#also you can clear that history at any time

[hidden-but]

This is a bit of a off topic, but I'm gonna talk a bit more about being online in the EU and GDPR and storing user data via cookies:

So, what this means in practice, is that a website can only keep your data in cookies if they are necessary for it's function (like storing items in your eshop cart). If the website wishes to collect any other data via cookies, it has to ask for your permission/consent. Which leads to: the cookie consent pop-ups.

1587 partners???? Holy shit are you okay?

Usually, these days most of european websites either have on only "legitimate interest", or they have a Reject All button, but yeah, sometimes you have to click down the entire list and turn them off one by one:

And yeah, it's kinda annoying, and sometimes i do click Accept All because i'm in a hurry and only need the website for one specific thing or smth, but on the other hearing that cheerful phase "we and our (number over a hundred) partners care about your privacy" really makes me go Nope, you're not getting anything at all.

And like, this pop-up shows up at every website you visit for the first time in your browser (or every time, if you're strict on deleting cookie history). Literally every webpage that you visit is required to ask for consent - which occasionally leads to This Page Cannot Be Displayed In the EU error messages.

Anyways, everything that was said about AO3 above is both true as far as I can tell, and unrelated to this: AO3 only collects necessary cookies, and stores them in the US, where it falls under the relevant laws.

But you know who also stores your data in the US? The webpage GDPR.eu :

But they also promise they can delete your data anytime, if you ask them to, as required under GDPR.

(also fuck google's global monopoly)

So, yeah, this has been a view into how the internet looks like in the EU and how it differs from the US. Kudos to AO3 for trying to be clear about this and to previous people in this post for putting things into a broader context.

I've seen a number of people worried and concerned about this language on Ao3s current "agree to these terms of service" page. The short version is:

Don't worry. This isn't anything bad. Checking that box just means you forgive them for being US American.

Long version: This text makes perfect sense if you're familiar with the issues around GDPR and in particular the uncertainty about Privacy Shield and SCCs after Schrems II. But I suspect most people aren't, so let's get into it, with the caveat that this is a Eurocentric (and in particular EU centric) view of this.

The basic outline is that Europeans in the EU have a right to privacy under the EU's General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR), an EU directive (let's simplify things and call it an EU law) that regulates how various entities, including companies and the government, may acquire, store and process data about you.

The list of what counts as data about you is enormous. It includes things like your name and birthday, but also your email address, your computers IP address, user names, whatever. If an advertiser could want it, it's on the list.

The general rule is that they can't, unless you give explicit permission, or it's for one of a number of enumerated reasons (not all of which are as clear as would be desirable, but that's another topic). You have a right to request a copy of the data, you have a right to force them to delete their data and so on. It's not quite on the level of constitutional rights, but it is a pretty big deal.

In contrast, the US, home of most of the world's internet companies, has no such right at a federal level. If someone has your data, it is fundamentally theirs. American police, FBI, CIA and so on also have far more rights to request your data than the ones in Europe.

So how can an American website provide services to persons in the EU? Well… Honestly, there's an argument to be made that they can't.

US websites can promise in their terms and conditions that they will keep your data as safe as a European site would. In fact, they have to, unless they start specifically excluding Europeans. The EU even provides Standard Contract Clauses (SCCs) that they can use for this.

However, e.g. Facebook's T&Cs can't bind the US government. Facebook can't promise that it'll keep your data as secure as it is in the EU even if they wanted to (which they absolutely don't), because the US government can get to it easily, and EU citizens can't even sue the US government over it.

Despite the importance that US companies have in Europe, this is not a theoretical concern at all. There have been two successive international agreements between the US and the EU about this, and both were struck down by the EU court as being in violation of EU law, in the Schrems I and Schrems II decisions (named after Max Schrems, an Austrian privacy activist who sued in both cases).

A third international agreement is currently being prepared, and in the meantime the previous agreement (known as "Privacy Shield") remains tentatively in place. The problem is that the US government does not want to offer EU citizens equivalent protection as they have under EU law; they don't even want to offer US citizens these protections. They just love spying on foreigners too much. The previous agreements tried to hide that under flowery language, but couldn't actually solve it. It's unclear and in my opinion unlikely that they'll manage to get a version that survives judicial review this time. Max Schrems is waiting.

So what is a site like Ao3 to do? They're arguably not part of the problem, Max Schrems keeps suing Meta, not the OTW, but they are subject to the rules because they process stuff like your email address.

Their solution is this checkbox. You agree that they can process your data even though they're in the US, and they can't guarantee you that the US government won't spy on you in ways that would be illegal for the government of e.g. Belgium. Is that legal under EU law? …probably as legal as fan fiction in general, I suppose, which is to say let's hope nobody sues to try and find out.

But what's important is that nothing changed, just the language. Ao3 has always stored your user name and email address on servers in the US, subject to whatever the FBI, CIA, NSA and FRA may want to do it. They're just making it more clear now.

[thearchercore]

It's very clear that just being fast (as a 1st or 2nd driver) does not mean top teams in F1 want you. The top teams need drivers who are good enough, but almost more importantly, that the driver a) won't cause a headache with their other driver and b) will align with their team values/reputation, i.e. the driver being the face of their brand will be positive for sponsors/marketing.

Midfield/backmarker teams don't have as much luxury to pick the 'perfect' driver for them, so they will just try to get the fastest driver available to them.

This is why Esteban, who has shown brilliant drives on occasion and could be a good no. 2 driver in a top team, has never gotten that call up. He can be fast, but his history with causing teammate drama on track is not something top teams want.

And Checo - it's obvious to everyone that he isn't performing at the level of his seat. But he's still there, because he does not cause any trouble with Max, and brings in sponsors and sells tons of merch. Same reason Daniel was around as long as he was.

Carlos has pace, we are not denying that. But he has the same issues as Esteban - fast but a bit too much of a headache with the other driver and with drama within a team.

Williams were jumping at the chance to sign him. But the other top teams have the luxury of choice to pick the best driver for them. And especially for a no 2 driver, sometimes pace is not as important.

true. there's a reason merc is signing a child instead of him and why red bull declined carlos like 4 times this year. also why ferrari didnt renew his contract. like the signs are there his fans just ignore them

[eashmo]

A+ for Seduction 

Introduction:

A hot, young student named y/n meets her teacher and decides that Mr. Han Jisung was her most favorite subject in school.

Warnings: "underage", fingering blah blah just be 18+ not babysitting minors on this page.

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 Han Jisung was positive and determined to make this school year unforgettable. That was when y/n y/l/n walked into his classroom. She was y/h/c, y/h, and y/e/c.

y/n walks in and takes a seat at the front of the class. Jisung gulps, and his eyes move to the girl's legs, which were shown off by the shortened school uniform skirt. Y/n had felt her teacher's eyes on her ever since she stepped foot in the class and was smiling in amusement as the brunette teacher raked his chocolate brown eyes over her body. The last bell hadn't rung yet, so there were very few people in the class. Y/n clears her throat, and Jisung eyes snap up to her face.

Red spreads across Jisung's cheeks, and she smirks as she crosses her arms, accentuating her chest where a fair amount of cleavage is showing. He inevitably flicks his eyes to Y/n's cleavage before back up to her enrapturing y/e/c. She scoffs at the thought of how easy it was to get her teacher's attention. The bell rings, and Jisung tears his eyes away from the teen's enticing young body to watch the last few student floods through the door. He stands up and walks to the front of his desk with a stack of syllabus. He starts to hand them out as he begins his introduction.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Han Jisung. You may call me Mr. H if you would like, right now I am passing out the syllabus for this semester."

By the time he finishes his sentence, he is in front of y/n handing her a stack of papers to pass back. Y/n gives him a toothy smile before stretching an arm back to pass the rest of the papers. The stretch caused her breasts to press against her cotton white button-up, and Jisung cleared his throat before walking back in front of his desk, a heat burning within him.

"As I hope you all know, this is Korean History 101. We will be learning all of the units on your syllabus and testing on them. You do need to have your paper signed by a parent, and if they have any questions, they can schedule a meeting or email me. My email is also on the paper. Any questions?"

His eyes scan over the class for any raised hands, and his eyes connect with y/n's before moving back to the room.

"No? Good. For the first day, we are going to be going around and introducing ourselves. Say your full name, your favorite subject, and your hobby. Starting with the front row and working our way back. You, go first."

He says while pointing to a boy with dark hair in the front row. He seems to hesitate before answering.

"I'm Yang Jeong-in, but you can call me I.N. My favorite subject is applied music and I like listening to rock and pop songs and watching mukbangs. "

Jisung nods his head and smiles.

"Nice to meet you, I.N. Next."

From there on out, they went across the front row until it reached Y/n. She sits up straight in her seat and smiles seductively at her teacher, who seems to fluster slightly under her gaze.

"I'm y/n . My favorite subject is y/f/s"

She brings the end of her pen up to her mouth and teases it across her lips as she holds the stare she has with Jisung. His heart jumps at the sight of her pen against her lips before smiling at her.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. And behind y/n is?"

Jisung looks behind y/n, and as the boy behind her starts talking, he looks back to her. She smirks and sends her teacher a dangerous yet salacious wink. Jisung's heart jumps into his throat, and he gulps before diverting his attention to the next student who had started their introduction. He manages to get through the rest of the introductions without looking back to y/n. He looks at the clock and walks back around his desk.

"You have 10 minutes left of class. Feel free to come ask me questions and relax until the bell rings."

He sits down at his desk and slides out his phone. Y/n keeps her eyes on her teacher as she bites her lip and slides down in her seat. Jisung notices the movement, and he glances up to y/n. She smiles and licks her bottom lip slowly. Jisung swallows and sits up in his seat. He narrows his eyes at y/n before raising an eyebrow. Y/n chuckles softly and stands up.

Oh, shit.

Y/n walks to his desk and puts her hands on the edge of Jisung's desk and leaning forward slightly, her cleavage shown clearly in the white button-up. She smiles sweetly at him.

"I have a question, sir?"

Jisung smiles back, stressing not to look at the teen's cleavage.

"What's your question, Ms. Y/l/n?”

Jisung asks as he sets down his phone.

"Well, I was wondering how old you were?"

He smirks and lets out a small laugh.

"Do you often ask your teachers their age?"

Y/n  smile grows, and she bites her lip. Jisung raises an eyebrow for her answer.

"Umm, not usually. You just look so young."

She compliments seductively. Jisung blushes slightly and smiles.

"For the compliment, I will tell you. I'm 30. Is that all you need?"

He asks with a tilt of his head. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Between you and me, Mr. H?...You're so too sexy to be a teacher. You are more like an idol.

Y/n whispers with a wink before turning and going back to her desk. Jisung jaw dropped at her words. Was his student hitting on him? Jisung jumps when the bell rings. He watches his students file out of the classroom and looks back to the room to see y/n still putting her books in her bag. Y/n shrugs her messenger bag onto her shoulder and looks up at him. She smiles and makes her way to the door with him, keeping his eyes trained on her.

"Have a good day, Mr. Han"

Jisung  blinks a few times before returning the smile.

"Yes. You to y/n."

he  responds, and before he can say anything else, she winks and walks out the door. When the door closes, he lets out a soft sigh and relaxes back into his chair. What the hell was he supposed to do?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Everyone In your seats."

Jisung barks as he walks into his class. Today was not a good day. His first two classes were loud and annoying, and his third class had even gone far enough to disrupt other classes in the hallway. Thankfully, the fourth and the sixth class had been decent, and it was finally the seventh bell.

"This assignment is due tomorrow at the beginning of class. You have the whole class to work on it. You may work with a partner and listen to music on your phones. If someone's music is too loud, then that privilege will be taken away. Start now."

He says as he passes out the packets. Some of the students grumble, and he even hears one mumble 'asshole', but he ignores it and hands the last stack of papers to y/n. She smiles sweetly, and he musters up a small smile to give her. He moves back behind his desk and sits down. He starts grading papers from his other classes.

"Mr. H?"

Jisung looks up to see Jisoo, one of his students.

"I need help on a question?"

Jisoo asks shyly. Jisung stands up and walks to Jisoo's left side and bends slightly over the table to look at the question she was talking about. Y/n bites her lip as she realizes her teacher's crotch was next to her. A small groan escapes her lips before she can stop herself. Jisung talks Jisoo through the question, and only when he hears a soft groan below him does he realize y/n sits right next to jisoo.

Jisung quickly finishes explaining the question and chances a glance below him as he stands upright. Y/N was staring hard at his crotch. and Jisung gulped before walking back to his desk. When he sits down, he looks at y/n and goes red when she is biting her lip.

Christ. She is a sinful little thing.

Jisung looks away and takes a breath or two to calm himself from getting hard. How the hell could he react this way to one of his students? Someone clears their throat, and Jisung hesitates before looking up at Y/N. She was holding up her notebook.

He looks back to her eyes and furrows his brow. She smiles and turns the notebook around, and scribbles down something else before turning it to her teacher again.

You in those pants...

He gasps softly and looks back to her. She smirks and puts her notebook down. Despite his efforts, he could help but feel a heat start between his legs. She had been staring at him without shame. He looks around the room and is relieved when he sees the rest of his students working on the packet. He looks back to her and narrows his eyes.

"Y/N. Come to my desk please."

A few students raise their heads but go back to work just as quickly. Y/n stands up and walks to Jisung's desk with a small smile. When she reaches his desk, he gives her a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

Y/n hides her smirk and furrows her brow in fake confusion.

"What do you mean, Mr. Han?"

He sighs and licks his lips, and she watches his tongue peek out until it's gone again.

"I mean...I...you...go back to your seat y/n."

Jisung silently groans as he leans back in his seat. Y/n smirks and walks back to her seat, swaying her hips. He helplessly watches her ass until she sits back in her seat. He sits up and distracts himself with grading papers until the bell rings.

"That's homework if you didn't finish today."

He reminds his students and continues to grade papers.

"Mr. Han?"

Jisung looks up and meets y/n. He musters up a small smile.

"What can I do for you, y/n?"

She gives him a charming smile.

"I need help on the fifth question."

Jisung nods his head.

"Okay. Why don't you show me what you're not getting?"

She moves around his desk until she is standing next to his chair. She puts the packet down on the table and turns to the fifth question. She makes up some crap about not understanding it, and Jisung goes into full-blown teaching mode. When he is finally finished, he turns his face up to hers. He hadn't realized how close they were until now, but god helped him. He just couldn't move away.

she licks her lips as she stares at his lips.

"I think I get it now."

Y/n breathes out. Jisung gulps and bites his lip, nodding his head slightly as he stares at her lips.

"G-great."

Jisung stutters quickly. Y/n looks into Jisung's eyes and sees the lust hidden there. The tension between them only thickens when she leans closer. Jisung's heartbeat practically skyrockets when suddenly he leans forward and presses his lips to hers. She doesn't hesitate to reciprocate and moves her lips against his. He lets himself go, really lets himself go. He turns his chair to face his student and tentatively lays his hands on the girl's slim hips. Y/n moans softly and brushes her teacher's lip for entrance with her tongue. Jisung gives her access and spreads his legs enough to pull her in between them. They explore each other's mouths with questioning swipes of their tongues. Y/n moves her hands into his hair and kisses him harder with a soft moan. The moan only prompts Jisung further into his dangerous actions. His hands drift down past her skirt to the smooth skin on the back of her thighs. He gives the limbs a firm squeeze, and she lets out a loud moan into his mouth. Y/n suddenly steps even closer and climbs on top of him with her knees planted on either side of his thighs her cunt lands right on his now painful hard on. Jisung practically growls, and his hands slide further up her skirt until his hands rest on her cute ass to find her wearing a thong. Jisung can't help but squeeze the firm ass in his hands. y/n whimpers, and that's when Jisung comes back to earth. He pulls both his hands and lips away from her with a gasp.

"Oh fuck."

Jisung pants out. Y/n looks down at her teacher and licks her lips. Jisung pulls his hands back.

"I-I am so sorry y/n. I don't know what came over me. That was such a mistake."

Y/n suddenly leans down and captures Jisung's lips in a kiss. He lets out a surprised moan, and she pulls away.

"Listen, Mr. H, the kiss sure as hell wasn't one-sided, and once you realize it wasn't as big of a mistake as you think it is, come find me."

Y/n gets off of her stunned teacher and grabs her bag and packet. She reaches the door and turns around.

"Have a good day, Mr. Han."

She says with a smirk and a wink before slipping out the door. Jisung takes a deep breath. He kissed and groped his student, and his student had no problem with it. Obviously, it was wrong, and even though she was 18, it was still illegal considering his job. But God damn it, the way her skin felt and her tongue in his mouth. It was exciting and exhilarating. Especially with the chance of being caught. A shiver goes down his spine. He sighs and gets back to grading papers, his mind on her.

~~~~~~~~

Jisung had time to himself to plan some study packets. Mr. Wang, who was the Chinese history teacher, needed to use his classroom since Jackson's classroom was closed for maintenance, so he was in his office across the hall. A knock at the door pulls him away from the papers. He opened the door, and none other than y/n was standing at his door with a gorgeous sultry smile. Jisung's breath catches in his throat.

Y/n smiles wider and looks past her teacher into the office, then back to him.

"Can I come in?"

He simply steps back, not trusting himself, to say anything, and lets her inside. He shuts the door and leans against it, facing her staring at her ass she walked around his office. She sets down her bag and tilts her head to the side.

"Have you thought about yesterday?"

"It was a mistake, y/n."

He sees her face fall in disappointment and hurt she looks away from him. Before he knows it, more words are coming out of his mouth.

"But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it."

She snaps her head up at him with bright doe eyes. He recognizes lust in her eyes, and he is positive he has the same darkness in his eyes. He couldn't help but rake his eyes down her body. She looked so hot in her uniform. she takes a step forward and licks her lips.

"So you did think about it?"

 His blood was racing through his veins, and his palms itched to touch her velvety skin again.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Most definitely”

She takes a smaller step forward and slowly raises a hand to his toned chest. Jisung's breathing becomes heavier.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

She whispers. He mindlessly nods his head, she slowly raises on to her toes. her lips level with his ear.

"I touched myself all night thinking about you."

The growl she hears in her ear makes her instantly wet, and she brushes her lips against his jaw as she flexes her fingers down his chest. Jisung groans as the image of a completely naked y/n lying on her bed with one hand between her legs, the other gripping the bed sheets, and her back arched pops into his head. Fuck 

"I touched myself thinking about your hands on my ass and your lips pressed against mine and you filling me up on your desk”

Jisung groans as she reaches up with her other hand and cups his cheek. She pulls him into a feverish kiss. Jisung moans and kisses her back with the same force. Y/n brings her hands up to his hair and buries her fingers in his soft locks. Jisung roughly grabs her hips. Y/n presses her body fully against Jisung's, which elicits a deep growl from him. Jisung blindly reaches behind him and locks the door before moving off it and stumbling with y/n over to his desk.

Books tumble off his desk, but neither of them cares. He cups her firm ass and gives it a rough squeeze, delighted to feel she was wearing nothing underneath. She squeals and smiles into the kiss. He roughly pulls her head back by her hair and takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth, making the teen moan loudly. Y/n hands wander down to his chest and cupped her teacher's hard dick through his pants. Jisung lets out a strangled moan and breaks the kiss. She reaches for Jisung's shirt and quickly unbuttons it. Jisung flings it to the side.

Jisung catches his breath and moves his fingers to hers, ripping it off, buttons Flying everywhere. She had picked out a black lacy bra. Jisung lets out another growl at the beautiful sight in front of him. The ache between his legs was becoming almost painful. He needed release so badly. He spins her around and bends her over his desk. She lets out a small gasp of surprise when she hears the unbuckling of a belt then Jisung sits  down in his desk chair bringing y/n with him, her pussy immediately swallowing his dick. They both let out an air moan, Jisung  moves his mouth to her neck as his hands trail up her stomach to cup the girl's breasts. Y/n moans and lets her head fall back on his shoulders as she rocks on his dick. 

"Fuck."

Y/n whispers and moves her hands to her clit as he starts to pound her pussy, her upper half banging against the desk. There is a loud thump of books falling to the ground but neither of them cares, again. all while his lips are pressing firm hot kisses to y/n's neck. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and they freeze.

"Mr. Han, are you alright in there?"

Jisung gasps. It was the teacher next door. Jisung pulls out from Y/n. They huff softly from the lost of the connection, and he tuck himself back into his pants as he looks for his shirt.

"Uh, yes! Yes, Mrs. Hensley. A few of my, uh, books fell. That's all."

Y/n pulls on her shirt and quickly tries to cover up, but Jisung receives a small glare from y/n because he destroyed her shirt. 

“Sorry”

He softly says as he grimaces as he pulls one of his spares quickly from his small closet. 

"Do you want some help?"

The teacher that is still on the other side of the door offers nicely. He quickly tucks in his buttoned shirt and fixes his hair. He opens the door and peeks his head out before standing in front of the door with a sweet smile.

"I just have a clumsy student in there. She keeps knocking over my books."

Y/n hears him cover up and stifles a laugh. An idea pops into her head, and she moves away from the door. Jisung laughs, and Mrs. Hensley joins in.

"I've had a few of those. Good luck."

Jisung smiles and waves as she walks down the hallway. He slides back in the room and closes the door. He turns around and lets out a breath and closes his eyes as he leans against the door. His heart finally seems to settle down when y/n pipes up again.

"Mr. Han?"

Jisung opens his eyes and raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw at the sight of y/n still on his desk with her shirt open and skirt hiked up higher on her thighs giving a cheeky view of her pussy. Y/n smiles and leans back on one hand.

"Would you like to continue?"

Jisung closes his mouth and silently nods his head, the fire quickly reinstated in his groin. He walks to her and puts his hands on her thighs. Y/n leans back on her other hand, silently offering herself to him. Jisung leans forward and right when his lips are centimeters away from hers, the bell rings. She grits her teeth and groans, making him chuckle softly.

"You have to go. I have a classes to teach and you have to go to class."

Jisung whispers against her lips before pulling away and starting to button her borrowed shirt.

"Fine. I'll see you at 7th"

Y/n huffs as she jumps off the desk. She grabs her bag and starts to walk to the door before turning back to him. Y/n wraps her arm around his waist and pulls him to her, and kisses him firmly on the lips. He moans in surprise and kisses her back. When she pulls away, they are both panting softly. Jisung looks at her surprised and she gives him a smile.

"I wanted to give you something to think about when you teach your classes"

Y/n pulls away and leaves the room with a wink. Jisung shakes his head free of the memories as the bell signaling the start of 2nd. He crosses the hall into his classroom. He collects the packets he passed out yesterday and hands out a new paper, and teaches them through a couple of the questions. He lets them work on it for the rest of the class and doesn't assign it as homework when the bell rings.

Even during teaching, his mind had always fluttered back to y/n for a few seconds. He leaned back in his chair with his legs spread and his pen against his lips staring at a paper but thinking of y/n. Jisung pictures y/n's hand sliding into his shirt, her hands gently grazing his abs...or maybe teasing to touch his length ...her eyes doe like as he takes her mouth. Y/n walks into her 7th bell to see no one else in the classroom, but her teacher, with his eyes, glazed over, staring at a paper. Y/n moves quietly to her teacher's desk. He still doesn't look up, so Y/n clears her throat. At the sudden noise, Jisung jerks his head up and is torn from his daydream. He looks up to a smirking y/n, and he knows he's been caught.

"What are you thinking about, sir?"

Jisung bites his lip. A few students come into the classroom, and he manages to compose himself.

"Go to your seat, Ms. Y/l/n."

Jisung clears her throat. Y/n's smirk only deepens, and she leans forward.

"Anything for you sir"

She whispers and smiles as the lust deepens on his face. Y/n moves to her seat and studies her flustered teacher until class starts. Jisung collects their packets and gets a discreet wink from y/n, which in turn earns a disapproving look from him. Jisung does as he did with his other classes and teaches a few of the questions before sitting at his desk for the rest of them to do. He gets on his phone and scrolls through his Instagram feed.

"Mr. Han, I have a question."

Jisung looks up and finds a smirking Y/n. Why wasn't he surprised? He moves back his chair and motions for her to step around his desk.

"What question?

Y/n sets down her paper to reveal a notebook paper on top.

Do I have to guess what you were thinking about?

Jisung holds back a smile and clears his throat as y/n points to a random spot on the page.

"This one. I don't understand what it means."

She asks with a confused look on her face. He barely stops from rolling his eyes and grabs a pen from his desk.

Jisung scribbles down before fake, explaining a question quietly to y/n . Why was he going along with this? She smiles and nods her head in fake understanding.

"Ah, I see. What about that part?"

She asks another fake question as she writes down something else. Of course, she wouldn't stop, he thinks.

"Were you imagining my hands on you? Or my pussy that fits perfectly on your dick?"

Jisung clamps a hand on his growing dick under his desk at the image of y/n crying out as she gets pounded on his desk. Y/N continues writing.

"My pussy, I can tell by the way you are getting hard. Give me your number."

Jisung gives her a confused look when she writes the last part. She offers him the pen.

"Can you write it for me? Please."

Y/n whispers with a smile. He hesitates, but before he knows it, he is grabbing the pen and writing down his number. Y/n picks up her papers.

"Thank you sir. I get it now."

Y/n walks back to her desk and sits down. She's barely in her seat when she brings out her phone and sends a text to her nervous teacher. Jisung's phone buzzes in his hands, signaling a new message, and he opens it. His eyes go wide, and he looks up to find y/n who was smirking at him. He had expected Y/n to at least wait until after school. He looks back to the message.

“Hi teach (;”

Jisung bites his lip and responds.

“hey dork”

He chuckles a little as he sends it and sees her scoff. He gets a new message. He opens it immediately.

“Sir, I want to be on my knees in front of you. I want to touch you with my hands, lips, and tongue so bad I want to swallow every drop you give me. Will you let me?”

Jisung nearly chokes and stares wide-eyed at Y/n, who simply raises an eyebrow. His phone buzzes again.

Jisung gulps and closes his eyes for a brief second. What the hell was he doing? This is his student. Jisung looks back to his phone.

“Ms. Y/L/N I honestly don't know why I kissed you or fucked you. It was wrong. I could lose my job. We have to stop this.”

Jisung doesn't look at her this time and waits for a reply. Buzzz!

“Oh, Mr. Han, I know why you kissed me and fucked me. You wanted too. I wanted you too. It felt so good and perfect and it was hot. I know you felt it too, the lust, people don't growl for no reason when you kiss them. You want me. Why else would you give me your cell number? You have the power to stop Mr. Han, you just don't want to.”

Y/n was completely right he didn't want to stop. He wanted to have her in every way possible. He sets down his phone and chews on his bottom lip for a few seconds. Yes, he was afraid of getting caught, but the flames in his stomach felt good. Jisung grabs his phone.

“Call me Jisung and see me after class babygirl.”

He looks up to gauge y/ns reaction. Y/n blushes at the pet name he called her and sends another dangerous wink to her teacher. Jisung holds back a smile and sets down his phone. They get through the class without too many looks to each other. When the bell rings, Jisung informs them it's not homework and they file out of class with a smile. All except one, y/n. She hangs back in her seat until the door clicks shut. Y/n gets up from her seat, and he watches her move to his desk. She bites her lip and smiles.

"So you said you wanted to see me...Mr. Han."

Jisung stands up from his seat and moves to the door. He locks it before looking back to y/n. He walks towards her with a purpose. It takes seconds after touching each other for their lips to crash together. Jisung moans and immediately moves one of his hands to one of her ass cheeks, and the other to her throat, he squeezes both. Y/n whimpers and fists her hands in his button-up shirt to pull him closer. Jisung finds himself moving her against the closest available wall. Y/n groans as her back hits the wall hard. Jisung doesn't wait to get right to it and slides his hand that was on her ass underneath her skirt right to her bare pussy. She moans and kisses her teacher harder. He takes that as a green light rubs her clit slowly. 

"Take off your shirt."

Jisung whispers against her lips. She quickly complies as he re-attaches their lips. Jisung moves his finger lazily on her clit. Y/n stops unbuttoning her shirt and throws her head back with a strangled moan. Jisung smirks and quickly unbuttons the rest of her shirt. He grabs one of her hands and interlocks their fingers and pushes their hands above their heads against the wall. Y/n other hand come up to his shoulder, digging her nails into the cloth of white button up shirt. He pulls away just slightly as his finger dips down her wetness. God, she was drenched.

"Fuck, you're so wet kitten"

Jisung whispers against her lips. Y/n grits her teeth to hold back a moan when her teacher pushes one finger easily into her. Jisung starts pumping his finger in and out of y/n's cunt. Her eyes roll back in her head and she groans loudly. He moves his lips to her neck and nips at her skin. She moans and thrusts down on his finger.

"More...please"

She whispers. Jisung moves his lips farther down her neck to her chest as he pulls out his finger.

"Are you sure you can take 3?"

Jisung whispers uncertainty. Y/n groans loudly and opens her eyes to send him a glare.

"Finger Fuck me already."

With that, Jisung lunges forward and crashes his lips to hers with a groan. He couldn't imagine sexier words coming from her beautiful mouth. He gently thrusts three fingers inside of her, who in turn struggles to hold back a loud moan. giving her time to adjust before quickly pumping in and out of her. She lets out a breathy gasp.

"Fuck...yes- oh god Jisung- Yes."

She breathes out against his lips. Jisung smiles and thrusts even harder, making her moan loudly. bringing his lips to her ear.

"Y/n,...we're going to be forced...to cut...this short if you don't be...quiet."

Jisung pants into y/n's ear. She lets out a chuckle before it is covered with another moan. She arches against the wall. Jisung suddenly releases the hand he had pinned to the wall and covers her mouth.

"Is my girl misbehaving? Is she Not listening to her teacher? Should she get punished?"

he moves his wrist and presses his thumb to her clit, hard. She lets out a defeated whimper as she nods yes and arches higher. Her hips buck and grind furiously on his digits. She lets out loud moans and groans that are only stopped by his hand clamped over her mouth, she sucks his thumb in the process to keep herself quiet as Jisung's own mouth travels up and down her neck. Y/n starts to buck wildly as her orgasm approaches. Jisung recognizes the need in her thrusts and moans and moves his mouth back to her ear.

“Don't you fuck dare cum, baby, you've been a bad girl”

She whimpers and pleds As he continues to assault her pussy.

“Please Jisung, I promise..”

“Promise what, princess?”

“I promise to be a good little girl for you” she sobs.

"Cum for me y/n Come on, be a good girl and  Cum for me."

She gasps softly at the term of endearment, but her thoughts quickly transfer back to Jisung's hand between her legs. As quick as lightning and heavenly orgasm is on her. Waves of pleasure rock her body as she whimpers softly. Jisung leaves light kisses on her neck and shoulders as she comes down from her high.

"You did so well babygirl" he slides his hand off of her mouth and leaves a gentle kiss on her lips.

Y/ns eyes flutter open, and she smiles softly. Jisung eases his fingers out of y/n wet pussy and licks them clean, moaning softly at the taste of her. He smiles at her and pulls away to grab a few tissues. He wipes off his hand and cleans her up as well. Once the two are presentable Jisung sits back in his seat and y/n grabs her bag.

"So..."

Jisung looks at her. 

"We shouldn't-"

She interrupts him swiftly.

"Jisung, no offense but if you say this was a mistake I will seriously punch you. You made me cum so fucking hard I'm actually a little shaky. That is not a mistake."

Jisung couldn't help but let out an airy chuckle, Y/n blushed and walked to her teacher.

"Tell me this was not a mistake, Jisung." She says with a vulnerable smile and a tilt of her head. Jisung smiles.

"This was most definitely not a mistake, y/n."

She smiles in return and leans up. He tilts her chin up with one finger and kisses her so tenderly. she hums softly against his lips. She pulls away.

"I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Han."

Blowing him a kiss as she unlocks the door before walking out of the room.

"Look forward to it babygirl" he says quietly with a smirk on his face. 

Yeah, this year is definitely going to be an unforgettable one. 

~END~

[ko-existing]

There is no independent existence beyond consciousness or awareness

• Being_Is_IT / Twitter

Reader: Once upon a time Master Wang Yangming was visiting the south mountain, a friend of him pointed to the flowers and trees in the rocks and asked Master Wang, although you said that 'there is nothing in the world outside of the mind', these flowers and trees bloom and wither on their own in the deep mountains, so what do they have to do with my mind?" Master Wang replied, Before you saw this flower, this flower and your mind were both in silence, e.g., oblivion; when you came to see this flower, its color suddenly became clear. Then you knew that this flower is not outside your mind. Can you please talk about the case of the flower in the rock by Master Wang Yangming?

BeingIs: I'll be more direct: seeing and being seen are the same seemingly energetic effect. Therefore, there is no so-called independent existence of such an object as "flower" without having seen the image of "flower" first. Many people ask curiously whether there is a certain distant place that exists completely independently of your imagination and completely independently of your "awareness".

No, there is no such place because being imagined is the same energetic effect as imagining, and perceiving is the same energetic effect as being perceived. Being imagined rises together with imagining and being perceived rises together with perceiving. In other words, If there is no imagination at all, where is the "imagined object"? The effect of imagination instantly, synchronously and seemingly presents the effect of seemingly objects being imagined.

If the effect of imagination is gone, then all seemingly objects being imagined are gone too. All is SELF. This SELF is beyond the effect of imagination, and this SELF is not an object or a thing. Seeing and being seen, imagining and being imagined, are all seemingly, temporary, and spontaneously energetic impressions. Although these energetic impressions seem very real, they are completely insubstantial energetic effects.

The boundless universe only seems to be there because of your awareness. This seemingly boundless universe is precisely reflecting the effect of being aware. Without your being aware in the first place, how can there be a so-called "boundless universe"? Most people also take for granted to believe that the world has been there for eons of time before they were born. The Mind implicitly assumes that the world has a history of billions of years. They also firmly believe that after they disappear, the world will continue to be existent independently.

Actually, it is not the case at all. Every morning when consciousness (awareness) seems to rise, the entire universe seems to rise instantly. There is no such object as the universe existing independent of consciousness (awareness). Therefore, you are not actually seeing a universe right now. Actually, you are experiencing only the energetic effect of yourself (SELF). Such energetic effect can also be conveniently named as "consciousness" or "awareness".

There has never been an independently existing "universe" or "world", and there has never been an independently existing "you" either. All of this is the energetic impression of SELF, which seems to be passing by like a revolving lantern. Is there a world existing right now in front of your eyes? The Mind thinks it is the "world", but it is not what the Mind thinks it is. What the Mind thinks it is - is just a seeming only. Just like everything in a dream is a seeming only.

The Mind in the dream thinks everything in the dream is happening inside a certain world. Now you are no longer in the dream, where did the dream world you just dreamed of go? In fact, regardless of the present moment or the dream last night, there is never really any world, all that you seem to experience is your own energetic impression passing by, that's all. Most immature people would wonder curiously, what was the situation before this world was created? This question itself is based on a ridiculous logic of illusion.

Where is this world from? When is the "creation"? What is there "before"? What will be there after the "destruction"? Can you see? these concepts such as creation, destruction, before, and after are completely illusory concepts similar to questions being asked in dreams. These questions are based on absurd assumptions projected by the Mind. Don't take these questions seriously! It has always been just you (SELF) alone. You (SELF) have no creation and destruction, and you (SELF) don't have before and after.

You may be curious, since there is no independent existence beyond consciousness or awareness, then SELF is the only independent existence. Please note, although this statement sounds reasonable, it is inappropriate to describe SELF using concepts such as "existence" or "non-existence" because SELF is not an object and not a thing, so SELF transcends the concept of "existence" and "non-existence".

The Mind always interprets SELF to be an object or a thing, so it implicitly uses the illusory logic of "existence" or "non-existence" to describe or imagine SELF. How the Mind interprets doesn't matter, your sensitivity will automatically increase, and at some point, you can keenly discern that the Mind getting fixated in such logical analysis. When you discern such an illusory joke logic, just laugh it off.

[vi-sigoth]

This assessment mostly gets it, but it glosses over another glaring problem. OP says “George would have to have an awakening of virtue.” And there lies the big problem, the other massive can of worms you have to open when you discuss GRRM:

George R.R. Martin is an agnostic. Too spineless to commit to a religion, too spineless to commit to being an out-and-out atheist. He’s a lapsed Catholic, and he makes it very clear in his books for the most part that religion = bad, and devoutly religious people = REALLY bad. The Faith of the Seven is a lazy parallel to Catholicism, and aside from MAYBE two or three people in his entire universe, all adherents to the faith are awful people. Baelor Targaryen was was a stupid zealot volcel, the High Pope Septon who reigns at the beginning of the main series is lazy, fat, and decadent, the High Sparrow and his Faith Militant are all evil, corrupt, and stupid. The Septas who serve the High Sparrow are nasty, evil bitches. The Silent Sisters exist basically as a way to punish slutty women, and no other reason at all, none. (I was not raised Catholic so if someone wants to jump in and elaborate on all the ways the Faith of the Seven fails to be a good parallel to Catholicism, please feel free.)

Okay, Visigoth, you say. But that’s his “Christian” parallel. He’s a lapsed Catholic so he has negative feelings about Christianity. What about the other religions in his universe? Well, the Faith of R’hollr, which is basically his Zoroastrian/Manichaeism dualistic religion has two main representatives in OTL: Melisandre of Asshai, and Thoros of Myr. Melisandre is a slut and a liar, and frequently lies and uses illusions to get people to believe in her powers, and her “prophesies” and visions are almost always wrong. And she’s also a dumb zealot (see the pattern here?) She has used legitimate powers once, for evil (killing Renly). Thoros has the very real ability to bring people back from the dead, but every time Berric comes back from the dead, he emphasizes that there’s nothing, no afterlife, just a void. (You get it guys? Get it? People who believe in an afterlife are STUPID! You’re a fucking idiot for believing in that). Okay.

What about the Faith of the Old Gods? The Faith kept by the Children of the Forest and the people that inhabit the North of Westeros. Maybe this one is better, it’s modeled on European pre-Abrahamic pagan belief. Maybe GRRM writes this one in a less lazy, uninformed way?

UGH. No. As someone who is a Celtic/Gemanic pagan and has studied lots of history, myth and legends around that subject, I can give my resounding opinion on this—GRRM writes his Pagan parallel just as lazily as he writes his Christian and Zoroastrian ones. The Faith of the old gods involve praying to faces carved in trees. That’s it. Nothing else. Nothing. That’s not how pagan belief worked, AT ALL. Pagan belief amongst Europeans (I know nothing about any other region so if you want to know why Aztecs cut people open and threw them down pyramid steps, you’ll have to ask someone else), if I can generalize, had several main tenets, none of which GRRM apparently bothered to research.

1). Belief in many gods who were good and benevolent, and who created human kind and the world they lived in. These gods were prayed to, made temples and altars for, and offered things like burnt offerings and libations. These gods oversaw the natural universe, i.e., crops coming in every year, thunderstorms and snowstorms, the birth of children, marriage, deaths and so on. Northerners and Old God believers do pray, but not that much, and to no one. There’s NO named gods? At all? Nothing?

2). Belief in ancestor worship and reincarnation. Uh oh! We can’t have that! Being proud of your ancestry and your blood line is for FASCISTS.

3). Priests, shamans, druids, goðis, volkhovs—whatever you want to call them. People had religious officiates. The went to them for medical aid, to officiate weddings, to bless newborn babies—all the things you go to your local pastor to and probably them some. Yes, these officiates often had hierarchical rankings—if Julius Caesar can be believed, there was possibly a “High Druid” or, if you will, a “Druid pope.” The only example we have of any sort of “higher up” in this religion is Bloodraven, and is he a noble Druid who has been bestowed higher powers? No, he only gets his visions at the expense of him painfully growing into a giant Weirwood, and he speaks in riddles and half-truths to Bran.

4). Rules and laws that governed behavior and morality (blasphemy was particularly frowned upon among Germanics).

5). Worship and veneration of lesser beings like land or water spirits. Okay, so there’s some trees with faces in them. Anything else??

6). Holidays??? Does anyone in this entire made up fantasy universe have a single holiday???? No specific celebrations that follow the strange years-long weather patterns? Wouldn’t the beginning of spring be a pretty big deal in a world where winter can last years? Where’s the summer feasting and bonfires?

7.) SONGS AND PRAYERS? I can get that maybe GRRM wanted the Old God Faith to contrast with the Faith of the Seven, which does have a “Bible” I guess (The Seven-Pointed Star) but just because there’s no written tradition doesn’t mean there can’t be any oral tradition. No prayers or songs? No harvest songs? No silly songs for children so they can learn the god’s names or anything like that?

Uh-oh! It sounds to me like that might be a little…too…dare I say it…ORGANIZED for poor ol’ George.

8.) The Afterlife. This is where I just can’t with GRRM. Beric says there is no R’hlloric afterlife, and what about an Old God afterlife? Who are all the voices in the trees that Bran hears? They’re dead Children of the Forest greenseers. Okay, so there’s an afterlife? No, you just go into a tree.

WHO CREATED THE TREES. WHO CREATED THE CHILDREN OF THE FOREST. IF THE COTF HAVE SOULS, WHAT OR WHO GUIDES THESE SOULS INTO THE TREES? WHO MADE HUMANS IN THIS UNIVERSE? WHO CREATED THE WORLD?

The Old Gods? The Seven? R’hollr? The Great Stallion? The Lion of Night? The Drowned God? Pick one, George. Pick one, you fucking fat, lazy coward.

But that’s the thing. George won’t pick one. George will never present a good, uncomplicated example of a decent, moral person from any of his religions, and he won’t flesh any of them out properly, because George thinks that religion is for people that are stupid, or people that are evil.

What’s the oldest profession in the world? It’s a shaman. It’s a person that communed with the powers on high and made known those powers to humankind.

But if you asked George R. R. Martin? He would tell you it was a prostitute.

[hyog-blog]

Fangs of Fortune (ep. 01 + ep. 02)

Okay, I managed to successfully not spoil any of the show's details (apart from it being stunningly beautiful), so I'm going in fully unprepared :D Already sensing a lot of drama brewing - the plot is twisting from the very beginning of the show! Even before we were properly introduced to all the main characters.

But first things first - why is everything so pretty? The people, the scenes, the visual effects, the rain falling down, the floating clothes, the makeup, those huge tears running down Zhuo Yichen's pretty face, the shots, the angles, the backgrounds, the music playing in the back.

It's just wow, the aesthetics is off-charts, delivering in each and every scene. I'm digging the desaturated bluish color palette with cyan/teal shadows, it's so moody and kind of hints at a not-so-happy story with torment and whatnot (I probably won't be able to prepare myself for what's about to come, so I won't even try XD)

Also, the visuals have a dream-like quality to them (and I'm guessing that's a thing? That's definitely a thing). All the details are crispy-clear until they aren't, and there's a very pleasant trippy feeling in the movement of the shots/camera/special fx, etc. It's very peculiar and incredibly immersive at the same time. As a viewer, you get a feeling that you're inside the show, the sets, and whatever demonic witchery is going on in the scene.

Next, Hou Minghou delivers his role like he was born for it. Regal, demonic, deceptive, sensual, sexual, humorous, cunning, gentle, caring, hurting, vicious... This man has had each and every type of emotion in the course of just 2 episodes and we still have no idea where's the real him (it's like you want to believe he's doing what he's doing out of the kindness of his demonic heart, but the history is telling otherwise). And I can already sense that the promise our boy Zhuo Yichen made to him will come and bite everyone in their pretty asses somewhere along the line (it's, like, already palpable).

Everyone has gotten deliciously stabby with our dashing demon Zhao Yuanzhou right from the first episode. Is this the show's love language? XD Because I'm sensing it is)) I have to admit it's kind of kinky. Even more than just a little. And if that's the M/M/F love triangle we're going for, then I'm all up for it :D

Oh, and all those funny moments? Going from dark to darkly humorous is just adding to the trippiness. I'm loving all of it so far - it's mysterious, incredibly intriguing, and all the characters are so delicious that I had to pause the scenes many times to grab those screenshots because of how amazing everything looks. And a lot of things are kind of... suggestive.

The show is so moody and visually stunning that I don't even have the words to describe it yet. Will need to watch more episodes to form some kind of opinion apart from 'wooooow' XD Also, it's hotter than heat itself and there are all kinds of delicious vibes going on. Other than that - so, so pretty! And fantasy-like in the best possible, albeit a little nightmarish way.

[yallthemwitches]

How about these two prompts in one:

“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.” 

Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. 🫢🫣🥵

(Cannot contain excitement 🤭🤭🤭)

Hello again!

So I cheated (?) and mushed a lot of the prompts into one piece. This one goes with your prompt, plus “Look at you coming undone before I even touch you," and "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

Also, just generally I wanted to add another entry into the "James Potter is a munch who loves his girlfriend/wife's pleasure more than himself cinematic universe."

Thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt! I'll keep working on them!

Read under cut or on AO3 here

“The troll wars of the sixteenth century were disrupted by the —James.”

“Hm?” He doesn’t remove his lips from her neck, nipping down the side with his tongue trailing after to lick away any possible pain he’s caused.

“We need to study— we both have history of magic on friday and god knows you haven’t even looked at your notes.“

“I’m listening. Go on, keep reading.” But she has a hard time believing it, because her attention is not even on the words she is saying anymore, rather following the trail of his fingertips under the hem of her skirt.

She continues, but her voice falters on a word. She repeats the sentence once, twice… by the third try, she can feel James’ lips smiling into her collarbone, the hand under her skirt now massaging circles into her inner thigh. 

“You are stressing too much about these exams,” he murmurs, moving his lips up to hers, dragging his tongue against the seam of her mouth. 

“You’re clearly not,” she mumbles back, finishing the quip just before a small gasp bubbles out, his hand below hooking around the strap of her knickers. 

Her eyes flutter closed for a split second, enjoying the lull of his touch, but she wrenches them back open, alarms starting to sound in the back of her mind.

“James—“ she hisses, “Quit it—this is the library…people will see.” 

But he either isn’t listening or doesn’t care. His eyes drift open, just long enough to take a visual scan of the nearby bookshelves before diving back on her, lips moving at a deliberate slowness so she can feel every plea of his tongue as he coaxes her mouth open against his. 

“Just relax Evans—read the lesson and let me take care of you, yeah?”

Right as she is about to ask what exactly he means by that, the warmth of his body disappears and she opens her eyes to see him sliding under the table, a wild grin beaming from his face. 

“Christ, Potter. What are you—“

But the answer becomes evident. She feels two calloused hands start at her ankles and slowly glide up her legs, fingertips like feathers trickling their way to the soft flesh between her thighs and stopping just before the place where the thigh meets the torso. 

“I can’t hear you reading, Evans,” he teases from the darkness under the table, amusement crackling in his voice. She lets out a low noise of discontent: he’s absolutely mental if he thinks she can focus on Troll Wars while he’s down there. 

She wiggles her legs a bit, sliding them side to side as a ploy to get him to do something other than rest his fingers on her upper thigh, but he makes no further movements—his intention to stall clear until she follows direction.

She can feel heat pooling just inches away from where his hands lay with irritatingly zero pressure and moves to alleviate it herself. She begins to clamp her thighs shut but he moves instantly, hands pressing hard down into her thighs and prying them open wider so that her knees are almost in line with the corners of the chair. 

“No way. I need you to spread your legs for me—as wide as you can, then start reading because I’m trying to study here.”

She has half the mind to kick him, but just as she attempts to jut out her leg, two hot hands press against either side of where her thighs and center meet and something hot and damp takes one long swipe against the center of her knickers. 

She doubles over the table, bracing herself with her hands to not completely collapse her cheek against the surface. His mouth hovers against her middle, hands still holding her open, but he stalls again, making himself clear. 

“I can’t hear you reading…c’mon Evans—I’m a kinesthetic learner...”

Arsehole. Breathing shallow, she straightens herself, feeling his fingers contract slightly on her thigh. Her center is so hungry for his touch again that it’s buzzing, all her body heat leeching to the one singular place where his mouth lingers. 

“Godric—you are getting so wet…” She doesn’t hear him say it, but she can feel it, his lips so close to the fabric that the words tickle her core. “Look at you coming undone and I haven’t even touched you yet…”

In another moment she would have called him arrogant, but the overpowering need for him to touch her keeps her mouth tight. She takes a haggard breath and picks the textbook back up, willing to play along if it means feeling less like an insect squirming on a pin.

“T-The Troll War of—of Fuck Baby.”

Finally, the stalemate ends. His mouth descends on her, fingers tugging away the soaked fabric of her knickers to press kitten licks into bare skin. Sparks of light dance across her vision, and her reading falters, unable to get her eyes to focus on the words much less anything else besides his tongue. 

“Merlin Lils, you’re dripping.” A finger dips into her with zero resistance and the sound of his fingers pumping into her wafts its way up into the room. She claws at the surface of the table, not able to find purchase and wishing she could reach for his hair and push his tongue in alongside his fingers.

“James—“

All pretense of reading is abandoned, James now solely focused on one goal only: to taste her come. He nibbles at her clit, alternating repetitive strokes of the tongue with soft sucking. She squirms against him, unhappy with her lack of mobility in the scenario—usually she is able to at least touch him back, but his spot under the table makes it too difficult to slide her hands down to find him.

“Come fuck me,” she gasps, getting restless. “I don’t bloody care who sees, come take me up against the shelf and let me come on your cock.”

A low gutteral noise echoes from below. “Fuck—-Fuck Lily—you saying that...”

For a moment he stalls, deliberating the proposition with her clit between his lips, then he begins moving again—twisting fingers, repeated laps, a thumb circling the bundle of nerves at the center of it all.

“No—come first,” he says, pulling her thighs impossibly wider. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”

It’s unbearable, the pleasure building in her body. He adds more pressure, focusing on the exact spots he knows will make her unravel the fastest. It takes an act of god to keep her eyes open, always watching for some stray student to wander past and see her keeled over and panting against her homework.

Stripes of color litter her eyesight, the pleasure mounting right where his tongue lingers, coaxing her to finish in the same rhythm of his hand. She covers her mouth, unable to hold back moans as the sensation culminates, crashing down on her like warm rain. 

“Shh—just a little more…” 

Little is an understatement. Her body trembles, head falling down against the cool grain of the table.

“James, baby I—.” 

It is loud enough to echo against the high dome ceiling, but she doesn’t care anymore. He continues even after she has come down from her climax, stroking the now sensitive skin until a bubble of laughter pulls him away. 

Slunk against the table, she doesn’t register he’s moved until her chair skids backwards with her in it. Now out from his hiding spot, he stands in front of her, mouth glistening and a feral look gazing back from under his lenses. Her eyes have only seconds to zero in on the very obvious tent in his pants when she is shot backwards, now pressed against the nearest shelf with dust raining down on her. 

“I ready to fuck you now.”

His tongue slips into her mouth and she tastes herself heady on his tongue. He bunches up her skirt enough to rip down her knickers, pocketing them in the process and she fiddles with his waistband, taking care to grind her hips forward in the process. 

She has to admit, It’s her favorite part.

When he goes down on her he is all power, commanding her body much like he does a broomstick: with lithe, domineering movements encompassed in complete awe. But after, after when he has the trophy of his name pouring from her lips and her taste surging against his tongue– then he is finally able to give in. He melts completely for her.

“Lily–” he coos when she finds the smooth skin of his cock from inside his pants and shoves his trousers down just enough to release him. 

 “Merlin you’re amazing–a dream…I mean, fucking christ.”

She laughs at his adopted muggle swear while busying herself with hiking her leg around his waist. He takes her ass in both hands, holding her wedged against the bookshelf. 

“I’m going to dock points from you for making too much noise,” she says with laughter trickling out. He grins back, not even denying his penchant for being vocal. 

“Do it, take it. Best loss of Gryffindor pride I’ve ever wallowed away.” 

Turns out she is just as bad as he is. He pants between her breasts, dipping in and out of her with a swift ease, aided by the remains of his earlier work. She grips everywhere at once, the creaking wood of the shelves, the rattling tomes behind her, his shoulders, and especially his hair. She cries into his neck, biting down as a means to silence herself but getting a little more mileage when the action makes James’ hips snap forward, the new angle shooting her back off the ledge and landing her somewhere past human thought. He follows after, gasping her name against her as he shakes in release. 

In all, it's a miracle they aren’t caught. 

“So much for our history of magic NEWT,” she sighs, absently trailing a hand through his hair and down the nape of his neck while his heartbeat slows under her. He enjoys being inside of her for just a moment longer, fully aware the second they separate the real world will rush in.

“What are you talking about?” He looks up with his glasses askew on his face, eyes dreamy and serene. She has the urge to kiss him, so she does.

“I’ll never forget the Troll War for as long as I live now—who knew shagging was a very effective study strategy.”

She laughs and he pushes their foreheads together, wishing he could bottle the sound.

[crossdressingdeath]

Ah, I think what we're getting into here is the difference between Andrastianism and the Chantry. There were a lot of different Andrastian sects(? Cults? Not entirely sure what the right word is, but I'm gonna go with sects) when the Chantry was first founded; most of them aren't around anymore (at least some of them gone because of the Chantry and its habit of wiping out every other religious group it can, see the codex entry on the Daughters of Song for an example; that one's especially nasty since they were pacifists and the Chantry steamrolled over them anyway), but even in the games' time period there's still a couple, most notably Chantry Andrastianism and Tevinter Andrastianism. Orlais chose a very warlike sect to follow right from the start, which might just have been because that's how Orlesians are but it's still a thing to keep in mind: the sect the Chantry came out of was already one that glorified war above most other things. How convenient for an expansionist empire! The Chantry itself was absolutely created from that initial sect with propping Orlais up in mind, and it has stuck to that mandate pretty consistently throughout Thedas's history (even up to the occupation of Ferelden, the Orlesian king put in charge had a Chantry advisor; as far as I'm aware there was no significant Chantry presence among the rebels, at least not in any official capacity). It's also important to me to keep in mind that in the games there is a vague acknowledgement of how Andrastians don't necessarily follow the Chantry and many don't agree with it; Anders is a devout Andrastian, and he understandably despises the organization. Varric is Andrastian, and Cassandra comments he wouldn't be caught dead in a Chantry. Basically the Chantry as an institution and Andrastianism as a religion are not the same thing, the Chantry was created with a specific goal that Andrastianism did not share, and after a point they have to be discussed as separate entities.

I sort of agree with the "institutions are at their heart the people" thing? But also that only goes so far when we're talking about an institution that is fundamentally not in it to do good, or at least not for anyone who isn't already wealthy and in a position of power. I think the best example is Mother Giselle; she was working in Jader during a famine, and she demanded the Chantry step up and offer aid to the people who were starving. She's the epitome of someone determined to do good within the Chantry and fulfill their supposed mandate of charity. And... the Chantry refused to help. Just straight up refused to send aid no matter how many times she entreated them to help these desperate people. Eventually Mother Giselle fell back on a hunger strike, and that worked (although the Chantry insisted she feed herself and her fellow sisters first, which they merrily refused to do; I have issues with Mother Giselle but this is very good, gotta respect the determination). But the Chantry was so furious with her for "shaming" them and forcing their hand that by breaking that famine she ensured she would never be able to move any higher in the institution than she was already. Mother Giselle was fighting the Chantry the whole way and was punished for succeeding. That's kind of the running theme in the Chantry; there are a lot of genuinely good people who are genuinely determined to help! But outside of the individual level they consistently find themselves stymied and slapped down by the organization they serve, because the Chantry does not actually exist to help and does not actually want to. There comes a point where you can't take the intentions of people who join up as the true purpose of the institution, because the institution absolutely does not agree with those intentions and will do everything in its power to shut them down. (Also I mean there comes a point where it's like... hey if you people are in this to help people why aren't you quitting when it becomes clear the organization is going to demand you hurt people at every turn, Keran DA2 you will always be famous to me.)

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT. Thank you Dorian for being the best once again and pointing out that hey maybe if the Chantry didn't treat their mages like shit and traumatize all of them they'd get possessed less often.

[frownyalfred]

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[the-physicality]

im ruminating about the expansion draft....would love some rules

[sysmedsaresexist]

Alright, friends, it'sssss

SHITSTORY (SHIT HISTORY) WITH 🌟 SAS 🌟

Before we get into it, I've checked in with OP, and we're going to have a nice, respectful conversation, I don't want anyone sending any crap to OP, from here on out it's sources and discussion, not argument

This post may be a bit jumbled, but I hope it's largely clear

The vast majority of this information has been archived on @pluraldeepdive, we thank them for their service 🙏

So, I think a timeline might be best

Many Voices was a newsletter for pwMPD. It was started in 1989 and you can read all of it!

In 1991, alt.sexual.abuse.recovery was created, and hosted a very large community of CDD systems. In 1994, this usenet group became ASARian incorporated, and it would become host to peer support, web hosting, unix shell accounts, and DID/MPD resources.

Also in 1994, alt.support.dissociation, would go on to become the longest running group for people with dissociative disorders. It's still active today!

I bring these three up because of another post I saw.

1995 is when we start running into problems.

Astraea's web would be the first website to discuss non-disordered plurality. Go and search everything you can, use every search term you can think of, check every archive you can access. I assure you.

It starts with Astraea.

(This conversation does not and will not touch on spiritual and religious plurality as used in the DSM, that's a different conversation that I'm happy to have, but exists outside of the history of endogenic and non-disordered plurality, up until much more recently when it was twisted to infer proof of endogenic plurality (it's not))

Astraea would go on to coin "natural multiplicity" around 1996. They theorized that multiple personalities were not a disorder and occurred spontaneously instead of developing from trauma and dissociation [x] [x]

Astraea was, and still is, one of the biggest names in syscourse. They started the movement and maintained it. What's important at this point in time is specifically what they're saying to and about CDD systems. At first glance, it sounds good, but when you actually look into their sources, when you put it all together, it paints a picture of extreme ableism and saneism. It showcases highly dangerous ideals that has harmed many, and will continue to do so. There are highly credible claims of plagiarism, misattribution, and a strong anti-psychiatry bias on Astraea's Web.

@pluraldeepdive the above link is broken, any chance you can get one that works?

This is the start of the endogenic community (see 2014, when natural multiple is replaced with endogenic because "natural" implied, often directly by those using the term, that CDD systems were unnatural). The name changed, but the ideas did not. These ideals are ingrained in pro/endo talking points, to the point that many of the plurals I've spoken to don't even realize that what they said hurts.

Natural multiplicity wasn't just about non-disordered plurality, it was actively anti-DID.

Astraea and the natural multiples would go on to boycott the diagnosis and take steps to try to remove it from the DSM. Keep reading, we'll get there.

In 1997, natural multiplicity would morph into a monster. Out of the natural multiplicity movement would spawn the "empowered multiples."

Empowered multiples put a huge focus on functionality and were separate from, what they called, 'survivor multiples'.

Tumblr doesn't like when I try to edit paragraphs with links, so here's dark personalities. It's gross. You won't enjoy.

I'm trying to pick some choice quotes, but they all kind of suck, and I can't quote the whole thing, so... this, I suppose.

However, if you were to meet [an empowered multiple] in real time, you probably would not even realize [they] were a multiple because most people expect multiples to be either psychos or sniffling babies who can't handle anything.

They have a very low view of people who find use in the medical model and therapy.

In 1999, MultiGardens formed, but it was short-lived. Shortly after, the person who originally coined empowered multiplicity would make a statement that it was never meant to exclude survivors and they hadn't meant to cause so much conflict. Despite saying that, they continued to bash survivors and those who wanted fusion and therapy.

In the early 2000s, things take a sharp turn for the worse. The push to separate plurality from CDDs starts with Astraea. This is the article you linked, and we've barely started. We still have 20 years to go.

I highly suggest you give this post a read about Dr. Allison and the way Astraea presents the article.

It's at this point that natural multiplicity becomes a "movement." The purpose of this movement was to establish that plural experiences were not pathological. Participants in this movement often insisted that childhood trauma or abuse could not cause plurality or multiplicity.

Even today, the plural association continues to push that pwCDDs are just looking for someone to blame for something they already had (that they were multiple prior to abuse and would have been multiple without it-- with heavy implication that we're simply broken versions of endogenic systems that hate ourselves because we're pluralphobic. No really. That's the entire article.).

The problem is that those in the movement adopted the DID diagnosis despite acknowledging that it wasn't what they were experiencing (or could it be that plurality and CDDs are two different things?), and rather than talk about it, they just took to boycotting the diagnosis as a whole.

And they thought that the medical terminology was dehumanizing and derogatory, and rather than create new words, they just continued to encourage everyone to boycott the diagnosis as a whole.

I'm just going to quote PDD directly here.

Psychotherapy for DID was also denounced despite many participants never receiving such treatment. For example, the Astraea group had stated they were not diagnosed and had never been to therapy at the time [4:"Is it possible to know or discover that you are a multiple without ever having been diagnosed by a professional?" section]. Yet, on an essay encouraging the boycott of diagnostic labels, Astraea claimed that "[a]s a diagnosis, MPD/DID does not help multiples in the long run. Doctors and insurance companies make $$$ off us but are WE helped?" [3:"Removing Diagnostic Labels" section].

Discourse and REAL political activism to remove DID from the DSM continued for the next TEN YEARS. I highly suggest this post and this one for seeing what Astraea was up to, with screenshots and direct links.

Ah, fuck, this one, too.

We haven't talked about the misinformation yet. I don't know that I can cover all of it. It would take an entire blog-- oh. Pluraldeepdive exists!

None of this even touches on Lancers or Pavillion-- the cruelest of the entire natural and empowered multiples.

Wait, is that the layman's guide you're trying to link to?

The one created by these guys?

Why yes, it is.

The association between non-disordered plurality and the natural multiplicity movement was solidified, and the damage was done. "The primary messages given by the non-disordered multiples [...] is that multiple personality is not a disorder and the anti-survivor message that multiplicity is natural and not caused by abuse." [X]

In 2014, endogenic was coined, as mentioned above, to be less offensive. The past was never addressed and buried. People deny all of this happened.

For a large chunk of the community, endogenic then became synonymous with the movement, with all the same issues as before. Just with a nicer name.

And here we are, in this great year of 2024, linking to Astraea.

This post is directly adjacent to this entire conversation-- plurality being coined as the anti psych alternative to multiple, and how everyone is going back to multiple again so we can do the whole song and dance one more time.

I think... that's it??

Violently slamming the fact that DID and other "Dissociative Disorders" related to Plurality were made by Ableist doctors who believed in "False Memories" and had MANY patients come out about being abused and/or the Integration forced upon them causing them to be unable to function due to the lack of their Headmates

Anyways, please read This, I feel it helped give a lot of light on why you honestly shouldn't bother interacting much with 'Anti-endos' and 'Sysmeds'

I know we posted the link before but certain,, posts keep popping up on our dashboard.

(The link outside of text: https://www.astraeasweb.net/plural/allison.html)

Also, for anyone who does read that I feel the need to say (if the information does actually reach you): Do NOT be ashamed at using the term DID for yourself, or anything mentioned to be "Bad" in that text. If you can go without using it, obviously it could be great if you would, but if it's the most comfortable term for you then you're under no obligation to stop using it for others comfort. Same goes for plenty of other stuff.

Also: Go check out the other plural post we made, Specifically the one mention Layman's Guide To Multiplicity. (Though, if you can't find it, here's the Link) ((Note: The website doesn't load very well on Mobile, so you may have trouble reading it on a phone. It's still able to be read, but it may feel a bit annoying))

[gingerswagfreckles]

I think people need to understand that when someone says the situation in Israel/Palestine is complicated they are not necessarily saying that the discussion of who the oppressor vs oppressed is complicated. The Israeli government has been oppressing the Palestinians for a very long time, that is clear, and it is not complicated to understand that at least since the 80s they have had dramatically more financial and military power to keep control of the territory in the way they like.

However, it is reductive and dismissive to insist that there is no complexity in the potential ways to move forward to bring peace to the region. Despite what people on tumblr.edu like to believe, "Israel should never have been created" is not a practical solution to an incredibly heated geopolitical situation in the present day. Israel was created and it does exist. 10 million people live there. 74% of the population is native born and the country has existed for 75 years. Hand waving these fact away with the opinion that "they should move back to where they came from" may make you feel good about being a Radical Leftist, but it does not give anyone a road map for how exactly millions of people without dual citizenship are supposed to just up and evaporate. Nor does it acknowledge the reality that 21% of Israelis are Arabs, the very people you are claiming to want to give the land back to.

Insisting that there's nothing complicated about expecting an entire country's population to willingly dissappear with no consequences is not a productive way to think about this conflict. It ignores the many massive superpowers that have an interest in proping up different states in the region, the power dynamics involved in any land back movements, and the inevitably negative consequences of totally dissolving an established state without a plan. It is also completely and almost comically unrealistic, so much so that it makes it hard to believe that anyone who's opinion starts and ends with this idea really gives a shit about anyone who lives in the area as much as they care about their online leftist clout.

There's nothing complicated in understanding that the Israeli government is and has been maintaining an oppressive apartheid state for decades. It is, however, very complicated to come up with a realistic way to resolve some of the most intricately entangled land disputes on the planet without plunging the region into total chaos. Not everyone has to be deeply educated on every geopolitical situation, but it is very hard to take people seriously when they know nothing about the politics or history of a region and yet insist that there is nothing complicated about it at all.

There's a lot of people on this website who are getting dangerously smug about their own ignorance, and are starting to go down Qanon type anti-intellectual paths in the name of being sufficiently radical. Not knowing the details of a very convoluted land dispute isn't something to brag about online as you call for intentionally reductive solutions. You can support the Palestinian cause and be aware of the oppression they have faced while also holding off on calling people trying to do real analysis and de-escalation work bootlickers. We need to get control of the urge to fit every global issue into a simplistic YA novel narrative structure that appeals to Western revolutionary fantasies.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Language Barriers

Based off the idea that Yuu doesn't speak the same language or have the same culture norms in their world!! Got inspired for once

Content Info: GN!, 4.6K words-ish, Fluff/Comedy, Platonic except in Kalim's, Aztec refs in Leonas, NSFW jokes in Heartslabyul, Staff being parents, Trey bullying

Characters: Mozus Trein, Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, Ashton Vargas, Sam, Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Grim, Leona Kingscholar, Kalim al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit

***

***

Since your arrival in Twisted Wonderland, you have begun to grasp the language and culture of this world. For the most part, at least.

You remember as clear as day when you first arrived, the pure confusion of the Headmage and those around you. Words from your lips were pure gibberish to them. They stared at you like you were an anomaly— and they were right. You are one.

‘Glitchy’ is the term they have used to describe your voice. “It is as though the sound around you warps everytime you speak.” The Headmage— Crowley— said.

The man had given you a necklace alongside an old dorm he housed you in. It was a simple looking necklace. A small mirror charm dangles in the center of it. Subtle enough to not draw attention to it.

It wasn't just a necklace however. It was a translator, a universal one.

The ‘glitches’ from your mouth had stopped and became the strange sounds the natives here spoke. Still, the necklace is just a buffer. Just because you can understand them doesn't mean you know what they're saying.

You still do not know the slang, the culture, the phrases, the grammar. Words still slipped your mind. You swear all you can hear is gibberish at times– and honestly you don’t doubt it occasionally is when students want to mess with you. You still had a lot to learn and there have been many miscommunications along the way. All part of the journey you suppose.

The staff here weren't coddling at all but they were accommodating. They made it clear that they favored no student more than the other. (At least that's what they claim.) But they also understood that holding you to the same standard would be unfair.

Mozus Trein

Professor Mozus Trein was a blessing when it came to learning about this world. His history classes made understanding this place easier. Trein would even give you extra context with his lessons to help you understand the everyday things and universal knowledge that you are unaware of.

His standards for your essays were different. He was no less strict on you but he was reasonable. He could tell that you truly understood the concept and put effort into your papers despite the language barrier and he is not going to punish you for learning.

You would get your paper back with a high grade and a page of corrections with explanations for each one. Why this comma here wrong. Why this was the wrong conjugation of that word. How this sentence could be improved.

“Excuse me, Professor?” You test the words as you speak them, accent slipping out. Trein looks to you from his desk. "Yes?”

“This word here is marked as wrong, but I remember you saying ‘I before E except after C.’” You tilt the paper to him and the older man adjusts himself on seat.

“Let me see here…” Trein paused to read the paper, expert eyes scanning for any potential mistakes. “Ah I see, that word there is an exception. ‘Sovereign’ doesn't follow that rule.” He closed his eyes as he explained and you nodded in understanding.

“I see, so I just have to memorize it. Are there any other words like that?” You didn't like how Trein seemed to frown as he thought about it. He hadn't realized how many there were. “Yes there are. A lot more than I anticipated I’m afraid,” a sigh escapes his lips and he shakes his head.

“I will not hold this against your grade since you have been improving with each assignment. Little mistakes like this will be forgiven so long as they are not repeated. Allow me to adjust your grade accordingly.”

You tilted your head as your B+ went to an A-. A small smile decorates your features. Trein nods to you and hands you your paper back. “There you are then. On to you next class.” You turn to leave but are stopped by when he speaks again.

“You should be proud of yourself, Yuu. You are the hardest working student I've have ever had the pleasure of teaching.” You perked up and your smile grew as you were onto your next class.

Divus Crewel

Professor Divus Crewel’s classes were difficult for completely different reasons. Math and numbers were the same for the most part aside from some minor symbol changes. Word problems were the bane of your existence however. Thankfully Divus can see that you understand the math. He'll often pass you or only take half a point off if you use the wrong equation or misunderstand the question and such.

He also gave you a small private lesson about alchemy as well. Teaching you the basic terms and proper protocols that most students would have learned early in their education. He'd show how to differentiate the effects an ingredient would have by the prefixes of their names or symbols on the vial.

But most importantly he would help you socially. What you should dress like for certain events. The correct way to speak so you could sound like a native. Social cues.

And he would refuse to admit it but you were his prized pup over the rest. He may or may not have slipped you a few perfumes or clothing under the guise of “Crowley not providing enough” or “Taking stress off of you to do better in class.” You knew better though.

After all, how could he play off giving a coat similar to his? It was less flashy and more suited to your tastes. It wasn't obvious to anyone else that you matched him unless they really observed. Perfect to wear in his class.

He's always looking out for you. Making sure you are safe and secure. And should you get injured from another adventure, he is there with a potion in hand.

Dire Crowley

Crowley was the one that gave you the necklace and a place to stay. Though eccentric and a bit well… lazy, you couldn’t deny that this was a good display of his generosity. Even if he does make you work for it.

Crowley was a strange one. He'd gift you some magical object one day and then forget you exist the next. He’d help you with your paperwork for accommodations and then forget to approve of them.

One time he dropped off a stack of paperwork on you to do for him but still left you a huge comprehensive guide that teaches you how to do each one. On top of that there was even a translation card meant to help you. If he put this much effort into these papers he'd be done by now. You assume he made this so he can drop more on you in the future. You swear he mentioned he's doing this to you to ‘prepare you for when you become the new headmage— er headmaster.’ Yeah right.

He'd give you dangerous tasks then become overprotective if any boy dare get too close to you. He'd help with anything but only if you stroke his ego. Yet despite it all he was still, as much as you hated to admit it, generous.

Despite everything, he has taken you in instead of abandoning you in this world. You swear sometimes he acts like a dad to you… When its convenient.

He's so annoying but you can’t find it in your heart to truly hate him. He may get you in trouble, but the moment it becomes too dangerous he steps in without hesitation to protect you and gives you a huge lecture after.

You hope you learn enough of the language to properly scold him.

Ashton Vargas

“Is this really necessary?” You ask the coach in front who re-wraps your hands tightly. “Absolutely it is!” The Coach's booming voice resonates in you as he pats you on your back rather roughly. “Give me another punch.”

You swallow and raise your hands again. You hesitate. “Come on kid you aren't gonna leave a dent in me!” You swallow and swing at his stomach. Vargas was right, he doesn't even flinch as your arm practically vibrates.

“That was a good form! I almost felt it.” A great guffaw rumbles in his chest. “Again!” Another punch, he looks down approvingly.

“Not bad, not bad at all. I sense a lot of potential in you, kid. That's enough for today.” You breathe a sigh of relief as you wipe your brow and unwrap your hands.

“Seems my training regiment is working, you're getting stronger by the day. Still— this on its own isn't enough. You need protein, kid! Lots of it. And you know what a good source of protein is?”

You stare at him for a moment. “Those uh…” the word slips your mind. “Chicken… capsules…?”

“Bingo! But they're called Eggs here Yuu.” Ashton puts a hand on his hip and makes a fist. “You should start with a dozen eggs per day and increase from there. I know that headmage can't be relied on to pay you in time, so I personally will deliver some bulking meals myself!”

“... Why are you doing this for me?” Your voice comes out a bit quiet as you speak. Ashton looks at you for a minute. “Why? Because you’re my student and I want to see you succeed. You got some serious strength hidden in you, and it would br a shame to see it wasted. Besides…”

As he speaks he starts taking down those punchy things, sandbags, you think. “The students here are quite rowdy. I want you to be able to defend yourself, especially since you don't have magic. You have to rely on brawn, Yuu! And I will be the one to awaken it.”

Vargas strikes a pose for a moment before relaxing. “Before you go I need to teach you some vocabulary.”

“Vocabulary…?”

“About your muscles of course!” The coach sat you down for a moment as he went into kinesiology. Micros and macros. Bulking. He broke it all down for you while flexing his muscles to emphasize his points.

“Now off you go Yuu, meet me here same time tomorrow, got it?”

Sam

Sam is a cool dude. You interact with him a lot. He never had an issue when you were first learning to speak. In fact he'd help you find the products you described to him. Of course he'd try and convince you to buy the more premium products but that's just business.

He'd even offer you a gig or two. His shelves don't stock themselves and his shadow friends wouldn't mind some extra help. Just know they can be a bit mischievous. While you were working you'd even get a small employee discount.

Even though your language has gotten better, there is still the occasional mix up.

“Ah, prefect! What can I do for you?” Sam queried while leaning on the counter top, delighted to see one of his favorite customers. “I am looking for… um…” You froze. What was that word again??

“The… white liquid?” You watched as Sam racked his brain for what you meant. “An invisibility potion?”

“No no! It's like… a juice?”

“Ah! I got it! Coconut milk!” The man snapped his fingers and winked. He frowned a bit when you shook your head.

“Wait here.” The shadow man watched as you ventured into the small smack aisle in front of him. Soon you took a bag of beef jerky and pointed to the small symbol on it. “What is this animal called again?”

“That's a cow.”

“Yes! I need the juice from it! The cow juice! What is its name? I forgot.” you perked up and beamed at him, hoping he understood. It all clicked for Sam, and he let out a hearty laugh at the realization.

“Do you mean milk, perchance?”

“Yes! I knew it had that sound! I need milk!” Sam chuckled again and waves his hand, sending a small shadow to retrieve some. “By the way would you be down to do some work tonight?”

“Tonight? Yeah, I can always use some extra cash.” The prefect was always so easy going. Guess they had to be in a place like this.

“Good. I'll apply your discount right now then!”

Heartslabyul

Your favorite Heartslabyul members have invited you to join them. Another Unbirthday party was to be hosted and the stars aligned today for the whole deck to help with the baking. It felt nice to be with them. They were like a family in a way, being with them felt like home. Alongside baking, there was some cooking being done too.

“Geez you really do like your eggs, huh?” Cater asked the spade who stirred his chopsticks with precision. He is determined to make the perfect tornado omelet.

“Oh you have no idea.” Ace tsked. “Whenever we go out to a restaurant it's the only thing he orders.”

“Not true!” Deuce's interjection wasn't as strong as it usually is, much to focused on his creation. “Yeah only if they dont offer any.” Ace retorts.

“Grim, it is unsanitary to touch the batter,” Riddle breaks up the impending argument to chide the direbeast ‘helping’ him stir, “Trey how many egg yolks do I add?”

“Three. You sure got it Riddle?” Riddle pouts a bit. He knows he got a shell in the batter last time but he's trying! “I'll get it right this time, you can count on it.”

“Ooh, give the egg whites to Deuce if you aren't using them!” Deuce mutters a thank you to Cater as he finishes up his omelet. “Does anyone else want one?”

No’s resound across the kitchen aside from you and Grim which makes Deuce smile. “Alright, what kind do you want Yuu? I'm still unsure on what kind you prefer.” Deuce looks a little embarrassed at not knowing despite how long you've been friends.

Before anyone could tease Deuce, Trey asks the worst question he possibly could without knowing. “Actually how do you like your eggs in the morning, Yuu? I rarely see you eat breakfast in the cafeteria.”

You pause for a moment, the pan you were greasing slipping slightly. Then you chuckled. “That's very bold of you Trey, I never expected you of all people to say that… But judging by everyone else's reaction, I assume it doesn't mean anything here?”

“Oh? Does it mean something different where you from?” Riddle asks, looking over at you. “It does actually.” Cater looks up from his phone he was reading the recipe from, noticing your amused expression. “What else could possibly it mean though?” You hold in a laugh. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to bring it up but you can't help it.

“Is that so? I sure hope I didn't say anything offensive. What does it mean?” Poor Trey; he chuckles as he decorates one of the finished cakes not knowing the storm that's brewing.

“You essentially just propositioned me in front of everyone.” The whole kitchen is silent as they stare at you. Trey looks flustered and confused out of his mind as an abundance of frosting squirts out of the bag. “I… pardon?”

Ace speaks first “Huh?! How does that make sense?”

“Proposition? What does that mean?”

“Don't worry about it Grim.” says the diamond. “Still that seems far fetched, it's rude of you to mess with Trey like that you know!”

“I'm not lying! It's actually what it means!” Trey is adjusting his glasses now, embarrassment growing. Riddle looks horrified, trying to find his words. He's trying to rack his brain for a response before deciding to ask about it. His voice comes out a little hesitant and unsure. “Are eggs part of some sort of courtship in your world…?”

“Um… sort of..?” At your words Deuce pales. Ace takes this opportunity to be a little shit per usual. “Wow! Seems like you have a chance then, Deucy!”

“Oh shut it Ace! Wait, have I been propositioning you this whole time?!” His face is red and he's hiding in his hands. He has offered so many egg dishes over the years. Oh God he must have made you so uncomfortable— this isn't what an honor student would do!

“I still don't know what that means…” Grim grumbles.

“No no! Offering eggs is fine, it's just that particular phrase has very different connotations in my world.”

Ace is snickering at the whole situation, but especially at Deuce’s panic. He's also just as confused, however. Trey finally has the courage to speak. “Um, how exactly does that mean…” He trails off, defeated. “I'm sorry Yuu, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“You didn't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you too much…”

“Okay, but how exactly does that mean that?”

“Yeah I'm with Cater on this one…” Ace adds.

“Enlighten me.” Riddle puts his hands on his hips, morbid curiosity getting the better of him.

“So… When someone asks that they essentially mean to say they're gonna invite you to spend the night with them and cook you breakfast in the morning.” Trey looks even more embarrassed but so does Riddle.

“So it's a sleepover? That's it?” Grim asks just to be waived off by Cater again who vibrating with laughter.

“That's a pretty convoluted way of asking…” Deuce looks to the side, also a little flustered. “Yeah it makes no sense for me either, and I'm from that world, but that is what it means…”

“Wow so Trey really is bold!” Cater snickers as Ace joins in with a “I never knew you had it in you.”

“Enough with this vulgar talk!” Riddle commands, clearly demanding the conversation to be over.

“I am never gonna live this down aren't I?”

Leona Kingscholar

I am gonna nerd a lil abt aztec mythology rn and I'm not apologizing

Herbivore is what he called you. It was meant to be an insult but you never took offense. There is no other creature that fights harder than prey that is fighting for their life or backed into a corner. If anything it was a compliment. You've seen how hard they can fight.

Yet today Leona took the title further. “You are honestly like a little rabbit. All this confidence and attitude, yet harmless.” You raised a brow at him. “Thank you.”

Leona's eyes shift ever so slightly. “You're taking it as a compliment?” You tilt your head. “I assume rabbit in this world is synonymous with fragility here…? Odd. They're a symbol of warriors back in my world.”

“Is that so?” Leona speaks boredly, but he doesn't excuse himself or tell you to shut up. “Yeah, rabbits are these mighty warriors that are completely invincible. Children of one of the 5 sin gods too. Nothing can kill them. Centzon Tōtōchtin are no joke. Odd how they're considered weak here.”

You think for a moment. “But they are known to be constantly drunk all the time and play around, so I guess that could be an insult…” Leona just rubs his head. “Take it however you want…”

Kalim al-Asim

“Look at all the stars!” Kalim exclaims, pointing up at the sky. He lands his carpet along the sand dunes, eyes full of wonder. He then looks to you with bated breath, waiting for your reaction.

“It's beautiful…” You whisper, overlooking the patterns of stars decorating the night sky. It was straight out of a painting, vast and whimsical. Kalim was glowing at your happiness. “Aaah, I'm glad you like it! I was hoping you would!”

You lean back against the ground. Shooting stars dart across the sky along the twinkling lights in a beautiful display. Your eyes land on the moon, admiring how different it was from your own.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?” You freeze for a moment. “Haha, careful saying that to people from my world Kalim, not that you'll be running into anyone else from there anytime soon…”

Kalim looks over to you, brows slightly furrowed. “Eh? What do you mean?” You look back up the moon again. “Saying ‘the moon looks beautiful tonight’ where I’m from means I love you.” There's a moment of silence as Kalim ponders.

“Well then the moon looks beautiful tonight! I love all of my friends!” Kalim grins at you, fist pumped to his chest.

“It's not like that, Kalim. It's for romantic feelings. Funny, since coming here I've had a lot of experiences that would be considered flirtatious in my word…” You laugh a bit before a small frown appears on your features but Kalim snaps you out if it.

“So what you're saying is… it's a love confession?” His eyes are glimmering, the moon reflecting on them beautifully.

“You got it.”

“Then the moon looks beautiful tonight.”

Jamil Viper

So in TWST the languages aren't called the same thing in our world but I couldn't figure out the language of the Scalding Sands so I made one up. Can be a psuedo-prequel to my other fic Missing Yuu. It can be read here!

“Your Arabic is so similar yet so different than my world's version” Jamil pauses his mumbling and hums in question. “Arabic?”

“It's a language where I'm from. It sounds very similar to yours. Like I swear it could be some sort of dialect of it.”

“Scaldic, you mean?” You nod looking over at him from where you lay in his bed. “Is that what it's called? It's a pretty language.” Jamil messes with the stereo in his room, taking out an old CD and browsing for another he wanted to show you. “Maybe once you get more comfortable in this language, I can teach you a bit.”

“That would be lovely, thanks Jamil” As the sounds of shuffling continue from his search and you absentmindedly mess with your necklace before sitting up. “Wait! I know!”

Jamil perks and turns to you, watching as you start to take off your necklace. “Here put this on, you've shown me so much music from your world, let me show you some from mine!”

You offer the necklace over, shaking it a little for encouragement. Jamil takes it gently and examines the necklace. He lifts up his hair and slips it on, feeling a warmth on his chest from where the mirror lay.

You speak, and Jamil braces against the weird feeling of the necklace warping your glitched gibberish from your throat into his native language. “Can you hear me?” The words echoed in his head a bit. He took a moment to fully process them as they reverberated in his head.

He almost replies in his native tongue, but the amulet compels him to speak another language. Your language.“Yes, I can.” He replies, slurring a bit as he feels his words echo and warp. Strange… he knows what he's saying but he can't understand it.

“You have an accent, well that makes sense…” You chuckle a bit as he sits beside you, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation. “I never thought about how the enchantments on these worked. I assumed that it would be instant. Is this what it's like for you?”

“Crowley said it would probably be different for me cause I'm not from this world. See why I ask you to repeat things all the time? … thanks for not getting too annoyed with that by the way.”

You tap away on your phone for a moment. “Here we go, I got some songs in Arabic for you, look.” Jamil watches you press play and takes in the music. It was ethereal, so different yet so similar to his worlds. Uncanny yet compelling. Then the lyrics start and he furrows his brows.

“It really is like Scaldic.” he replies, closing his eyes. “Its like if I focus hard enough I can hear it in my own language, but I cant.”

“See what I mean?” Jamil nods. “I think I'm picking up some words though, but there's no guarantee the meaning is the same.”

“Yeah it's how I feel all the time here… its frustrating at times. Oddly enough there are some words that stay the same, mostly food for example. Like mahalabia or horchata for example.”

“Huh, odd how that works…” the music coursing through his body invigorates him. He can imagine all the potential ways to move to this.

“Yeah. And it's the same dish too— well sort of. It tastes so similar yet so different. I miss my world's food, but I'm slowly forgetting the taste of it. Its just vauge memory.” Jamil peers over to the saddened expression on your face. He never even considered that part of being from another world.

“... How about we listen to your music while cooking, then? I'm sure we can make something that tastes like home.” Your face brightens. “That sounds nice.”

Vil Schoenheit

“Thank you for putting up with my accent, it must be annoying to deal with.” You sip on the tea he offered you, trying your best to abide by the manners in this world. Vil merely looked at you.

“It's not annoying at all. Your accent is fine just the way it is.” He almost seemed disappointed by the insinuation.

“Ah… Sorry I just saw that Epel’s usually not allowed to use his accent around you, so I assumed I shouldn't either.” Vil sighs.

“That's different. You have already proven yourself strong and beautiful enough to be who you are. Epel on the other hand needs to learn to accept himself for who he is first before he can truly be the person he wants to be. He must prove to me he can love himself as he is. If I hated accents, I wouldn't have let Rook speak in his."

“Ah I see… Thank you.” It wasn't everyday that you get praise from the Vil Schoenheit. “Your speech has improved, though I may point out there are some words you may need to work on. Your accent may make it sound like you are talking about something else entirely. Hmm…”

You hold your breath as he thinks. “I want you to grow into the best spudling you can be, so how about you take voice lessons from me?” Vil seems to smirk at your surprised expression. “From you..?”

Vil nods. “Yes. This way you can grow more confident in your speech and vocabulary. That voice of yours is beautiful, it just needs to be tuned.” You look at your tea then to him. “I accept.”

[theostrophywife]

brother's bsf! mattheo who you've had a crush on for years.

but he's only ever seen you as theo's little sister (or so he says).

it doesn't matter that you and theo are only a year apart. your older brother is extremely protective of you and so are the rest of his friends — especially mattheo.

you grew up around the boys, which was a blessing and a curse in and of itself. on one hand, you grew super close to mattheo, but on the other hand, he's seen you through your awkward braces and pigtails phase.

lately though, brother's bsf! mattheo starts to notice you. really notice you.

suddenly, you didn't seem so little to him anymore.

but over the years, your infatuation with your brother's best friend calmed to attraction instead. you've come to accept that while mattheo would always be your first crush, that's all it would really ever amount to. a harmless little childhood crush.

thanks to theo, you hadn't gotten much of a chance to date when you were younger, but now that you were starting uni with the rest of the boys, you were determined to push those silly little feelings for mattheo away and start putting yourself out there.

granted, you had a lot to learn given your sheltered upbringing.

boys had taken a liking to you. why wouldn't they? you're pretty, you're smart, and you're the perfect combination of sweet and sassy, but you were also extremely naïve.

brother's bsf! mattheo had to protect you.

it was his responsibility.

theo trusted him to keep an eye on you. so he did.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo glares at any boy that dares to look at you.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo revs his motorcycle and comes in hot when he sees anyone talking to you, handing you the pink helmet he keeps on him at all times without a single word.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo gives you rides to your dorm and takes you out for ice cream after a particularly hard exam.

it's clear that mattheo has a soft spot for you. no matter how vehemently he denies it.

until the night that everything changed.

it was a chilly friday evening when you happily skipped out of your dorm building, eager to attend your first frat party.

the cute boy in your history class asked you to come with him and you immediately said yes despite not knowing what to expect. it seemed fun and exciting and a little bit dangerous.

as luck would have it, you ran into none other than mattheo on your way out. his sleek black motorcycle was parked on the curb, smoke wafting from his lips as he took a lazy drag of his cigarette. leaning against his bike, mattheo raised a brow as you strutted onto the sidewalk.

"where do you think you're going, nott?"

"to a party, matty."

"with who?"

"a friend."

mattheo narrows his eyes at you. "I know all your friends and they're busy tonight. so which friend is it?"

you sigh in frustration. "just a friend from class. god, you sound like theo right now."

"you're not going anywhere wearing that."

"what's wrong with my dress?"

you smoothed down the front of your red minidress self-consciously, shying away from mattheo's intense gaze. his chocolate brown eyes scanned your body, the heat of his stare dragging along your skin.

"for starters, that dress barely covers anything and knowing you, you'll be cold within the first few minutes."

"I'll be fine, mattheo. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

mattheo crosses his arms, huffing at your statement. "so you told theo where you're headed off to tonight?"

you shrugged. "what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him."

"yes, but he might hurt anyone stupid enough to ogle you in that dress. as will I. maybe I should tell him what his baby sister is up to. better yet, maybe I should come with you to this party, hm?"

"no please," you pleaded. "I just want one night where I'm not being treated like a little kid. can you give me that, matty? please?"

you flashed your best puppy dog eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't possibly resist when you asked so nicely.

mattheo considers it for a moment before sighing in defeat. "fine, princess. but text me when you get there and call me when you're home. don't even think about turning your location off or else I'll send a brigade after you."

"yes sir."

"good girl."

before brother's bsf! mattheo could think better of it, you kiss his cheek and promise to call him later that night.

brother's bsf! mattheo watches you strut away in your tight little dress with a soft smile on his face, fully knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger.

by the time you arrive at the party, it's in full swing. music is blaring, drinks are flowing, and the frat house is packed to the brim with people.

you send a quick text to mattheo to let him know you've arrived before spotting aiden.

clearly, your date was already a few drinks in. he greets you with a lingering hug before handing you a red cup. "cheers, y/n."

"cheers," you respond, clinking your cup against his and taking a generous swig. the liquor burns your throat and aiden chuckles as you try to hide your wincing.

still, it does the job.

you loosen up after a few sips. aiden introduces you to his friends and you smile politely, trying not to squirm out of his hold as he pulls you in by the waist.

it's fine, he's just keeping you close in such a packed crowd. he doesn't mean any harm by it.

at least that's what you told yourself.

until aiden tries to make a move on you in the middle of the dance floor. you already told him that you didn't want to dance, but he insisted.

you could smell the liquor on his breath as he grabbed your hips, moving them along to the rhythm of the song. you tried to put some distance between you, but aiden didn't seem deterred by it. in fact, his wandering hands slide down to your lower back until they're planted firmly on your ass. you attempted to pry them away, but he slurred "relax" into your ear before giving your ass a squeeze.

that was the tipping point for you.

with all your strength, you shoved aiden off while he cursed after you. the lights were blinding as you made your way through the crowd, fleeing to the bathroom.

you had brother's bsf! mattheo's number dialed before you even closed the door.

surprisingly, he picks up on the first ring.

"hi matty, are you — are you busy right now?"

"I'm with the boys. how'd the party go, princess?"

"um, I'm still here and I just really want to go home."

you hear shuffling on the other end. presumably mattheo finding somewhere more private to speak with you. "I thought your friend was your ride home?"

"well, aiden's drunk and he's been getting a little handsy the whole night so I don't really feel safe going home with him."

"what?" mattheo hisses. "you didn't tell me you were with a guy. I never would've let you go off alone with some random prick."

"please don't be mad, matty. I just wanted to have fun without worring about my brother hovering over my shoulder. don't tell theo, please. I'll — I'll figure it out. I'll find another ride."

"like hell you are! drop your location. the boys and I are coming."

"no, please. I don't want this to be a whole thing. if theo finds out, he'll never let me out of his sight again."

you could feel mattheo grappling with the situation. part of him wanted to tell his best mate, but all he truly cared about was getting to you as quickly as he could. after a few moments, he sighs. "fine, I won't tell your brother, but I'm still coming to get you. stay where you are, princess and don't hang up the phone. I'm on my way, okay?"

"you really don't have to —"

the argument dies in your throat when you hear the sound of mattheo's motorcycle starting up. he wasn't going to let you talk him out of this. mattheo was coming, whether you wanted him to or not.

"too late. be a good girl and stay on the line with me, sweetheart. I'm coming for you."

brother's bsf! mattheo pays no mind to the boys as they joke about him meeting up with a booty call.

the only thing that matters to him is getting to you.

brother's bsf! mattheo weaves through campus, revving and racing his motorcycle as fast as it can possibly go.

it's too noisy to talk while he rides, but he stays on the line anyways, listening through one earphone as you quietly hum to help calm yourself. mattheo smiles to himself. it's one of his favorite quirk of yours. half of the time, you don't even notice you're doing it. but he does. he notices everything about you.

mere minutes have passed since you first called him, but it feels like an eternity to mattheo when he finally pulls up to the decrepit frat house at the edge of campus.

mattheo parks his motorcycle on the curb, glaring at the prying eyes trained on him. it's not every day that the mattheo riddle, resident bad boy pulls up to a party looking like he's absolutely ready to kill someone with his bare hands.

he has half a mind to burst into the bloody house and pummel that stupid prick for daring to touch you, but the sight of you approaching stops him cold.

you look flustered and fearful, lower lip trembling as you spill out into the sidewalk. mattheo instantly sees red. he vows to make that motherfucker pay for this.

"where is he?"

"mattheo —"

"where. the. fuck. is. he?"

"probably somewhere inside drunk off his arse. I don't know and I don't care. can we please just go?"

despite his anger, you don't balk from him. in fact, you've got both hands pressed firmly against his chest to hold him back.

brother's bsf! mattheo grips your hips, your noses pressing together as he carefully inspects you. making sure you were alright is the only thing keeping him from committing violence.

"tell me where he is."

though mattheo's words are tinged with fury, his tone remains soft and sweet. his voice is nothing but a whisper because even at his angriest, mattheo would never raise his voice at you.

“give me a name, sweetheart. just give me his name."

"it's fine, matty. he's not worth the trouble."

“he left you alone, at a party where you don’t know anyone, got too drunk even though he knows he’s your ride home and got handsy with you even though you weren’t into it. give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck him up right now?”

“I can handle him later. can we please just go home? I'm tired and I just want to be in bed now.”

the cold air makes you shiver as you mentally curse yourself for picking such a skimpy outfit when hours ago you felt foolishly confident in your dress.

brother's bsf! mattheo softens when he sees you trembling. without a word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. the scent of amber and cinnamon envelopes you all at once, lulling you into a calmer state.

"okay, princess. let me take you home."

once mattheo secures the baby pink helmet over your head, he tells you to hang on tight before taking off.

you hug his midsection, resting your chin on his shoulder as mattheo drives slow through the sprawling campus. the streets are empty, but he drags out the ride, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

at the strike of midnight, the two of you finally reach your dorm.

although you insist that you're fine, brother's bsf! mattheo walks you all the way up to your door.

the fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you shift your weight form one foot to the other, suddenly feeling shy.

"thanks for picking me up, matty."

"of course, y/n. you know I'd do anything if you're the one asking."

you smile, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks. "I hope I didn't ruin your night."

mattheo shrugs. "not at all. before you called, I was watching berkshire stuff marshmallows down his throat while the boys cheered him on. trust me, you weren't interrupting anything important."

"still. I appreciate you coming to my rescue and not ratting me out to my brother."

mattheo smiles. "it's our little secret, princess."

the double meaning of the words causes tension between you and the pull that you've always felt towards mattheo feels stronger than ever, tugging you closer.

maybe tonight is the night that you finally feel brave enough to fall.

"goodnight, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo watches as you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek like you always do. except this time, you lean in for a proper kiss.

as soon as mattheo's lips touch yours, you feel your entire body erupt like fireworks. it's everything you imagined it to be and more. his lips are soft against yours, supple and inviting. the kiss takes him by surprise, but once he realizes what's happening, he groans into your mouth, the sound of it filled with need.

dazed and confused, you look up as mattheo pulls away, his big brown eyes scanning your face. "we shouldn't do this, princess."

despite his words, mattheo's hand rests itself on your hip, his thumb brushing gentle circles against your exposed skin. you gulp as he stares at you, your lips brushing, your bodies gravitating towards each other no matter how hard you try to fight the pull.

"is it because of my brother?"

"no," mattheo growls. "we shouldn't do this because I don't know if I'll be able to stop once we start."

"I don't want you to stop, mattheo."

as soon as the words leave your lips, mattheo is kissing you again, and this time, he isn't holding back. you cling onto his shirt as he kisses you hard, the force of it hitting you all at once. his fingers dig into your hips as you bend at the waist, desperately kissing back.

his head is reeling and his heart is pounding. mattheo is drowning in your taste, your touch, your smell. you're every drug rolled into one; seductive and sinful. he's addicted and he can't get enough.

brother's bsf! mattheo doesn't want to pull away. he wants to stay here and live in this moment forever, but he knows that if he does, he'll end up taking everything.

foreheads pressed together, mattheo leans in for one last kiss. this one is sweet and gentle, enough to satiate him for the moment.

"sleep tight, princess. I'll see you in the morning."

"see you in the morning, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo can't help but take one last look at you, a soft smile on his face when he sees your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips.

in that moment, he knows he's fucked. you're his best mate's little sister. he shouldn't have kissed you. he shouldn't feel this way for you. he should've stopped before it was too late, but you were both way past that now.

now that he's had you, he won't want anything else. it's you he'll always crave. it's you he'll always long for. and he doesn't give a fuck what it takes to get you.

brother's bsf! mattheo won't stop until you're his and his alone. *✧･ﾟ:*

[taylor-titmouse]

hey i want to talk about how you should be promoting your work as an erotic author/illustrator

i'm writing this up because the marketing aspect of my work as an erotic author/illustrator is a science to me, and also because i'm the guy who gets unreasonably annoyed when i see other creators not properly advertising their work. you presumably want to make money off your work. this post will be written under the assumption you want to make money off your work but are doing a bad job at it. it will be very confrontational. if you read this and feel attacked you're right and i am attacking you.

this is geared toward selling erotic comics/writing/books/art as products. i will probably write more than one post about this subject so if i didn't touch on something you want to know more about, comment/send me an ask and i'll keep it in mind for the next one.

i will start with my first and least specific but most important point:

DON'T GET FUCKING CUTE

hi are you paying attention. i'm gripping you by the sides of your face. do not get fucking cute with what you are trying to sell. you are not a big enough property to get cute, nobody LIKES it when big properties get cute, and you are selling porn. you have to own this. you have to be up front about this. don't be tongue in cheek, don't be all teehee i wonder what this could be~, don't be secretive. you are selling a product. you have to fucking act like it. you are an adult selling pornography to other adults. i am GRIPPING your HEAD you NEED to understand this.

and to be clear when i say 'cute' i mean coy. i don't mean cutesy, as in the aesthetic. you can be as hello kitty pastel ten emojis a post uwu as you like when you're building your audience and generating hype. but when you start trying to sell, don't be vague, don't be sarcastic, don't mislabel your work as a joke and assume everyone is on it. because they're not.

you must always assume 75% of the people seeing the thing you are advertising have no fucking idea who you are. and that includes a huge chunk of the people who already follow you. they do not know who you are or what you've been working on for two months or why they should care about it. they just got here. somebody just reposted it. they are seeing it for the first time. most people are only looking at social media for a tiny chunk of their day. they are not keeping up with you. you cannot get cute about what you are trying to sell because nobody knows what it is until you tell them.

okay are you still with me. we are going to talk about clarity now.

YOU GOTTA TELL ME WHAT IT IS

good lord the amount of times i have gone to buy somebody's comic or book and had no idea what's actually in it or what it's about. who are the characters? why should i care about them? what do they do in it? what is the premise of this thing you want me to spend $5 on? why would you not tell me? i'm shaking you again. please i have to know what i'm buying i only have so much money to spend on porn.

porn, arguably more than any other genre, relies on knowing exactly what is in it. you do not want to surprise your readers with a kink they were unaware of! and on the flip side, you do not want to miss out on your target audience! if your book contains a hot spider babe laying eggs in an elf, you have to say so. not just so people who don't want to read about eggs know it isn't for them, but so the people who are egg crazy can see that and go "oh fuck YES i love EGGS here is my $5 and an extra $2 tip for catering to me specifically". a contents/features list is as much an advertisement as it is a warning!

as for re: who the characters are and why should i care, i'm sorry but you need to learn how to write sales copy. you have to write blurbs. you have to get good at the shit that goes on the back of a book. we all hate it but we have to do it. i want to know who the characters are and what the context is. i, personally, am not interested in contemporary stories as much as fantasy and historical. please tell me what genre this porn exists in so i know if it aesthetically appeals to me. pull some books off your shelves and see how they do it. hell man go look at mine.

while you're there, note that every single book of mine has a sample of what's in it. this feels like such a no-brainer to me but again! the amount of times i have gone to buy somebody's work and they don't show me what their work looks like! you gotta give me the first page or two! just enough that i know if i like the way your writing sounds, or the way you draw your comics! i don't know you! i am not going to trust that you're good at what you do just based on a cover. the cover is to get me to this step, it is not the only step. you have to show me that you're worth spending my money on!

to put it less cynically, you want to catch my interest. you want me to go 'oh i want to see more of this', you want me to go 'ahh i want to know where this goes!' you need to get me invested and craving more. earn my $5!!!

YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT EASY TO GIVE YOU MONEY

hey go look at your bio right now. go look at your pinned post. do you have a link to your patreon there? do you have a link to your itchio/gumroad/whatever? do i have to click more than once to get to the places you want me to go to give you money? why? why are you making me click twice? have we learned nothing from every website making you click an extra time when they make some stupid UI update and how much it pisses us off? i have already given up, i have forgotten you, i am not giving you my $5 today. put your links in the easiest places to get to them.

god literally as i was writing this post i went to go find somebody's itchio to see how they described their work and it was not anywhere on their profile. grabbing you and shaking you PUT THE LINK WHERE I CAN FIND IT. don't make it hard! make it easy! i am a dickhead sitting on the toilet scrolling, saw your post, and was interested enough to read further. but you made me go to your bio to find your linktree and oops i have already gone back to my timeline to look at the boobies in the next post. stop wasting precious bio space on DNIs and put your fuckin links there!!!

this is more for the twitter people, but: just put the link in the damn post. just say the word commission. just say it's for patreon. "wuh wuh the algorithm" it is not the damn algorithm it's that everybody hates advertising and nobody wants to retweet ads. putting slashes in the words doesn't do anything and you look like a fool. i have posted so much art that says it's 'a commission for ___" and it did exactly as good as any other art despite having the word commission in it. and by doing the slashes you just made it impossible for anybody to search your account for your commission information (which should be at the VERY LEAST in a post under your pinned tweet if you're not actively posting about them being open).

okay that went on a tangent i'm going to back to the point of putting the link in the tweet. put it in the first post. not in the first reply. don't tell them to go to your bio. put it in the post people are actually going to share. it's fine to put more information in the thread but people are only ever going to share the first post. so put the link there. you have to make it easy. putting links in tweets can hurt you algorithmically, even in the replies. so you're better off having it in the post that actually gets seen and shared. i don't want to open the tweet and scroll to get to your sales page where i ASSUME you will have put all the information anyway. put it in the tweet that just got retweeted by itself onto my dash!

also you have to share it a ton of times. i repost my shit every few hours when i'm trying to push a new product. as i said before people are not 24/7 looking at their timelines. they missed it the first time. they missed it the second time. they didn't get paid yet that week but they were after the eighth time and you reminded them again so they finally bought it. that i will still get sales every time i repost a book ad weeks after release says there are always people who missed it, or who only just showed up.

abandon your pride and shill. shills pay their bills. anyone who gets annoyed about it isn't giving you money in the first place. don't worry about looking like a sell out. don't apologize for plugging your own work. post about it often, post about it in different ways. post about it. post about it. you are not going to make money if people don't know you have something to sell them. if you want to make a career out of it, you need to act like it.

I DON'T HAVE A FOURTH POINT

kisses your forehead. i'm sorry for yelling at you. i've been making and publishing and selling adult art for the past two-three years and have got myself to the point where it pays my rent, and i got there by paying attention to what does and does not work.

please do your best to make money. i want you to make money.

as i said above i plan to write more posts on this subject, such as cover design, how to actually write sales copy, and best practices with running a patreon, but if there's things you would want to hear more about leave a comment or send an ask! i will probably be less aggressive on future topics. these are just things that have grinded my gears for a grip.

[former-leftist-jew]

Of course I'm upset. I'm sick to death of Christians trying to take our shit and make it theirs, while giving us shit for not abandoning our shit for yours.

It's a Jewish movie, based on a Jewish story. Judaism exists just fine without Christianity, while Christianity can't exist without Judaism.

If you find meaning and fulfillment in a Jewish story it because Judaism preludes your Christianity: good for you. But stop trying to take our shit and make it yours.

Get your own shit.

Need this site to understand that "The Prince of Egypt" is BOTH a Jewish and Christian movie. Let no one rob it from the Jews, but us christians literally owe our faith to the same God who saw to and led the Exodus. The Ten Commandments are still in effect, Jesus did not abolish the law but fulfilled it, and to get to Jesus we needed Moses.