#Tertiary Teaching

[thisisgraeme]

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[niconiconwo]

I know the meme around here is that retail is the worst kind of job but go work any typical dead end manufacturing job and you'll regret not having that retail job instead.

The pay is abysmal, the hours are bullshit, and you not only fuck up your body but also lose most of your free time to pursue better prospects. They are also some of the most mentally unstimulating jobs in the world. It's why I tell people to avoid the industry unless they have a specialisation or enough luck to get one of the better positions like QA.

Imagine the chronic understaffing and underpaying culture of typical shit work, but now you have 10 - 12 hour shifts and often forced to work 50 hour weeks for a dollar or two above minimum. The deal is not good.

Frankly any job that is full time should pay you significantly above minimum because of the time commitment you are making; the value of your time is that you could use it to make yourself more valuable in a sense which means you are trading that future value for a lower immediate return. People forget you aren't simply trading time and energy in the now for a paycheck, but also in the future.

So really, a P/T job in retail where you make minimum or a little more is a higher value proposition if your situation accommodates it. F/T maybe if you need more income now to enable later pursuits as long as the extra hours don't severely eat at your free time.

[crystalisedtem]

I cannot concentrate on this lecture because all I can think about is Scarlett, and a new idea popped into my head about Bree painting her nails blue… I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS OH MY GOSH

[toskarin]

don't let tumblr try to teach you character design, they'll say a character is a dilf and he looks like a secret tertiary game grump

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike “is the heart” when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, he’s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isn’t the case. It’s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why he’s so open to including Max “as the new kid” because that was him once. Dustin’s iconic “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steve’s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks he’s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring “I’ve bled with him!” When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustin’s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, he’s dedicated, he’s unabashedly caring, and he’s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isn’t the heart; he’s the Central Nervous System, he’s the nucleus, he’s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. He’s constantly inspiring and providing direction. He’s a goofball, he’s wise beyond his years, he’s a lover and he’s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, he’s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, he’s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. He’s my heart of the show damn it!

[suhosieun]

MBTI typings + analysis of weak hero class characters

disclaimer: this analysis would be based on cognitive functions, so please don't tag this post with "why is he an e, he should be an i" or something like that. please read about cognitive functions, it's life-changing.

and this is my personal observation and analysis, so i'm not claiming 100% accuracy. but i have been studying mbti typology for 5 years, and i believe my hyperfixation on weak hero characters is strong enough to offer an interpretation that's atleast in the right ballpark. feel free to share your own opinions, though.

yeon sieun — INTJ (Ni-Te-Fi-Se)

INTJs lead with introverted intuition (Ni), which means they're constantly absorbing patterns and projecting outcomes. that’s essentially sieun’s entire combat strategy. he fights with foresight, not force. his brain is always several moves ahead, calculating silently before acting. he also has auxiliary extraverted thinking (Te), which makes him prioritize efficiency. this explains why he’d rather stab someone with a pen and end the fight cleanly than try to brawl with someone much stronger than him. it's just more efficient.

INTJs have tertiary Fi (introverted feeling), which acts like a quiet internal moral compass. it’s always there in the background, nagging him. it's not loud enough to dictate his decisions, but still present in case he changed his mind. that’s why he hesitates to help juntae at first. not out of apathy, but because the voice in his head keeps getting suppressed by his dominant intuition, which keeps telling him to mind his own business. it keeps warning him of the consequences of getting involved. however, he takes action when he finally listens to his tertiary Fi telling him, you know it’s the right thing to do.

his inferior Se (extraverted sensing) makes him inattentive to his physical environment unless it directly interferes with his internal world. he's never interested or notices people around him, unless his peace is disrupted. a blatant example of this is when he completely misses seongje showing up at suho’s hospital. he doesn’t register what's happening around him until it directly concerns him.

he’s also emotionally private (typical INTJ trait — they don’t like performing vulnerability). sieun is more expressive in his unread text messages to suho than he ever is face-to-face. it's a classic Ni-Fi wall: he feels deeply, but processes everything internally, where no one can touch it.

ahn suho — ESTP (Se-Ti-Fe-Ni)

ESTPs are sensor-thinkers, grounded in the present and driven by logic. suho’s dominant Se (extraverted sensing) makes him highly reactive to his environment. he only intervenes when he senses something is wrong; not out of moral obligation, and definitely not out of concern for consequences. his instincts are fast, physical, and attuned to danger. we see this in his professional fighting skills (MMA trainee and all) and athletic abilities. it's also obvious in the way he expresses love through action, taking on tiring jobs for his grandma without complaint, teaching sieun how to fight. it's a classic Se expression of love: fixing, serving, fighting, guiding.

his Ti (introverted thinking) is what makes him sharp. he’s logical and objective, but not necessarily fair, because he's not led by morals (which doesn't mean that he doesn't have morals at all, but it's not the driver of his decisions). he's loyal to who he cares about, not to any sense of abstract justice. like how he’ll go to hell and back for sieun, but won’t extend that same energy to everyone (this can be backed up by sumin pd, who pointed out that unlike baku, who protects the whole school, suho only protects sieun. baku has a higher moral compass, as a high Fi-user, but more on that later). his humour is also very Ti-coded; dry, clever, and often rooted in logic ("how can you talk about food while eating?" "you talk about life while living it").

tertiary Fe (extraverted feeling) gives him just enough charm and emotional fluency to read a room, crack a joke, or comfort someone. but it’s also fragile. he gets defensive fast, especially when misunderstood or unfairly blamed (like how he gets physically aggressive when beomseok starts beefing with him for no reason). weak Fe makes him take criticism personally and lash out emotionally.

he also has inferior Ni, which means his intuition is weak, and he rarely thinks ahead. like when he gets into gilsu’s car without a solid plan. he improvises well (texting sieun from his watch), but forgets to consider that gilsu could check his phone too.

personality-wise, sieun and suho are actually a lethal pair in combat. sieun has the sixth sense of an Ni-dom, while suho has the reflexes of an Se-dom. but romantically, they’re lowkey doomed. a tertiary Fi and tertiary Fe pair. neither are good at emotional communication. both express love through action and protection, not words.

oh beomseok — INFP (Fi-Ne-Si-Te)

beomseok runs almost entirely on introverted feeling (Fi), a deeply internal moral compass that tells him this is right even when it objectively… isn’t. healthy Fi stands for staying true to your values and beliefs. unhealthy Fi becomes a justification engine. and beomseok's Fi has been warped by years of trauma. that’s how we go from offering to pay suho to save sieun from bullies to wanting to destroy suho for betraying him. he does what he feels is just. the line between good and evil becomes how do i feel about it, and the trauma twists those feelings into something darker.

his Ne (extraverted intuition) gives him imagination and ideas, but unchecked, it creates spirals; overthinking, projection, paranoia. like how he starts believing that suho and sieun were replacing him with youngyi.

tertiary Si (introverted sensing) makes him cling to what’s familiar. that’s why youngyi’s addition to their group unsettles him: she disrupts the group dynamic he’s grown attached to.

his inferior Te (extraverted thinking), the logic function, is like a faint alarm bell in the back of his mind, whispering this won’t end well, but Fi drowns it out. he knows best. or thinks he does.

youngyi — ESFP (Se-Fi-Te-Ni)

youngyi leads with dominant Se, paired with Fi — which means she lives in the moment, feels things deeply, and owns it. she’s unapologetically herself, unbothered by rejection, which is exactly the kind of ability that gets her to befriend someone as guarded as sieun. she isn’t intimidated by anyone. she's grounded in the present, quick to act, and physically assertive, often responding to situations with bold, instinctive energy.

what sets her apart from suho (who's also an Se-dom), though, is that her actions aren't filtered through detached logic (Ti), but through a strong internal value system (auxiliary Fi). she doesn’t analyze her choices with practical calculation, she feels her way through them, led by what resonates with her personally.

but Fi also governs identity. so when beomseok accuses her of ruining the group, and essentially causing suho’s coma, it doesn’t just sting, it shatters her. she doesn’t just feel attacked; she feels like her sense of self is broken. that's why she disappears from everyone's lives, because how can she face sieun, when she can't face herself? that’s the danger of Fi: when it internalizes blame, it takes everything personally.

park humin (baku) — ENFP (Ne-Fi-Te-Si)

ENFPs are chaos with a conscience. and baku is no exception. baku’s auxiliary Fi makes him emotionally honest and morally anchored, but his dominant Ne keeps his mind in motion, always bouncing between possibilities, fears, and imagined futures. that’s why he hesitates to fight again (because what if it ends the way it did with gotak?) but when something triggers his core values (Fi), when someone he loves is in danger, he acts out. consequences be damned.

he jokes around to defuse tension, but he's deeply intuitive, emotionally attuned, and cares more than he lets on. it’s why he’s one of the only people who can get someone like sieun to open up; not by forcing it, but by simply being emotionally available, non-judgmental, and real.

while his high Fi gives him access to vulnerability, it also acts as a strong boundary. he refuses to work with baekjin, despite his history with him, because it violates his sense of right and wrong, because baekjin brutally hurt gotak and ruined his career, which is unforgivable. he only crosses that boundary when threatened and forced.

baku’s tertiary Te is blunt, explosive, and reactive, especially under stress. it acts before planning. when stressed, he grabs for Te, takes charge, punches first, thinks later. his Fi follows his own moral compass. he refuses to fight and preaches non-violence. but when people precious to him are hurt, he almost chokes a guy to death.

seo juntae — ISFJ (Si-Fe-Ti-Ne)

juntae is the emotional backbone of the group. ISFJs are built to nurture, and his Fe (extraverted feeling), paired with Si (introverted sensing), makes him deeply attuned to others' emotional needs. he notices sieun skipping meals, withdrawing, and not sleeping. his Si gives him observational memory; he tracks patterns and changes, then responds with quiet care.

he’s the only character with strong Fe in the whole cast, which is why he's the only one who genuinely hates conflict, and is the peace-maker of the gang, readily resolving misunderstandings and arguments between his friends. Fe also gives him strong empathy, which is what makes him slow to judge. he can easily read tone and emotional behaviour. it’s why he doesn’t believe sieun when sieun lies and says he doesn’t want to be friends anymore, because he knows it’s not true. he’s the one who tells both sieun and bakugotak that the other doesn’t mean what they’re saying.

Fe + Si makes him the one person who understands without demanding. he’s the first to tell sieun, "it’s not your fault," not because he thinks it’ll help, but because he knows it will. and yet, he holds grudges. because Si doesn’t forget. that’s why he refuses to forgive hyoman, even after he joins their side.

go hyuntak (gotak) — ISTP/ESTP (Ti-Se or Se-Ti)

this might be a controversial take since gotak is often typed as an ISFP, but i see a strong mix of Ti and Se in how he operates. i'm still unsure which one leads, but what’s clear is that he’s an active, physical, and analytical thinker. he’s impatient, yes, but also deliberate. he observes, processes, then acts, like when he tells juntae to escape before counting opponents in the underpass fight with seongje, or when he decides to fact-check the rumor that sieun wants to fight him instead of reacting right away.

his Se is undeniable: he’s aggressive, athletic, and always grounded in his body. even after quitting taekwondo, he stays physically engaged, taking up basketball, aggressively skipping rope despite his bad knee, because “he has to do something.” that’s textbook Se: movement as expression. like suho (another high Se user), gotak communicates care through physical action; teaching juntae to fight, teaching sieun how to play basketball, physically lashing out when hyoman insults baku, or breaking into the union garage when baku disappears, even though sieun asked him not to. he acts because he has to: Ti wants clarity, Se wants momentum.

but what truly leans him toward xSTP is his low Fe. His emotional communication is clumsy; he needs baku to prompt him to apologize or say thanks. His Ti strives to stay calm and factual, but his emotions; protectiveness, irritation, and loyalty; simmer just beneath the surface. he doesn’t judge quickly (a sign of Fe-awareness), like how he defends sieun from trashy gossip despite a rocky first impression of him. still, like suho, he lashes out when he feels misunderstood, like when he says cruel things to sieun during their fallout. And with low Ni he rarely thinks far ahead; breaking into the garage wasn’t a plan, just Ti-logic and Se-impulse running full speed.

gotak is a head-heart-body kind of character. he’s loyal without needing to say it, perceptive without being flashy, and thoughtful in a language that often goes unnoticed.

geum seongje — ENTP (Ne-Ti-Fe-Si)

this is really the easiest one to type because seongje is a textbook ENTP: chaotic intellect.

dominant Ne makes him erratic, unpredictable, and dangerously flexible. he's constantly probing, experimenting, and testing limits. people are like a puzzle to deconstruct. Ne is the function that gives you the skill and urge to explore multiple possibilities, which explains how seongje can justify switching sides mid-fight if it feels fun. he'd join his enemies, then betray them for the punchline.

his tertiary Fe doesn’t function like suho or gotak’s, who pair Fe with Se. while suho and gotak are highly reactive and defensive over them/their loved ones being insulted or misunderstood, seongje’s Fe is more detached. he treats insults like jokes ("is it fun playing na baekjin's minion?" "it is fun. i get to beat up losers like you.").

his Fe makes him socially aware, but it's not a strength, it's weaponized. he understands emotional tones, social roles, and twists them to provoke or entertain. he mocks sincerity (like how he laughs at gotak over his protectiveness for juntae) but still craves attention and reaction (feels hurt because baekjin didn't ask him if he was okay after fighting with sieun).

so ENTP makes seongje unpredictable, perceptive, and always a step ahead.

na baekjin — ENTJ (Te-Ni-Se-Fi)

baekjin, as an ENTJ, is essentially a more dangerous, volatile version of sieun. he's smart, strategic, and ruthlessly efficient; a master planner who relies on his introverted intuition (Ni), to forecast outcomes and his extroverted thinking (Te), to execute them with precision. to baekjin, efficiency isn’t just useful; it’s everything. he doesn’t waste time on what feels good or what’s morally right, only what gets results.

but his inferior Fi (introverted feeling) means he lacks the internal framework to process emotions authentically. he struggles to recognize emotional nuance, both in himself and in others, which leaves him disconnected from his own vulnerability. that’s why, instead of just saying “don’t leave me,” he orchestrates emotional hostage scenarios (like threatening to hurt gotak) to keep baku close. it's twisted, but, to him, weirdly efficient. and in baekjin’s world, effectiveness often replaces intimacy.

he knows what works, not what's right. he weaponizes logic without empathy. and you can’t out-think him, because he’s already seen your next ten moves and calculated exactly where you’ll land.

baekjin uses control and intelligence as a shield, mastering manipulation to avoid vulnerability.

so that ends my analysis. if you need a detailed analysis of a specific character, have contrary opinions, questions about mbti, or need any clarification, then leave me an ask!

[hoboblaidd]

Solas’ narrative role in Inquistion is so cool. The theme of Inquisition is ‘faith’, in the same way the theme of DATV is ‘regret.’ Fittingly, there are four gods at play during Inquisition: Corypheus, Mythal, the Maker/Andraste, and Fen’harel. 

For all Solas’ narrative passivity, Fen’harel takes an active role throughout the game: aside from the general fact that he’s in our party, he teaches us how to use the Anchor, there are the wolf howls that guide you to the camp in the mountains, and he leads us to Skyhold (along with being the entire reason the plot of Inquisition happens in the first place). And he doesn’t just lead us to Skyhold so we have a new home base: “faith in you is shaping this moment, but it needs room to grow.” He’s moving the pieces of the Inquisition into a stronger position on the board.

Like the other gods, Fen’harel demands something from us in return: reclaiming the orb so I can continue my plans. But it’s far more subtle than Corypheus’ demands - give me the Anchor and I’ll fix the world. And more subtle than Mythal’s demands - pay the price of the Well and I’ll aid you in the final fight. With the theme of the game being ‘faith,’ you could take the Herald’s loss of individuality as the Maker/Andraste’s demand, and the ‘help’ we receive is the authority that being Andraste’s mouthpiece gives us. But with Fen’harel, we don’t realize we’ve made a bargain.

The biggest difference between Fen’harel’s influence and that of the other gods is that he’s a silent participant (the Maker/Andraste’s voice is that of the ever-present and loud Chantry influence). We don’t know Fen’harel’s involved with everything, and Solas himself is rarely more than a passive companion in the greater narrative. 

Solas’ most active role in a main quest - the Journey to Skyhold - illustrates the greater role he’s playing. During choir practice (affectionate, sue me), the people express their faith in the Maker/Andraste to boost morale and reclaim hope in their cause. But it’s not the Maker that helps us out of our predicament - it’s the god watching from the shadows. He gives us our home base and our macguffin for the rest of the game - the orb. 

There are other times Solas is a more present part of the narrative rather than a tertiary companion, but the only one that isn’t optional is our first use of the Anchor in his introduction. Everything else is conditional on bringing him or doing his quests. He’s an active part of Here Lies the Abyss and, to a much lesser extent, What Pride Had Wrought, but he’s not required.

[ogcalesgf]

windbreaker | togatomi, roommates prompt!

i can’t stop shaking off the thought that they’re a dynamic straight out of a fucking summer romcom movie !! anyways,

a prompt where in togame didn’t know what he’s getting into when tomiyama asked him to be his roommate in college!

well, granted that both of them coincidentally goes to the same college— but they also knew each other enough to share a space. togame thought, but a week later and tomiyama keeps suprising him.

togame thinks that tomiyama always does that, but this is a new level of surprise.

for one, togame did not know tomiyama could cook! he could thank the heavens for the unexpected talent that the beige-haired man has, because he thought that he’d live off of junk food whenever he’s not home if he’s being honest.

and god, does it bring another side tomiyama. togame didn’t know that he has it in him to be calm when cooking. the precision in cutting the ingredients, the happy face he makes that’s synonymous to when he does a great job pummeling the jerks back in shishitoren days. man, tomiyama really is cool.

togame is just happy washing the dishes for the both of them. and even with all that, tomiyama still offers to dry them for him. he could stand by that. just silently doing some menial task with tomiyama after a chaotic, and tiresome day at school.

but of course, that’s not all!

since they both know they would get busy enough, they made it clear to make it a house rule that they must keep the spaces they share tidy. and both of them keeps their promise without any mishaps!

then, togame accidentally got a peek at tomiyama’s room— not that the owner minded; but togame was shocked at the mess inside. he made a mind note to bring it up on dinner, not to shame the guy, but to ask if he’s having a hard time keeping the tidiness in the room.

to which tomiyama would only reply, “nope!” when followed up with another question— he would only answer that the things he would need are on his room, and is fine as it is.

togame didn’t really get it at first, but when studying with tomiyama in his room did he realize what the latter meant. tomiyama’s mess, are the order of things that he’s comfortable with. like when togame was asking him for some tertiary-level general mathematics help in his homework while the former teaches tomiyama english, and wanted to have some scratch paper to work with; tomiyama, without looking up from his english homework points him to a drawer while saying something along the lines of the third envelope or something. and when togame did reach for it, he decided to test some theory.

when he asked for tomiyama’s own books about a subject they share, tomiyama didn’t even bother searching for it with his eyes again. he just said that it’s under his bed. or when asked for some pencils and it was on top of the dresser near his closet, and so on and so forth.

tomiyama doesn’t misplace his stuff back in the shishitoren hideout, he misplaces it when the guys back there tidies it up for him!

in addition to this, god what will togame do with tomiyama’s cute lunch boxes that he packs for him. nope, he doesn’t want to throw it out. never in his life will he do that. he just doesn’t know what to say when his friends from his department who asks if he has a secret girlfriend he’s trying to keep from them.

arima laughs at his predicament over the phone, and when trying to seek out a supposed nicer friend, sakura does the same thing but this time in his face!!!

their words still echoes in his ears to this day, “tell me, did you honestly think that all your heart eyes and admiration for our choji stops at platonic connections?”

he was so stunned that after a while, arima ends the call as he sends a text that he’ll wait for an answer from togame.

sakura sends the same thing to him, though not as flustered as he was in his first year— but was still quite flushed in the face, “you wouldn’t have so much hard time denying a “secret girlfriend” if you didn’t want tomiyama to be your boyfriend, don’t you think?”

after a month of living with tomiyama, togame finds that he was actually smitten with his best friend, their general, his other half.

god, the boys back in their territory would have a field day with this.

——— meanwhile in tomiyama’s side:

“ne, ne, kotoha-chan, kame-chan really liked the stew! he even asked if we could have it for lunch at school! do you think he’d realize what i want to convey??”

“choji, for the love of whatever god you worship, it’s 10 o’clock in the evening and i am exhausted. aren’t you also?” kotoha groggily responded.

“but kotoha-chan, you’re the only one who wasn’t busy! ume-chan is out on a date with tsubaki-chan, and i can’t tell him about togame until tomorrow!”

kotoha just wants the endless pining to fucking end. then her nights would go through without any cut offs fROM LOVESICK MEN WHO WANTED TO RANT ABOUT THEIR LOVE LIFE GODDAMNIT-

or college roommates togame and tomiyama realize how much they grew as they spend their time together. and time solidifies their feelings for each other. domesticity ensues!

[imaginative-joy]

STORY TIME: THAT ONE TIME I SAW A COMMUNITY THEATER PRODUCTION OF PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Listen up kids: It’s time that you heard the story of when @dreaming-in-seams and I saw a community theater production of Phantom of the Opera.

This took place many years ago, when I was a senior in high school and my sister was getting ready to enter high school. The both of us were into choir, musical theater, and acting. We had done some community acting and music productions and participated in school plays and such. So we both had a lot of friends in our schools and town who were also into theater and music. Which is what led us to see a community theater production of Phantom of the Opera.

For those of you who may be unfamiliar with the concept of community theater, let me break it down for you: It’s not uncommon in America to have theaters and playhouses run by the community, usually hosted at recreation centers where people of all ages can take extracurricular classes and participate in community-led events. Plays are a big part of this. But since these plays are usually run by community volunteers, the entire cast is made up of volunteers. No one (maybe aside from the director and a couple other folks actually running the play) is paid. But the point is to give people (usually kids) the opportunity to try out something new, get a taste for theatrical performance, and maybe inspire them to pursue acting or to at least learn about it. You still have to audition for these plays, so it’s not a guarantee that everyone who wants to be in a play will be in a play. In our town, community theater productions for kids were usually divided up into age groups. Younger kids would be in shorter productions, sometime with a Certified Adult or two in the cast to help them out. Older kids (usually high school students) would be in more normal-length productions, taking on more difficult shows. However, since these plays are meant to teach kids about acting and help kids foster a love for acting, there are usually a LOT of parts so more kids can be involved in the show. Some kid will be cast as a lead, while someone else may appear for one scene and get two lines. But what matters is that these kids are learning something new and getting a new experience, right?

But remember: These productions are put on by the community on a near-completely voluntary basis. Which means that there’s a shoestring production budget. Costumes are usually made by the kids’ parents, donated by community members, or found in thrift stores. Any music involved in the show is usually played from a CD or (nowadays) directly streamed from online. Community theaters are NOT equipped with the same tech you get in a traditional professional theater. And the cast is made up of a bunch of kids who are doing this as an after-school activity.

Long story short: Community theater productions are usually cringe.

But that’s what makes them so darn endearing.

Anyway BACK TO PHANTOM.

So this production of Phantom of the Opera was based on the book, not Andrew Lloyd Webber’s famous musical (there’s absolutely no way anyone in our town would’ve had the money to purchase those rights), so that means no singing. And this version is written with community theater and a cast of high schoolers in mind. So some of the more messy bits of the story are downplayed, and a lot of tertiary characters appear so multiple kids can be part of the show.

My sister and I had a couple friends in this production, so we went to opening night in support of them. We had seen plenty of shows like this before and performed in shows like this (my sister was once one of the seven dwarfs in a production of Snow White and I the Sultan’s wife in a production of Aladdin), so we knew more or less what we were in for: Raggedy costumes, kids haltingly saying their lines, clunky scene transitions, probably a technical difficulty or two… but honestly, those aspects of community theater make it so endearing. We get to the theater (a tiny little space in the local rec center) and some of our music and acting buddies are in the audience! We go sit with them. They’re also here to see and support friends in the production. We talk and catch up before the show starts. Then the lights dim, some royalty-free creepy orchestral music crackles over the speakers, and the show starts.

One of my good friends at the time played Madame Giry (the head of the ballet), and she absolutely nailed it. Another friend played André (one of the opera house owners). Another friend played Raoul (we’ll get to him). At first, me, my sister, and our friends are being polite and supportive. There are some clunky lines, some prop and costume malfunctions, but all of that is to be expected in such a production.

But some people forgot lines. Some people missed their cues entirely. Some kids were acting their hearts out while others had NO CLUE what they were doing. My pals Madame Giry and André were killing it but me and my friends in the audience just started making this face 😬 as the show went on.

This was community theater unlike anything I had ever seen.

We start laughing. Not out loud, but we’re trying to keep it together and be good audience members. We’re whispering silly things to each other. We’re losing decorum and turning into bad audience members. But we rally and tough out the cringe on stage for our friends.

Then came Act II.

We get to the moment that, in the musical, would be the “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” moment. Christine, so torn and traumatized by the Phantom, visits her father’s grave to say one final goodbye. The actress playing Christine is kneeling onstage, facing a headstone clearly bought at a Spirit Halloween store, giving a heartfelt monologue about how she misses her father. She’s doing well and is in the moment. Behind her are some risers decorated with fake plants and more headstones that were clearly discount Halloween decorations. And on one riser, not at all obscured by a prop, sitting out in plain view for everyone to see… is a black box clearly labeled “Fog Machine.”

Here’s how the scene went down:

Christine: Oh Father. I miss you so much.

Fog Machine: *unearthly loud whirring noise as fog gushes out*

Christine: *completely drowned out by the fog machine*

Fog Machine: *stops noise*

Christine: - you said that you would send me the Angel of Music and -

Fog Machine: *unearthly loud whirring noise as fog gushes out*

Christine: *completely drowned out by noise and now completely hidden by fog on stage*

Fog Machine: *stops noise*

Christine: - and now there’s nothing left for me but -

Fog Machine: *unholy demon whirring noise and sputtering of fog*

Yeah, you get the idea.

At this point, me, my sister, and friends are stuffing our fists in our mouths to keep from laughing.

Eventually, Raoul comes to save Christine from the Phantom, who has shown up in the graveyard. Maybe some angry words were exchanged and a fight happened. I wouldn’t know because the fog machine was giving the performance of a lifetime.

Eventually, the scene ends and the stage goes dark as the scene transitions. During these scene transitions, usually some music played to keep the audience occupied while the set was changed in the dark.

For whatever reason, someone decided that this particular scene transition needed to have the Jaws theme play over the speakers.

So me and my little peanut gallery, already dying from stifled laughter, snort a lot and start “eating” each other like we’re at a Fourth of July beach party gone wrong.

But wait! The show’s now over yet!

We get to the climax: The Phantom has kidnapped Christine and Raoul and Meg Giry run to go save her.

Remember earlier how I said that a lot of these community plays will have a lot of random characters with only a couple of lines so that more kids can have a chance to be in the show and learn about acting?

If the fog machine wasn’t the star of the show, the Rat Catcher certainly was.

Raoul and Meg are going through the sewers under the opera house, looking for Christine (the set was just them in front of the drawn curtain on the stage). Suddenly they hear someone. They hide (behind the curtain). Out comes a high schooler in a lot of makeup to make him look like he’s been living in a Parisian sewer for the last 70 years and probably saw Valjean save Marius from the barricade. He’s covered with little rat plushies. COVERED. He creeps out on stage. His moment has come. His one line in the show. His Oscar-worthy scene. He’s milking this for all it’s worth. He stops on stage, awkwardly strokes a plush rat in his hand, looks at the audience and says in a creepy voice:

“I’m the Rat Catcher.”

And then he shuffles off stage.

No explanation.

No exposition.

Nothing.

And then Raoul and Meg emerge from their hiding place, also covered in plush rats, scream, frantically brush the rats off, and continue on their way to save Christine.

Who cares about pacing and suspense? EVERYONE NEEDS A PART IN THIS SHOW. GET A RAT CATCHER ON STAGE.

FINALLY, we make it to the final confrontation. Phantom threatens to kill Raoul unless Christine leaves with him. Raoul pleads for her freedom. However, unlike the ALW version, we don’t have a cool medley sung by a trio. Instead, Raoul and the Phantom start to brawl. Nothing crazy (this is community theater after all). But at one point, Raoul lunges to tackle the Phantom and the Phantom just sort of… sidestep dodges. Raoul, determined to do his own stunts and make them as cool as possible, dramatically tumbles across the stage, leaps up, stares at the Phantom…

And let’s out a Super Saiyan yell that would make any character in DragonBall Z turn green with envy.

High school boys. They say they’re not dramatic, but they are. And none as dramatic as this guy.

Once again, me and the peanut gallery are biting our tongues and covering our mouths to keep from laughing. Doesn’t help that we all know Raoul from school. I turn to the friend next to me and see the look of a man fighting with every fiber of his being for self-control. I see an opportunity and go for the kill.

I lean over and whisper in his ear, “Spartaaaaaaaa”

My friend chokes. His eyes go wide. He bites his lip. He punches me in the arm.

Worth it.

At last, the show ends. We all meet up with our cast friends in the lobby. They know what we did. They’re not entirely happy with us. We apologize because, yes, we were rude. We probably would’ve made Statler and Waldorf proud with our silent laughs and heckles. We should’ve been better audience members, especially for our friends.

But oh what a relief it was to exit the theater and relive the whole production and laugh the uproarious laughs we had been holding in for the better part of the last hour.

Long story short, go see community theater.

PS: During curtain call, we gave a special round of applause for the fog machine’s excellent performance. They were definitely the only paid actor.

[lucifertheanalyzer]

Ngl even though I'm not aroace myself I'm pissed at how alastor was changed from aroace to just asexual. In the show rosie implies that alastor wouldn't be interested in charlie because he's an "ace in the hole", which kinda perpetuates the stereotype that someone being ace is the same as being aro, as if sexual and romantic attraction are the same thing. Not only that, but it literally wouldn't hurt anyone if the show had at least ONE aroace character, not purely asexual like via and mammon. If vivziepop was so worried about shipping then she could've at least made him grayromantic or demiromantic, that way he's still on the aroace spectrum.

about the "ace and aro are the same thing" stereotype, what romantic attraction does alastor have? Is he straight, gay, biromantic, panromantic? I'm guessing if alastor had a canon romantic label then a lot of people in the fandom wouldn't be happy, but at least it would teach others that ace people can still have romantic feelings.

I am gay acoace and I dislike that Alastor out of all characters is asexual rep. I know a lot of ace fans like Al and view him as an ace icon which good for them.

I do not think Al was ever aromantic, during the pilot era he was always asexual. Amir said he was aromantic asexual but retracted that statement quicky after.

It is strange that the three asexual characters do not have canon romantic or tertiary attractions. I never come across an asexual who just strictly asexual with no other form of attraction, there could be a term for that, but I could not find one.

It is canon that he is unaware that he is asexual because he is "old school" (but knows words like 'tea'). This might cross into fanfic land but whatever: I would see Al getting an episode about him discovering his asexuality in a later season. Maybe Charlie does a speed dating thing at the hotel to get more guests, asks Al to join against his will, and Al flops like fish due to his lack of experience. Another character tells him about asexuality, and he acts all like "what" and rethinks about his life on Earth and goes "oh that makes sense".

I hope Al is a character that stays single, same goes any of the single allosexuals characters. Not every character should need to be in a relationship at the end of their stories.

[thisisgraeme]

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[madzilla84]

Necromancer School?

Something I want to know, but I guess never will - how does the Mourn Watch / Nevarran tertiary education* system work, exactly? Emmrich is a Professor, but what institution awarded that? Presumably there is a university (or universities) in Nevarra (probably Nevarra City?), but is the Mourn Watch sort of a university itself? Is it large enough for that? Like who is awarding these PHDs and professorships?? 

You can walk past a group of Watchers in the Necropolis who talk about having had both Emmrich and another teacher during their training (in this case, Advanced Spirit Calling), but do the teachers, Emmrich and the others, go off to a University somewhere up to a point and get their qualifications and then return to the Mourn Watch to specialise or is the MW just. offering university-and-beyond qualifications itself? (Or a bit of both??) Do they also have to do teacher/lecturer training? 

Hezenkoss mentions being mad that ‘they’ wouldn’t give her a PHD and I always wondered which it was… given *all* mages in Nevarra are apparently necromancers (which sounds wild to me; like, *none* of them specialise in other magics? Or do they essentially double-major?), presumably all of their tertiary-level learning institutions are teaching necromancy? And then the Mourn Watch presumably does its own elite, next-level training for its own people? Probably?? Maybe??

I dunno, I guess we’ll never know any of this stuff, I’m just so curious, especially now I’m finally playing a MW Rook and I’m wondering how and where she might have trained compared to Emmrich and the others. It (the MW) can’t be a *super* small teaching institution because she said she and Emmrich had never met before the events of DAV… i know you can’t really compare to modern-day university education but even so, in this setting they’re not just calling themselves doctors/professors etc, it seems to be awarded by an institution of some kind (like Professor Kenric in DAI).

I will always be sad that there won’t be a world of thedas volume 3, clearly I need it 🥺

*this might just be a UK term only, in which case - tertiary education is stuff after secondary school/high school basically, so university/college and beyond

[evelineheaven]

we hold on too tight to outgoing ships. 80% of the people in your life are secondary contracts. passing ships, they come into your life for a term and then disappear. Usually that is a lesson contract that you have to make. They come into your path to awaken something in you, to put something in you or to teach you something.

But you try to hold them down, while they are unstoppable.

ask yourself, 'why am I so obsessed with lessons?' 'why do I cling to lessons?'

just teach and let go.

we need to realize that these people we are obsessed with are mirrors of ourselves.

they mirror everything about you positively and negatively.

the 20% are primary contracts. Think of your romantic soulmate, your family, (mostly), your children, your best friends who stay with you.

then you have tertiary contracts, these are really people who you speak to out of the blue on the street, for example, or who you met briefly at a party, but they often bring a message with them.

[nichelink]

Teacher+Student: a 16+ nichelink relationship/relationship dynamic where one person is the "teacher" and the other is the "student."

this may include, but is not limited to:

the teacher being an introject/kin/alterhuman of a character who is a teacher

non-rose/tertiary attraction like cedural, tutelary etc

the teacher being dissoteacher/dissosubteacher

the teacher being a moralist, coach, academic, internal self helper etc

the teacher handling plurschool activities for their system or others

the student being an age regressor, age slider, chronosian, dissoage/dissotime/dissoperpetualbaby/dissotraumayounger/dissoconnochildhood, desirchild/desirpermachild etc etc

the student being embarrassed that they don't understand something because it's assumed to be "basic knowledge," and the teacher being knowledgeable in it and wanting to be their dedicated teacher

the people in the relationship wanting some kind of dynamic where one has some small amount of authority over the other while also being a protecting and helpful figure, and not vibing with Kid+Babysitter or Parent+Child; the teacher wanting to be a dedicated figure in the student's life who can support them and teach them but in a way less immediately attached than those terms

nichelink coining

flag inspirations: the dissoteacher flag, images of apples, the system caretaker flag

tagging: @radiomogai | @desirdae-archive | @dreaming-of-mogai | @everythingarchive | @a-agere-archive ? // ask to be untagged or to be tagged in specific concept/themes

i chose to make this rated 16+ as i don't believe it's fair or logical for someone younger than this to take this role.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Cinnamon Crush

PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Student!Reader

WORDS: 3,036.

SUMMARY: It seemed a contagious crush had befallen your fellow pupils of your Psych class, and you were no exception… Only, however, your Professor did not spare you from your lustful thoughts.

WARNINGS: reader is of legal age!!!, teacher x pupil dynamic (with consent), female receiving (fingering), NSFW, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, praise kink.

A/N - thanks to @sugarpopss for feeding into my delusions and horny thots, we brainstormed this idea, and voila! hope you enjoy boo xox

Undertaking this human behaviour psychology class was proving to be both a tease and a taunt. Often, you were a diligent student, reserved in your ways, you never struggled with losing focus nor lacking attention, and yet, something about this class with each passing week, was provoking something devious from within you.

Your attention remained persistent and unwavering, however not on the topic at hand, though rather on your stout and round professor...

Aegon Targaryen, was one of those professors you really had not paid any mind to initially. You scarcely saw him during your first year, as he taught mostly the latter years of tertiary schooling: when his presence was not occupied in teaching tutorials and lectures, he was adamantly hidden away, reclusive to his own office or the teacher's cafeteria. Yet, passing by the corridors, you had heard many whispering gossip from previous pupils, giddily confronting each other of their little "crushes" over their chubby professor. Yet, you had never fully comprehended their words, nor what they saw in the man, till having come face to face with him.

Gradually, as the weeks went by during the semester, you had grown accustomed to his unnerving presence, grand stature, that deep, succulent voice as he monotonously spoke: the longer your keen eyes lusted over his minute details, over his physicality, the more beauty you saw in him. And despite not being that much your senior, he was still older and an authoritative figure in comparison to your colleagues.

His weight was never an issue, nor a flaw that had "turned you off" nor the others. In fact, tediously attempting to search for a textbook in the University's library, you had idly overheard a few of your colleagues gushing over the potential likelihood size of your professor's cock.

"You know what they say about the thicker men, right ladies? I bet it you girls, he'd have you rendered incapable of walking!"

"A girlfriend of mine slept with a guy much larger than herself in size, and she said it was the best sex she ever had-"

"Do you guys not see the way he rubs his belly from time to time, how adorable he looks? Or the way he has powder or icing over his lips that he tastes and licks off?-"

"Well I've made an appointment to see him after hours in his office to discuss the assignment, but I can't guarantee that's all that will happen... Did you guys not notice the way he winked at me? The way our fingers touched when he handed me back my paper?!"

Captivated by their gossip, you began to grow more attentive to your elder professor in class. Noticing the details your enthusiastic peers had picked up, each time you had captured a small indifference, you would make mental notes, often smiling to yourself mindlessly. Now you found yourself, gushing over minor, fleeting incidents, where your fingers brushed against each other, in exchange of papers, or that his larger mass lingered over your desk, during quizzes, lightly feeling the gentle, erotic touch of his distended belly over your arm.

At one point, secluded in your distant seat, in the lecture hall, rather than diligently dotting down notes as you habitually would, you found yourself sketching "A.T + [your initial]" bordered over an arrow-darted love-heart. Shaking your head to yourself, as if you had awoken from a haste sleep, you truly could not fathom the sheer sway Aegon had over you, and yet his oblivious efforts seemed to taunt you a little more...

What felt like 10 hours was a mere one hour that had dulled by. Having spent countless hours deep into the previous night tediously studying, you felt tiresome quarrelling against the inevitable slumber that your body so desperately craved. Your head often bobbing up and down, eyes darting wide awake, shooting up towards your plump professor at the front, writing on the blackboard, his broad back turned towards you. The screeching sound of the white chalk against it, was steady enough to keep you pathetically awake.

Now that your attention was resumed once more on his figure, you delicately glanced over at how fitted his dress shirt looked around certain soft edges. How tight the fabric had grown, since the semester began, as often his pupils sought food as a way to his heart, many had believed. His thighs stocky, you could not deny that his backside was chunky, an innate yet heinous urge to spank and squeeze at his porky flesh. The thought was enough to send a thrilling, dull ache between your thighs, as you hastily squirmed and readjusted in your seat.

Now resuming his focus back unto the class, your eyes widened lusciously at the breathtaking sight of his face, and that swollen stomach. One podgy hand rested atop its distended centre, as the other dropped the chalk to the side, and held up his notes. The tight sleeves of his white dress shirt, folded up only barely making it below his elbows. The black buttons of his tight fitted shirt, close to bursting at its seams, another backed goodie would do the trick to pop them right off, you fathomed. An excitement at the sheer, imaginative scene, Aegon slumped comfortably on a desk chair, relishing in the last few bites of a powdered doughnut, and you... Nestled cosily onto his wide, meaty lap, his thick arm wrapped around your side, his pudgy hand finding its way firmly gripping your thigh, as the other held the pastry good. And your head laying against his stocky shoulder, admiring the man, as your hand slowly, and soothingly rubbed circles against his swelling, tense belly.

Now the preemptive wetness, you could just feel brewing at your aching cunt. The moisture felt thick and warm, at the slightest of movement from below, closing your legs together desperately, fearful that your professor could practically smell you from the distance. Yet he remained unfazed, continuing on his tangent talk. Shoving his reading glasses further into his nose bridge, as he read the loose pages before him. Examining the room, the class was present yet not full, only a few missing, yet everyone either in their own world, whether sketching doodles in their notebooks, or gazing across online sites, the few at the front however, kept their sole attention on Aegon. Yet in your horizon, they stood blocking his view of you further in the back... You were certain your existence in his class was close to fictitious. Just a shadow in the background. He scarcely spoke to you, except for a quick "well done" or haste compliment on an assignment, you were merely just there. Or so you had credulously deluded yourself to believe.

You had never acted so impulsively and yet, you felt that carnal urge, that burning desire to be fulfilled. Envisioning Aegon in the privacy of your dorm was never satisfactory, often always distracted or interrupted, your ethereal vision of him taken from you in an instant. And yet, here he stood before you, in all his glory... Why deny yourself the pleasure? You promised it would be a mild, quick venture.

Your hand began to idly snake its way down below your desktop, whilst the other reached for your black denim jacket, covering your legs and skirt, acting as though a chilly breeze swept by. Your eager fingers pulling up your skirt, as it found its way to the soaked cloth of your sheer, cotton panties. Your cheeks instinctively flushed pink, heat coursing against your face, as the humiliation set in at just how fragile you felt against Aegon’s mere presence, a man that you had not even conversed for any longer than a mere minute.

The thought was unbearable and yet you could not help but succumb to your desires for him.

Panties tugged to the side, a finger slowly slipped in carefully, meticulous to not expose yourself in your movements or your sounds. God forbid, if you had helplessly let out a moan, a cry for his name, you would cease to exist.

With a slow and familiar pace, your hand began to pump in and out of your soaking entrance, your finger delved shyly inside, encircling your silky folds, as your eyes remained fixated on Aegon. Instead your mind alternatively ventured into the aching thought, instead of pleasing yourself, your generous professor was instead in your stead, eager to teach you his wisdom, how to please a woman, how to psych your mind to pleasure through his experienced touch, and the constant praise of what a “good girl” you’ve been for him, his best pupil yet.

Envisioning his handsome, soft face just inches apart from yours, as his plump, wet lips grazed over yours before falling into a kiss. Wondering what his mouth would taste like, concluding a sweet, cinnamon taste lingering from all the baked goodies he would devour. You ached to feel his adipose flesh beneath your grasp, kneading at his plump, fair skin, suckling at his sensitive fat, leaving red, blatant marks on his pale skin. Your free hand now rested on your desk, you firmly gripped the edge of the desk, intuitive for some support, as your hip bucked slightly forward, shoving your finger deeper into your oozing cunt.

The excitement remained stagnant, and having noticed no changes to your surroundings, no curious or suspicious looks earned, you confidently implored, inserting another digit between your velvet folds, your motions stretching your walls out, as your pace began to haste a notch.

The tight feeling of your innocent walls clenching around your fingers, your mind wandered to the memory of overhearing the notion of Aegon’s cock. Your mind intoxicated with the idea of its girth, the words of your fellow peers, echoing in your mind as you relished in the sensation of Aegon’s thick, throbbing cock painfully stretching you out instead.

“Thicker dudes have thicker cocks, c'mon this is known. They’ll stretch you out and it will hurt like fuck at first, but God is it worth it—”

Deeper your digits shoved themselves, eager to graze over that sweet, sweet spot, leaning more forward over your desk instinctively, your free hand gripping the desk, now subtly covering your mouth, in an attempt to muffle the moans. From time to time, you needed to muster the consciousness to open your eyes, trying to mask your actions with some normalcy, as your professor continued to speak. You swore for a split second, that his eyes hovered towards your direction, yet he persevered, unfazed by your discrete, promiscuous nature.

Gods, you were desperate for the man. If he had simply called out your name, that would be supple enough to make you cum.

Much to your oblivious and ignorant mind, you hadn’t realised that your jacket began to slip away beneath your knees, from all your squirming and pacing motions. Slowly and slowly, too occupied in your conceited ways, the jacket finally fell to the floor, your legs spread apart to accomodate for your hand and its motion, you hadn’t realised your licentious exposure, until the air conditioned chill of the room settled across your bare skin. Yet your hand remained inside of you, your pace now slowed, as your eyes fell back to Aegon, your awareness regaining itself. Seconds spared as you froze in motion, before realising your professors’s gaze remained fixated firmly onto you, his lilac orbs dropping down intently eyeing your lower half. Hastily, pushing his glasses against the nose bridge once more, clearing his throat, he looked hastily down as he stuttered on his words. Immediately, you gathered yourself into composure. That familiar, prior flustered feeling coaxed you once more, the embarrassment visibly flaring in your meek face, as you dared not to look towards Aegon.

Caught in fuss, as you prayed for your existence to simply disappear, the class had been dismissed, and you hastily attempted to gather your belongings, as they fell to your feet clumsily. Just as you’d picked up the last of the fallen stationary, shoving everything into your handbag, the sudden shout for your name, from a familiar, deep voice boomed from below the lecture hall.

“Y/N, if I could see you for a second, please?” Aegon shouted, as you frighteningly stared at him, shyly nodding as you hesitantly walked down the steps. Aegon remained, partially sat at the edge of his wooden desk, his thick arms folded across his belly, making him look even more brooding. Never this up close, you only just realised how feeble you looked against his larger stature, a few inches taller, yet wider than you his frame would engulf yours, if anyone looked from beyond him, your presence would go unnoticed. His eyes remained locked onto the entrance of the class, as each pupil filed out, some without a goodbye and others desperate for some acknowledgement before giddily pacing out, as he exchanged friendly goodbye wink.

Now it was solely you two remaining. The room felt vastly larger, yet suffocating simultaneously. This overbearing tightness brewing in your chest, as you clenched your notebook closer to your chest. Despite now being fully clothed and composed, you felt naked in his presence, the shame settling in.

“How’s the semester been treating you, Y/N?”

That was strange, you hadn’t expected him to ask that. Whether it was the unexpected question or the shame, you struggled to muster the strength of your voice, as the words remained choked in your throat.

“I-I suppose it’s okay. Stressful, but okay, S-Sir.”

“I gather you’ve been busy with your studies, with exams and what not coming up. I rarely see you out of the library, not even the cafeteria.”

He noticed? You could scarcely fathom his words, and yet it was true. With the semester’s end exams looming in the horizon, you had kickstarted your thorough studies, desperate to cram every bit of information into your memory before it was too late. At times, you were so preoccupied, food was not an option, otherwise your roommate would politely gather you some sustenance from outside.

“I-I just don’t have the time for anything else these days, th-than to study… S-Sir.”

As you found courage to respond, in the meanwhile, Aegon had shut the door close, the hall becoming just a little more suffocating, trapping you in his sole presence, before he resumed his previous stance.

“Is that why you wished to put on that little show up there? Is that your call for help, hmm?”

Taken aback, you felt the scarlet blush of your cheeks flare up in heat, your lips mouthing open yet not words echoed through. Your eyes pondered to the ground seldomly, unable to maintain eye contact, as Aegon released a growling chuckle.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I suppose, I was just not expecting that from you—”

A wave of disappointment wretched and hurled in your stomach, as his words engraved in your mind. Shooting your eyes rapidly up at him, shaking your head you profusely began to apologise.

“It-It was unlike me, Aegon- I-I mean Professor. I am not the type that does ugh- that sort of thing, I-I am unsure of what came over me, p-please don’t fail me—”

As you breathlessly plead your case, taking a small step towards Aegon, you felt your eyes swelling with hot tears, as one fell across your tender cheek.

“Hey-Hey, what makes you think I would fail you? I’m not disappointed, Y/N—”

A loose strand of your hair had fallen besides your face unknowingly, yet Aegon took the decency to brush it across, stroking the strand behind your ear, as his pudgy hand cupped your face, the other gently rubbing at your side for reassurance. His touch was just as divine as you had imagined, feeling your senses slowly begin to collapse.

“I’m just surprised… A little esteemed. If I’m being quite honest, I would expect that behaviour from the others, but you? Not in my wildest dreams… You never cease to amaze me, huh?”

The last words he uttered, his thumb lightly flicked at your chin, lifting it subtly up, as he nudged for you to look up at him. Met with his warm smile, you bashfully returned the favour, completely smitten.

“I suppose I’ll have to change classes? Professor Lannister might—”

“There will be no such thing, you’re staying here. You’re my best student. And besides, Lannister’s a perv. One look at you, and he’ll think he has a chance.”

“B-But, where do we- how do we move on f-from this, exactly, Sir?”

Aegon resumed leaning back on the desk, plopping himself down, the wood creaked beneath his heavier mass, as his hands remained firmly holding yours.

“We tell no one… No one needs to know. I still teach you and you, well—”

Licking his soft lips, his eyes feasted over you, hungrily lingering from head to toe, devouring you as if you were some dessert out before him, that he was about to spoil himself silly with.

“—you can sit up there and still tease me all you wish, but perhaps… You would rather find more comfort in the privacy of my office. How about you meet me there at 5pm, just for some one on one lessons. I guarantee it’ll help with your studies. Let me help you to ugh- prepare.”

“I-I suppose that would be okay, if that is what you best advise. I-Is that what you want from me, Sir? For me to keep my pretty mouth shut, and do as I am told?”

Now the tables turned, the sudden outburst of an ego from your end, having been swayed by Aegon’s sly remarks, he remained somewhat… Impressed. Closing the distance between you both, his gut now pressing up against you, your breasts being pushed up against it. Precisely as how you creatively envisioned it, his plump lips crushed against your own, the sweet, sugary taste lingering in his mouth was a pleasant one, as his tongue pried its way into your own, before releasing as he inhaled a deep breath.

“You keep being that pretty, obedient girl I know you are, and I’ll show you just how proud I am of you.”

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Aegon ii taglist - @who-told-you-this-was-butter @f4ll-for-you @amiraisgoingthruit @bucknastysbabe

credit for divider - @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[ask-hsr-characters]

Dr Ratio and Professor Anaxagoras, do you have any words of motivation or comfort for a student who is finally burnt out after 3 years of tertiary education?

Dr. Ratio: “I…am sorry that the education system has failed you so. I assure you that the Genius Society is much superior in its teachings.”

Anaxa: “Ah, I’m sorry to hear that, too. Learn to take breaks when you need it - it’s never too much or too selfish.”