising. You-“

“Me not advertising myself doesn’t mean I’m great, and as much as I would usually prefer professionalism, I would prefer now if you stopped trying to praise me into saying yes to your offer.”

I hated it I just wanted to leave. Both because I knew I didn’t want the job, but because I knew too much of what he was thinking. Being hyper aware of people’s thoughts is never fun. And being hyper aware of your own is even worse.

He looked at me….in…. that way……I…..stop thinking about that and move on, get away around it already for fucks sake.

I interrupted him before he could say anything.

“Thank you for the praise, and you can tell your students that I appreciate it, but I’m not interested in working here or any other teaching job. Not even for a few short lectures. I like my private life, and I’m not interested in anything that deviates from that.”

He smiled. He didn’t fail to smile once.

“I understand. And I agree, that being professional will only drag this out, so I’ll get to it a little.”

He leaned forward, in a way that tries to impose authority.

“You fascinate me, as you already know.”

I didn’t deny that, waiting for him to continue.

He pulled out a book as he continued to speak, “One of the main things that teachers often pointed out when looking back on the time you spent here was that you are very perceptive. I looked into your files and saw that you avoided a few….incidents…because you detected the signs. Good intuition.”

He flipped through the book as he spoke, the book had no cover title to show what it was about.

“Darlings that are that aware tend to try and avoid dark topics, their minds already occupied with such thoughts, but you seemed more than interested in those thoughts. Your library check outs show that you were highly interested in books about psychology, specifically darling psychology, though you had more than the average amount of books on the OTHER psychology.”

He listed a few off in the book he was looking at. The book was about me clearly.

He looked at me again, trying to search my eyes for what I was thinking, and when he didn’t find what he was looking for he continued.

“You seem to also have a high level of empathy, not just in your general EQ score but some of your personal essays.” He flipped through a few pages of what I assumed were those essays.

“You seemed to have a very understanding view of you-know-what’s, explaining the different reasons they feel the ways they do, both biological reasons and psychological reasons. You never villainized them like how some others do.”

He looked in my eyes again, searching for something, “why is that?”

I stared back at him.

“…. understanding and open-minded.”

He smiled, but it seemed more real this time, “you really are a sweetheart behind those dead eyes of yours.”

I was getting nervous, it didn’t show, but I felt it. I was becoming more and more aware of our surrounding, his breath, his movements, and what I picked up on him. And I became more and more aware about what I was feeling.

“Did you ever read “The Lying Heart” by Emily Gatsby?”

“Yes, it’s a study on how some darlings develop an attachment to “certain” people, despite them being aware that those feelings are wrong. No doubt you already knew that I read that book from my records.”

“You seemed fond of that book, no?”

“She’s a great writer, and her research was amazing, even though it wasn’t appreciated at the time.”

He nodded.

He closed the book before looking at me.

“why didn’t you press charges against the man that tried to kidnap you?”

…

I didn’t answer and didn’t plan to.

I got up.

“This seems to have went down a few wrong turns, Mr. Rossi. I came here out of politeness to listen to you offer me a job I don’t’ want. Instead, you go in circles about me and then bring up private business from when I studied here. I’ll be leaving now.”

He hadn’t been going in circles, he was going straight down a path that I never wanted him to reach the end of.

I walked to the door and already had my hand on the handle, when he said it,

“You’re “a lover’s dream”, aren’t you?”

I froze.

I heard him laugh, and I turned around I saw that he had also gotten up from his seat and made his way to me but kept a good distance between us.

I contemplated my actions,

“You’re incorrect.”

“now don’t try to lie no-“

“I’m a “Darling’s Self hell”.”

Saying it out loud made me have to silently accept all the thoughts I was having the whole time. The way that I thought he was attractive from the beginning. The way that despite how much I hated the way I felt preyed upon by his eyes that tried to look into my soul, I found it highly attractive. The way that I liked how he gave off an air of threat, of danger. Not the danger to me physically, or mentally (technically), but the attraction of danger.

He smiled, but this time it was a real smile, a wolf like smile that I still found attractive,

“I’m glad we finally stopped beating around the bush. Now….where does that leave the two of us? You already know I’m infatuated with you, and I know that you have an unwanted attraction to me.”

He approached me a bit more, I walked around him, keeping a distance and avoiding a door being behind my back.

“I don’t plan to kidnap you, that’s not something I personally fancy doing. What I do want though, is you indulging that part of your brain that finds this attractive. Indulge me a little.”

It sounded so tempting, I hate to admit it even now, but it was so tempting. To indulge that part of my brain that liked this, that loved this.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t say yes, or nod.

“Since we have both clearly read “The Lying Heart”, we both know that Miss Gatsby clearly illustrated that a “Darling’s self-hell” have unwanted, intrusive thoughts that they don’t agree with. The same way some self-aware you-know-what’s aren’t fond of their mind either. So we both know that I would never agree to such an arrangement.”

“And, yet, you didn’t press charges against him. You didn’t’ seem to care then about what was socially acceptable.”

“Those are two very different levels of socially unacceptable.”

“Some people have already outcasted you for having sympathy for a “lover”, how much worse would it be to be with me?”

“I would say it’s the difference between burning yourself on a candle, and jumping into an active volcano.”

He chuckled, “A lot of the students here actually find me quite charming.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“No, not like that, I don’t engage with students, how low do you think of me?”

“Low enough to bring up personal matters that happened while I was still a student here. Bringing them up while you’re actually supposed to be professional by offering me a job. And low enough to not take a no.”

He nodded, “Fair.”

It didn’t matter that he was attractive. It didn’t matter that I found his forwardness attractive. It didn’t matter that a part of me liked this attention. It didn’t matter because these thoughts aren’t my own. They are something my brain makes against my will, therefore, they are not my own, and I am not tied to them.

“This has went on long enough. I won’t be accepting ANY offer from you. Be that job related or other. Have a nice day Mr. Rossi, and do no try to contact me again in the future, this was a one and done thing.”

I sped off to the door, opening it and leaving immediately. I didn’t care that it looked weak, showing that I was deeply bothered by all of it. Running away like a rabbit or a deer. I just didn’t want to give him a chance to say or do anything else.

I left the hell built like heaven, avoiding the eyes of students as some of them pointed and whispered amongst themselves. Letting the breeze carry their questions. “Is that them?” “No way, really?” “who is that?”

I never thought I would write about that day. Not anywhere but my journal at least. But in light of the recent movements and criticisms towards Emily Gatsby’s works I thought this would benefit more people than it would hurt me.

I’m aware that in this piece I have outed myself as one of the types that Emily Gatsby coined in her book “The Lying Heart”, but as I will quote from her, page 17, paragraph 3 “There should be no shame when it comes to our biology. We should not blame a man for only having one arm, or a woman for being infertile. We should not blame a child for being a mute or a dog for being blind. And we should never blame a darling for being a darling. We can only pass criticism about what someone does, not what someone is.”

As of the time of this writing, there are currently charges against Mr. Rossi for attempted kidnapping, stalking, blackmailing, breaking and entering, and theft. From yours truly.

I shall end this piece with a word to an editor, who encouraged me to not write nor publish this.

Scheiß auf dich du alter sack.

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-✨🥐anon (Sorry for any typos! Wrote this while the wolves were howling outside.)

wowww i did not think that was the path we were going down at the end, from the way this started. the dialogue in this is probably the best you’ve written in my opinion and the banter was so good bc “you’re quite a sweetheart behind your dead eyes” took me out 😭

love love love the meta concept of a self aware universe of ‘lovers’ and darlings. love that professor, and the way he was trying to pick reader’s brain, when they wanted nothing to do with him. even the part with how darling is mindful of how they sit down so as to not give away any weakness fuck yah

interesting that they have entire books dedicated to the topic, with subtypes of darlings. i wonder what other categories exist besides ‘a lover’s dream’ and the self hell one,,

lowkey need Mr rossi carnally ❤️❤️ even if he is an “old bastard” LMAO

#ring ring #lovely anons #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Two

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Two: In the Academy

Summary: (Y/N) continues on in Starfleet and meets someone unusual, but not unlikeable, at the Academy.

(Y/N) focused intently on their notes in the lecture. Stubbornly, they ignored the feelings of confusion and general negativity that always accompanied higher-level lectures. Some students just never had a good time. But (Y/N) was determined to focus through the haze of emotions. They had been around empaths their entire life—a few non-psychics with less psychic presence wouldn’t be a problem.

“That’s all for today,” said the instructor, and everyone packed up and left.

(Y/N) threw their back over their shoulder and walked out of the room. In their head, they planned how they were going to fit the homework for this class into their study schedule for midterms coming up.

“Hey, (L/N), do you want to study later?” said their friend Uhura—a student a few years behind them but advanced enough in languages to be taking communications courses with them.

“Sure,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But is your roommate Gaila coming?”

“I don’t think so. She’s going out tonight on another date,” said Uhura.

“She isn’t bringing another guy back to your room, is she?” said (Y/N).

“I hope not. I’m going to have to talk to her about that if we keep rooming for the next few years,” sighed Uhura.

(Y/N) chuckled.

“I wish I was in your year, and then I could room with you,” said Uhura.

“I have my own room for accommodations against being constantly overwhelmed by others’ emotions,” said (Y/N). Their empathy wasn't a disability, but it was a cause for accommodations where they could be given, and Starfleet was committed to serving the different needs of its students. “So I don’t think that would happen.”

“Oh, right,” said Uhura, nodding. “How are the rest of your classes going?”

“I’m in my last year, so they’re just getting harder and harder,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“I still have like…two years until that level of difficult,” said Uhura. “For most of my courses, anyways.”

“Don’t you have three years of school left?” said (Y/N), raising an eyebrow.

“I’m going to finish early,” said Uhura confidently.

“That’s going to be a lot of hard work, but if anyone can do it, it’s you,” said (Y/N).

The pair walked into one of the dining halls and went to grab food.

Uhura grinned. “I’m glad someone takes me seriously. Sometimes some of the students are so condescending. Especially the ones in our communications class.”

“Right, they think because they’re older they’re smarter,” said (Y/N), laughing and rolling their eyes.

“Are they like that with you?” asked Uhura.

“A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N). “I don’t go around talking about test scores or grades with everyone, so they think that I’m not doing well.”

“I’ve heard them mention your psychic abilities. Does the empathy make it harder?” asked Uhura.

“No,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Some people don’t want to take me seriously because I’m an empath and focus on emotions.”

“Ugh, are they some of those ‘facts over feelings’ people who just ignore that the world needs both?” said Uhura, rolling her eyes.

“You’re perceptive as ever,” said (Y/N), laughing and sitting down with their friend.

However, Uhura’s words rang true. Due to their attractive features and impressive empathy, people perceived them as weaker than they really were. They were constantly underestimated, not taken seriously. They didn’t see (Y/N)’s ability to sense emotions as an advantage; they saw it as a weakness because, to them, emotions clouded judgement.

They couldn’t see the whole picture. (Y/N) could. In the real world, facts were helpful, but the emotions within people, people affected by facts, were just as significant. (Y/N) understood that, so no matter how many times people overlooked their dedication to Starfleet as a passing folly of someone in tune with emotions.

“Hey, (L/N), what are you up to today?”

(Y/N) sighed as the familiar emotions that made them disgusted flew over them and they turned to see the face of a familiar classmate.

“Flynn,” said (Y/N) civilly. “I’m studying.”

“Are you sure you’re not interested in going out? Tonight? With me?” said Flynn, grinning.

And there was the beauty issue. It wouldn’t be a problem if (Y/N) was just attractive and that was it. But no. People had to make it a problem by thinking that they were just a pretty face. That they were making their way through the academy by being attractive and giving a smile to everything. That they were someone everyone could flirt with successfully.

(Y/N) certainly couldn’t change anyone’s mind on the first two issues. But the third was not something they let slide. They were their own person and deserved to be respected as such.

“No, I’m not,” said (Y/N). “I’m studying tonight.”

“Oh, come on, it could be fun,” said Flynn. “I know how to have a good time.” He winked.

“They gave you their answer, Flynn,” shot back Uhura. “Go back to your friends and leave us alone.”

“I’m waiting for their answer,” snapped Flynn.

“Which I already gave you. Twice. I’m not interested in you,” said (Y/N), lacing their fingers. “So I’d appreciate being left alone.”

Flynn scowled and stomped away.

Uhura rolled her eyes. “What a jerk.”

(Y/N) waved a hand. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. His pride is wounded. He won’t try it again.”

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” said Uhura.

“It’s alright. We’ve all had bad experiences with people,” said (Y/N), smiling.

They just got more than others since they had a bit more of an attractive face than others. Luckily, (Y/N) could sense people’s emotions when they approached them and knew if any connection was going to be genuine or for the sake of their own fun. And (Y/N) knew one thing: they weren’t going to date anyone that didn’t really care about them as a person above anything else.

(Y/N) sighed as they checked the clock. “I should head back to my dorm,” they said. “I have a longer walk than you, and I have a lab in the morning.”

“Alright,” said Uhura. “I should sleep, too. I have an exam tomorrow.”

“Good luck,” said (Y/N), waving as they left.

They headed through the Science Quad of Starfleet Academy towards the upper-classroom dorms. The sun had set already, but lights illuminated the well-worn paths. (Y/N) hoisted their bag farther on their back as they passed the largest lab building.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) stopped as a voice called out to them from the lawn next to them. Flynn stepped out, flanked by his friends Stephenson and Boone. Feeling the tension of their emotions resting heavy in the air, (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

“You still uninterested in going out?” said Flynn, crossing his arms.

“Yes,” replied (Y/N) instantly. “I’m heading back to my dorm.”

“Oh, then how about I come with you?” said Flynn, and his friends snickered.

“I’m not interested in you, Flynn, or what you have in mind,” said (Y/N). “Leave me alone.”

“Hey, don’t be so mean to Flynn. He’s a really great guy,” said Stephenson, stepping up.

(Y/N) gripped the strap of their bag tighter. “That doesn’t mean I have to be interested in them.”

“Oh, come on, a nice, handsome guy deserves such a pretty person,” said Boone. “Just give him a chance.”

(Y/N) glanced around. They were alone. “No. I’ve made myself clear. If you continue to harass me, I’ll report you.”

“Report me? Why? We’re just having a conversation,” said Flynn, stepping a pace closer.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t take another step towards me. I know what you feel. Just leave me alone.”

“Don’t be so rude,” said Boone.

“We’re being nice,” said Stephenson.

“Come on, just try having some fun,” said Flynn, reaching out.

The moment his hand touched (Y/N)’s arm, the emotions became unbearable, and (Y/N) reacted to protect themself. They swung their back, and it hit Flynn in the face. He fell back to the ground. Stephenson and Boone jumped in surprise and turned towards (Y/N).

“Don’t touch me,” said (Y/N), holding their bag tightly. “Don’t ever touch me.”

They were ready to swing again. Backing up, they kept an eye on Boone while Stephenson helped Flynn up. Only one option left. (Y/N) turned and ran. They ran until they were out of breath, legs burning from strain, and safely back in their dorm.

(Y/N) frowned and held their bag tightly. They had never had anyone trying to flirt with them go so far. (Y/N) had a feeling—that had nothing to do with their empathy—they had just brought trouble to their life.

But I did the only thing I could. It was the logical thing.

“Cadet (L/N)?”

(Y/N) looked up from their books to see an academy administrator standing next to them. They quickly stood at attention.

“Sir,” they said.

“Cadet (L/N), you are requested to come before the Starfleet Academy Committee of Student Behavior for a disciplinary hearing,” said the officer.

“May I ask for what, sir?” asked (Y/N).

“For violence against another cadet.”

Flynn.

“Cadet (L/N), you stand accused of an act of unprovoked violence against a fellow Cadet, Cadet Flynn,” said the leader of the disciplinary committee, Barnett.

(Y/N) stood before them, circled by men and women with severe expressions in grey uniforms. They straightened their shoulders, wearing their red uniform proudly.

“The accusation is substantiated by Cadet Boone and Cadet Stephenson,” said another council member.

(Y/N) didn’t glance to their left where Boone, Stephenson, and Flynn sat. Their smug satisfaction was smog in the air.

“What have you to say in defense?” said another counselor.

“I admit I was in an altercation with Cadet Flynn,” said (Y/N) firmly. “But Cadet Flynn initiated. I responded in self-defense.”

“That is not what Cadets Flynn, Stephenson, and Boone claim,” said the counselor. “They claim you lost control of your anger and frustration due to the pressure of testing.”

Using emotions against me because I’m an empath. (Y/N) refused to show their annoyance.

“What do you claim occurred?” said Barnett.

“Cadet Flynn accosted me with Cadets Stephenson and Boone. I attempted to leave the situation, but Cadet Flynn turned physical, so I defended myself from harm,” said (Y/N).

“Do you have anyone to substantiate your claims?”

(Y/N) paused. “No.” Flynn’s self-satisfaction grew.

“If I may.”

All eyes turned to one of the officers observing the hearing. The room was large, but since this wasn’t a large issue, only the committee, cadets involved, and any officer who wished to be up-to-date with the issues of the academy (some were very involved in improving the campus so kept informed on these types of problems and altercations).

The officer stood in a grey commander’s uniform. He had short, black hair and brown eyes. Severe eyebrows were offset by pointed years. He was a Vulcan.

“Commander Spock,” acknowledged Barnett. “State your business.”

“I am a witness to the altercation in this hearing,” said Spock.

(Y/N) furrowed their brow. But there had been no one around. Still, the fear that spiked through Flynn, Boone, and Stephenson satisfied (Y/N).

“I was in the laboratory preparing scenarios for a new Kobayashi Maru simulation,” said Spock. “I noticed a group of cadets outside of the window due to the strategic placement of Cadets Boone, Flynn, and Stephenson around Cadet (L/N). It was an attack formation like that of starships.”

“We were just talking to them and standing there,” burst out Flynn defensively.

His nerves betrayed the lie to (Y/N)’s empathy, but that didn’t matter.

“Sit down, Cadet Flynn. You will begin another chance to speak if you wish,” said the counselor severely, and Flynn wilted. “Continue, Commander Spock.”

“Cadet Flynn, Cadet Stephenson, and Cadet Boone moved closer to Cadet (L/N), who attempted to extricate themself from the situation,” said Spock. “Cadet Flynn then grabbed Cadet (L/N)’s arm. Cadet (L/N) swung their bag and hit Cadet Flynn in order to separate themself from any farther harm.” He held himself formally, and his gaze flicked out over the group. “They did not initiate the altercation and acted only to escape the dispute.”

“Cadet Flynn, you may speak again,” said Barnett.

“He’s lying. I don’t know why, but it’s not true. That Vulcan is just covering for the empath, another psychic, messing up and losing control,” said Flynn, panicked and emotional.

Not acting rationally. A mistake in this situation, thought (Y/N).

“I am a Vulcan, Cadet,” said Spock. “I do not lie.”

Flynn paled. Not only was that a true, known statement, but Flynn had just made a bigoted statement against a commanding officer, a distinguished graduate of Starfleet Academy.

“Thank you, Commander Spock,” said Barnett.

Spock nodded.

“Cadet Flynn, Cadet Boone, Cadet Stephenson, we will reconvene tomorrow for a disciplinary hearing on your actions,” said Barnett, looking at the three men. “Cadet (L/N), you will be called as a victim in the incident, but you may leave for now.”

“Thank you, sir,” said (Y/N).

“I’m glad those three got what they deserved,” said Uhura after (Y/N) explained everything that had happened. “Otherwise I would’ve been in an ‘unprovoked altercation with them.’ No one hurts my friend.”

(Y/N) laughed at Uhura’s fierce loyalty. She was truly a great friend. “Thanks, Uhura.”

“At least Commander Spock in defense of you,” said Uhura. “Cadets and officers respect him.”

(Y/N) nodded. “It was my word against three men, so his statement helped.” They paused as they saw the very man they were speaking about walking across the quad. “Oh, there he is.”

“I can tell you want to go and speak to him,” said Uhura.

“I didn’t get a chance to say thank you for his appearance during the hearing,” confirmed (Y/N).

“Go on. It’s almost class time for me, anyways,” said Uhura. “Bye!”

(Y/N) waved before walking across the quad. “Commander Spock?”

He paused and turned to face them. “Cadet (L/N),” he acknowledged.

“I wanted to thank you for speaking at my hearing,” said (Y/N).

“It was three men accosting a single individual. It was evident their words would be taken against yours, even if a lie. The logical choice was to step in,” said Spock.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. “It was still helpful, so thank you.”

“Do you have a class?” said Spock.

“No,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “Not for another hour.”

“Would you be opposed to answering a few questions in regard to your empathy as a Celian? I have not met another, and I appreciate an understanding of the more promising cadets graduating,” said Spock.

I’m a promising cadet? (Y/N) stood a little taller. They had been working very hard for years to prove their skill. To hear it recognized felt nice.

“I don’t mind answering any questions,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Spock nodded and began walking once more, likely towards his office or a lab. (Y/N) followed alongside him.

“What is your specialty?” said Spock.

“Negotiations and Communications,” said (Y/N).

“Your empathy assists you in gauging reactions,” said Spock, nodding.

(Y/N) nodded. “But I work around it when I can’t sense their emotions,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“There are limits in all psychic abilities,” said Spock. He glanced at them. “Are you able to sense my emotions?”

“No. Vulcans do not embrace or react with their emotions, and they have psychic blocks for just such things, so I cannot sense their emotions,” said (Y/N), smiling. They didn’t mind having a “weakness.” They didn’t need to sense everyone’s emotions all the time. They were good with people anyways. “Though I likely could if I touched someone blocking their emotions. The contact allows for a connection to form.”

Spock nodded. These were logical vulnerabilities and solutions. “And Celians embrace their emotions.”

“Well, we had to,” said (Y/N), laughing lightly. “Our planet found peace by embracing the idea of respecting others’ emotions and working together when someone is in pain. If we hadn’t, we would have destroyed ourselves.”

“A very different culture from Vulcan,” said Spock. Celia’s solution to strife was to embrace emotion; Vulcan’s solution was to reject emotion. “Fascinating.”

“It is interesting,” agreed (Y/N). “But they both found peace, so that’s what matters. I think the humans call it ‘two sides of the same coin.’ ” Their golden eyes gleamed in amusement. “Logos and pathos.”

Spock raised a brow in the slightest betrayal of mirth. “Quite.”

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hindulivesmatter · 10 months ago

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I'm from the USA and took a lot of Indian history courses at my university. You might already know this or have guessed it, but a lot of what we learned was taught from a leftist--and at times explicitly Marxist--perspective. This was even stronger in other (but thankfully not all!) social studies departments where there were classes focusing solely on various social ills of Hinduism with regard to caste and issues of feminism, yet almost nothing negative could be said if it might be critical of Islam or Muslim figures, (Mahmud of Ghazni being a notable exception for one of my professors.) There was a whole class on British colonialism; no details were spared. Horrible famines in the Deccan, Odisha, Bengal. The decimation of the textile industry. Banning bharatanatyam. The salt tax. Accounts of how a British man kicked one of his servants to death, and another of how the poor and sick congregated outside the gates of a hospital in the south that at the time would only help Europeans. Jallianwala Bagh. But Aurangzeb? Completely whitewashed. You would think Sikhs carry a kirpan for no reason. It was only through reading additional books and documents for my essays and projects that I learned about how he tore down temples, smashed murtis (and stole valuable ones,) levied a double tax on non-Muslims, etc. I remember reading an account of a traveler going through the south at the time of the Deccan wars, remarking on how you could find entire villages empty and deserted fields full of unharvested crops because the people had fled advancing armies. In one region his forces simply killed some Telugu-speaking Brahmins serving the local king rather than force them to convert, and in another his forces captured a royal scribe, forced him to convert to Islam, and forcibly circumcized him before the man killed himself. Obviously the history of all things under the umbrella of Hinduism or any other system is not perfect, but there was a huge difference in how critical you could be of Hinduism (and even western traditions/ideas) compared to Islam.

Sometimes I daydream about what it would have been like to study Sangam literature in India or to experience Andal without needing an English translation, or going to translate old Sanskrit copies of the Mahabharata whose telling is unique to a certain village or something. But ultimately I'm glad I chose to be a research scientist instead and have a career in that, because I don't think I would have been able to succeed in academia unless I were a leftist. :\ Honestly I feel like even going to hang out with ISKCON for a few days would be a better introduction to Hinduism for the average person abroad with zero knowledge than a class called "Intersections of Gender and Caste in Hinduism" or something.

Very telling how Hinduism, and even Christianity is ripped apart in academia, yet when it comes to Islam, it is a religion of "tolerance, and beauty that respects women."

Honestly, though, it's because of how severely they react when their religion is criticized or even inspected. Apostates are given death, women who do not obey are given death, anyone who utters a word against their precious prophets is given, you guessed it! Death.

No religion is perfect, humans can be horrific creatures, and even Hinduism cannot escape that. But Islam has committed far more war crimes than any other religion.

It absolutely boils my blood to see traces of colonizers in our cities. One side of my family hails from Aurangabad, named aftre Aurangzeb, and you already know the atrocities he committed.

It's so fucking insidious to see how the youth have been told what to think. My own friend claimed to me, verbatim: "You cannot be neutral in the Israel-Palestine war. Either you support Palestine, or you support genocide."

Support Hamas? Support terrorism? The same terrorism that affects us? Has everyone forgotten 26/11?

It makes me so sad to think of the future we could have had. Sanskrit would be the most spoken language, instead of English. Gurukuls would exist, and India would still have all of its wealth.

You're right, even ISKCON is better than the propaganda they feed people about our religion.

#anon asks #answered #hinduphobia #anon i'm glad you didnt get brainwashed thats the silver lining at least #hindublr

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nocturius8015ficore · 2 months ago

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**EDITED VERSION** 18th of October.

Nocturius: 4th Republic Commando fanfiction! This one is about Kal Skirata and the clones as children facing some difficulties on Kamino.

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Title: Growing up.

Fandom: Star Wars Republic Commando books by Karen Traviss

Characters: Kal Skirata, RC-8015 ''Fi'', Mij Gilamar

Rating: Family-friendly ** Fairly accessible to people who don’t know RepComm / alcohol consummation **

Topic: Growing up, clones, medical concern.

Pitch: RC-8015 ''Fi'' is a clone cadet who noticed some chronic pain for him and his squad. He decide to talk to his sergeant about that since he doesn't understand where it come from.

Like almost every night for the last three years, there was a thunderstorm outside. As a Cuy’var’dar, Sergeant Kal Skirata had his own quarters with a window showing the never ending wet hell.

Fierfek.

Skirata was sick of that dampness and his ankle wasn't in a forgiving mood. It seems the pain was echoing his own mood. He went over the cabinet to swill a mouthful of dry tihaar, a Mandalorian tongue-burning spirit.

Training 106 kids to be commandos and Nulls-Class special ops was hard. It took a lot of imagination to find new challenges to outsmart those little prodigies. No, not outsmart, let’s be honest, they were a lot smarter than him, to stimulate them to their full potential.

The really hard part was to keep day after day his composure and not let himself sink into the depressing thought of those kids having no future. They were blissfully ignorant of how the universe was unjust to them. The Sergeant was about to take another sip but got interrupted by a knock on the door.

‘’ Come in! ’’ he said.

He knew that was not the kaminiise, they would have communicated with him on the com before. They never come to his quarters anyway. A little boy entered the room. Even with universal blue fatigues and the standard haircut, Kal Skirata was able to tell apart each clone boy under his protection. That one usually had a wide cheerful grin on his face, but not this time. It was RC-8015, Fi. He had let the squads lads named themself. That was one of the only few ways he could let them express their individuality. This time, Fi wasn’t all smiles. He looked worried and distressed.

‘’ Sergeant Kal, I would like to talk to you about something. I’m sorry to disturb you. ’’

‘’ Sure, son. Sit there, help yourself in the drawer. ’’

The boy did what he said, but didn’t take a bite in the warra nuts bar yet. Which was worrying in itself. The clones were always hungry.

‘’ I… I’ve noticed that my brothers from Teroch and I feel the exact same pain in the chest, around the sternum area and the rib cage. Some nights, we have difficulty breathing because of it. There are also ligaments and muscles in the back of the legs and most of our joints. I know it’s not the training or musculoskeletal injuries. I’ve signaled it to the med-droid but the scans said our vital signs were normal. ‘’

Skirata shouldn't have been surprised to hear such advanced language from a 5 looking 10 years old boy, but he was. He stood up and walked to the boy and ruffled his hair affectionately.

‘’ Shabla tinnies, they can’t do their job properly, mh? Let me have a look, the old school way. ‘’

He indicated Fi to remove his shirt to inspect his chest and with his bare hands. He tried to feel some irregularities in the area the boy mentioned. Kal Skirata wasn’t even close to be a doctor, but he knew enough about medical stuff to recognize when things were wrong. Fi stayed very still, fully trusting the only human adult who had ever care of him.

‘’ If I push there? Does it hurt? ’’

‘’ A bit. ’’

‘’ Take a deep breath, does it hurt more? ’’

‘’ Yes .’’

The child was visibly in pain but he wasn’t acting to get attention. He knew him. He was the kind to hide it or literally laugh when getting himself in an accident. That was a goofy little one, not a whiny one. The kid was brutally honest with him, no masking, he deserved the truth.

‘’ I’ll be honest with you, Fi, I'm not sure what you have, but I will talk to my colleague Mij Gilamar, who is an actual medical doctor and ask around if it’s just your squad or all of you. Could be my fault for being too hard in the training or something else. We will find a solution. In the meantime, I’ll schedule you more swimming, ok? ’’

‘’ Ok, thanks Sergeant Kal! ’’

Fi hugged him spontaneously and put the whole warra nut bar in his mouth, winked and poorly articulated a goodbye as he left the room. Skirata couldn't repress a chuckle. They were so innocent. ***

The very next morning, Kal Skirata went to the Nulls quarters. They each had their own beds and some personal furniture. He insisted on that. He wanted to make clear they were no animals. Sadly he couldn't win the same level of comfort and intimacy for the commandos.

Without a word, all the 6 Nulls-Class gathered around him in a perfect line, waiting for instructions. They were usually pretty rebellious but not to Kal. He was Kal’buir for them. Their father.

‘’ Udesiir sons, I just want to talk with you about something. ’’

‘’ Is it something we have done, Kal?’’ said Ordo, the leader of the small group. The kid was looking at him with his anxious big eyes.’’

‘’ Of course not, ad’ika. I want to ask you something personal. Do you have chest and leg pain? Especially at night? ‘’

The little boys turned to each other and in a same voice they answered yes. Skirata felt his heart sank.

‘’ Why have you never told me that before? ’’

‘’ We didn’t want to bother you with that, Kal’buir, it’s only because we are growing too fast. I’ve looked on the holonet, there is nothing we can do about it.’’ said Kom’rk, the Null was already very versed into hacking the kaminoan firewalls to access off-world intel.

‘’ Well, I will find something. Next time, you talk to me about any unusual stuff happening to you, alright? We can’t trust the med-droids even less some aruetiise on the holonet to make a diagnosis about you. You are too unique!

‘’ Yes Kal! ’’ they said in unison.

Soon after his quick meeting with the Nulls, the Sergeant went to his friend and other Cuy’val’dar, Mij Gilamar. After telling him in detail Fi’s perspective, he actually laughs.

‘‘ Your boy, Fi. You should bring him to me in a few weeks. His observations were pretty keen. He would make a terrific medic. ‘’

‘’ Yeah, I’ve noticed it. I was planning to make him a sniper but I think he might wear both hats real fine. Actually, I plan to teach all my boys some field medic skills like yours ’’.

‘’ Common sense, really. About the growing pains, that was highly expected but I understand you didn’t guess osik, you are on head shorter than anyone here.’’

‘’ Funny, ner vod. ’’ he said sarcastically. ‘’ But there is truly nothing we can do about it?’’

‘’ Well, not really. And it’s gonna get worse when they hit puberty. ’’

‘’ Fierfek. ’’

Somehow, his brain almost forgot that this growth stage was about to start and will be very difficult to handle indeed.

‘’ Will… they grow normally? I mean, twice as fast, but about their… ’’

‘’ I know what you mean Kal, I’ve thought about it too. I don’t know the details of the aiwha-baits meddling with their genomes and hormones, but they seem to have everything we have, but stronger, faster and it’s not gonna be easy for any of us. They needed to keep the testosterone level accurate for max aggression as soldiers.’’

‘’ It’s gonna be a shabla nightmare for all of them. We’ll need to have a talk. Serious one.’’

‘’ We have about four or five months ahead, but you are right. I’m gonna get in touch with the others. There is no way the flashtraining is covering that. We’ll have to talk about it ourselves. I’ll be on it, don't worry. ’’

Gilamar and Skirata stayed silent for a moment. They were both worried, but the doctor suddenly had an idea.

‘’ I think we can teach them self-massaging. ’’

‘’ What?! ‘’

‘’ Not that, di’ikut. For the legs and chest pain. Therapeutic deep tissue massage. Releasing tension they accumulate during the day. Stretching the muscles and ligaments. Bring the boy tomorrow. If it works, we will teach it to all of them.

In the early afternoon Skirata and Fi came to Gilamar’s medical office. The cadet didn’t show a lot of nervousness but was very curious about the non-kaminoan medical equipment there. The doctor showed on a holoprojector some mix of basic theory about chiropractic, physiotherapy, osteopathy and other less known non standard, or archaic medical procedures for a week. The next one, he began to train them with some practical exercises.

At first, Kal Skirata was unsure about how to perform some spinal adjustments but got the general idea. Fi on the other hand, was very good. The boy took his time and did things with astounding dexterity. He even did some little miracle with his ankle.

The boy would be a great medic, he thought. Could have the potential to be a surgeon with that precision, his sensibility and attention to the surroundings… or a musician, thinking of it. If he would have had the opportunity to choose but that was impossible. Sniper/medic was the only option.

‘’ You got it better than I, son. I'm proud of you! ‘’ he said, moving his feet like a new one. ‘’ Do you think you might be able to teach it to your squad? ’’ the child smiled widely.

‘’ Of course Sergeant! Already did! ‘’

‘’ Oh great, we will cascade-training the other squads under my care then .’’

‘’ Really? I’m gonna meet the other squads? Can’t wait to make new friends! ’’ his face illuminated.

‘’ Just for a couple of days, but yes.’’

Skirata felt sad about it, squads were isolated from each other most of the time, except for some competitive training. The program for commandos required it. Will those boys ever have a normal social life? What would happen after their training when they will see the civilian world?

Meet ordinary people. Meet women.

That night, Skirata thought he might sleep better without his ankle pain but he actually felt worse. He took the bottle of tihaar and drank its contents till he passed out.

#republic commando #fi-core #fi skirata #repcomm #fi #kal skirata #clone cadets #mij gilamar #kom'rk skirata #kamino

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csuitebitches · 9 months ago

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Hello~

I hope you're doing well!

May I ask you a few pieces of advice, please? Reading through your blog, I've discovered that you're Asian with Asian ancestry, and after some thoughts I've come to the conclusion you're the best person to ask. I'm Slavic woman (Eastern European) married to an Asian man (Chinese), exactly how you described, in Asia it's more a marriage between two families, meanwhile me and my husband married for love. In fact, his parents "consented" to our union, only because 1) I'm a good-looking woman 2) he was so stubborn in his feelings and argued whenever someone had something bad to say 3) I'm respectful, accommodating, and listen to my husband 4) good at cleaning, it's important to his father since he's traditional.

But sometimes, drama happens, mostly from his mother-in-law (his father's second wife), always manipulating and saying stuff as, it was better if he married a wealthy Chinese woman, someone who's good at running a business etc.

How can I stand up for myself or just manage these kinds of situations? The only solution seems to be to just take the risk, and do business, so they could finally stop finding faults. Furthermore they don't know, but I come from a wealthy family, but got disinherited by my mother for saying no to an arranged marriage.

Thank you in advance for your time, help and insight, I'm really grateful. Have a wonderful day and take care of yourself!

Hi there love. I’m sorry to read this. Asian families can truly be both a boon and a curse.

the reality is that your in laws will have an issue regardless of what you do. You could start a business, they could still have 10 horrible things to say to you. You could choose to look after your husband and your home, and they’ll still say awful things to you.

here’s what you should do in my opinion. And this advice comes straight from my mother.

my mother came from a middle class family. My father is a self made man, who made a fortune. They had an arranged marriage. My grandmother (my father’s mother) was really awful to my mother. She wouldn’t even let her touch the cutlery in the house. She had a problem with everything my mother did - with the way she raised her kids, what her career was, everything. She would bitch about my mother in front of us kids, she would say nasty things to my extended family. She told my maternal grandmother (my mum’s mum) that she was sure that if she was on her deathbed, my mother would never care for her. Maternal grandmother was SHOCKED and snapped and told her that her daughter was raised with better values.

my grandfather on the other hand, loves loves loves my mother, as though she was his own daughter. Praises her everywhere he goes. But that’s beside the point.

here’s what my mother learned.

She cannot control her mother in law. MIL is stubborn, ruthless, cunning. It all boils down to one thing - insecurity. Insecurity of never being good enough, smart enough, never was able to control my father (he left home because issues with her), and my father gave my mother the attention she deserved.

MIL was very possessive of my father. Asian Mums 90% of the time have a weird incest relationship with their sons. They cannot let their sons be happy with anyone. Your husband seems like a great guy, standing up for his wife. The support may not heal your hurt, but I’m sure it does a lot of good by having him on your side.

regardless of what she did, she knew she would be criticised anyway. So she did what she liked. She was a stay at home mom till I went to school, then she got two masters degrees, got herself involved in a business, has her own clients, has her own name. Even when she became successful, MIL still bitched about her. But you know what else happened? People began coming up to my grandparents and telling them what a wonderful person my mother is. MIL obviously couldn’t bear the criticism but FIL loved it and cherished her even more. She won her FIL’s respect. To this day he sings her praises even to me.

some fights are not worth it. MIL would sometimes antagonise her over small things, just to provoke her. My mother would simply stay calm. Eventually even the extended family realised that my mother had gone through a lot.

she remained emotionally detached with MIL, but she took care of her when she had cancer. She looked after her, proving MIL’s words (“she’ll never take care of me on my deathbed) absolutely wrong. And she did that out of kindness. She did that because SHE was a nice person, not because MIL deserved it.

do what your heart wants to do. The more you live life to gain approval from someone else - someone who may never give it to you - your life will be miserable. The only way to fight these horrible MILs is by standing up straight, being decisive, being able to say no and hold your ground. She has to respect you as her DIL, regardless of what you do. You will not earn her respect by trying to be someone you’re not.

If your FIL is more accepting towards than her - Build a relationship with the FIL. Forget about the MIL, she’s going to be jealous and awful, and I highly doubt such women ever change. Half the time, they behave in this way because that’s how THEIR MIL’s treated them. MIL’s MIL treated her awfully as well - the former was scared shitless of the latter. She repeated the same pattern with my mother, but my mum was too strong to let MIL bring her down.

If you want to be on good terms with your in laws, focus on the father. Be the daughter he never had (even if he has daughters). But do it because you WANT to, not because you HAVE to.

Such women are simply insecure. Insecure to a point where they must hurt other women because it genuinely gives them joy. Do not let her words affect you whatsoever. And do not live your life by her terms. Focus on being a good person to yourself and your husband.

#Q/a #asian marriages

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loquaciousquark · 10 months ago

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I see @eponymous-rose doing these sometimes and I've always thought it was so much fun, so here's a Day in the Life of a clinical Associate Professor™. For reference, I've been seeing patients & teaching at my current university since finishing my residency almost a decade (!!!!!) ago.

9:30 - 10:00 - Precious precious office hours, spent answering emails from students, colleagues, and a guest speaker from a national organization I'm trying to coordinate an event for in two weeks. Everything's lined up except the venue (all our regular lecture halls are booked), and of course we discover this just outside his window to refund his airline tickets. Rats.

10:00 - 12:00 - Clinical lab! I'm coursemaster for two complex lecture/lab courses in the spring (protip: never let admin do this to you), so right now I spend most of my week in the classroom. Friday AMs are my advanced procedures lab, & today the students are doing intradermal and subcutaneous injections of the forearm and eyelid. This course can be really scary for them, so I go to a lot of effort to get them mentally and emotionally prepped, practicing approach and needle manipulation, etc. All of them do wonderfully, and even after cleanup and taking the biohazard bag down to disposal, I'm out on time.

12:00-1:00 - Guest faculty candidate lecture! Our full-time faculty has been down by about five people for a few years, and we also have three more of our remaining full-timers out on medical leave until late February, so we are hurting for help. This applicant gives a phenomenal talk on diversity and optometric scope across the several continents she's taught in over the last twenty years. It's an extraordinary talk and I honestly learn more geography than I expected.

1:00 - 2:30 - Lecture! Advanced procedures lecture to the third-year class, usually the only barrier between them and their weekend. I really like today's lecture and it goes well, and even the chronic dozers in the side seats stay awake.

2:30 - 2:45 - Intended to be an interview/tour with the faculty applicant, except here comes the first wrench. Just as she gets to my office, the colleague delivering the speaker lets me know she's having tech trouble with her Zoom-in guest lecturer and also there's a very upset student in the hall outside the classroom. I go down with her right away; student is okay, just got some very bad news, and when I'm sure they're settled with their friends & support system I help the colleague with the tech.

2:45-3:10 - Tour finally happens! The students we encounter are chipper and cheerful (not always the case in practical season!).

3:10-4:00 - Meeting with my clinic coordinator to prep for next week's practicals. My other big course this semester caps with a high-stakes clinical entrance exam; in essence, the students must perform a complete, independent eye examination from start to finish, and they can't enter clinic with "real" patients until they pass. The setup & scheduling for this practical (which runs over three weeks) is probably the most complicated logistical nightmare of my year. However, my coordinator is amazing, and within the hour she has a detailed list of both her tasks and mine and will report back as each prep step is done.

4:00-5:00 - Desperately trying to finish this schedule, answer my most urgent calls from patients, and finish some time-sensitive grading. Another colleague comes by and asks what I thought of the guest speaker, and when I say I didn't get much time in my interview with her, she suggests I tag along to the faculty dinner with her tonight at 5:45. A fantastic idea! I'll just wear what I have on, yeah?

The faculty dinner is at a five-star steakhouse. I'm wearing scrubs and a pullover.

It's okay, I have time to make it home and change! I can make it!

5:15 - I accidentally overwrite 90% of my completed schedule with an old, mostly blank copy, and don't realize it until after saving multiple times (I was on a different tab in the spreadsheet).

5:15 - 5:45 - Meticulously recreate the schedule as quickly as I can. I've already emailed out some assignments to the students, so I can't start over from scratch (which would have honestly been faster). Finally finish & send out the details to needed parties.

5:45 - 6:35 - race home, feed the dog, change into slacks and my favorite blazer, race out to the steakhouse.

6:35 - 8:30 - I arrive just before the salads come out, hallelujah! I have the best steak I've ever eaten in my life, as well as have a fantastic conversation with the candidate and the other faculty. The time honestly flies by, and when I realize what time it is I'm feeling very guilty about leaving the dog. Still, I'm sure she'll be a fantastic fit for the program, and it's honestly a relief to have my questions about some of her experience answered.

8:50 - home at last, at last!

8:51 - I discover my fly has been unzipped all night.

8:52 - 9:00 - I indulge in paroxysms of shame until I rationalize that the restaurant was incredibly dim, I was sitting the whole time, and my undies are also black. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.

9:00 - now - hot bath, a book of poetry, and a double bourbon. After today, I feel like I've earned it.

#optometry /#a day in the life #quark rambles #long post for ts

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fantomette22 · 5 months ago

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tell me more about Rom and Maria in your story !! 👀

Oh thank you for asking!

Well one day I will seriously wrote it in my fic but it's a long processus XD (more seriously idk how to write the beginning of it exactly 💀)

Ok so basically, first year of university at Byrgenwerth for Maria. Also first year for Rom, Mico, Ludwig (and Caryll finally do their first year too because accident in the catacombs screw up their year lmao).

So anyway Maria has a hard time to integrate herself at first. Nobody from Cainhurst is in her class, they are like in upper classes and there's not lot of them (and she stays with most them bc she don't have the choices). And either you have annoying noble/upper brats or people judging Maria bc she's a noble. But well the majority probably don't care. But also she got really weird ass questions because she's from Cainhurst 💀 (I made an entire list it's very funny 😂 well not for her but you see what I mean)

I did wrote it in my fic already but the first interactions between our ladies is literally :

Suddenly, a young woman, visibly out of breath, appeared right in front of her. She looked distressed and shouted at the noble girl, “Is this room n°24?!” She was shorter than Maria in height, had curly brown hair tied in a bun and glasses over her blue-grey eyes.

After a few seconds of surprise, Maria looked at the door, it had the same number written on it. "Uh… yes?"

The young woman in front of her seemed reassured. "Oh, thank you." Then, she tried to open it but it was locked. “Ah, it’s closed…” She stayed here for a few seconds staring at the door before walking to the end of the row formed by the students, leaving behind a very confused Maria.

I'm sorry it's so funny x)

So anyway weeks pass and poor Rom is getting talk down by everyone. Like what's she's doing here, she don't have the lvl etc etc (Mico is mad and would throw hands if he could XD)

So at one point idk they are working in group in like maths class or in the library and yeah Maria tells/Criticise Rom that she's not really good in maths or something. It's not in a hurtful way but they can't advance anything (and well other people say worst to rom to Maria etc so that's fine right?). And yeah Rom is still a bit sad :( & Mico's like: ">:( I see you" jebefbk

And then Maria discovered Rom's the provost's daughter. *facepalm* 💀

So yeah anyway not the best time for Maria but she got a talk with someone very important that gave her advices! She later apologies to Rom and helped her out on a few things! Rom was very happy to got a new friend <3 she made a room tour as well and Maria really like it! So yeah nice! Still Micolash needed a little time to adjust too XD

Later Maria bring Ludwig along but Rom, Mico, Damian and Caryll were already good friends. But yeah I absolutely love to imagined the girls (Maria, Rom & Caryll) pass time together! It's very wholesome little moments.

#bloodborne headcanons #part 1: a scholar's dream #lady maria of the astral clocktower #rom the vacuous spider #bloodborne fanfiction #my asks

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hi carol! i hope you're doing well! if you don't mind, can you tell your journey transitioning into ux? like how you got started, how long did it take you to learn etc. i'm interested in ux after a class i took one semester but i'm always too afraid to explore more. i'm also a psych graduate so seeing another psych graduate in the ux field is nice. thank you in advance!

from: a lost 25 year old.

hi hi!! 🥰 as a disclaimer, i'm no expert and i'm still v much at the beginning of my ux journey, but i'd be more than happy to talk about my career transition to give you an idea of what it was like!

when i decided to make the leap, i enrolled into a google ux design course on coursera and earned some certificates. after a few months, i realised that whilst i wanted to be in ux, design wasn't really my forte and i started looking more into the writing side of things - i've always loved writing and reading and so this felt like a much more natural fit. thankfully, my previous experience working in marketing came in really handy bc even though i wasn't always doing strictly ux-related work, there was a lot of crossover with the things i had worked on. for example, because i was responsible for our user-facing communications, i planned and delivered everything from our emails and in-app messages to our blog posts, social media content, website pages and more. that has a big overlap with ux writing because you have to consider similar things, like:

clarity - is the messaging and cta clear to everyone who will read it?

conciseness - is the copy as short and to the point as it can be? (people don't like to read, so this was v important especially when it came to writing out in-app messages and emails as there's limited screen space)

conversational - is the copy "natural"? is it using every day language?

so as you can see from the above, i was able to take a lot of my previous experience and apply it to a ux context. i also had a few examples of ux work from my time in the marketing role that i was able to highlight in my portfolio. this is a v important asset if you're planning to apply for a ux role. you need to have a portfolio to even be considered for a role. i recommend having at least 2-3 case studies on your portfolio to show as examples of your work.

after that, it was just a case of applying and hoping to hear back from companies. i won't lie, this was the hardest part and was often really discouraging because there were times where i wouldn't hear back at all, or i would be turned away after the first or second interview. job hunting absolutely sucks, even if you have experience, so as a junior it was really challenging. eventually though, i was lucky enough to be hired into a role that really interested me and i've been working in a ux writer ever since!

if you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to message me and i'll be more than happy to share as much advice as i can! i hope this helped even a little. career transitions are a tough and often lengthy process but it's so worth it. i'll be rooting for you! 🤍

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mllemaenad · 5 months ago

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Re: the Prydwen being evidence of limiting the endings: I mean, they built the thing between Fallout 3 and Fallout 4. Give them the intervening ten years and they could’ve built another in the Capitol Wasteland for the show.

Hm. I mean, in theory I understand that they possibly could. But I sort of feel like in practice they probably couldn't.

The original Brotherhood airships were built in California, during a period of relative peace and prosperity. While the Brotherhood tends to be exceedingly isolationist and is unlikely to have engaged in the general rebuilding effort – and we know they are quite closed off in Fallout 2 – they would still have benefited from it. People would have been creating parts for a wide range of purposes, so trading (even on a limited scale) or scavenging would have been easier.

The Prydwen is a solo effort, and built under vastly different circumstances. While you'd want to hope conditions in the Capital Wasteland improve significantly after the construction of the purifier, they're still decades behind California in terms of reconstruction.

It took them years to build that damn thing – to design it, and to gather the scrap. And they're only capable of doing it because of their success in Broken Steel. All that scrap came from Adams Air Force Base. The whole thing relies on the Lone Wanderer helping them actually get somewhere instead of just spinning their wheels for another twenty years.

The Brotherhood aren't exactly known as scientists and engineers. I mean – they have such people, but scribes are typically treated as second class citizens who rarely achieve positions of power (Elijah in New Vegas is specifically called out as a rare exception). They don't innovate. What "advancements" they've made typically come down to tinkering with their weapons or power armour a bit. And that makes sense! They're descended from soldiers, and their society is structured around the fantasy of a modern knightly order. And, you know, they're the "technology is scary" faction. Of course they're a bit rubbish with it.

So the Prydwen is the result of a truly singular success, taking out the Enclave and securing access to a significant facility – and thus suddenly being in possession of an embarrassment of riches.

Now, if it's been destroyed in Fallout 4 there are a few things to consider.

Construction, from design to completion, seems to have taken something like six years. Which means it took longer to build it than it could possibly have been in service. That's a lot of resources for something that got blown out of the sky more-or-less immediately. I'm not even sure if they'd be able to get all the parts again, and even if they could they're looking at several more years of construction.

More than that, if it was destroyed the Brotherhood's East Coast leadership went down with it. Now, I may think Arthur Maxson is a revolting little toad of a man, but in Brotherhood society the heir of Roger Maxson is a man of literally mythic importance: they tell the sort of ridiculous "he was a war hero even as a child" stories about him that they tell about people like Alexander the Great. His forceful personality seems to be the thing driving them in Fallout 4.

So you're looking at a situation where Owyn Lyons is very dead, Sarah, his natural successor, is also very dead, Arthur Maxson – and with him the whole Maxson line – is not only dead but blown up, and the East Coast Brotherhood is now split between the Capital Wasteland and the Commonwealth with no easy means of travelling.

I just don't really see the Brotherhood getting their shit together fast enough after a blow like that to rebuild the Prydwen and fly confidently back west. Even if they did regroup ... "Let's spend another four to six years building another version of the thing that just blew up on our young god-king and ended 200 years of tradition" sounds like kind of a hard sell, you know?

There's a lot of "information pending" about the timeline in the TV show, so my opinions are likely to change as more information emerges. But right now, I feel like the Minutemen ending is the most likely one for Fallout 4.

The Brotherhood's arrival in California is significantly different to their arrival in the Commonwealth. The latter is unnerving. You've just dealt with Kellogg and heard that Shaun is "not a baby", and when you step outside there's this massive thing in the sky ... and its pilots trumpet its arrival. This is another problem in an already complicated situation. When they arrive in the TV series it's significantly more subdued. It's certainly impressive to the aspirants, but it lacks the confidence of conquerors that they had earlier.

The Minutemen ending can allow the Brotherhood to keep their shiny airship, and it's even possible Arthur Maxson is either still alive or at least produced an heir before kicking the bucket. But it also means that their success on the East Coast has been highly limited. They took Adams Air Force Base from the Enclave, sure, but they were unable to expand their reach into the Commonwealth or even recover anything of significance from the Institute.

They went east. They did okay. Nothing to write home about.

Quintus, in the television series, talks about the Brotherhood ruling the wasteland as part of a distant, "heroic" past. I'm pretty sure that's more mythmaking: the Brotherhood never ruled the West Coast, and if they're currently running everything between Boston and Washington DC, then it's a bit weird to talk about it as though they've fallen from grace.

Access to cold fusion will allow him to make a play for power, because that's significantly more useful than one very expensive and highly flammable airship.

But the airship still looks impressive to a group of wastelanders who won't have seen that level of tech since childhood.

At the moment, I think it makes better sense that it's the same one. but like I said – information pending.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout tv series #fallout tv spoilers #fallout 3

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themistressofdolls · 22 days ago

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Xenos the cat UNLEASHED Chapter VII

Chapter I: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/743616576495009792/xenos-the-cat-unleashed

Chapter II: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/744437263076917248/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-ii

Chapter III: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/747208799126011904/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-iii

Chapter IV: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/748187552796868608/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-iv

Chapter V: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/756806867713409024/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-vi?source=share

Chapter VI: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/760806998896984064/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-vii?source=share

The city of Nocturnal

It had been a year since I got back to Earth and I got all my friends and comrades together as we formed a yakuza mafia clan called the Moonblade Nocturnal. I even recruited a lot of staff to build us a new city in Japan that would be our HQ called the city of Nocturnal in which I would help make the world a better place while we also made a name for ourselves.

I was at a fancy party on the rooftops of Moonblade Nocturnal HQ and we all wore fancy suits with gold and red livery that had the clan logo “Looking good tonight Xenos Nocturnal.“ Brisket smiled and kissed me.

She had the same kind of suits like us but with a skirt and sexy high heels through nobody fucked with her because she could make blades come out of her high heels to fuck bad guys up.

Later we drove our fast cars, I had a shiny black custom car that was high class and could turn into a small personal airship on command which was my royal car suited only for the Moonblade Nocturnals boss which was me.

Sometimes we also had to fight rival gangs and clans that wanted a piece of our city but they where scared shitless of us so very few ever messed with us up front.

During the day as boss of the city I had to do paperwork WHICH I HATED and dealing with peoples problems so I had a lot of responbility now.

But when we had fun WE REALLY HAD FUN! I owned an entire garage of fast cars, an armory of all the coolest guns and we went on the most insane adventures or just had sick street races at night like we where running in the 90s. Times where great, we felt young and we felt alive making the most of these great days.

Old enemies return

I was out for a drive with Brisket and Fist the Echidna when I saw the city was on fire and advanced looking airships where attacking “WHOSE ATTACKING? IS IT A RIVAL CLAN?! NO IT CAN NOT CAN NOT BE THEY HAVE TOO BIG RESOURCES!“ I gasped and hit the peddle to the metal to get back to the HQ to find out what was happening to the city.

I got to the Moonblade Nocturnal building as I took the VIP elavator up to my open office, it had a pool and a lounge too. When I got there Kazu was waiting for me “Its Vivic Ramsy a US politician, it seems he revived Eron Monk as well using nanomachines and they've built a massive attack fleet with their companies money.“ He told.

“Why? What gain do they get from invading Japan? Its fucking insane!“ I slammed my fists on desk in anger.

Banana Split walked into the office “He wanted to become president of America but he was INSANE even for for the current rival to the president so he thought we where weak enough to be invaded so they could carve out their own kingdom here, then take over all of greater Japan.“ Banana Split told me.

It all made sense, same fucking excuse for people like that “Always money and power but they thought we where weak AND THEY WILL SOON FIND OUT THEY WHERE VERY WRONG!“ I got my blackguard ready along with my capos and elite agents putting on their kevlar business suits and going down to the bosses armory with me to get tooled up for the war.

I grabbed two M4 Carbine customs with white gold paint job, a Famas elite with the red scar paint job, an SA80 with black pink wind pattern paint skin, two FN40GL granade launchers with shiny silver paint skin, a Benelli M4 with a white digital camo paint job and duel desert eagles with high gold paint along with my crystal katanas and Bazhazard gunblades “Lets get ready to fuck some shit up!“ I said putting on my sunglasses as me and the capos got in my black car driving into battle.

The streets where filled with enemy mercinaries that where attacking the people, we ran some over then I jumped out blasting them with my M4 carbines taking out an entire command squad of enemy mercs.

We took control of the outer regions of the city as I gunned legions of mercs down who didn't even stand a chance against my elite skills in battle.

On the main airship Vivic Ramsy and Eron Monk who was now cyber augmented sat on the bridge overlooking the invasion of the city “These people are disgusting parasites, it is our destiny to wipe them out to build a new America! An America free of weakness and the corruption of false freedom.“ Vivic said.

Eron nodded “Interesting, looking into this.“ He said in a robotic voice.

Vivic smiled “And if you eat shit you can gain lots of vitamins and boost your T, its true I read it on the internet.“

Eron nodded taking down notes “Interesting, looking into it, 100% XD“ He replied again as he picked up a shit log and took a bite.

Back on the surface we took out over 40,000 of Vivics mercs thinning their forces down as the elites rushed in with katanas.

“Order our mech walkers to go after the air fleet, I'll get on board the main ship and make sure Vivic and Eron Musk get whacked!“ I said reloading my guns as I got in my personal car switching flight mode on as I flew into the air using my badass driving skills to dodge machine gun and missle barrages.

I opened fire with the cars hidden missle system taking a couple of the enemy airships out as I flew into the command ships dock, jumping out of the sun roof as I grabbed my degles opening fire on the soldiers there taking every single one out with perfect headshots.

500 more soldiers showed up so I loaded up my granade launcher and blew them away “COME DANCE IN THE FIRE WITH ME!“ I taunted them.

I bolted through the ships halls, lobbing granades into each room blowing up everyone inside, moving like a total terminator because I was going to whack every single enemy that set foot in my city to set an example to all the rest.

I arrived on the bridge as Vivic looked horrified to see me “Xenos Nocturnal! How did you? I mean we didn't mean it, we only invaded as a joke, just a little bit of trolling hehe...come on buddy don't be so triggered hehe.“ He was sweating as I grabbed him by the neck THEN I PUNCHED MY FIST THROUGH HIS FACE AS HIS SKULL AND BRAINS SHATTERED AND I THREW HIS BODY TO THE FLOOR.

Eron Monk tried to run away but I grabbed him next “Oh please, not again!“ He cried as I threw him out of the ship to his death below.

I blew up the command ship then went into my Final Hazard form using a beam attack to destory the rest of the airfleet.

We gathered all the survivors of Vivics mercenary army as we crucified them and put them on display outside the city as a warning to other invaders that would try to dishonor the freedom of the Moonblade Nocturnal and its promise of hope to the world.

Elsewhere a helicopter flew by as someone grabbed Eron Monk saving him from his fall “I thought I was going to die again.“

He looked into the cockpit seeing a fat Cockroach man piloting the chopper “Its you Curtis Moldbug, I swear I did my best I thought we had a winner with Vivic!“ Eron was begging for mercy as the cockroach man scratched his bum and hissed.

Also there was BD Bance who picked a cheeto out of his beard and ate it “Delicious“ he licked.

Curtis scurried over to Eron as he clasped his hands rubbing his greasy fingers “The don is coming back to start the dark CITADEL as I have foreseen in my manfestos all those years ago, you are to pledge your monetary support to him sssssssssss“

Eron kissed his gross bug feet “Yes lord Moldbug your will shall be done.“

The disgusting humanoid fat cockroach man hissed in delight “once we take the white house we shall built the dark CITADEL and ceos shall rule the world while the disgusting moronic poor people will be grinded into BIOFUEL or put in the matrix to be drained for their DELICIOUS SOUL JUICES sssssssss.“

ABYSS STAR

I decided to visit New York in America to make a deal with another clan there but something was wrong as it was night time at one in the afternoon “You notice it too right?“ Kazu noted and thats when we saw a sickly red star in the sky glowing.

“What is with that star? Just looking at it makes me feel ill.“ I said.

I looked at my custom Moonblade phone to check the internet and found a science channel “Scientists are calling it the Abyss Star, we don't much about it but it is drawing closer to Earth.“ The science guy said.

I folded my arms thinking for a moment “This Abyss star can't be good, we need to find some leads about whats going on before something really fucking bad happens.“

We phoned up one of my capos who sent a helicopter to take us to NASA who would have the answers we needed “GIVE ME SOME ANSWERS WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ABYSS STAR!“ I threatened the head of NASA.

He put a video on the screen “We sent an expidition to the Abyss star, it is made of flesh but what happened scared us.“ He told me.

We watched the video and saw the astronaughts being absorbed into the ground as they became part of the abyss world trapped in eternal agony, then the camera zoomed out the world had evil eyes and walls of teeth “HOLY FUCK THATS THE MOST UGLY THING I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE GOOD FUCKING GOD!“ I shouted.

I had to do something to stop it so I got my helicopter back to new York thats when I saw her standing on the street with a new elegant lunar dress IT WAS GENOS MY SISTER “Hello my loathsome brother, it has been some time, do you like the Abyss star? I was the one who did the eldritch rituals to summon it to our galaxy and its hunger is endless...it shall consume world after world to aid to its flesh form.“ She giggled drawing from her cigarette holder.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? YOU COULD DIE TOO IF THAT THING ABSORBS EARTH AND ADDS US TO THE BIOMASS ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID CRAZY?!“ I screamed at her to try and hope she would see some god damn sense.

She did the ojou laugh with her smug cat face “Nya, I don't care anymore, let the world and universe burn. I had ambitions of conquest once but after losing to you so much, nothing matters now LET IT ALL BURN UP!“ She said powering up into her Dark Crystal super form and I went into my FINAL HAZARD SUPER FORM as our glowing blades crossed.

“Let this be our last battle, brother!“ She said with hate in her eyes, she was truly gone at this point so I had no choice but to put her down once and for all.

We slashed and sliced but our blades blocked the other attacker because we where matched in speed. Her pure hate was driving her power level to stand against me “I won't let the world end, I have defeated stronger foes than some stupid dumb star.“ I scoffed.

“I don't care anymore, you will burn up in despair and suffering ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!“ She laughed pushing me back and firing 1000s of energy blades which I dodged.

I heard a voice inside my spirit, it was my great grandfather “Do not hold back, you are the legacy of this world after all, protect the star at all costs, destory the foe that stands in your way.“ He said and with that I WAS FILLED WITH MOTIVATION turning my gunblades into pure creation energy asending into my OMEGA FURY super form as my hair glowed with a color beyond comprehension.

“END OF ETERNITY!“ Genos cast attempting to rupture creation itself with a beam of pure nightmare energy.

I took my limitors off “UNLIMITED HOLY WORKS!“ I screamed blasting a city wide beam of pure celestal energy as our beams clashed in a struggle.

There was no choice I had to keep pushing as I put all my power into the attack pushing back against end of eternity as my beam began to burn Genos “SO THIS IS THE END AFTER ALL! THEN I SHALL...I!“ She tried to use a cracker bomb attack to take the planet out but I increased the beam range as she was consumed up it atom by atom which shattered her soul sending her to other world forever this time.

I collasped on the ground tired after using so much power “The Abyss star is still on its way here...I can't stop now.“ I gasped.

In my darkest hour I felt the power of motivation burning through me as my health and energy where fully restored “No I won't let the world end NOT TODAY ASSHOLE!“ I pointed towards the red star.

The world was covered in earthquakes and tornados as the Abyss star go close, it was right outside the atmosphere now ready to absorb everyone into its flesh to make them suffer forever “I SAID NOT TODAY!“ As my silver trenchcoat and shirt exploded exposing my abs.

I powered up going way beyond my omega fury form AND INTO MY SHIN TENJI SUPER FORM FINALE! I shot into space with the speed of a million rockets burning with passion and motivation as my fists with the impact of nuclear bombs punched into the surface of the abyss star as it coiled in pain “I BET THAT HURT FUCKER!“

It tried to whip me which its tounge which I grabbed and used to spin it around as I swung it into the sun which burned it bad but it came back at me for another go trying to eat me as I flew up to avoid then landed on the surface “DRILL OF TENGUS!“ I said punching the surface trillions of times digging into the abyss star as I began to violently beat up its heart then blasting it with thousands of ki shots.

I tore open a rift of pure burning sun energy and dragged us both into the celestal world “I'M TAKING YOU DOWN ONCE AND FOR ALL YOU LIVING GOD DAMN NIGHTMARE!“ I said punching it more and more then I used phase death loop move which was the most forbidden attack opening a billion rifts as time distorted.

Then I played my epic gangster theme the golden requiem to set the mood “You picked the wrong planet to mess with, hahaha!“ I grinned MY PSYCHO SMILE and the abyss star looked terrified for the first time in its existence.

I sent ten trillion nuclear punches into its face “MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!“ I chanted as each nuclear explosion cracked its surface then the time rift threw the abyss star into a billion suns as it was trapped in an exploding sun loop falling into sun after sun being burned over and over.

“Your ass is cooked!“ I laughed merging all the suns into one universe sized mega star and threw it into the abyss star as it screamed being drawn into the ultra sun as it was disintergrated into nothing more than dust.

ABYSS STAR

STATUS-KO!!

I closed the rifts floaitng back to Earth as I landed on the streets of new york reverting back to normal with not even a scratch on me as crowds of people appluded and cheered for me “You're our hero Xenos! All hail Xenos!“ They cheered.

Thanks to that my deal with the local American yakuza mafia clan went through and all the other mafias in the world grew to respect me as I became the most powerful boss on the planet.

Not to mention the Moonblade Nocturnal as world famous and we even had our own merch line and energy drink brand which gave people real energy and was filled with good stuff that didn't make people fat or give them diabetes LIKE THE SHIT THE PAUL BROTHERS MADE!

Final stand against the Abyssal dark gods

I was doing training the next year in the Taoist realms where time was slower so I could get more gains doing that. When I came out I was able to enter my Golden Requiem super form on command which impressed everyone. Even my friend Udon had visited Earth to hang out with us and as a present I gave her a custom mafia yakuza suit and skirt which looked pretty badass and sexy on her.

We got a call from across the next galaxy from my friend Chass who sent a warning “The outter systems have been attacked by pattern screamers sent from the Abyssal warp, we need help before they consume all the worlds complete and corrupt them.“ He said.

“I'm on my way!“ I said as me, Udon and Sona went to area 51 to demand a ship off them after we explained the situation.

It was then my friends in the SCP foundation arrived to upgrade the ship “These pattern screamers are dangerous, they go after worlds that are advanced at a certain level and corrupt them.“ Said my friend Doctor Gears.

The foundation brought some special cases in “You'll need this, its our newest gear.“ Doctor Gears said opening the case which had a special nanofiber jacket and training suit along with a new armor breaker cyber katana which I called THE MASTERMUNE!

I got on the space ship as we entered light speed and took off to the other galaxy.

We got the the next galaxy finding dead worlds filled with static monsters that used to people, all they could do was scream in static like broken TVs so I killed them all to put them out of their misery.

Thats when I saw the wound in reality IT WAS THE ABYSSAL WARP THE SOURCE OF THE MOST EVIL DARK ELDRICH GODS “I'm going to put them down forever!“ I told my friends as I went into my Golden Requiem form flying towards the eye itself.

“We are the Darkhand, the most powerful beings in all of eldritch space, we foresaw your coming. After all we created your evil self.“ Said Terrornova the leader of the four Darkhand as my evil self Zenos appeared in his Silver Requiem form welding the Crystal Pandemonium ULTIMA.

We crossed blades matching attacks as the shock waves could be felt across every single world across the universe at once “Lets have this out my evil self, one last time for the fate of all things on the line.“ And I used all my limit breakers at once hitting him with my hardest attacks.

Time slowed for a moment as both us ran as the stars rained nova energy which sparked all around us then we punched each other in the face going flying,

“The end can not be stopped, give into the darkness and embrace destruction!“ Zenos smirked at me feeling cocky he could win this battle.

But I drew upon the requiem goldens power and sliced him in half then used unlimited holy works to finish him off as the Darkhand watched.

“You can not kill evil itself, we are part of reality and we will make all of reality like us.“ as they summoned every eldrich monster every exe creature even Cinos.exe, every creepypasta monster, dark power, the high gods of the soulless, Abyss stars and all the evils as armies of trillions stood before me in deep space including that moon from live 85 home entertainment.

Something snapped in me as I HAD MY PSYCHO SMILE “I FUCKING HATE ELDRITCH MONSTERS!“ I screamed drawing all the energy ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE INTO MY GOD SPARKING WITH OMNI KI AND PRISMATIC CHAOS ENERGY.

I then broke all my super forms at once “NEVER TELL ME THE RULES!“ I threatened surprassing the limit barrier completely as Terrornova looked disturbed.

“How? Its impossible to surpass even the super barrier, no being can do that!“ He shouted.

My theme spirit vs spirits played as I burst into multiple colors of gold, primastic, silver, holy, dark and colors beyond all things THIS WAS MY REQUIEM HYPER FORM!!

The lady eldrich looked on “Hes unlocked hyper, we have to stop him!“ she shouted ordering the trillions of dark beings to attack.

I turned my arm into the CELESTA GUN DRAWING ALL CREATIONS POWER INTO IT “YOU'LL PAY FOR RUINING MY CHILDHOOD!“ I screamed blasting a beam of creation hyper energy consuming the entire army of darkness as trillions of them burned up.

The Darkhand tried to flee as I turned the Celestia gun on them opening fire into Abyssal warp itself cracking it as every dark hell star burned up and the corruption as destoryed forever killing the greatest source of evil in existence as the Darkhand where perminatly destoryed.

Across every world in the universe a beautiful sunset was scene as hope was reborn with humans, aliens and more all looking up to a brand new day “Thank you Xenos, for everything.“ Chass smiled.

Training in Celestia

After the battle I went to Celestia where I was cared for by a beautiful angel nurse called Floni who healed me. After my deeds destorying the abyssal warp the forces of Celestia hailed me was a great hero allowing me to train and learn techiques that where once forbidden to outsiders but for me they made a special exception.

I went to the heavenly forge with the most holy materials to forge my ulitmate weapons THE DREAM BLADE.

Completing my training I instant phase shifted to Earth where Udon and Brisket where happy to see I was alive and well giving me a hug “Alright you're suffocating me.“ I laughed and we all laughed.

WORLD WAR TRUMP

It had happened, a coup to take over the entire United States by Donald Trump who declared himself president eternal. It only week him a week to suspend democracy claiming it was to stop terrorism but his entire agenda was driven by hate.

He sent his private military forces to take over all the news offices and shut down anyone that didn't align with his new reigme.

All the neo nazis I once fought before where given badges or military positions while those loyal to democracy where ether executed or sent to prison camps.

Even that creep Eron Monk was back paying people $500 to kiss Trumps ring and swear eternal loyalty to him but those that refused where executed to spread terror to the masses.

A civil servant walked into the white house to give Trump paperwork “Here is the forms you wanted Mr president eternal“ He said as Trump grabbed him sitting on his face unleashing powerful farts as the intern tried not to scream.

“You will huff my farts and you will like them because if you don't say you like my farts you will be sent to the work camps.“ Trump ordered as the white house staff smiled and clapped nervous to question the great leader.

“Thank you for making me huff farts sir.“ Cried the intern.

Trump grinned and did the OK sign “Thats right I really make fantastic farts, really just good farts you know, the best farts, quility farts.“ He said and the staff appluded

Eron Musk was jumping up and down like an excited kid “You're so based daddy Trump hehehe and you will make me the space man in return for my good work right daddy?“

Donald Trump sighed “You will be rewarded for your service.“

A dark portal formed as Elidon and the rest of the Aeonians came “Xenos is coming, I hope you are ready to destory him.“ Elidon said and Trump nodded smugly.

“Don't worry I have a perfect weapon to deal with him after all it was me that funded his augmentations and upgrades.“ Trump snapped his fingers as Helios stomped into the room.

Meanwhile me and the squad where chilling in our city when over 600 nuclear bombs rained from the sky, I went into my requiem hyper form ASAP rushing to the sky to unleash a sheild of hyperion to block as many as I could but at least two of the bombs broke through doing massive damage to The city of Nocturnal “WHO DID THIS? HOW WOULD KILL SO MANY INNOCENTS!“ I shouted holding the bodies of my people up who died in the bombing of sector seven.

Thats when I saw metal from the bomb IT HAD THE US GOVERNMENT LOGO ON IT!

I went to my command centre on the top floor as all my capos and generals had gathered for an emergency meeting „“ts Donald Trump hes back and invading every single country, hes insane with power and hes called you out personally.“ Sona told me.

My blood was boiling with rightous fury for all the blood spilled “We're going to Washington to take president Eternal Donald Trump down, he can't keep getting away with this!“ I cried out.

I went to my personal armory as my top men fitted me with my new golden trenchcoat and I grabbed the DREAM SWORD, the Tri-Tetsu, The Sutakata Mark X blade and my Lightswords “Tonight we fight for true glory my brothers!“ I told my comrades who all raised their weapons.

WORLD WAR TRUMP PART II

I played the song assault as my flagship the Shadowcutter flew towards America “We're detecting the entire US airforce, looks like they are sending their entire military forces at us!“ Kazu noted on the radar.

We fired everything at them blowing thousands of aircrafts apart on our way across the ocean “We're close to US boaders but it looks like the US airforce are sending expernmental airships, we're taking heavy fire!“ Cinos warned.

I launched the qaud missles doing massive damage to their ships as we crossed the sea into US territory taking fire from AA batteries on the ground.

We where over Washington so we got into our drop pods taking fire on the way down as we landed, opening fire against the US marines as we breached the city gates “Keep fire on them, we need to break through enemy lines!“ I said as me, Brisket, Udon, Kazu and Banana Split moved towards the inner city destorying the entire US military with our raw power.

Outside the White house where hoards of Abyss spawn and demons “President Eternal Donald Trump promised us revenge if we killed you! We will make you pay for blowing up hell!“ An archdemon shouted throwing fireballs but I went into my requiem hyper form and blew his head off with magic then blasted the hoards of hell spawn and Abyss creatures.

At the gates where some nazis but they where all weak and I wiped them out like blowing away dust.

We blew the doors down and the Aeonians where waiting for us summoning their legendary weapons “The Apocalypse chain event will begin tonight, you may have killed our council leaders but now the end for this shard draws near“ Said a high level Aeonian as me and Kazu ignited our lightblades doing battle with them as sparks and fires went flying.

I drew the angel requiem cannon opening fire on them as they used dark magicks and even went into their Aeonian prime forms which gave us a little trouble but then I went into my HYPER REQUIEM FORM and blasted them.

It was pretty fucking epic as we cut down each Aeonian leader one by one until only he was left.

Helios blew up the wall firing his minigun arm and shoulder cannon “I will take my revenge upon you brother, you can not stand against my raw fire power as I have been upgraded for this assignment“ but I went into my fury form merging it with hyper as I shadow stepped forward and attempted to rip out his power core but his armor was too powerful as he upper cut me into the sealing casuing me to crash into the upper level of the white house.

AUGMENTED STEEL

I tried to get up but I heard horrific mechnical running as Helios jumped through the hole and smashed me through the wall into the first ladies room.

“YOU VILL PAY FOR KILLING GENOS WHILE I HAD ISSUES WITH HER SHE WAS STILL THE ONLY SISTER VE HAD!“ Helios said determinated to put me down once and for all.

I went into a kung foo pose and tried to spin copter into him then drop kick him but he thrust punched me multiple times as steam vented from his massive metal arms “I VILL SHOW YOU ZAT MACHINE IS STRONGER ZAN FLESH YES!“

Before I could go super he powered up drawing tons of energy then his armored machine body turned golden and glowing “BEYOND DAS POWER OF MECHINUS SUPER FORM!“ He turned his arms into chainsaws firing trillions of energy bullets that caused massive damage all around the room and I took a few hits

“I can't hold back! I killed Genos but I was scared to go all out again but the world needs be GET READY TO HIT THE FLOOD FUCKFACE!“ I screamed unleashing my REQUIEM HYPER FORM then used unlimited holy works to crack his armor.

“SUCK IT DOWN!“ I started unleashing billions of Mudas into his power core as he fell to his knees and ran out of power to sustain his super form.

“Helios!! Brother Trump is going to enslave everyone entire countries turned into eternal dictatorships all for one fucking idiots power trip! Stand with me lets kick his ass together its what I've always wanted for the three of us...“ i shouted at him.

He held out his hand “I SEE MAYBE POWER WAS DIE FRIENDS WE MADE ALONG WAY! I SHALL GIVE YOUR WAY A TRY THEN...“

But then an energy blade his his legs off which exploded and standing there was Eron Monk in a black maga hat looking more demonic and decayed and old “The weak should perish its what lord moldbug demands you will make good biofuel kekekekekekeke“ laughed Eron who looked slumped over and filled with hate.

“HELIOOOOOS!“ I screamed

Eron Monk was oozing darkness as his eyes turned black and soulless “Moldbug infested me with bug spawn, I am empowered by the soulless, of pure dark energy I AM DARK MAGA NOW HAHAHAHAHA!“

Helios grabbed him “LET ME GO YOU FREAK!“ the decaying old soulless husk of a man screamed.

“Xenos you must finish this fight without me! You must do what you always do, you must destory evil and win. Do not show them any mercy for they have none, fight and win brother.“ Helios self destructed doing massive damage to Eron Husk.

He hissed and stomped on the remains of Helios head which made me fucking angry “It matters not I have power now, real power I'm not useless anymore I will be the one to end Xenos forever!“

I started screaming as I transended Requiem Hyper form breaking the final barrier as colors flowed around me like a crystal rainbow I HAD UNLOCKED HYPER MESSIAH MODE

“Oh crap...“ Eron said as I upper cut him so hard every single tooth from his decaying form blasted out of his face.

Filled with rightous power I PUNCHED HIM INTO THE FLOOR SO HARD OVER AND OVER A TRILLION FUCKING TIMES THEN PUNCHING HIM LIKE A MILLION DRILLS INTO THE EARTHS CRUST AS THE PUNCHING TRANSENDED REALITY WITH SO MANY DRILL PUNCHES I BEAT HIM INTO THE NETHERWORLD.

After falling I started punching him in midair thousands of times then drop kicked him into the fires of hell where he was tortured forever by Lucfier from hellraiser whose the cooler devil unlike the evil ones I killed.

“You belong here, loser.“ I said then used teleport magic to return to the white house.

TO THE EDGE

I went back to the Whitehouse lobby and killed a bunch of nazi soldiers as the Aeonian leader Elidon came out of a portal “So you killed my brothers and now expect mercy from me? I will be the one to carry out there final ideals to reforge this inferior world I AM THE HERO THE WORLD NEEDS ITS SAVIOR!“ He said going into his holy Knight form.

He summoned the ghosts of fallen heroes to attack me as we clashed blades, my Tesingu Gunblades blocking his attacks as it shook the entire whitehouse.

“You're not a fucking hero! You just kill people and support evil villains to bring back an era that is gone! You can't live in the here and now!“

He summoned leylines which glowed with magic mimicing all my super forms which attacked me “Fuck!“

Then he summoned ghost echo fighter copies of Genos and Helios to attack as I tried to fight them off

I had to focus my taoist arts because Elidon could match me on all other fronts „I told you I am the true hero this world needs, I am the milk of justice it requires in its darkest days“ He said sending all the echo fighters to attack me at once.

ENOUGH OF THIS I SCREAMED GOING INTO MY MESSIAH HYPER FORM THEN UNLEASHED UNLIMITED HOLY WORKS PHASE 2 which blew all the echo fighters away then I teleported in front of Elidon and round house kicked him channelling holy power sending him to the ground then blasted him with a tao beam.

He reverted to his normal form and teleported away “We are not done yet...“

THE TRUTH

Trump waited for me as he was glowing with energy and besides him was the masked Aeonian leader Elidon “I must return to my knight form to avenge my fallen brothers.“ Elidon said low on energy but then Trump grew a huge tail from his ass which sucked Elidon in as he screamed.

“You will not use me, I am too based and cool. You think I was foolish enough to be a pawn in your plan? You're pretty dumb, guess you're getting absorbed now.“ Trump said as he sucked Elidon into his body and absorbed all his power.

The sight made me sick as Trump was covered in gold energy then turned into an armoed golden god “I AM NOW GOLDEN TRUMP! I HAVE WATCHED YOUR BATTLES AND LEARNED HOW TO BECOME LIKE BUT BETTER AND MORE GOOD!“ He said in that annoying voice as the entire White house came down around us.

“I am going to end this and free the people from your tyranny, scumbag!“ I swore

Trump laughed at me “Before I kill you I want you to know I funded Fakebook and other forces and I paid the farmers who killed your family...It was me who funded the science experiments that where done to you so I could learn to become a god.“

That made me rage as I started punching him but his golden body took no damage as my hands hurt “FUCK YOU!“ I shouted wanting revenge against him.

I charged into him going into Messiah hyper form on command as I slammed my fists into him but his golden body as so hard I broke every bone in my hands.

“My turn.“ Trump did that fucking smug grinned as he used explosion magic doing tons of damage to me as the entire whitehouse exploded all around us as we stood in the flaming ruins of washington DC, debris falling from the sky as the shirtless golden Trump stood before me.

The badass music It Has To Be This Way started to play as I punched Golden Trump ten million times as he just stood there taking it and taking zero damage as I kept punching and only breaking more bones in my body.

“You just can't win Xenos, I am the chad and you are the soyjak its just science.“ he laughed at me as he punched the super out of me

He then clasped both hands together bringing his fists down upon my skull as he slammed me into the concrete which hurt like fucking shit.

Trump then grabbed my head digging his claws into me as he started to drain energy sucking all the super and hyper forms out of me...all magic, taoist arts, every power I ever gained as sucked out as he empowered himself with everything I worked towards.

He then smashed my face into the ground and pressed his boot into the back of my head „Eat the shit on the ground, its what you deserve what everyone who doesn't like me deserves! I'LL BURN THE ENTIRE WORLD TILL EVERYONE THAT DOESNT LIKE ME! EVERYONE WHO MADE FUN OF ME! CROSSED ME! IS DEAD LIKE THE REST OF THE GARBAGE ON EARTH!“

Upon a star

I woke in the celestal world as the Goddess floated before me in front of the stars “Xenos you had the power in you all along, that is something he can not take from you but all he drained as aether but you have the ability to use dynamis a power great than anything filled by the power of emotion and prayer and will.

“You mean I can still win this? I have to, I won't get bodied by a fucking loser weirdo like that guy.“ I told the Goddess

Then I heard prayers from all my friends the hope of the entire world as energy flowed into me healing all my wounds “I need to go back now TO FINISH THE FIGHT!“

Trump punched me with his huge golden fists slamming my body further into the ground “No it won't end here, I can't after coming this far.“ I said letting my chi flow through my body WITH DYNAMIS TOO surprassing the requiem hyper form and entering my CELESTAL BEING DYNAMIS ULTIMATE FORM as 30 wings of light grew from me and rings of light flowed through me as my hair was glowing imperial white.

“Impossible THAT POWER SHOULD BE MINE! I HATE YOU HATE HATE HATE!“ He shouted at me.

I drew the power of Celestia into my hand “SHINING FIST!!“ I roared punching Golden Trump so hard he vomited out all the stole power and super forms which flowed back into my body “THESE ARE MINE MOTHERFUCKER!“ I mocked.

I began to summon all the energy across the omniverse into my self “UNLIMITED JUSTICE BLADES!“ I said summoning all the legendary swords as each one cut into Golden Trump doing damage that could cut a god apart, each slash causing the entire multiverse to violently shake.

Trump was screaming as each legendary weapon slashed and cut into him “I WILL SHOW YOU TO THE EDGE!“ I said putting all my power into a divine punch slamming his face as his golden form shattered as the man himself was destoryed exploding into corrupted energy which was sent to other world for divine judgement.

The decaying form of Trump lay on the ground as a bug crawled out of his ear leaving him with a melting brain “I will uhhh cats and dogs eating the men...amnd uhehehe“ as he was a mess just a rotting old man.

“So the bug spawn was giving you power keeping your brain still working then who made it?“ I demanded answers.

A gross flesh moon was in the sky as the hologram of a disgusting fat cockroach man appeared “I am Curtis Moldbug, my people have longed for your world and if these puppets have no use THEN I NEED TO DO THINGS MYSELF TYPICAL!“ He hissed as the moon grew tentacles connecting into Donald Trumps rotting body filling it with foul gasses as he became a gaint corpse piloted by the bug moon.

“I will put my people in every humans brain then everyone will have worms in there brains becoming living nests for the roach humans kekekekekeke“ laughed Moldbug who had connected himself to the moons core.

There was still some energy left in my Celestal being Dynamis ultimate form “YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU PUT DISGUSTING FUCKING BUGS IN PEOPLES BRAINS! HELL NO! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE THEN SO SAD GOODBYE!“ I smiled flying him as I put all my power into my first punching through the gaints corpse as blood sprayed everywhere and it exploded leaving the bug moon exposed.

“How can you still have sssssssso much power impossible the bug scientists said we had drained you sssssss!“ Moldbug screamed as the moons tentacles tried to slap me but I cut them apart with light blades.

Then I used UNLIMITED JUSTICE REQUIEM WORKS AS ALL MY GUNBLADES AND SWORDS TURNED INTO RIFLES OF PURE SILVER AND FIRED CUTTING CELESTAL LASERS CRACKING THE MOON INTO PIECES AS IT BURNED UP!

“We're not done yet you piece of shit garbage motherfucker!“ I summoned the armies of Celestia as the angels of light appeared behind me slashing their blades in holy union towards the falling debris of the disgusting bug moon.

All that was left was Moldbug now exposed as I absorbed all the angelic heroes into my arms and punched him with the light of realms causing him to exploded into a shower of blood as his soul was forever chained in the void abyss

I landed as everyone in America was in awe at my Celestal being hyper form “You are all free now, democracy is returning.“ I told them as they cheered loudly and Brisket cuddled me causing me to blush.

“After this, we should you know...start a family.“ She said kissing me on the cheek and I looked embrassed.

In the company of friends

We went to Akiba in Japan to celebrate in a luxury maid cafe as I pulled my car in and sat with Brisket, Kazu, Cinos and Udon. The song don't stop was playing on the radio as I bobbed my head to it, enjoying the nighttime air.

“Its the times like this you have to remember right? The best of days.“ Brisket smiled as I thought back to all the adventures we had.

“Yeah.“ I smiled watching a female in a black coat come in which made me a little uneasy but I shrugged.

The music swelled as a dog demi human came in walking into the bathrooms “So what are we ordering?“ Kazu said and I looked at the menu.

It was truly the best of days I thought to myself but then I looked up noticing something.

#Xenos the cat unleashed #original story #this was painful #spoof #christian humber reloaded #edgy #oc

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