#Tips for Sel

[cosmiclightteaching]

The Unstoppable Ascendancy of Divine Feminine Empowerment: A Revolutionary New Era?

In the ever-evolving landscape of empowerment and self-realization, a powerful wave has been sweeping across the globe, propelling us into a new era of enlightenment – the rise of Divine Feminine Empowerment.

In the ever-evolving landscape of empowerment and self-realization, a powerful wave has been sweeping across the globe, propelling us into a new era of enlightenment – the rise of Divine Feminine Empowerment. The essence of this movement transcends boundaries, awakening a dormant energy that has long been overshadowed but is now emerging victoriously. Join me as we dive into the depths of this…

[richardtheteacher]

How I Use SEL in My High School Lessons (And How You Can Too!)

Richard James Rogers, Award-Winning Author and Teacher, describes ten which Social Emotional Learning (SEL) practices can be incorporated into High School Lessons.

A blog post by Richard James Rogers (Award-Winning Author of The Quick Guide to Classroom Management and The Power of Praise: Empowering Students Through Positive Feedback). This blog post has been beautifully illustrated by Pop Sutthiya Lertyongphati. As high school teachers, we know that our students need more than just academic knowledge to thrive. They need tools to manage their emotions,…

[hbhtasm]

So adorbs 💞

guys, I think I found my next favorite YA series...

anyway, here's my designs for the Legendborn cast

[2bless-s-blog]

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[hazbinshusk]

husk x gn!reader. two anons asked for husk teaching you how to make a drink behind the bar. one request was for sweet, one for a little spicy, so here's something that hopefully somewhere in between. 1.3k

featuring: basically non-stop flirting, wandering hands, and husk being hot as shit making drinks in close quarters.

“I’m just saying, honey, it wouldn’t kill you to add a little flair every now and then,” you say idly, tip-toeing your fingers across the bar top in front of you.

The look Husk gives you is completely devoid of emotion, and he keeps that deadpan expression as he tosses the shaker he’s holding up over his shoulder. He catches it with his other hand behind his back, returning to shaking it without pause. You purse your lips to try and stop your smile, and he smirks, knocking the shaker open and straining the contents into a glass. He slides it across the bar so it comes to a stop in front of you.

“Show off.”

He snickers, drinking the dregs of the cocktail right out of the shaker. He wrinkles his nose at the sweetness of the first sip, but tips the rest of it down his throat anyway. “You gonna try it or you gonna leave me on tenterhooks all night?”

“When the bartender doesn’t even like it?” you tease, lifting the glass obediently. “Shudder the thought.”

“Drink, smartass, before I take back the offer to teach you anything.” Husk tells you, and you grin, tipping back a mouthful pointedly. The sweetness of the honey liqueur teases over your tongue, undercutting the bite of the vodka. “Well?”

You lean across the bar, pressing a kiss to the side of his muzzle by way of answer. “What’s it called?”

Husk grins, reaching up to cup the back of your head with his paw and pulling you into a proper kiss. He lets it linger, tasting that same sweetness on your lips. “’s the Bees Knees.”

“It sure is,” you joke, and he rolls his eyes as he releases you.

“You’re a fuckin’ dork, ya know that?”

“Sure do,” you reply cheerfully, easing yourself up off your stool. You clap your hands together, bouncing on your heels. “Now, are you gonna teach me how to mix you a drink, or what?”

Husk smiles in exasperation, waving a clawed hand to beckon you behind the bar. “I’m already regrettin’ this.”

“Oh, hush,” you shoot back as you round the bar and come to stand next to him. “I’m gonna be great at this. Now what am I making?”

“The Last Word.”

“Sounds ominous.”

Husk smirks, rinsing out the cocktail shaker and setting it down in front of you. “Cocktail outta the prohibition era. If I’m gonna waste my time with all that bells and whistles shit, might as well pick a drink that’s strong as fuck.”

“Charming,” you tease, giggling when he pinches your side in retaliation. “Okay, okay… what do I add first?”

Husk’s shoulder brushes against yours as he moves to stand beside you. “You want about an ounce of everythin’ in there – it’s a real straight forward recipe. But before you do anythin’, if you’re makin’ this right, you wanna chill the glass.”

You raise a brow, amused. “You never chill the glass.”

“Yeah, well, I never make it right.” Husk retorts, smiling when you laugh. He turns his head, leaning into you and ghosts his lips against your temple.  “Ice in the glass, pet.”

“Yes, sir.” you’re only half-mocking in your reply, and you scoop out a shakerful of ice, tipping half of it into the glass he’s set out for you.

“Good.” he mutters, and you feel his arm brush against the small of your back, his hand curling around your opposite hip. You smirk to yourself, but otherwise, you don’t acknowledge his touch. “Now gin.”

You turn to reach for a bottle, and Husk tugs on your waist in reprimand. “Uh-uh. Not the cheap shit.”

You give him a pointed look. “I’ve seen you drink that paint thinner like water.”

“’s a fair point, doll,” he agrees, amused. “But you’re puttin’ the effort into makin’ me a drink – I should probably have the chance to enjoy it.”

A frown pulls at the edge of your lips at that, but now isn’t the time to address his addiction. Instead, you select one of the fancier labels from the shelf and measure out a neat ounce. You pour it into the shaker just as Husk sets a slim green bottle down beside it. You tug the stopper out of it, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing. “Ooh, and this is?”

“Maraschino liqueur,” Husk tells you. He’s moved to stand behind you, watching over your shoulder as you work. “Same amount, baby.”

“Aye aye, cap’n.”

“Shut it,” he growls in your ear, and you can’t help the shudder that rolls down your spine. “Cheeky bitch.”

“You love it,” you retort, doing as instructed even as you say it. The bartender rewards you with a kiss to the side of your throat, his claws claiming your hips. The cold, wet brush of his nose is an addictive contrast to the warmth of his lips, and you hold back a gasp when the rough barbs of his tongue dart out to tease briefly over the same spot below your ear. Still, Husk notices your reaction, and he chuckles, breath tickling against your skin. “Stop… stop distracting me.”

“I ain’t distractin’ you,” he murmurs, sliding a bottle of lime juice across the bar to you. You didn’t even notice him grab it. “Now, usually you’d need fresh lime juice, but I ain’t picky and cuttin’ ‘em up’s a bitch. ‘Specially when the only one who ever asks for ‘em is Angel.”

“Noted.”

“But if he asks, tell him they’re on back order,” Husk says in your ear, and you breathe a laugh, measuring out an ounce of the juice. He hands you a bottle labelled ‘Green Chartreuse’ and you do the same. It smells kind of peppery, but you catch the hint of mint as well. He steps back, giving you a little more space. “Good girl. Now we shake.”

You follow the same motions you’d seen him do a thousand times – pop the top on and smack it down firmly into place with the heel of your hand. You lift it and start to shake, stopping when Husk chuckles. “What?”

Husk takes hold of your elbows, lowering them back to your sides. He steps in close to you again, pressing his chest up against your back. “Jus’… take it easy. You’re mixin’ a drink, not takin’ flight.”

Warmth spreads through you at his touch, and you shiver as he trails his claws down your forearms to your wrists. You can feel his breath fanning softly against the side of your throat, and his nose bumps against your pulse point. You turn your head slightly, chasing his lips with your own, and you catch him smile as he nods down at the shaker in your hands. “C’mon, doll, concentrate.”

“Don’t wanna.” you say petulantly, but your voice comes breathy and soft.

“We’re almost done,” he tells you, volume matching yours. From him it’s a low tenor, a rumble that you swear you feel down to your bones. “Promise.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Focus, pet.”

“Oh, I am, trust me.”

Husk chuckles into your throat, brushing a teasing, biting kiss over your skin. “On the drink, pet.”

You sigh, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. “Fine.”

Husk smiles, touching his lips to your temple before you straighten, letting him guide you into shaking the cocktail like a professional. You dump the ice from the glass and set it back on the bar top, and Husk hands you the strainer with a smile so you can pour the drink. You pick it up as soon as it’s poured, turning around to face him.

There’s only a few inches between the two of you as you lean back against the bar, holding up the glass in offer.

“And voila.”

Husk’s claws curl around your hand as he takes the glass from you, lifting it slowly from your grip. He holds your gaze as he takes a sip, and you wait impatiently for a moment before saying, “Well? How does it taste?”

“’s good,” he tells you, swallowing back another mouthful. “You did good, doll. Want a taste?”

“Sure, I—”

“Good.” Husk grins, grabbing hold of your bicep and pulling you into a kiss.

[meo-eiru]

Do you have any tips on starting a VN is really wanna make one but have no idea how to actually start I have a few ideas but the writing and planning out is what overwhelms me and starting things is always a struggle how did start the process on your VN?

Well I'm no pro by any means so take everything I say with a grain of salt. I'm sure everyone has a style they find more productive but I'll talk about how I personally go about it as an artist who prefers drawing over writing (I'll be using the stuff I made for a now scrapped vn idea)

I usually like to draw a simple storyboard to get a gist of exactly where I'm planning to start and the story I have in my head. It's a very simple and quick step and don't be afraid to make some changes on the first version you drew.

For example here I have the start of the story and the 3 endings with the main diversion of the story line.

Then once I'm done with that I make a more detailed and longer storyboard of the actual game. I decide exactly where the options appear and where they lead to. This one is important, I usually go back to check what I decided on quite often, don't think "oh I can remember this no problem", you probably won't. Write down notes.

Once that's done I basically dive into writing the actual script, while following the story line I had decided on beforehand.

Visual novels are quite easy to code but they are very dialogue heavy, and dialogue writing is very different from writing normally. You can't just go "he said she said", you need them to come directly from the character. Don't be afraid to spend as much time here as you need.

As I said I'm not a pro, for example Sel is a writer and not an artist and I know she just immediately starts with the script after some planning, writes an overall script and adds in more details every time she goes over them.

There are no strict rules to making vns, there isn't a schedule you're forced to follow. See what feels easier to start with and go from there

[seiwas]

hihi sel! for your trope mashup game: bedsharing + teacher au featuring satosugu! (or any ship of your choice, really bahaha)

bitti!! thanks for playing with me 🥹 u need to know. this took me tf out 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thanks for bouncing around these ideas w me babie @mieiri

"looks like we'll have to cuddle tonight," gojo plops down on the foot of the bed, hands outstretched behind him.

you drop your bag to the floor, scanning the rest of the room.

there's a decently sized window at the far end, with a small desk and its own chair. to your immediate right is the bathroom, with a single sink, a small shower space, and a toilet. the space is okay, not too big and not too small considering the two giants you’re rooming with.

except, there’s one problem. when your eyes pan to the left, right up against the wall—

there's only one bed.

you can hear geto chuckling behind you, his leather jacket crinkling as he walks around the room.

there was supposed to be a couch at least. that's what your faculty had promised you. it's why you agreed to room with geto and gojo in the first place.

"dibs not middle," geto settles into the seat right at the end of the room.

they both look at you.

oh god.

this professor's retreat was initiated by your college in an effort to mingle with your colleagues from the other departments. not that you needed it to get to interact with gojo and geto, you know each other enough from the weekend martial arts classes you attend together.

that being said, though, knowing them from a shared class is a far different relationship from being comfortable enough to sleep beside them.

between coinciding schedules with the physics department and later time slots of the molecular biology classes, the chemistry classes you teach leave almost no opportunity for you to pass them in the hallways.

which, is honestly kind of a good thing.

you don't think you can handle seeing them even more than you already do on the weekends; gojo dressed in tight compression shirts and geto in those sickeningly fitted vests. how sweaty they both end up after sparring with one another—

"i'll take the floor," you announce, heat firing your cheeks as you immediately rifle through the cabinets in the bathroom for extra towels.

granted, the outfits they wear to work are a lot more modest. gojo always opts for pressed dress shirts, neat and sleek as if he’s busy (which he is, you think. he’s always somehow invited to meetings with the university’s higher-ups). geto, on the other hand, swears by his leather jackets. if it weren’t for the ‘lecturer’ id clipped to his jacket pocket, he’d easily be mistaken as a student. you’re pretty sure he has, especially by his own students on the first day of class.

still, you cannot handle sleeping in between the two of them.

in your panic, you don't notice the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom door, a broad figure leaning over its frame.

"hey,"

you’re going to kill gojo.

between the two of them, gojo’s always the one who tries to convince you to join in on their antics. but as long as he doesn’t touch you, you think you’ve built up a pretty good immunity to all his tricks.

this, however, is a completely different tactic.

if one of them can persuade you by voice alone, it’s geto suguru—and it seems like gojo knows it too.

“you know there'll be plenty of space on the bed, right?"

it was a mistake for you to look up, because now you've caught his eyes, an impossibly hypnotizing brown that drips warmth into his honeyed speech.

you breathe out, keeping your cool, “it's okay, suguru, i don't mind.”

he crosses his arms, leaning more of his weight on the doorframe as he peers down at you. a strand of his hair falls from the bun he usually keeps it in; it’s tip lands right where his smirk ends.

well, fuck.

"satoru's a stick," he comments, and from within the room you can hear gojo start to whine, “hey—!”, but suguru continues, ignoring him, “i can squeeze closer to the wall."

he tilts his head, dipping it lower.

you sigh, closing your eyes. the towels you’ve managed to scavenge now slipping from your hands.

when you step outside in evident defeat, gojo sits up from the bed, tapping the space beside him as he crosses his legs. gojo runs his mouth a lot of the time, but it’s in this moment that you truly believe pretty boys shouldn’t be allowed to speak. because when he says—

"c'mon, it'll be fun."

—you think the next three days will simultaneously be the best and worst days of your life.

some additional things i didn’t include:

gojo’s pedagogy is terrible but students love to take his class because they think he’s hot + he doesn’t require attendance. his assessments are either extremely easy (aka nothing) or fucking hard and students are willing to take this gamble 🥲 he also sucks at teaching because he can’t explain for shit!!! but he grades high 😃

geto on the other hand!! good all around except his assessments are always fucking HARD. but students also love to take his class because they actually learn something 😃 (and also bc his students crush on him hard lmao)

the sleeping situation happens as follows: gojo takes up most of the bed space and geto does in fact squeeze to the wall, with you squished to his side too 😃 on one of the nights, gojo clings onto you and geto scoots closer because the empty space freaks him out a lil 😃 at some point, both of them squish you in the middle too 😃 you start to think maybe they wanted this all along…

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 22, Untold - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, strippers,

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Tony expressed his concerns about you going on this mission.

A/N: When Tony Met Pocket!

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Boston, 2002

The bass inside the club was pounding, reverberating through the air and your skull as you made your way onto the floor. The day had already been unbearably long, and after your shift tonight, you still had a mountain of reading to do for your Introduction to Data Structures and Algorithms class. But, MIT courses didn’t come cheap, even at two classes a semester, and you needed every penny you could make from your shifts at Beantown Burlesque. It would make more sense, financially, to work a club closer to the college, but the idea of running into any of your classmates or, god forbid, your professors, made the extra time and money you spent commuting from Cambridge to inner Boston completely worth it. 

Not that you expected a lot of tips tonight. It would have been better if you’d been scheduled to work the stage before they sent you to the floor; you were always requested for more lap dances after the patrons had seen you work the pole. You’d just have to work your ass off to entice a couple of lonely men into the VIP booth. But that always came with the additional task of fighting off requests for additional “services.” You may have been desperate for cash, but you were quite done with having your body sold for money, thank you.

You made your way over to the bar, hoping to get some intel on tonight’s patrons so you could shoot your best shot. 

“How’s it goin’ tonight, Cherry Pie?” the bartender, Mac, asked, using the pseudonym you’d chosen for your stage name when you started at the club a year ago. 

“No complaints yet, Mac,” you said, gratefully accepting the glass of water he offered you– it was important to stay hydrated, after all, “but then again, the night is very young.”

Mac let out a gruff laugh as he wiped down a glass. “You’re too young to be so cynical, Cherr,” he said.

You shrugged. That was an understatement. “Any good prospects tonight?” you asked, leaning your elbows on the bartop.

Mac nodded his chin toward a group of young men sitting close to the stage. “That group over there’s racked up a pretty big tab so far. Think they’re from the MIT alumni conference.” That piqued your interest. Beantown Burlesque might not be the ideal place to network, but you’d honestly take whatever you could get.

“They seem decent enough?” you asked Mac.

“About as decent as any group of blokes that come here,” he offered. “But they’ve been pretty respectful so far; no one’s tried to put hands anywhere they shouldn’t.”

“Good enough for me,” you told him. With a parting wave, you sauntered over to the group, making sure to put some extra sway in your hips. As you approached, you surveyed the collection of men. They all seemed to be centering their focus on one man in particular– he was dark haired with a goatee and wearing a pair of tinted glasses and looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t place where you might have seen him before. You clocked his expensive loafers and custom Armani suit, and the way the others around him laughed a little too loudly at what he was saying. 

That’s the one, you thought to yourself. He had the money. If you were going to make your rent on time this month, he was the one you’d need to impress.

“You boys fancy some company tonight?” you asked once you approached the group. The man with the goatee leaned forward, a sure sign of interest, and looked at you over the lens of his glasses.

“Well, gorgeous,” he said with a smirk, “we're not ones to turn down an offer for good companionship, especially from someone as captivating as you. But let's be real, the question is whether you can keep up with us. Think you're ready for the challenge?”

Oh, this one was cocky. You could work with that. You trailed your fingertips along the tops of his shoulders as you made your way around to the table in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, you picked up the double shot of whiskey sitting there and downed the entire thing in one swig without flinching.

The other men in the group whooped and hollered at your display, but the man with the goatee just studied you with a peculiar look on his face. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked.

“You can call me Cherry Pie,” you said as you began swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music coming through the speakers. 

“I didn’t ask what they call you here,” he said, leaning back as you put your hands on his shoulder and began swaying in between his legs. “I asked for your name.”

“You haven’t spent nearly enough to earn that, honey,” you said as you gyrated. 

The man laughed at that, then, reaching for his wallet, pulled out a handful of crisp, one hundred dollar bills. He gently tucked them into the waistband of your bottoms. “How’s that?”

You looked at the bills tucked into your underwear. By your guess, there was about eight hundred dollars there. You just might make rent, after all. “It’s a start,” you shrugged, beginning your tried and true lap dance routine.

One of the other men in the group let out a loud laugh. “She’s sure got your number, Stark!”

At the name, your eyes shot to the man with the goatee’s face, and it suddenly clicked for you. “Holy shit,” you breathed. “You’re Tony Stark.”

Stark smiled. “Guilty as charged, sweetheart.”

“Your company’s network security sucks ass,” you told him, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He quirked an eyebrow at that. “Excuse me?”

Fuck. “Uh, nothing, sorry. Forget I said anything.” You put a renewed vigor back into your dance.

“Um, no.” Stark said, grasping your wrist firmly enough to encourage you to stop dancing, but gently enough to let you know he posed you no threat. “I want to hear how a stripper knows the faults of my network security.”

You blushed at that. “I, uh, may have broken in the back door and temporarily held your system hostage for ten minutes last May,” you confessed.

“That was you?” Stark exclaimed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded… impressed. “You paralyzed our entire operation!”

“Yeah… sorry about that.” Well, you could kiss any further tips goodbye, that was for sure.

“Why’d you relinquish control back to us?” he asked. “You could have held it for ransom; we would have paid whatever you asked for.”

Huh. You had never even considered doing that. “Well, um, actually, I did it as part of a final project? For my Engineering Ethics and Professionalism course at MIT?”

Stark cocked his head at you. “With Erickson?” You nodded, and Stark actually laughed. “He still a narcissistic son of a bitch?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Sexist, too. He nearly shat a brick when he had to watch a mere girl bring a Fortune 500 company to its knees.”

Stark laughed, heartily. “I’ll bet he did! What I wouldn’t have given to see his face!”

“I set up a camera to record it,” you told him. “I can make you a copy of the VHS, if you want. I needed to capture the moment for posterity.”

From there, the atmosphere and your position in the group shifted. You were no longer the entertainment. Tony (he insisted you call him that) invited you to join him as his equal, and for the next several hours, he picked your brain, testing your knowledge and asking you questions about yourself, much to the displeasure of the rest of his group. One by one, they departed, until it was just the two of you. You were having the time of your life. You figured you’d never again have the opportunity to sit back and just hang out with such an icon of the tech community, and you were going to make the most of it. Now, here you were playing a game of Never Have I Ever.

“Never have I ever sheared a sheep,” Tony said with a grin.

“Why, Mr. Stark,” you said, bringing your glass to your lips (you failed to mention that, technically, you weren’t legally old enough to drink), “you haven’t truly lived until you’ve shorn the raw wool from an unwilling ewe.”

“You’re shitting me,” Tony said, laughing.

You took the glass from your lips without drinking. “You got me,” you told him. I grew up in Dayton. Not a whole lotta opportunities for sheep shearing there.”

A mischievous glint came into Tony’s eyes. “Your shift’s got to be almost over,” he said. “What do you say, Cherry Pie? Wanna go shear a sheep?”

“(Y/N),” you told him. “My name’s (Y/N), and I would fucking love to.”

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[genderjester]

I want to get this done so bad but i literally feel electrically charged with anxiety over it im so mad

Anxiety abt a deadline stopping u from sitting down and doing the thing is such bullshit 😭😭 it always takes me so long to get back to my computer and sit down and work on m application again😭

[black-amortentia]

Such a Fall of Snow | Frost - Snolidays 2023

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, just fluff, barely proofread so please excuse mistakes!

This is my story for week one "Frost" of Snolidays 2023! I decided to take all the prompts together and use them to inspire one little story.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Anticipation for Christmas buzzed in the air of the Three Broomsticks, and the Hogwarts faculty were falling under the spell of merriment. Even the unsettling presence of Severus Snape couldn't dull the smiles of the teachers gathered for drinks. His presence earned a few surprised glances. No one expected Snape, of all people, to attend. They would never guess the real reason.

He was here for you.

Severus sat at the end of the table. Easy to slip away when the time came, and he could only have one person sit beside him. The only person he wanted beside him.

Minerva looked at you a few times, almost as if she was sorry you sat next to the most miserable man in Hogwarts. She didn't know you were exactly where you wanted to be. You and Severus were masters of discretion, after all.

You practically ignored Severus as you joked with your fellow professors. But underneath the table, your knees touched. That little shared warmth, the bit of intimacy that was your well-kept secret.

Three butterbeers in, you were happily enjoying the festive air. Severus had been nursing the same glass of wine since he'd arrived, sporting the same unamused look. He could never admit to the joy your smile conjured within him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Severus tip the wine glass back, draining it. He set it down quietly. Severus's warm hand found your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Firm. Lingering. His signal that he was about to make his escape.

Then he was gone. You tried not to shiver at the absence of his warmth at your side. No one else noticed that he’d left, his preference, of course, and you didn’t call attention to it.

Quite some time passed, you weren’t sure how much, while you enjoyed making merry with your fellow professors. Soon, you had enough of their company. There was someone else you were eager to spend time with.

After making your own excuses, you rose from the table, rosy-cheeked and cheerful. Outside, the buildings lining the streets of Hogsmeade cast a warm glow onto the frost-covered lanes. The door shut behind you, muffling the hum of noise from the pub. The hush of cold, quiet darkness filled your ears.

"You took your sweet time," drawled a voice behind you.

With a little gasp of surprise, you turned to see Severus standing in the shadow of the pub. His pale face was the only thing you could see at first, his black cloak blending in with the darkness.

"I was having fun. Just because you loathe the company of everyone around you…"

"Not everyone."

Severus fell into step beside you as the two of you set off for Hogwarts. His cape billowed, a shield against any prying eyes who might look this way. He walked close to you, the back of his hand nudging yours but making no move to grasp it.

Always holding back.

"Not that anyone would know," you commented.

There was this side to Severus, a side he let no one but you see. You couldn't pinpoint what you'd done to earn the privilege, suspecting it was a dozen little things since you'd become colleagues. “Severus ‘Humbug’ Snape has a reputation to uphold.”

You blamed the playful words on the butterbeer.

His eyes flashed at your jest. “I prefer to keep my business private. That is not a crime.”

You watched him from the corner of your eye. You knew there was more to it than that. Severus kept a tight leash of control over his emotions at all times, even moments like this when it was just the two of you. You respected him too much to question him, which he appreciated. It was one aspect that made this thing brewing between you work so well.

“Come on, let's take the long way back. By the Forbidden Forest.”

The path was dark, seldom used, unlit. Private. By now, you knew it like the back of your hand, the number of times you and Severus had used it.

The flush of the drinks you had in the pub was wearing off, the chill of the dark night raising shivers over the bare skin of your neck. Few high collars in your wardrobe, something you were coming to regret.

“You’re cold,” Severus commented, noticing the slight change in the way you stood.

He unwound his black scarf from his neck and wrapped it around yours. Severus's hands lingered over your skin as he moved, the brush of his fingertips sending a different kind of shiver through you. The dark woolen fabric, still warm from Severus’s own body heat, settled comfortably against your skin. His scent wafted from it, tickling your nose.

Even though Severus finished wrapping the scarf around your exposed neck, he wasn’t ready for his hands to leave you. They made a home on your shoulders, light and ready to flee at any moment.

Your voice was soft when you thanked him, meeting his dark gaze as it bore into yours. You knew what you wanted. You guessed he wanted the same. Your lips parted as you looked up at him, your subtle invitation. Severus accepted.

His lips came down on yours, gentle yet fervent, knowing what he wanted and somehow afraid to take it. Your mouth moved against his, drawing him deeper into the kiss, hand clutching the front of his robes. His control slipped just enough, and he let himself claim you. A soft nibble on your lower lip made you gasp, and the resulting exploration of his tongue made your knees tremble.

In the shadow of the Forbidden Forest, your only witnesses were the creatures that dwelt within. None of them bothered you, and your kiss with Severus intensified, his hands finding your waist and hip, pulling you flush against him.

You run out of breath first and lean back, but Severus’s kiss simply moves down your neck. After he elicited some delicious noises from you, nibbled a small mark on you that you’d have to hide later, he finally came up for air. Severus cupped your face in his hand, staring into your eyes. The only sound you heard was that of your racing heart and Severus’s labored breaths.

“I wonder if anyone has noticed we’re missing.” Your words broke the silence, and Severus bristled slightly. “Should we head back?”

“We could stay a little longer.” Severus’s voice was barely audible, almost as if he didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t ready to let you go.

Wrapping your arms around Severus, you laid your head against his shoulder. He stiffened at first, and then you felt him relax under your touch. His arms tightened around you, cradling your head, stroking your hair. He exhaled, a seldom heard sound of contentment, his breath ruffling a stray lock by your forehead.

Even as white dusted your clothes, stark against the black robes and black scarf; even as the fresh snowfall covered the tracks you made earlier, Severus did not let you go.

[gregrulzok]

Fae Encounter Tips

1. Always be polite, smile, stand up straight, make eye contact. If you MUST count their fingers to ensure they're a fae, be very careful to do it subtly - staring for too long is very rude.

2. When they ask for your name, do NOT give it. Say "I cannot give you my name, however you may refer to me as [Insert Fake Name]".

2a. "Ainsel" (short for "Me Aan Sel", meaning "My Own Self") is a good fake name - any Fae trying to use said name to put a spell on you will only end up applying it to themselves. However, beware that this comes from a fairly famous fairytale, thus older and wiser Fae may be aware of the trick and not take kindly to it.

2b. A Fae may also extend their hand to "take" your name - the handing over gesture further solidifies the power they are taking over your identity. Do your best to avoid the handshake, even with a fake name - consider wearing an iron/silver/metallic ring. Not wanting to touch the Fae with it for fear of hurting them can be a believable and polite excuse.

2c. Do not ask a Fae for their name - they might take it as you trying to claim power over them. Ask them how you may refer to them, instead.

3. Do not refer to Fae as such directly to their face - call them one of the euphemistic terms, such as "Good/Fair/Blessed/Wee/Hill Folk", "The Good Neighbors" or "The People of Peace". Remember that "Fairy" and subsequently "Fae" is a shortening of "Fair Folk", designed for humans, and is essentially impolite slang.

4. Do not accept any gifts or favours. Fae do not give gifts without expecting something in return, and you do not want to owe them anything if you can help it.

4a. Accepting food will forever bind you to their realm - you will not be able to find your way back, and will soon forget your human life. This might be something you want - I can't make that judgement call for you.

4b. Decline politely - do NOT say thank you (as even without accepting the gift/favour, this will count as a debt), but do acknowledge their generosity. Have a good excuse ready.

4c. Should you, unwittingly, end up owing a Fae something, be sure to put out a dish of cream/milk as soon as you return home. Hope that they accept it as payment.

5. Do not follow a Fae to a third location. You never know when you'll be able to get back from it - even if a Fae is not malicious or mischevious, time does not pass for them as it does for us - you may return home to find that centuries have passed.

6. Do not lie, do not be rude, and do not yell - do try and use double-talk and thick quickly on your feet. Fae thrive on technicalities and loopholes, and exploiting them yourself will not be considered rude.

7. Ensure that the Fae doesn't owe YOU anything, either - insist you aren't able to help them if they ask, do not save them if they appear trapped, etc. A Fae owing you is no less dangerous than you owing a Fae - unless you're in DIRE need, make your best effort to leave the encounter with neither of you owing anything to the other.

8. Once you return home, check to see that nothing is missing, that nothing is broken, that your pets are safe and their fur isn't tangled, watch for small footprints or various little items that weren't there before - if you did everything right, there should be no signs of Fae interference.

8a. If you do find signs of Fae interference, put out an offering far away from your house as soon as possible.

8b. Items left by Fae in your house should be given back with said offering - loudly acknowledge their generosity and that you simply can't accept their offer. Return home quickly. Consider putting a horseshoe on your door.

[cosmiclightteaching]

Exploring the Mystique of Divine Feminine Empowerment: Unveiling the Unknown

In a world where power, strength, and influence are often associated with masculinity, the concept of Divine Feminine Empowerment emerges as a beacon of light, challenging these traditional norms. The timeless essence of the Divine Feminine has been shrou

In a world where power, strength, and influence are often associated with masculinity, the concept of Divine Feminine Empowerment emerges as a beacon of light, challenging these traditional norms. The timeless essence of the Divine Feminine has been shrouded in mystery, deep-rooted in spirituality and inner strength. Join us on a journey to unravel the enigma surrounding the Divine Feminine and…

[starfallkaz]

Sel x Bree thoughts that make me rabid

1. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: Cat boy Sel is sooo important

Bree has come to realise that Sel is very much like a cat and he very much enjoys sunning himself. Usually he’ll climb a tree in a sunny spot and perch up in a branch, Bree loves to watch the way the sun and shadows play across his face

the way he practically purrs when Bree scratches his scalp

he hisses at people he doesn’t like

2. One of Sel’s favourite ways of showing affection is pressing his cheek to Bree’s or pressing their foreheads together.

It’s the intimacy of sharing that space with her. Sel’s love language is physical touch, and it’s the casual intimacy of the gesture that he loves. Being able to see Bree, come up to her and kiss her temple or press his cheek to hers in greeting.

3. Sel loves Bree’s hair. Before she knew how much he cared for her, he’d catch himself admiring her in the sunlight. The way the light would play off the curls and wisps of her hair, alight in bronze hues. His lips would part and he’d stare and have to distract himself from reaching for her

He changed to satin pillowcases for Bree <3

4. I love the idea of Sel blushing, being furious that he’s blushing (how could my body betray me like that), which makes him glare. Bree finds this angry cat look quite adorable and enjoys seeing how she can get Sel riled up. Bree comments on how cute he looks, just to see his face burn and the scowl appear between his brows.

5. Sel finds it awfully inconvenient that Bree can feel his eyes on her - it’s difficult to skilfully pine for and admire a girl in a non-desperate totally cool way when she knows every time that you’re looking at her

Alice: I mean we all know Sel is down astronomically bad for Bree, it’s not a secret to anybody. Sel glares from the corner

I’m also so down for the bickering between Alice and Selwyn. Their ongoing bit of only referring to each other as “Kane” and “Chen” like two foes, but they’re united in their ability to kick anybody’s ass in defence of Bree

6. Not to be nsfw or anything but, it’s also canon that Sel’s canines are incredibly sensitive - one time they’re kissing on the sofa and Bree is on top of him, his hand stroking her thigh. Bree runs her tongue over the tip of his canine and the way he shudders and his eyes burn, and he just melts into her mouth - he’s like putty

7. Alternatively, kissing Sel when he’s aether drunk - after much insistence on his part that he’s completely fine, he just needs a couple kisses to make him feel better.

He sits on the edge of his bed and Bree stands between his legs. And he’s muttering in welsh looking up at her with burnt amber eyes, Bree catches some familiar words like, beautiful, breath-taking, and you’re incredible

she leans down to give him a quick kiss and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her, leaning back on the bed and pulling Bree down with him as she giggles

8. there’s a live band playing at one of the campus bars and Bree wants to go - Alice has gone home for the weekend. Sel detests live music with a passion (it’s all too much for his senses), so William offers to go with Bree instead, reassuring Sel that everything is fine - it’s just a bar!

Sel still watches the perimeter from outside - he tried to stand in the bar with ear plugs in but his eye started twitching and he excused himself

9. When they’re walking around together and Sel will either have an arm slung over her shoulder, or she’ll link an arm around him and the casual contact and affection is everything to him

10. Bree finds the smell of his aether signature so comforting. Especially when he’s happy or at peace, the scent of charred cinnamon and whiskey is mellowed, almost warmer and more inviting. Bree is falling asleep one night and mumbles if he can cast something - he casts a light scattering of aether drops falling in the room. Bree sleepily smiles and snuggles into the crook of his neck. Sel feels his heart thumping so loudly in his chest - surely even Bree can hear it

Not to end it on a bittersweet note or anything, but for so long Sel struggled to visualise what he wanted for himself outside of his role. As Kingsmage there wasn’t really anything else but to care for Nick. But holding Bree there and it’s never been so clear to him what he had, and what he wanted to keep.

[konigsblog]

humilation

sub!alejandro x f!reader

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warnings: cock and ball torture, degrading, self degrading, humilation, spanking, use of ‘dog’, blowjob.

kinktober masterlist. (day 12)

a/n: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i took a break. here it is, posted the next day! ps. these photos were mainly the theme for this :)

His hard cock throbbed beneath your ruby high heel. Alejandro's pleading eyes gazed up at you, pleading for your mercy as you grinded the high heel back and forth, stepping on his stuffed dick. “Dirty boy, Alejandro. Look how hard you are, so desperate, hm?”

Alejandro nodded at your words. His breathing was heavy, hitching in his throat when you applied more pressure onto stepping on his dick. “Oh, stop whining...” you roll your eyes and shunned him for being so needy. “Undo your belt, and give it to me.”

He follows your orders, like an obedient and eager dog. He nervously fiddles with it before handing it to you. You drag it up your thigh slowly, teasing him with your seductive smile. “Up, dog.” He stands to his feet, his cock drooling all over his military issued jeans, cum stains around the crotch. His tip was an angry red.

“Undress. Hurry, Ale...” You stand behind him, spanking his bare ass and wrapping his leather belt around his wrists, tightening it. Pushing him up against the wall and leaning against him, your sweet and expensive perfume finds its way into his nostrils, seducting him. He can't seem to keep his eyes off you; pretty black and red lingerie, those dark red, crimson high heels and pretty jewellery he'd bought for you, ‘La luz de su vida’, as he said.

Your gloved hands wrap around his hard cock, and you begin stroking him. He's so sensitive, especially his tip; after being edged, having his cock stood on, and slapped about. Your other hand fondles his balls, squeezing it harshly to hear him groan and gasp, begging for your mercy. “Please, my–” “Hush..”

You stroke him faster at the sounds of his whimpers, twitching in your hand. Just as he feels himself getting close, you pull away. His eyes narrow down onto you, panting and heavily breathing as he looks down at you. “What?” he gasps, “Shh...” you ease down onto your knees, “Finish in my mouth, Alejandro. You're such a filthy boy anyways, I can see you desperate to cum on these tits too, do you want that, greedy dog?”

Shamefully, Alejandro nods. He closes his eyes, feeling you slap his cock, his eyes shooting open. “Don't look away from my eyes.” you look into his eyes and wrap your soft lips around him, your red lipstick staining his cock, lipstick marks stained on his lower abdomen and neck. “Oh, God, please..” he throbs in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his veiny shaft.

“Aren't you so fucking greedy? Say it, tell me how greedy and selfish you are, what a dog you are.” you laugh, sucking down onto his veiny cock while you suck him off. Alejandro's words come out stuttered as his orgasm comes close. “I'm so greedy, and so fuckin' s-sel-selfish... and a dirty dog!” you suck him off faster hearing those words, his tip spurting out thick cum, exploding in your mouth. You swallow every drop, his low whimpers and how he bucks into your mouth.

“God-God, I'm sorry, baby– Oh,– fuck!” he pants out, strings of his load landing on your exposed, bare tits. Left a panting, whining mess and breathless as you kiss his tip, his shaft red with your lipstick.

[andypantsx3]

andie!! i hope august has been treating you well 🥺 it’s been a while since i last dropped by, but i thought i’d pop in to ask how you are 🥺💗 and to of course, ask a curious sel question 🤓

going off the whole ‘beauty marks are spots where your soulmate liked to kiss on past lives’ saying, where do you hc shouto’s beauty marks to be?

(and i have a bonus question too!! something writing related because i’m curious—who comes easiest to write for you? why?)

sending you all my love and fresh flowers for the month 💗🌷

Hi Sellie!! Omg I love your thoughtful questions so much. 🥺🥺🥺 August has been kicking my little booty lmao as I'm still recovering from covid (rip). But at least my brain fog has cleared and I can taste food again, and I have been cooking up a storm!!

Omg I loveeeee beauty spots. If it was up to me, Shouto would be carpeted head to toe; basically one mega beauty mark LOL. But hmmm for realsies, I think he should have one on the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth, and a generous sprinkling around one of his biceps hehehehe.

And I think at this point, Shouto comes easiest to me to write!! I still do have a pretty easy time with Bakugou because he's just like me for real LOL, but I've fallen into a good rhythm with Shouto--it feels like I always have a good sense of his reaction and I really enjoy writing the small minutia of his subtle expressions. The hard part is finding different ways to say it all, though, because there's only so many ways you can write "a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth" LOL.

But how about you?? Who do you find easiest to write and why is that, do you think??

[meo-eiru]

THE GAME IS SO WELL MADE I LOVE IT!!!!!! HEHHEHEHEHE ITS DEF ONE OF MY FAV VNS NOW!! seriously hoping it gets popular something like THIS GOOD needs to be recognized!!!! you both did an amazing job!!!

but i gotta ask, does this mean we’ll get more content of our fav boys again? :3 just asking!! no pressure to reply its alright ^_^

LOVE LOVE LOOOVEEE YOU!!!! TAKE CARE!!!!! (ﾉ´ з `)ノ♡ ～('▽^人)

Thank you so much!!!

The feedback has been so overwhelmingly positive so far, both me and sel are super grateful to you guys.

I wouldn't say I'm extremely worried about it but I was definitely expending some people to be displeased about it, and maybe they are but everyone has been so kind so far. We worked so hard and poured our entire hearts into this and reading your nice comments, asks, reviews and the tips some of you have sent really makes us feel like it was all worth it after all.

And yes as I mentioned before we will slowly go back to our usual schedule and I'll start posting about the boys again, I didn't forget about them! Both me and sel are kinda catching our breaths right now but once I rest up it's yandereing time