#a concentrated 10 min of editing?

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Any updates on the new chapter?

YES-

So expliantion why this chapter is taking a bit beyond the original delay period is- I fucked up continuity. Or more so- as the story developed, some one of comments made towards the earlier chapters now go directly against where i want the story to go now

SO some of y'all may have noticed the new description update, which as of rn im going through and making those small shifts and edits throughout the fic

Dw about having to re read- after chapter 17 is updated I will be adding a temp chapter 18 with a quick bullet list of whats important to know changed

TLDR- 17 is done, BUT its the "next step" to a lot of major lore, and in that since its already been so long there wont be another good time to go back through for the small edits.

P.S the real chapter 18 is in the works, and so is a chunk of 19 im writing in advance- so I PROMISE this is the longest yall will ever have to wait period, after this back to regular schedule

[christiansorrell]

Play-By-Blog #16: The Isle by Luke Gearing

Welcome to my ongoing play-by-blog of The Isle by Luke Gearing! We are playing this adventure with its original system, The Vanilla Game (adjusted somewhat to fit the format). You can check out the Play-By-Blog Repository to get all caught up if you wish.

How Play-By-Blog works:

I write up the situation, NPCs, and more, just like a DM.

You vote in the poll to help decide the character's course of action.

I roll the dice, resolve actions, and write them up next week.

So on and so forth for the rest of the adventure!

Notation:

[Text in brackets is out-of-character/GM text!] "Non-italicized quotes denote text from the original adventure!" "Italicized quotations denotes NPC dialogue."

Our character: Medon Girou - Magic Cutpurse

Our maps: The Isle, The Dungeon (so far)

[You can use the links above to find Medon's Character Sheet and map of the Isle and the so far uncovered portions below the surface. On the Dungeon map, you are currently in Floor 2, in the hall to the east of Room 19.]

Now, back to the adventure!

Unsure of the dangers that lie ahead, you once again sit and concentrate, being the Wizard Eye ritual. Over the next hour [6 Encounter Rolls (1 per 10 mins): only 1 triggered an event], you safely conjure the invisible arcane orb.

Midway through the ritual, you hear the crack of brittle bone against stone, new sounds from the burnt smelling room to the south. You send the Eye down the hall.

In the chamber [Room 17], you see 6 Bonded Dead, animated skeleton warriors like those that accompanied Fionn in his chamber only these wear old, rotten furs. Fionn mentioned his brother's penchant for furs and the ornamentation of their forefathers. These are mindless dead, in service of Dainéal. They march to the northern end of the room before turning and marching out the chamber's western door and into the room housing the strange sphere creature you spotted earlier in your scouting [Room 16].

Beside the now-gone Bonded Dead, you see "a burnt figure, huddled by the eastern doorway. Now barely recognizable as human." An open doorway leads east down a short hall and into another chamber.

Here [Room 18], "thick soot blackens the walls and floor." Beneath the soot, there is a slight glimmer, like a layer of flint, on the flooring. Taking several minutes to closely examine the room, you discover several details: "the ceiling has many fine holes bored into it" (nearly impossible to see from standing height) and "the floor is made of four pressure plates." To the east, there is "a door marked with images of coiling serpents falling into a pit."

You let the Wizard Eye fizzle and creep down into the room with the burnt body [Room 17]. You hear the Bonded Dead, Dainéal's patrol, marching further away, to the south [out of Room 16]. There are going away, but you do not know if or when they may be back.

The burnt body has nothing of use. Everything is burnt and charred save the few bits of armor, all missing their straps: gauntlets, a chest piece, and large plate mail boots, all battered and covered in soot.

You look into the room with the pressure plates, clearly trapped, and ponder how to proceed. There's no way to avoid all of the pressure plates by entering the room (although you do not know how much weight may be necessary to trigger them). You could Teleport again, but there's much more risk in teleporting into the next chamber without firsthand knowledge or sight of it and casting as a ritual takes time you may not have with the Bonded Dead about and casting it quickly has it's own risks of miscasting.

You have many options, none of them perfect.

[EDIT: For the options below, @wrapping-rags suggested throwing the armor pieces from the corpse into the room and onto the pressure plates (instead of having to cast Sticks to Snakes and that's a great idea so if you like that option, please vote for "Cast Sticks to Snakes" and we'll do that instead!]

[If you've got another crafty solution to evading the trap, reblog or drop a comment! I'm always up for considering creative new ways for players to outsmart the dungeon! - Christian]

PBB #17 is up now!

[criphd]

adventures in developing a short term writing routine notes & practices :

[i returned to this ask response from julia @northwindow abt creating a writing routine to help me w this bc it was a rly great answer !]

my working days are sunday, monday, wednesday & thursday (unless im too spoonless to work) so i sort of plan to write & edit on all of them at this point. i might develop a more specific routine where some days i dont write at all &/or maybe days where i'm editing things i've already written.... but this is in development & wld obvs change depending on if i have a deadline imminently.

30 minute free writing time is the least amount i aim for what i write in a day - but it doesn't have to be all at once [bc my capacity to concentrate sometimes does not work for any longer then 10 or so mins !] but i definitely on some days i go for much much longer than that

marking down ideas whenever they strike me & sifting thru them for prompts when i am sititng down to do some actual writing

trying to get some reading done without being so precious about being At My Best illness wise !! its okay to not remember or get all of it in one go/have to return/reread/whatever/ blah blah

working in different places - but mostly just at my desk at home, nd at my desk on campus (i need good chairs!!). but if i get bored i shouldn't forget i can book a study room in the library ! or work in a cafe (this isn't especially easy for me tho but it could be a nice change for a short time)

sending out a draft to one of the lovely ppl who look over things for me before shabbos so i can take a total break whilst its being mulled over by someone else.

writing in response to a quotation / using it as a prompt / if i'm stuck

also i honestly love to eat lunch whilst working.... so eating lunch at my desk whilst my word doc/etc are open :)

i also wanna try :

seeing how many words i can write in 52 minutes & then have a 17 minute break after (hopefully whilst eating a tangerine) ... (i dont kno why i just think it would be right!!!)

[archoneddzs15]

Sega Dreamcast - Chaos Field

Title: Chaos Field / カオスフィールド

Developer/Publisher: Able Corporation / MILESTONE Inc.

Release date: 16 December 2004

Catalogue No.: T-47801M

Genre: Vertical Scroll Shooting

The Dreamcast was still living in Japan 5 to 6 years after its release there. The Dreamcast is now to shooting fans what the Neo Geo is to beat’em up fans. Milestone has brought Dreamcast owners their Naomi arcade game Chaos Field before they ported it to the Nintendo Game Cube. Just goes to show that there’s still love for the Dreamcast from Japanese software houses.

So, Chaos Filed is another shooter for Dreamcast but what makes it worth buying if you already own the last lot such as Shikigami No Shiro II, Psyvariar II, or Border Down? Well, Chaos Field is quite different than the before mentioned simply because it doesn’t actually have any stages so to speak. Of course, there are stages but all they consist of is one or two “Boss” type ships. There are no actual little ships to blow up through the level. It’s probably best described as Ikaruga with only the bosses. You’d expect this to be quite dull but in fact, it’s quite a refreshing change to the normal do a level than battle a boss formula.

Graphically Chaos Field isn’t the most impressive but it’s still very nice. The problem is that backgrounds are quite bland but since most of your concentration is on the masses of bullets flying your way it’s not that much of a problem. The enemy ships on the other hand look very nice indeed. Chaos Field's audio is also quite nice with fitting sound effects and pumping music sort of like what Psyvariar II has.

So, Chaos Field looks good, sounds good, and has a unique level layout but how does it play? Like a dream, I’d say. At first, the controls do seem a bit confusing but give it 10 minutes and you’ll feel as if you’ve been playing this all your life. There is the standard shoot, lock-on, and shield-type attack but what is interesting is the plasma sword. This sweeps in front of your craft whipping clean many of the bullets heading your way. The only downer is that you can’t actually fire when you use this, but you can use it to attack enemies. Makes me wonder if they ripped this idea from Radiant Silvergun. Another cool feature is the Chaos button. Press this and you enter “Chaos Mode” which turns the screen a shade of red and fills it up full of bullets. Looks really pretty but it sure is hard to play.

Even if you own all of the later Dreamcast shooters, I still recommend you buy this one. You won’t be disappointed!

This version I have is the Sega Direct limited-edition pack that contains a free special audio CD featuring 4 remixed tracks from Chaos Field.

The track list is as follows:

TRACK 1: not back in time - 9090909 remix - 2 min 44 sec

TRACK 2: spinout - non stop mix - 1 min 36 sec

TRACK 3: back into the machine - non stop mix - 2 min 13 sec

TRACK 4: coccus - umbra remix - 5 min 37 sec

[bigsmallworld]

Nostalgia Advent Calendar: MCR edition

Day 15: An MCR song to blast in full volume

Umm… like all of them? That would be the correct answer. No matter which genre it is, you listen their music LOUD lmao. RIP my neighbors who’re probably very done with someone listening music at the minimum 10 hrs a day some 2000s emo band cause I’m at the moment packing up my whole apartment and thus either listening Spotify or watching old gigs on Youtube to actually get something done. A very good way to make the packing interesting, actually. Highly recommend. But I swear I’ve heard even the dogs howling :D

But like ummm… if I need to choose only one I think I go back to Revenge era. There are many songs that I’d decline to listen in smaller volume. So it’s basically just point one. But after Thank You for the Venom I really love how the energy continues with Hang ’Em High so let’s go with that.

Obvious one is the whistling in the beginning, gotta imitate and after that the drums and guitars just go so hard with rather hasty tempo that you kind need to put the volume up by then. It’s incredible how much stuff you can get in a song that’s not even 3 mins long. And I don’t think I can even try to not sing along. When I’m writing this I’m actually listening to the song on repeat and whistling the melody at the same time cause can’t concentrate to the lyrics.

Also one of my fave things in MCR songs is when they suddenly drop drums and guitar and you can really hear how significant those actually were. (This makes me think why I didn’t choose this for the guitar or drums song in this challenge but oh well.) ”She won’t stop me, put it down” part always takes my breath away, no matter am I singing or not. How a bridge with so much repetition is this good beats me. I guess it’s just the vibe?

[healthd]

02.05.24

Mood-Going by train to a different city, to get a new customer!

Anxiety-3

What I'm wearing- black suit, white shirt

pre workout- cookie (100 kcal)

Execise- 10 min runing+ 5 min climbing stairs+ 5 min lifting weights + 10 min yoga= 30 minutes.

Breakfast- Small tuna can with tomatoes = 300 kcal

Snack-Ate half of a croissant at the meeting (90 kcal) dates (70 kcal)

Lunch- Whole wheat bread (160 kcal) with pastrami (100) and mio (90) sandwich= 350 kcal

Dinner- chicken (300 kcal) + salad (200 kcal) + 2 teaspoons of jam (60 kcal) = 660 kcal

total- 1570 calories

When I will return I will be working from home until the evening. My goal while working from home is to stay focused! I find it very hard to concentrate when the bed and the fridge is so near. Gladly, I have a very cute home office. it looks a bit like this-

so, the weekend is coming- already invited my parents to have dinner. I really hope my weekend will be restful and that I will be able to relax.

I am also thinking of ways to relax this evening. Hope I will find some inspiration here. The pink noise and reading helped a lot yesterday.

-edit- had a small binge- had - 3 cookies (400kcal) , 4 spoons of jam (400 kcal) , some rice (40 kcal)=840 kcal

Total - 2410 kcal. Not that bad.

Fail - binged more. Tommorow is another day

[readerinsertz]

Hi!!! I love love your writing I was wondering if you’d write a Drabble for Grimmjow with some size difference, dumbification or dacryphilia and some aftercare?

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

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Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, one line where 'she&her' is used, pet names (princess), doggy, unprotected sex (use condoms!), humiliation, degradation, size kink, strength kink, dacryphilia, nipple piercing, dumbification, praise, aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, hickeys, possessiveness, marking, subspace, NSFW under the cut

“And remember, sharp as a knife,” Grimmjow reminds. Of course, he would use a blade as an analogy. You roll your eyes at him, the bratty action being rewarded with a slap on your butt.

“How am I meant to keep your liner straight if you do that?” You snap. Grimmjow rolls his hips and your anger melts as the tip of his dick rubs against your slit through the fabric. One large hand wraps around your wrist, the blue pencil almost falling from your limp fingers, and pulls it closer to his face. Normal men take the next step in their relationship by giving their girl a key to their car or house. Grimmjow lets demands you do his blue eye makeup. Occasionally he would even draw a white bone on his right jaw. You don’t know what’s hotter, that you can go makeup shopping with your boyfriend and not get ‘yeah, looks great, babe’ mumbles directed more to a phone than you or that your man was comfortable in his masculinity to wear “feminine” things… Never mind, it was watching him beat up some homophobe who thought men wearing makeup is gay.

You take the hint and bring the blue liner back to his eyes, concentrating on making the wing as sharp as possible. Thankfully, Grimmjow lets you concentrate, one hand kneading your butt. One change to an eyeshadow brush to blend everything and dotting some concealer to make everything crisp and you’re done. Leaning back, your eyes flit over your work before deciding it was good enough and reaching for the mirror to show him. You cap the liner and close the eyeshadow palette whilst your boyfriend scrutinises your work. Clearly, it passes the test as Grimmjow flips you onto your back, two hands landing on your hips to pin you down.

“Time to repay you for your work,” Grimmjow purrs. “By ruining your makeup.”

The male grabs both your wrists in one large hand and pins your forearms to the mattress. You mewl and buck your hips into his, needing friction. Grimmjow places a thick thigh in between yours, allowing you to grind your core against him. Your head tips back as a large moan tumbles out of your mouth when Grimmjow brings his head down to nip at your clavicle, leaving a few marks.

“Grimm,” you moan, the male kissing his way down to the hem of your tank top. His sharp teeth graze against your skin, you whimpering at the pleasurable sting, the fabric being pulled down with his head. His other hand comes up, one finger hooking into the material to pull it even further down, the tops of your breasts revealed to him. Your tease of a boyfriend dips down and starts sucking hickeys onto the bared skin. Visible hickeys were hot but hickeys in places only he got to see were even hotter. You keen when you feel Grimmjow move away from you, his large hands grabbing the fabric at the back of his neck and pulling off his shirt. The wicked smirk he gives you tells you he had undressed that way since you found it so hot.

Grimmjow plants a hand by your face, and you realise that you hadn’t moved your hands from where they are stretched above your head. Grimmjow takes one bud into his mouth whilst his other hand cups your right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You’ve always liked your pleasure with a bit of pain and Grimmjow’s the only person you know who has never hesitated to hurt you. He respected you enough not to treat you as if you were made of glass. His thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your nipple. Rotating his wrist 90 degrees, Grimmjow pinches again this time playing with the metal bar that runs through the flesh. The tall male pulls back, letting his teeth graze your other nipple as he goes. A jolt of pleasure spears down your spine straight to your cunt making it throb even more. The male chuckles lowly as he watches the way your body writhes on the bed.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you to one of my friends so we can get this one-” he gives your left nipple a mean pinch that was rewarded with a soft squeal from you. “-repierced.” You can’t stop your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your hips bucking up, desperately needing friction on your clit. Grimmjow chuckles, leaning over you to pin your wrists with his non-dominant hand. All the strength of your upper body wasn't enough to dislodge his one arm. It turned you on as much as his statement. Having Grimmjow talk to-about you- like that with such nonchalance, like you were an object for his pleasure, a doll that he gets to decide how they look is humiliating. The sheer dominance of it makes you drip.

“Wouldn’t that mean your friends get to see my tits though?” You cheekily ask. You laugh when you see Grimmjow’s expression drop, not thinking of that.

“No,” Grimmjow growls into your neck. “You are mine. No one is allowed to see you like this.” Grimmjow rocks his hips into yours to reinforce his words, his bulge brushing up against your clit in the most maddening way possible. You sigh before gasping as you feel him biting the side of your neck to mark you as his. You moan at his ownership over you.

“I wonder,” Grimmjow begins, fingertips trailing over your thin tank top, ticking the sensitive skin of your navel that your bunched up shirt now displayed, “if I were to put my hands in your pants, how wet would they be?” You’re tempted to ask him why doesn’t he just find out but since your bratty earlier comment had been let slide, you’re not sure he’ll be as nice a second time so soon. You don't get a chance to answer before two fingers slip into you, curling just the right way to hit that spot deep in your gummy walls that has your thighs reflectively snapping shut.

“Keep them there,” Grimmjow orders, pushing his weight onto your pinned arms for a second before retracting his palm. It wraps around your right thigh, large enough to encompass the flesh as he pushes it from where it’s pressed against your other one and pins it to that mattress. The blue haired male shuffles into the newly made space, forcing your legs to spread even wider to accommodate him. Grimmjow’s other hand makes quick work pulling down your trousers and pants in one go, cruelly leaving them hanging mid-thigh and preventing you from spreading your legs too far. Ever a sadist, your boyfriend kneels on top of the fabric, forcing your hips to stay down. Strong fingers trace up the flesh of your inner thigh the ticklish sensation making you jerk although, between your pinned right leg and thighs, you barely move.

Grimmjow pinches the skin just below where your leg meets your thighs. Your moan is long and high pitched and rewarded with a chuckle. Thankfully, the blue-haired male doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, skimming two fingers through your lower lips to collect your slick, circling your clit a few times. He doesn’t give you the chance to make a sound of protest when his fingers leave your bud before plunging two fingers into your pussy.

The fingers wrapped around your thigh clench and you know tomorrow you’ll have a handprint-shaped bruise but you’re too drunk on the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you to say anything. There had been times in that past when you had complained about the marks he had made and in return, Grimmjow had made sure to leave no skin untouched with his fingers and teeth. Grimmjow lets out a deep groan as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, thick digits spreading in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“Fuuck, you should feel yourself. So fucking tight. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be dripping f’me,” Grimmjow drawls, blue teal eyes focused on where his fingers enter your cunt. Your chest heaves as you pant out, hands clenched into the fabric to prevent disobeying his orders not to move.

“Please, Grimm-” your left thigh burns as the sound of him spanking your flesh echoes off the walls into your ears, thigh noticeably wet from your slick. “-please, sir,” you correct, “please let me touch you.” Grimmjow looks down at you, eyes softening as he takes in your flushed face and heavy lids.

“Such a good girl, doing what I say,” the praise is cooed down at you, Grimmjow’s left hand cups the side of your face. It’s so large that it covers the entire side. “You can touch me.” Grimmjow grants permission, having known you long enough to know when you’re so stimulated you have to hold onto him in some way to ground yourself. Your hands immediately shoot out and grab onto his broad shoulders, the male leaning down slightly to make it easier for you.

“Please, need you. Need in me so badly,” you babble, dark eyes turning glassy.

“But I am in you,” Grimmjow points out, adding a third finger and stretching you out better than your fingers could ever do. Your back arches, breasts pushing out as if as an offering. Grimmjow doesn’t hesitate, his large hand grabbing one.

“Neeeed your cock. Need it- fuck- need it to fill me up. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty baby.” His fingers curl and rub against your gspot. The stimulation leaves you wailing and bucking so very close to the edge. Instead of being pushed into that pleasurable bliss, Grimmjow pulls his fingers out and shoves your hip back down onto the mattress, the hand on your breast pinching your nipple to help edge you away from your orgasm.

You don’t even get to complain or throw up a pout you know would have the tough man caving and doing anything you wanted. Maybe he knew you were about to do it because Grimmjow grabs both your hips and easily flips you over. One of his hands runs up your back, pushing your head down to rest on the pillow. Grimmjow traces your spine down to your hips, holding them to pull them up. Once he had manhandled you into the position he wanted, he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping his length a few times. The male traces your lower lips with the mushroom head. You wiggle back, trying to get him into you but Grimmjow spanks your ass instead.

Torturously slowly, Grimmjow pushes his dick into you. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he pauses for you to get used to the stretch. His dick is big, stretching your walls in the best ways, and curves to the left a little. You wait a few heartbeats but become impatient and push back to urge him to start fucking you. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as Grimmjow pulls back before slamming back into you. There is an animalistic quality to the way he pumps into you, your punched out moans with every thrust accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust in has his cock brushing against your gspot and tearing a high pitched moan from your lips and every time Grimmjow pulls back you whine. You’re drunk on the pleasure only he can provide, hips meeting his to increase your pleasure.

Grimmjow bends down, coming to rest on your back and caging you in. One of Grimmjow’s hands remains wrapped around your left hip, helping you to move in sync with him, the other planting into the pillow by your head. His frame is large and wide enough to cover your whole body, creating a sense of protection and fire to burn through your veins. The new position has him reaching even deeper, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. You’re barely coherent enough to think how hot his hand looks, veiny and big. You’re definitely not coherent enough to worry what the neighbours will say.

“What a dirty little dumb slut, so desperate to have cock in her she can’t even take her shirt off before being fucked,” Grimmjow degrades, tears pooling in your eyes. Your shirt is a rumpled mess, scrunched up below your breasts, thin straps having fallen down around your biceps and restricting free arm movements. The tears begin to drip down your cheeks, you’re not too sure if it’s from the pleasure or Grimmjow’s cruelty. Probably both. “You’re my little fuck slut, pussy so -fuck- fucking wet, wish I could stay here forever. Best pussy in the entire world,” Grimmjow mumbles. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

You parrot the words into the pillow, unable to lift your head to tell him. The blue-haired male isn’t pleased with it and fists your hair to yank your head up, all the while setting a rough pace with his hips.

“What was that dumb slut? Couldn’t hear ya?”

“I’m yours! Fuck, Grimm, I’m yours,” you sob out, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow relentlessly bullies your cervix with his dick. “I’m your fucking slut. Fuck, so fucking good. God, love your dick in me, wan’ it all the time.”

“Aww, you’re such a sight. Fucked dumb by my cock. My stupid little slut.”

Both your hands are clenched into the sheets, teeth clamping on the pillowcase to try and quieten yourself as the tears keep leaking down your cheeks. Your attempt to muffle yourself is barely successfully, wanton moans still audible. The pleasure is too much and you’ve stopped trying to grind back into him; you submit to his hips thwacking against yours and turn off your brain, handing your pleasure and release over to him. Grimmjow easily picks up on your decision, hand moving from the mattress to curl possessively around your throat. You arch into the palm hoping he’ll grip it harder but instead the blue haired male drags it down between your breasts to slide through the dark curls and to your neglected clit. Two fingertips flick against your nub without finesse- Grimmjow only aiming to have you clamping down on his cock. The additional stimulation is the last push you need and you cum with a loud moan, collapsing onto your front.

It takes a few minutes but you come around, feeling the shallow thrusts of your boyfriend. Grimmjow is still hard, desperate to release but waiting to make sure you’re okay. With effort, you turn your head to the side and glance back at him, giving him a nod. With your permission, Grimmjow shoves you back down, manhandling you so your thighs are splayed on the outside of his muscular ones. A large hand cups the back of your head, pushing it down whilst tilting your hips up. You get the message and curve your back, resting your upper body weight on your hands placed below your shoulders on the mattress. The position strains the muscles in your biceps but you make do, wanting Grimmjow to also orgasm.

The male drills into you, fucking you as if you’re about to leave. Your walls are oversensitive, pulsing around his member as he forces himself deep into you. The wails you let out are loud. To shut you up, Grimmjow forces three fingers in your mouth, thumb curled around your chin to keep them there. As if conditioned, you suck on them, twirling your tongue over the digits filling your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My little slut. So fucking tight, making me -fuck- feel so good. That’s right clench on me. Clench that messy pussy on me. No one else can get you this wet.” You try to moan in agreement but Grimmjow shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your gags add to the noises being made yet you keep eagerly pushing your head closer to his fingers, fucked dumb wanting to keep gagging on his fingers.

Tears drip from your eyes again, black trails snaking down your face as Grimmjow begins to lose rhythm. He pulls out, hand wrapping around his dick and jerking himself off. You hear a loud groan and then feel his hot cum land on the middle of your back. The fapping noise continues, Grimmjow milking his release. A few weaker spurts land on your ass cheeks before Grimmjow sighs and stops.

Two muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and roll you over into his chest. One remains wrapped around the tops of your shoulders as a pillow the other one moving down your body to scoop up his cum. Grimmjow’s fingers rest on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“C’mon, princess, be a good cum slut.” You glare at him but obey, parting your lips and taking his fingers into your mouth. You slurp noisily around them and snort when you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. When he deems his fingers cleaned, Grimmjow slides them out and cups your face making sure to keep his wet fingers angled away from your skin. He pulls you into a kiss, this time sweeter than the passionate ones you had experienced earlier. This one he uses to show his love for you. He pulls back, your head following his so as not to break the kiss too soon. The action has the male chuckling and petting your hair.

“Gimme a few seconds,” he tells you. You whine and pout, giving him the best puppy dog eyes but it isn’t enough to sway him. His face softens as he says, “Princess, I need to get a wet cloth to clean you up then we can cuddle. I’ll be one minute tops. Are you okay with that?” You pout but nod, curling into a ball to stay warm when he leaves. A bolt of electricity judders through your pussy when your thighs accidentally clench and another whine falls from your mouth. You blindly reach out and grope for the blue haired male’s pillow, tugging it into your chest and curling around it. Pressing your nose to the material, your boyfriend’s cologne soothes you. No matter if the scene was vanilla or hard, you liked to be held afterwards and reassured you had been good. You also didn’t like laying in your own sweat, the dampness slowly drying and making you feel gross.

True to his word, the Grimmjow doesn't take long, wetting a flannel with warm water and filling a glass with cool water. He brings them both back to the bed, setting them on the bedside table so he can position your body up against the pillows. Grimmjow hands you the water and kneels back onto the bed, scooping the back of your knee in one hand to lift your leg up. The same hands that spanked bruises into your flesh now delicately traces your vagina, taking care not to stimulate the sensitive area any more than needed. Once satisfied, he moves to your ass and cleans the rest of his sperm off of your skin. Finally, with a clean corner, he runs the cloth over your navel, around the back of your neck, under your armpits and along your arms, cleaning the sweat off as much as possible.

When Grimmjow notices you’ve finished the water, he gently takes the glass from you and places it on the table. He pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses along your temple, kissing any skin his lips can reach.

“How ‘ya feelin’?” Grimmjow asks, voice husky in your ear. You giggle.

“Feel floaty,” you tell him, deep in subspace. You feel Grimmjow tighten his grip on you, guiding you to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder. His right hand gently closes your eyes then begins to lightly trace your arm. You take the hint and try to fall asleep, Grimmjow murmuring praises in your ear.

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[reidyoulikeabook]

If a Tree Falls

Ship: GN!BAU!Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: .7k

Warnings: Pining, probably incredibly terrible description of philosophical theories.

Summary: Spencer explains to reader the philosophical arguments behind whether a tree falls when it makes a sound. They’re not really listening.

A/N: Once again a little thing I wrote in 10 mins. Another drop & dip! Please let me know what you think !!

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“Whether or not you believe a tree that falls in the forest makes a sound is largely dependent on whether you subscribe to bundle or substance theory,” Spencer explains, gesturing with his hands, “It’s actually really interesting.”

“Yeah?” You ask, craning your neck to look at him.

The two of you are sat together on the jet, like you always are. Everybody else is either asleep or pretending to be, not wanting to get suckered into another edition of Spencer Reid Tackles Big Life Questions. You, on the other hand? Well, you always were inquisitive.

That’s the reason.

You smile at him, tilting your head so that it rests against the seat, getting a good view as he becomes more animated - if that’s possible.

His tongue pokes out, wetting his lower lip, and he continues speaking, “It’s all about whether something can exist without being perceived by consciousness. If somebody isn’t around to experience something, then did the thing actually happen? It’s got a lot of ethical implications, if there’s no awareness of someone’s suffering, does it really exist?”

It is an interesting question. Especially considering the circumstances.

He reaches for a pen, starting to draw out a tree. You watch his hands as he does it, silently praying they might disregard the pen altogether and reach out for yours. They don’t, he remains methodical in his sketching, tongue poking every so slightly out of his mouth, eyebrows furrowing. Concentrating.

Your suffering is silent.

Maybe that’s a dramatic way to put it.

It’s not suffering, most of the time. It’s quiet, yearning. Wishing that the empty cold side of your bed was occupied by him: lying there, coveting the blanket, whispering the facts he learnt today.

It’s soft, longing. Handing him a cup of coffee and how his fingers brush across your palm as he takes it. The fleeting touch one you replay in your mind for hours afterwards. He presses the coffee cup to his lips and you have to look away, lest your thoughts become more unproductive.

It’s painful, an ache in your chest. Watching as he does physics magic for a girl who barely appreciates it, a small smile on her face and a crater in your chest. Hiding your grimace with a glass against your mouth.

“Bundle theory states-” He continues, but you’re distracted now.

It’s easy for him to buy you’re listening with the way you’re watching his mouth. How his plump lips pronounce every word. A gleam of his teeth showing every so often as he smiles while speaking. His index finger presses against his lips, for just a moment, while he contemplates what he’s saying. Not for long though, he’s soon drawn back into his spiel.

Hands dropping back to his lap, he picks up the pen and begins almost frantically drawing waves - sound waves - that illustrate his point, “So substance theory would say that these sounds-”

He’s so focused on the drawing that he doesn’t even notice how you look at him. Adoringly. His hair is getting on the longer side again now, a feature of his you’ve always been endeared by. The baby curl at his hairline encroaches onto his forehead, and God. What it would feel like to reach out and push it back. The intimacy required for that kind of touch makes your palms clammy to think about. The kind that would require familiarity with his body outside of your observations, the staring at the curve of his nose and plain of his cheeks and cut of his jaw when nobody’s looking. The kind that you think he’d lean into, if he felt the same.

The speaking stops then.

He looks up at you, bright look on his face, like he’d rather be talking to you than anyone else in the world, “So what do you think? If a tree falls in a forest and nobody’s around to hear it, does it make a sound?”

If I’m in love with you and don’t tell you, am I in love with you?

Your fingers itch to touch him. His hand lolls next to yours, supporting the pen. He’s so close you can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiate off his body. An inch of no man's land.

Yes.

“Yes,” You manage, although it’s barely more than a whisper, “I think it does.”

He smiles, small and satisfied, “I think so too.”

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[wearesorcerer]

Top five incredibly niche spells?

Ah, ze niche spells. How I love zhem!

#5. Amanuensis (3.5)/Scrivener's Chant (PF)

Copy + Paste (non-magical text only) as a cantrip.

Amanuensis creates an exact duplicate of whatever text you're wanting at 250 words/minute (lasts 10 minutes per caster level). Will trigger written magical traps in the source material.

Scrivener's chant animates a quill, which then copies an existing text in your own handwriting (though you can use a Linguistics check to make a forgery, as normal) at the rate of "one normal page" (unspecified size or number of words) per minute (requires concentration, lasts up to 1 min./caster level).

Since both are obscure and PF is supposed to be 100% backwards compatible with 3.5 (being 3.P/3.75; we at wearesorcerer ignore the existence of the stupidity that is 2e), take amanuensis. The downside is something you would and should have prevented (by checking the text) before casting the spell anyway and in all other ways it's superior.

#4: Mordenkainen's Faithful Hound

It's supposed to be a damaging version of alarm; this almost makes it a Stand.

Seriously, why would you spend that high a level of spell slot on alarm? Presumably because you can't be assed to cast some other trap spell. Or you like doggos. Or you're playing in Eberron in 3.5 and have someone with the Mark of Whatever (I forget if it's the Halfling Mark of Hospitality, the Dwarf Mark of Warding, or something else).

#3: Nystul's Magic Aura and Phantom Trap

The third edition version of Nystul's magic aura only works on items, but doesn't have any restriction on whether or not they're carried, while the 5e version is infinitely more useful (as it applies to creatures) but raises questions about the aurae of carried items (which could, in certain contexts, render the spell pointless). Phantom trap works similarly, but the illusion is that a lock is trapped, rather than magical/non-magical. They're kinda useful, but in overly specific situations such that I have struggled to get them in use. Thus, I find them funny: they should be useful, but aren't.

There are a gazillion of these - fire trap ("I'll enchant my spellbook [because that's important] to cast fireball on anyone who opens it! Note to self: enchant/make a fireproof spellbook."), explosive runes/sepia snake sigil/any of the other spell traps that require you to read them (contrast with glyph of warding and the various symbol spells, which are proximity-based and frequently of lower levels compared to the read effect in question). I get why they exist, to some extent, but I see them mainly as wastes of pages because their utility is so minimal that they're mainly useful once in an entire campaign. (Nystul's magic aura might be marginally more useful, especially in the 5e version, depending on how personal vs. item aurae work.) Thus, they occupy this spot for sheer hilarity.

#2: Leomund's Secret Chest

Gods, I love this spell. The 5e version got rid of a lot of the unnecessary baggage (pun definitely intended) with the 3.5 version of the spell, like only being able to have one set of chests period. Honestly, I don't think it should require having a masterwork chest and a miniature version of it; you're just creating a temporary storage space (albeit on the Ethereal Plane because we have to explain such things needlessly) and can retrieve items from it at will. Instead, it should just let you create pocket dimensions (as many as you want; one per casting), with the option of making them permanent (via permanency). Identical functionality without strange GP/crafting requirements. (Perhaps make that a higher level version to justify the cost reduction, I dunno.)

In 3.5 (and maybe pre-3e?), you need this spell to craft bags of holding, which I find tedious: yeah, I get that the explanation for the bag of holding is that it's an extradimensional space, but really, making something bigger on the inside shouldn't have to be the same magic as creating a pocket dimension (mini-demi-plane); it could be a lower-level spell, especially for the utility a bag of holding gives you versus that of the secret chest spell.

#1: Zone of Truth

This one was kinda hard because there are so many niche spells, but in the end I have the best memories with this one (because of someone else's character still trying to lie while inside one), so it goes here. Zone of truth is niche because while discerning lies is still fairly important in D&D (being so basic to social interaction), it's not like you're going to have much of a reason to cast it apart from interrogating prisoners (which isn't exactly a common thing). And it's an AoE instead of something you apply to an individual, meaning you can't lie, either. It's ripe for shenanigans!

PC: "Who are you working for?" Captive: "I'm not working for anyone. Eat my dick!" PC: "I do enjoy the taste of dick-- HEY!"

Like, forcing people to speak "the truth" could just remove any inhibitions they have in their speech at all:

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

yo!!! what are the rfas nighttime routines with mc?

Welcome back to another episode of ‘Sunny is drinking alone and decided to get her shit together and do some requests’ (I am a horrible influence, if you are under the drinking age please be responsible). Anywayyyy here ya go anon! I very well may read this back in the morning and edit it again but will let you know! <3

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RFA nighttime routines with MC

Zen:

❤︎ Zen’s all about a pamper y’all

❤︎ he wants to stay looking fresh and healthy but bbygirl he also wants to make sure you’re well looked after

❤︎ is it even a nighttime routine if you don’t have an elaborate hour-long skincare regime?

❤︎ well yes Zen not everyone is as extra as you like you might as well be chewing gum

❤︎ if anyone actually gets that dumb joke then i am so sorry but also you get 10 points

❤︎ whilst i don’t imagine Zen to usually be that tired in the evenings, his muscles are always tired after a show/day of rehearsals

❤︎ so he would have a bath but he also gets home pretty late and doesn’t wanna faff around ya know?

❤︎ so shower it is

❤︎ oh you think that because he’s a grown ass man that he could be away from you for like 10 mins to shower on his own? well you thought wrong

❤︎ actual puppy

❤︎ sometimes it turns into ~sexy times~ but most of the time he just enjoys the intimacy/closeness and enjoys it when you take care of each other

❤︎ and boy when you shampoo his hair he literally turns to putty

❤︎ when you get out of the shower he L O V E S to do your hair

❤︎ king of braiding

❤︎ but he L O V E S it even more when you do his hair

❤︎ pretty sure you heard him purr once

❤︎ then he sneezed lmao

❤︎ you’re both pretty much out as soon as you get into bed but you always fall asleep in each others’ arms

❤︎ to conclude: nighttimes are about taking care of each other

Yoosung:

★ so this man FINALLY got his life together once you started dating

★ you helped him find his motivation and drive again so it’s actually a pretty production evening most of the time

★ your goal is to get everything done early on so you can relax properly later

★ soon as you both get home? homework/work straight away

★ you also try to make a habit of cooking dinner together every night

★ but you know how it is sometimes you just wanna order a takeaway and that’s chill too

★ do what you gotta do boo

★ once you’ve finished dinner aND DONE ALL THE WASHING UP (don’t you dare leave it until the morning Yoosung i see you), you play LOLOL together !!!!

★ he found that it was SO much more rewarding to play once everything he needed to do was done, and he didn’t have that horrible nagging guilt whilst he had down time

★ then all that’s left to do is get ready for bed !!

★ …

★ …Yoosung?

★ GO TO BED FOOL

★ “mC oNe MoRe gAme” “you said that an hour ago.” “i MeAn iT tHiS TiMe”

★ EVENTUALLY you drag him to bed but he’s always grateful when you do because he only realises how tired he is when his head hits the pillow

★ and he also gets  s n u g g l e s  so it’s always worth it

★ to conclude: nighttimes are productive but also relaxing

Jaehee:

☞ this poor woman works so hard

☞ even when she quits working for Jumin and you guys open the coffee shop, she still always pushes herself to the max

☞ ya girl gets tired

☞ so you know what that means

☞ BUBBLE BATH TIME

☞ some things only bubbles can heal

☞ wow what that’s so deep Sunny ah yes wasn’t it thank you Sunny aren’t i inspirational yes you are Sunny

☞ you two always go a but overboard with the bubbles lmao but this woman only deserves the best o K

☞ similarly to Yoosung’s, you guys like to get everything done that needs to be done before you relax, so once you get out of the bath you can do whatever ya want!!! how swell is that!!!!

☞ usually end up watching a movie/one of Zen’s musicals because why not hmm?

☞ Jaehee likes to get an early night, so y’all are all snuggled down and ready to sleep at a reasonable hour, ready for your shift in the morning

☞ on a serious note, this woman is pretty affection starved so you make it your MISSION to shower her with love before she falls asleep

☞ i’m talking kisses, cuddles, the whole shebang

☞ when you’re cuddling you like to have a good gossip about the RFA and all that and you always end up all giggly and it’s just the best

☞ to conclude: every night is like a teenage girly night in that she never got to experience

Jumin:

♚ although he doesn’t like to show it, he’s always exhausted after work

♚ he has a lot of pressure on him and he constantly has to be focussed and alert, so by the time he’s walking through the front door he’s running on very little energy

♚ therefore he appreciates a quiet night with the love of his life <3

♚ of course, every night you have a nice meal and a glass of wine W I N E and chat about your day

♚ Jumin has learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life after meeting you, so he adores listening to your voice as you talk about what you got up to that day during dinner

♚ you could be reading the phone book out loud for all he cared, he just loved listening to your voice

♚ he’s usually too mentally tired to do anything like reading in the evening, so most of the time you end up either watching a film or cuddling on the couch

♚ you have enlightened him to the concept of slouchy clothes

♚ yes, Jumin Han has learnt to appreciate joggers and a hoodies what about it?

♚ honestly just the sound of Elizabeth purring and your breathing is enough to bring his stress levels to 0

♚ he’s tried meditation, he’s tried mindfulness, but nothing was as healing as having you in his arms whilst you stroked his hair

♚ after you’ve done the essentials like showering and brushing your teeth and all that jazz, you get into bed and just talk

♚ normally you end up talking about your future, and he goes to sleep every night dreaming about the life you will have together, and then wakes up every morning excited to make that life a reality

♚ to conclude: nighttimes are for recovery and comfort

Saeyoung:

☀︎ honestly? every night is different lmao

☀︎ Saeyoung is a spontaneous guy, so no evening is the same when you’re with him

☀︎ which is amazing, because it keeps things exciting and fresh !!

☀︎ however, there are a few things that don’t change

☀︎ like fAMILY DINNER Y’ALL

☀︎ every. night. without. fail.

☀︎ it’s SO important to you guys that you have time to catch up with each other and make sure that Saeran feels a part of the family because sometimes he likes to hideaway and doesn’t know how to include himself

☀︎ so dinner time is the family bonding time, and then you go back to doing your own thing

☀︎ do you find brushing your teeth boring? do you wish you could make it more fun? do you have a energetic red-head in your life?

☀︎ well then LISTEN UP

☀︎ TEETH BRUSHING DANCE PARTY

☀︎ EVERY. DAMN. NIGHT.

☀︎ like is said, this man keeps you on your toes lmao

☀︎ is this a bathroom or a nightclub the world may never know

☀︎ did someone say cuddle monster??

☀︎ because that’s Saeyoung lol

☀︎ idek why but i always imagine Saeyoung to be very physically affectionate, and not necessarily in a ~sexy~ way

☀︎ he just really appreciates physical contact

☀︎ it grounds him and reassures him that you’re really there and really love him

☀︎ I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN IT’S A HUGE PROBLEM

☀︎ to conclude: every night is exciting and spontaneous, there’s never a boring night with Saeyoung

V  / Jihyun:

❁ V is also a man that appreciates a quiet night in

❁ he’s had so much chaos and drama in his life, that quiet domesticity is utter bliss to him

❁ evenings are typically spent in a companionable silence whilst you do your own thing

❁ reading, drawing, whatever! there’s just something so comforting to him about being with you, without even needing to talk

❁ music has become an VERY important part of your lives

❁ we all know that Jihyun is a man who appreciates the arts, and music is no exception

❁ he’s had a stressful day? he’s feeling overwhelmed? put on some soothing music and you can actually see the tension melt away

❁ always trying out new recipes for dinner

❁ most of the time they turn out delicious, but some are just complete abominations i am so sorry

❁ but really? it doesn’t matter because you made them together and you had a good laugh about them

❁ one thing that you recently started doing was reading together in bed

❁ and i don’t mean reading two separate books oh no no no

❁ i’m talking the same book

❁ what a plot twist

❁ every night you take in turns to read out loud to each other

❁ it takes a while to get through book this way, but it also mean that you both appreciate every damn word because how could you not when they’re coming from the literal love of your life??

❁ to conclude: nighttimes are spent in quiet bliss

Saeran:

☽ every evening begins with a walk

☽ it’s a must

☽ Saeran just l o v e s nature, and it’s the perfect start to a relaxing evening

☽ Saeyoung picked up on the fact that you both like evenings to be a calm time, so when you two get home he tries not to be too crazy

☽ but we all know this bitch is out of control so it doesn’t last long lol

☽ Saeran secretly finds it so entertaining but bless he would never admit it

☽ Saeran finds a pleasure in the ordinary

☽ he has never experienced ‘normal’, so he finds so much comfort in everyday activities such as washing up, cooking, setting the table…things like that

☽ he hasn’t had much time to form his own hobbies/interests, and is still experimenting to find things that he enjoys

☽ so he loves watching you do your hobbies

☽ it really doesn’t matter what it is, he just finds watching you concentrate on something you care about so fascinating

☽ often you will offer to teach him and share your interests, and his face always lights up when you do so

☽ this precious boi i cry

☽ he just loves to learn i C R Y

☽ when it comes to showering and all that, he prefers to do that alone

☽ don’t get me wrong, he adores you and cherishes every moment he spends with you

☽ but he’s easily overwhelmed and needs time to himself

☽ it’s also important to him that he’s able to care for himself, so something as simple as washing his face on his own helps him feel like he has some control

☽ to conclude: nighttime is the time for self-care and exploration

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Thank you so much for the request, anon! I hope these were what you were looking for. Have a wonderful day💛

[shiftings]

what i do before shifting

uh okay so i have no idea if anyone is interested in this but here ya go.

so i rarely try to shift on weekdays but if i do it has to be during the day so i can have time to "adjust" when i come back and wake up. but usually fridays/ saturdays are good shifting days for me.

before i shift i try to finish all my tasks, reply to any messages, do any assignments etc. it's good to have a clear mind but also who wants to deal with all that after you have shifted

during the day i will try to drink water and maybe eat healthy but only cause it makes me feel really "clean" lmao.

okay so 1-2 hours before shifting i will make sure i'm done with everything and i can only focus on shifting.

i'll take a shower, prepare my bed and make a nice cup of tea. i like to pretend i have my life together before i shift lol.

sometimes i'll write a note to myself for when i shift back in case i stay for a while in my dr. yk things like "Reply to that email, buy this tmrw" etc

after that i'll read my script and depending on the dr, i'll go through folders with images, gifs, tumblr screenshots, yk things related to my dr

i sometimes even listen to my playlists and imagine scenes or like an edit or sth.

then i meditate. woohoo. okay so i try, keyword try, to meditate twice a day, everyday for like 10-15 min. before shifting i meditate longer but i don't really put a timer or anything i just meditate until i feel ready to shift. i start by clearing my mind, keeping that "no thoughts head empy" state for a few minutes and then i'll say affirmations, "talk" to the universe etc

then i get into my shifting position as soon as possible bc i feel like i'll lose my peace and concentration if too much time passes.

aand yk the rest.

i don't always do all this stuff tho like sometimes it's rlly chaotic

[studylustre]

monday log ☕️ | 07.09.20

woke up and had another call with the gp (when?? will?? i?? get?? over?? this?? cough?????)

did a looot at work today!! kicked off another campaign, published three blog posts, did some seo optimisation, email outreach, data reporting and a lot of editing with figma

completed day 7 of chloe’s get fit challenge!!

did ~10 mins of yoga stretches

did another light, mini workout - did 5 sets of 5 deadlifts and some weighted pilates exercises

went food shopping and got ingredients to make a thai curry for dinner ✨ 10/10 would make again

had a long overdue facetime session with one of my fave people ever - spent nearly two hours catching up on life 🥺

did a face mask wooOOO!! i’ve been eating so much sugar lately, my skin isn’t used to all this sugar in my system 

reviewed 3 lessons of korean vocab, twice each

reviewed 2 chapters of japanese grammar

listened to ttmik’s korean grammar podcast, learnt about ~을 따름이다! pleased i also understood all the korean conversation between the hosts 🌿

rewatched gangnam beauty without subtitles - also v happy bc i was able to understand all the dialogue even without concentrating too hard!! sometimes i worry i’m losing my korean since i don’t speak it as much now that i’ve left uni but moments like these are v reassuring and make me v happy hehe

reviewed a chapter of kana, twice. just realising i have SO MUCH genki 2 grammar to review oof

[reidyoulikeabook]

The salon is now: open

(except in this case i ended up writing a full on blurb oopsie i didn't mean to do that but alas, i did! it kind of fulfills an ask i had a couple of weeks ago for headcanons about cutting spencer's hair so it's okay. also i wrote this all in one go in about 10 mins with no editing or proofreading so go easy on me okay)

Ship: GN! Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: hair cutting, mention of scissors,

Word count: 1.2k

"The salon is now," You drum your hands on the table, much to the amusement of Spencer who gives you a wry smile, "Open!"

You mime turning over an imaginary sign, and he shakes his head.

"Are you sure you can do this?"

"Do you want to go to the hairdressers?"

He sighs, "No."

"You have a lot of hair," You tell him, ruffling it with your fingers, "So at least in a worst case scenario you just end up with it a little bit short."'

"I want it short anyway," He says, turning his head over the chair to look at you, "I think it got way too long. I kept avoiding going and now it's almost as long as JJ's."

"I think it suits you."

"Do you?"He quirks his eyebrow.

"Yeah. I really like it, but if you'd be happy with it a little bit shorter."

He nods, "It keeps getting in my face during cases. I'd tie it up but," He smiles ruefully, "I think it might be considered unprofessional."

"If it's not unprofessional when JJ or Emily does it then it's not unprofessional when you do it," You reassure him, weaving your fingers through it carefully, "Although the curls are harder to manage when they're longer. How short are you wanting it?"

He gestures, and you gasp.

"That short? You're getting rid of all your luscious locks just like that?"

He wrinkles his nose, "I'm not sure luscious is the word I'd use to describe them."

"It's the word I'd use to describe them."

He smiles, picking up the mirror you'd bought especially for the occasion. He can see your reflection in the back of it, and although it's a bit silly he waves. You grin, waving back.

"Okay, I watched some youtube tutorials on how to do this," You say, tucking the towel under his neck and looping it around so it should in theory catch all the hair at the back, "And I bought hairdressing scissors."

"Oh well youtube videos, I'm sure that's better than a qualification," He says, his tone purely playful.

"You heard me say scissors and thought it was a good idea to start mocking me?"

He pretends to look thoughtful, "No?"

You shove at his shoulders, gently, and he looks offended. He opens his mouth, almost definitely to make some kind of snarky comment and without thinking you loop your arm around, cupping your hand over it.

"Nope. In my salon we don't critique the stylist."

You can feel his lips stretching into a smile against your palm. Shooting him a warning look via the mirror, you take your hand away again, "Okay, now make sure you sit still."

Spencer has to resist the urge to stare at you the whole time. He's been tasked with holding the mirror up, supposedly so that you can see all of his hair at once. He's unsure if that's the reason hairdressers do it, and it does briefly occur to him that perhaps he should have looked up how to do it rather than solely entrusting you and Youtube. In all honesty though, he'd trust you with his life without a second thought. So the hair feels like nothing in comparison.

Your tongue pokes out of the side of your mouth a bit, your entire face the very picture of concentration. You chop away, sculpting. There are some moments where you have to swallow your panic, reassuring yourself that he wants it short.

The fringe is the hardest part. You lean over him, holding his jaw in your hand. You can feel his heart beating, faster and faster, against the pad of your thumb.

"Do you not trust me?"

"I do," He rumbles, his response coming in a breath that you physically feel as well as hear.

You're so close to him. The line of his jaw could cut glass, or your fingers, and you're lucky that it doesn't. You press on it, manoevuring him the way you need him. The breath catches in his throat. He swallows. You can feel his eyes boring into your cheekbones, and risk a glance. His pupils are almost entirely dilated. Whether that's from the scissors in your hand or your proximity to him, you just couldn't call it.

It crosses your mind that you should make a joke, to ease the tension. But your mouth is too dry.

You should probably warn him to keep still, the fringe is the most finnicky part after all. It's unnecessary though. He could stand in for a statue with the way he's frozen. Responding only to your touch. Moving only when you move him.

"I'm done," You manage finally, swallowing as you take a step back, "If you want to look in the mirror."

He picks it up, self-consciously scrutinising himself. He fiddles with the fringe, with the length of it, and to save him the embarassment of your staring you busy yourself with sweeping up the masses of hair on your laminate.

"Do you think it looks okay?" He asks, quiet.

"I think it looks really great Spence. D-Do you not like it?"

"No!" He blurts, putting down the mirror, "No you did a really good job, you um, you did exactly what I asked. I was just worrying if maybe it looks silly or it doesn't suit me."

"You look really pretty," You tell him, the words escaping you before your rational brain is able to place a blockade in your throat to stop them, "Um, I mean, you know, it really suits you."

He's tinged a faint pink colour. His nose scrunches, and he swallows, picking up the mirror again and fiddling the fringe back into the position you'd put it. Maybe, just maybe, it does suit him. If you think he looks pretty. That's the most important assessment to him, after all.

After a moment or so, he places it down again, turning to face you with a sheepish smile and the ghost of a blush on his cheeks, "So what do I owe you?"

"Oh, pizza at least," You reply, finishing the clean up and throwing the hair in the trash, "Maybe a movie if you're feeling up to it."

"Of course," He nods, putting his hands on his knees and pushing himself to his feet, "I can do that."

***

"Did you join a boyband?" Hotch's question is cut with an undertone of amusement, the faintest grin tugging at the right side of his lip.

He frowns, his lips pressing together firmly, "No?"

It's not the first or the last of the teasing he hears that day. Though it doesn't even bother him. Every time somebody says something, his eyes flicker over to you, wherever you are. At your desk fiddling with paperwork, making coffee, leant against the door of JJ's office chatting to her about something or other.

You look pretty.

It's hard to be bothered about any teasing at all when the most important person in the world thinks he looks pretty. And if the blush returns whenever the memory does, everybody else is kind enough not to point that out at least.

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Hi dx, I'm starting med school this fall and moving to Ireland to do so! Ive got chronic fatigue though and Im worried about being able to manage the workload. Im on meds so I'm doing pretty well, working 10 hour days rn with a 2 hour commute, but im pretty drained at the end of it. Have you or any of your followers got any suggestions for handling med school when youre just so tired all the time?

And another ask:Hi, following on from the anon asking about studying, do you have any specific tips for studying medicine with chronic fatigue? I find sitting in lectures (and the journey to and from) drains me even more than I am usually. Thanks and have a great day!            Hey, peeps! So I have someone important in my life who has gone through a chronic fatigue condition in med school. I’ve seen a lot through what they went through, but I wanted to be able to give a more useful answer. I took a little time to think, and to ask them what advice they would give.  They gave me permission to share an edited version with you.

It is possible to get through medical school with chronic health problems. Don’t let other people tell you otherwise. You may encounter people who doubt you, but never let them get to you. Remember that many people with chronic illness have achieved great things and it doesn’t have to be a barrier to  success. 

There is usually a way to get through whatever obstacle comes up. The key is to take everything literally one day at a time, and do not get overwhelmed by thinking about all the demands for the year at once. Focus on what needs to be done right now. Next week is another     week. 

Let  yourself have setbacks, and don’t give up when you have worse periods of health. There will be times when you’re more tired and stressed, but you have to give yourself space to recover back from that. Remember that everyone, whatever their health status, has bad times, and that usually they will pass. If things aren’t getting better, talk to your family, friends, personal tutor at university.  Seek help with clincians.

Keep in touch with your fatigue clinicians and be open about new obstacles and your fears about things. They can help with a lot of problem-solving aspects and support you during times of difficulty. They are also useful to rant to when you are stressed out as they know a lot about the problems of people with CFS who they’ve seen in clinical practice. 

Consider reading books on CBT and acceptance commitment therapy (ACT) - these have really helped me through psychologically difficult situations and build resilience when medical school has thrown difficult things at me. In the hardest year of medical school it really helped to have written advice to look at when various situations came up. 

Tell the university (occupational health, senior tutor, personal tutor etc.) - I cannot stress this enough. It is confidential, and they have to   accommodate you because it is a disability. This can become really important if you have issues completing sign-offs/assignments on time, getting hospital placements closer to home, getting extra time in exams etc. It can also be useful if you have problems with exams (not being well enough to do a sitting) for the university to know what is going on and how best they can help you. If they do not know what is going on, then they cannot help you. This is one of the best things I did at medical school in terms of having a safety net for when things were more difficult. 

Do not feel you have to attend 100% of everything. If you are feeling very   fatigued and not gaining much by that point in the day, it is usually     better to go home and do some quality studying at home. So many students who have no health problems will go home early, so do not feel guilty for doing so when you feel fatigued and like you’re not having a good day. Just remember to catch up what you’ve missed. 

Talk to the students in the year above about what the demands of the coming year are like, what the exams are like, what textbooks/resources to use,  and other *off the record* tips which the university would never tell you. This will help you out in planning how to approach the work for that year. It is very important to know what you’re preparing for and the best way in which to do it. 

On placement, talk to the teaching fellow/head of the placement if you have any issues completing tasks or sign-offs etc. They can help you and give you advice about how to get things done. This has been of great comfort to me during placements where sign-offs have been very tricky and I’ve worried about whether or not I will complete everything. Also ask how previous students did it - you’re not the first cohort who’s gone through the system. 

Let yourself adjust the intensity of your concentration when attending     lectures/seminars. Some days you’ll be able to be at your highest level of     functioning, and other days you may feel less functional.  Your levels might look something like:

Highest  level: concentrate/listen, participate/answer questions, write down notes.

Medium: concentrate/listen, no writing or participating.

Low: zoning out some of the time (5 mins etc), prioritising more important slides or mentally checking in again when possible. 

Use breaks during lecture days to really give yourself a breather. It is best to physically leave the space where the lecture took place, ideally go to a canteen and have a snack (food and drink are very important for boosts), or go outside (fresh air is important). Let your brain truly wonder and do  something not related to university or teaching. Don’t hang around with peers unless they talk about things which are less brain intensive or   non-university topics. 

Take on a reasonable workload during group assignments, and don’t let other students foist extra work or their work on you. Be strict about your role and that you will not do their work for them. 

E-books (textbooks) - either download pdfs and upload on google drive etc. or buy on kindle etc. This is VERY useful for reading and studying whilst out and  about for medical school, and fitting in revision during parts of the day which are empty/less busy. There are often quite a few times where you will be waiting around between teaching/clinics/hospital activities and if you use your time wisely you can really get a lot done. You can also read on public transport when commuting which is a good use of that time too.This becomes especially important close to exams where time management is key. This is one of the best things I did. 

Pacing - plan for deadlines in advance. If you have sign offs/essays/histories to do, space them out and plan everything in advance. Make a plan and stick to it, but be flexible enough to change things around if you don’t feel up to doing a particular task on that day. Make sure it is realistic personal timetable, and has time for you to attend university, study and complete assignments/sign-offs, as well as relaxation/social time.

 If you feel you are doing too much, cut back and do the bare minimum of what you need to do. Whilst it is nice to aim high and everyone at medical school is crazy competitive, the aim is to pass and go into the next year, and complete the degree. Scraping passes = still a doctor. Many people forget this, but the priority is to get by and become a competent doctor. You are doing what you can do, and you don’t need to get a Distinction in all your exams to be a good doctor. 

Do  not feel guilty for not being able to work as hard necessarily as other   students can all the time. Be proud of yourself for being there and for     doing something so difficult as medical school in the first place. Medical     school is very hard even for people who do not have any problems with     their health. There is really nothing wrong with coasting along and doing    just what needs to be done. It can be frustrating to not be able to do     more, but tell yourself that you’ve done your 100% which is all you can     give at this current time. Sometimes you’ll be able to do more, and     sometimes you’ll be able to do less. But don’t feel guilty about it. Know     that you are doing your best and that’s all that you can do. 

Similarly, everyone feels they are not doing enough/like they don’t know enough. Doctors on placements will also occasionally have a go at you, not  realising that actually for your level you do know enough. You may feel you like you’re not enough, but the truth is that everyone feels like     that. Many people at med school act like everything’s fine but underneath  the surface, we’re all working very hard and tired. 

You     are not alone - many people at med school have either physical or mental     health problems. They are all also battling through the challenges and you     are not alone in your difficulties. Remind yourself of that and know that     everyone is on their own journey/battle. 

Believe in the work-life balance Pie chart - Everyone should ideally have equal time in their day dedicated to 1/3  cognitive, 1/3 self care and 1/3 social activity. In med school, the latter two may fall back a bit even for students with no health problems, but it is very important for these things to be done consistently during med school. “If you can’t look after yourself, you won’t be able to look after other people”. The only way you can achieve your goals and look after patients etc is by looking after yourself (with the pie chart) and keeping yourself in the best health possible. 

Cognitive:studying, reading, academic extracurriculars, any activity where the mind is actively involved. 

Self care: pampering yourself, hobbies, leisure activities, exercise/yoga,     playing with pets, praying/worship etc. 

Social: going out with family or friends. Relationships. Support groups.     Societies/clubs etc. 

Join  support groups either in real life or on Facebook - it is really useful to have somewhere to rant about issues which specifically affect people with  CFS/ME, and to have their support when you have a hard day. Family and friends will not always understand everything you’re going through, even with the best of intentions, so it’s important to have peers with CFS/ME on those occasions. 

Don’t be afraid to turn down going out or doing extra things in the day if     you’re really not up to it. Better to keep yourself at a functioning level     than overdoing it because you feel you *should* be doing something. It’s    best to be honest with yourself about what you can do today. 

Learn to say no - if other people ask you to do things and you are feeling   overwhelmed at the time from work/personal life, do not feel bad about     saying no if you have reached your limit of how much you can cope. Do not  feel guilty about this, and realise that it is crucial to not take on too     much at once, in looking after your health for your ability to get through     medical school. People can and will ask you to do things either not     realising that it’s over your coping limits or not caring. You have to learn to put yourself first and forward and know your limits - it is not worth the payback which can inevitably happen when we overdo our limits.     Medical school does not give you a lot of time to rest or recover, so you     really have to make sure you keep yourself functional and within your     limits. 

Work  steadily during the year - if you have fatigue then you cannot leave   things last minute and cope with the physical and mental stress of this.     Make sure you are making notes and keeping up during the year, and     increase your revision before exams to a comfortable level. Be careful not  to overdo it in terms of number it hours a day, as most likely you will     lose your concentration and not absorb the information anyway. Best to do revision in chunks, with breaks and other things to break up the day. If the next day you get payback, it’s a sign to dial back the number of hours of revision. Even if you’re doing less hours of revision than you planned, if you’re better focused and rested you will pick up more information.     “Quality not quantity”. 

I hope this helps! Good luck with your studies, and I hope that things go well for you in the coming year.

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