#anyway this is also a problem when i learned how to make notebooks

[arctic-hands]

God if I ever become a parent I'm going to have a hell of a time during school shopping, straddling the line between normal parent buying a giant box of Crayola crayons and as an artist who has prolly already has taught their kid to use oil pastels by the time of five or something

[zhongliologist]

Research Hazards | 30 Nights Series

Pairing: Alhaitham x afab!reader x Kaveh

Genre: SMUT

Content Warning: threesome, double penetration, blowjob, cunnilingus, anal, creampie, trapped

Words: 5.7k

A/N: Happy Holidays! This is my present to y'all who're still here lmao Anyways, this is part of a series that I barely started, so I won't promise I'll post regularly. Consider this an advance ksksksks Also please ignore genshin lore stuff in this fic, i took all the liberties i had so it's not accurate lmaooo

Tagging: @yostresswritinggirl i know you've been waiting for this lmaooo

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

There are three types of people in the world when faced with a life or death situation.

The first one tends to be a little too overdramatic.

“This can’t be the end! I have so many projects to do, so many masterpieces to make! Al-haitham, you take responsibility for this! If you didn’t insist that we take this route, we could have been out by now!”

The second prefers to be more logical; the problem solver.

“Don’t be so pathetic, Kaveh. How about you use that brain of yours to find a way out instead? Out of us three here, you’re the most knowledgeable with machinery. You should know at least one loophole.”

And the last one is what people would call an “opportunist”.

“Take your flirting somewhere else, you two. I’m in the cusp of an academic breakthrough. This room is like no other! Completely unique from all the ruins attributed to the god of time! So exciting!”

“We are not flirting!” “Your imagination knows no boundaries, YN.”

You shrugged, crouching near an impression on the wall. “Hm. Whatever you say.”

This unique arrangement, or whatever it was, simply formed out of necessity.

As students of the Akademiya, it was required to submit a final research paper before graduating—a cumulative opus of all the learnings and skills one has acquired through their time as a student. You never had any trouble in writing your own paper, but the subject you chose was a behemoth, a wide gap in the tree of knowledge that has yet to be studied thoroughly. Despite your brilliance however, you only had one brain and that was hardly enough to tackle the mystery of the god of time. Besides, you needed the expertise from the other Darshans to make full sense of any discovery, and they probably need your expertise as well—a win-win situation, in your honest opinion.

And that was how you ended up with Al-haitham and Kaveh—geniuses, yes, but probably the most insufferable pair in the entire Akademiya.

“Al-haitham, Kaveh,” you called out as you stood up from your position and walked towards the two with notebook in hand. Al-haitham was standing front of a wall, trying to decipher what was written, while Kaveh was busy studying the walls of the room.

“Have you figured it out?” Al-haitham asked, looking up. He was always the sensible one between the two, but only when it comes to intellectual pursuits.

“No, not yet, but I do need a sounding board,” you replied, standing beside him. “An alternative assessment, if you will.”

“Fine by me. We’ll listen to your ideas first before we share our own thoughts,” Kaveh said as he stood before the both of you.

“So our current predicament is that we’re trapped in this room, which was triggered when we stepped on that platform, causing the walls to cave in on us. If we want to get out, we have to at least understand what had trapped us and why.”

Both men nodded at you. Al-haitham glanced at you, his stare a little too long than normal.

“Makes sense. Go on.”

You cleared your throat to divert your attention to the subject at hand. “Well, here’s the thing. Previous research claim that these ruins are dedicated to the god of time, yet now that I’m here seeing it with my own two eyes, touching it with my two hands, I have to disagree. And I believe the both of you think the same way.”

Kaveh and Al-haitham exchanged glances, yet it was Kaveh who first spoke. “While it is important not to jump into conclusions right away, I do agree with YN. The architectural style, the motifs…they do look similar to Istaroth-attributed ruins yet not quite. The flower motifs on the wall could easily be mistaken as triquetras. If we reexamine previous papers and note our recent findings, a trove of new discoveries is possible.”

Nodding in agreement, you listened to what Kaveh had to say, until you were distracted by how his lips moved. Soft, pink and plump…would it feel as delectable as it appeared to be, you wondered. Wait. This is not what you should be thinking in this situation YN!

“We should be careful here,” Al-haitham interrupted your thoughts. “Refuting previously recognized research is already an endeavor in and of itself. While it is disappointing that these ruins are not related to the ruins of Dahri, we can get enough data here to write an additional paper, alongside our main research subject. With that said, figuring out who this place is for should be the first and foremost priority, for the paper and for our safety as well.”

“I’ve seen you look through the writings on the wall earlier. Did it leave any clues?” you asked, gazing up at him. For some reason you felt hot and uncomfortable all of the sudden. Perhaps it was just the jungle humidity finally getting to you.

“Ah yes. It was also the reason why I had to agree with your assessment. The writings sing of praises for the goddess of flowers, as well as of hopes and wishes for ‘new seed’ to sprout and ‘new buds’ to bloom. It was also in a language which emerged at the same time as scripts from King Deshret’s empire and from ancient Sumeru. If these were ruins attributed to the god of time, Khaenri'ahn script should have been used and there should be no mention of the goddess of flowers.”

“How interesting,” you exclaimed, trying to rid of unnecessary thoughts forming in your head. “What you both have noted all points to the goddess of flowers. I assumed the same case as well. Yet there are no records of buildings dedicated to the goddess, so what makes this one different? What does the writings on the wall allude to? What is this place for? Why are we trapped here?”

“Alright!” Kaveh exclaimed, making you yelp when he suddenly placed his hands on your shoulders. They were heavy and big. “Let’s take a break for a while. I, for one, would like to rest on a comfortable place.”

The ‘comfortable place’ Kaveh was referring to was of course, another invention of his. Both you and Al-haitham watched the blond unfurl his portable chaise lounge with jaded eyes, all too familiar with Kaveh’s tactic of showing off. If he wasn’t a master craftsman and architect, you would’ve deemed him a simple man.

“Of course, the both of you are free to take a seat. Don’t be shy now,” he smirked, and at that point you understood why Al-haitham was ceaselessly cruel to him.

“Al-haitham if you’re not going to punch him sooner or later, I will do it.”

The Haravatat scholar simply shrugged at you; indicating that you should get used to it. “If I were you, just humor him to keep the peace and quiet. The archons know we need some silence to think in this situation.”

“Fine,” you retorted back and marched towards Kaveh. In a huff, you ungracefully plopped yourself on the chaise, surprising even Kaveh himself.

“You’re…” sitting so close to me, was what he wanted to say yet it was suddenly so difficult to get the words out of his throat.

“What is it?” you asked, wondering why Kaveh covered half of his face with his hand all of a sudden.  

“No, I just…” he couldn’t say it. There was no way he could tell you that you smelled so sweet and delectable, enough to remind him of baklavas drizzled with honey. Drizzled with honey…he could lick it off of you—

“What’s gotten into you, Kaveh? You wouldn’t be thinking of anything inappropriate, would you?” you asked in the midst of a laughing fit. You just couldn’t help but giggle at the way his face morphed into an expression of horror.

“O-of course not! I…” he stammered but eventually composed himself. “Don’t you think it’s a bit warm in this room?”

“Well, there are no windows. It could also be the combined body heat of us three,” you shrugged. “I’m more concerned if we’re gonna run out of air before we can get out of here.”

“Oh, about that. There is a draft coming from the gaps on the walls, so there’s no chance of suffocation.”

“Well, at least we have that. But I do agree, it’s been warm for a while now, it’s making my skin stick to my clothes. I should at least remove one layer.”

“What…?”

Kaveh stared at you in panic, wide-eyed and flushed. He was already having inappropriate thoughts of you; your bare skin would do massive damage to his self-control.

“Wait…!” he reached out to you, hand on your arm. You gazed at him curiously, mulling over at the weird mood the both of you were in. If you were a little more honest, you could feel a haze creeping around you and Kaveh. You were just too scared to acknowledge it.

“Oh, come on! I’m just removing a jacket, no big deal!” You shrugged him off, finally getting rid of the stuffy outerwear required of students while on field, and went back to your place beside the blond man.

Kaveh had to train his eyes somewhere else to avoid looking at your shoulders and neck. Yet even if his eyes found purchase on a nearby rock, his imagination was betraying him with images of you flushed and ready underneath him, calling out his name in sweet and illicit whispers. There is no way he wouldn’t get hard right now. Get a hold of yourself, Kaveh!

Unbeknownst to the blond beside you, you weren’t in the best of shape either. It took all your mental prowess not to get overwhelmed by lewd thoughts—thoughts which involved the blond and the ash-haired scholar. All the intellectual talk from earlier had you weak and bothered, weirdly turned on from how Al-haitham discussed his thoughts while Kaveh shared his. For some reason, the desire to be pressed between both men was clawing at you. You wanted to feel their bodies against yours, touching and caressing all your sensitive spots until the three of you were one incoherent mess.

“What are you two even doing?”

The sound of Al-haitham’s stern voice brought you back down to Teyvat. You were thankful he was still sane, otherwise you might’ve not been able to come back. Kaveh, on the other hand, was still stubbornly looking at the distant wall.

“YN, scoot over,” Al-haitham ordered. He didn’t wait for you to move however, instead, you were forced to make room for him on the now crowded chaise, making you bump against Kaveh, who was definitely not pleased.

“You could at least wait, you know?” you remarked irately. “It’s already so hot and humid as it is…”

Removing his beret, Al-haitham kept his gaze on the wall in front of him much like Kaveh. “It’s not my fault this chaise lounge could barely fit three people.”

“Do you have a problem with it Al-haitham?” Kaveh interrupted, a lilt of frustration present in his voice which wasn’t there before. “You should be thankful you’re not sitting on the stone floor.”

In your position, the two of them looked rather silly bickering at the walls they were facing, as they avoided getting a glimpse of you and of each other. It wasn’t hard to guess that Al-haitham was feeling the same way both you and Kaveh did, and he was trying his best not to succumb to it.

“Did this room smelled particularly sweet when we went in?” you asked, interrupting the both of them.

“Hm? Oh no, I don’t think so. It was just like any other ruins we previously visited,” Kaveh replied, instinctively looking at you. That proved to be quite a mistake however, as his eyes began to ogle at your bare shoulders, neck and arms. The temptation to touch you was all too real and difficult to resist. Any time now, the tightly-wound thread holding his self-control would eventually snap.

“I’ve noticed it as well…the room does smell faintly of sweet flowers and padisarahs.” Al-haitham added as he glanced down at you, imagining all the things your mouth can do for him. Like slow-moving poison, illicit thoughts were invading his mind, pillaging all that is logical and reasonable until all he could think about is you. You being violated by him and Kaveh; you crying out their names as they fill both your holes; you laying on the chaise stuffed to the brim with their seed.

You watched Al-haitham as his mind wandered. You could tell he was losing his own battles, overcome by intrusive thoughts. If Al-haitham himself had succumbed to these thoughts, then forget about finding a way out. Your minds were too preoccupied to do any analysis at that point. The question now became clear to you—for how long are you three able to maintain self-control? If that wasn’t possible, what will happen to the three of you?

“A conclusion seemed to have crossed your mind, YN.”

It was Al-haitham, who had met your eyes directly. Peridot orbs on yours, you noticed the ferocity of his gaze, as if a fire was smoldering deep within him which he could barely contain. He was at his limit, and you were nearing yours too. You could only withstand so much mental battles, especially not against old leyline energy.

“This was a miscalculation in our part. Who would have thought we’d encounter something like this deep in the forest?” you replied, voice becoming low, body becoming pliant. “The flower motifs, the inscription on the wall, all the scattered decorations. It makes sense for this place to have that kind of purpose.”

“So what now?” Kaveh asked, leaning against the back rest of the chaise. “I don’t think I have the energy to resist whatever is happening.”

“Let’s just see where it goes,” you shrugged, allowing Al-haitham’s hands to cup your cheeks and Kaveh’s arms to wrap around your waist. “We are already too far gone.”

The next few moments were difficult for you to follow. After allowing your carnal urges to took hold of your actions, all you could remember was how everything felt so good.

The two men slowly ravished your body. You remember Al-haitham pressing his lips against yours, nibbling your lower lip until you allowed him to explore your mouth and play with your tongue. Kaveh, on the other hand, had monopoly over your body, lazily embracing your waist with one arm as he fondled your chest with his hand. He liked to bury his nose on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and leaving his marks all over your skin. Suffice to say, their ministrations left you bare and naked.

There were no words exchanged at that moment, just pure and unbridled lust.

You delighted at the sensation of having both men caressing you, making you feel good. In the haste of it all, the blond had you sitting on his lap, his hands cupping your breasts and rubbing your nipples, while Al-haitham’s lips travelled down from collarbones to your stomach; leaving nips and splotches of color in his wake. Your hands could only do so much; wrapped around Al-haitham’s shoulders as you accepted it all.

Kaveh couldn’t believe he finally had a taste of you—his deepest desires finally coming into fruition after years of longing. Although he had to share with Al-haitham, there was no other opportunity like this. He could finally touch you, caress you, tease you as he pleased. There were no eyes to stop him, no boorish ego to tell him he was being unprofessional for liking you as your senior. Maybe this was what he needed after all.

“…Kaveh…” you moaned, looking up to him for a kiss which he easily obliged. He went immediately for a French kiss, sliding his tongue against yours in a soft and needy kiss. Kaveh groaned into your lips as you pressed your butt against the tent in his pants, reminding him to remove his clothes as soon as possible.

Al-haitham watched the exchange with half-lidded eyes and lips ajar. It was turning him on in all the right ways. As a man of rationality, he had never thought he’d enjoy a voyeuristic view of you making out with another man, much less Kaveh. But the sight only made his dick harder, prompting him to bite hard on your inner thigh.

 “—!!”

“Come on now, YN. Don’t tell me you forgot about me,” he growled as he lapped on the bite mark he had just left on your skin. “Let’s hear you moan.”

With those words, the man completely ravished your thighs—leaving nips and bites but altogether avoiding the place where you needed him the most. You were trembling, keening in pleasure, mind numbed by the sensations both men had put you through. With hands tightly digging into Al-haitham’s hair, you collapsed against Kaveh’s chest as you begged the other for more.

Annoyed at the attention you gave to Al-haitham, Kaveh had his hand under your chin and turned your head to face him. Meeting his scarlet eyes, you melted under his gaze—once again joining lips in one sloppy kiss. He easily drowned out your moans with his tongue, delving deeper into your mouth until all you could feel were his soft plump lips.

Aware of how quiet you had been, Al-haitham pushed your legs up and dove right at your center; sucking your sensitive nub without any warning. Your body shook immediately, pulling away from Kaveh’s lips as you reveled at the way Al-haitham was lapping your juices which had been spilling out since earlier.

“…Al-haitham…! Wait—!”

All your pleading went to deaf ears as he continued eating you out, even to the point of inserting his tongue into your hole. It didn’t help when Kaveh suddenly pinched your nipples, flicking them until they were raw and sensitive. He was back on marking your shoulders and neck; his bites now more intense and feral. You could only grasp on thin air as both men drove you to your climax. Tears welled up on the sides of your eyes as the pleasure became so unbearable, with no choice but to take it all in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….! I’m…!”

As Al-haitham sucked hard on your clit; as Kaveh bit hard on your shoulder, you instantly fell to your climax—body shaking and trembling as the pain and pleasure mixed into something indescribably intense and rendering your mind completely blank. You screamed at the overwhelming stimulation, squirting juices into Al-haitham’s mouth which he gladly licked.

The two men gently laid you down on the chaise as they stood in front of you, breathless and horny with cocks painfully hard. Silently, they undressed as you watched—your eyes tracing the contours of their muscles and biceps, their beautiful skin riddled with beads of sweat and bodily fluids. Desire bubbles up from the pits of your stomach once again.

Finally, you saw a glimpse of their erect members, both glistening with pre-cum. Head overridden with lust, you almost salivate at the sight—Kaveh’s was pretty, pink and rather long and slightly girthy, while Al-haitham was thick and veiny; almost as muscular as his toned body. Both men smirked at how you were ogling at them.

“Seems like you want more, YN,” Kaveh remarked as he sat at the end of the chaise, spreading your legs apart. “Surely, we can give you more. Isn’t that right, Al-haitham?”

Normally, this would prompt more bickering from the two, yet they have different priorities right now, and they can set aside their differences for later.

Al-haitham scoffed, hands giving his cock a few pumps before placing it near your lips.

“How about we start with a blowjob? I’m sure you know how to do it, don’t you YN?” There was a mocking lilt to his tone that normally irritated you, yet at that situation, it turned you on for some fucking reason.

At first, you gave the head tentative licks, lapping at the beads of pre-cum spilling from the tip. You then began swirling your tongue around the head and sucking it. Eventually, you licked the underside of his cock, thoroughly covering his member with saliva and pre-cum which earned a deep growl from the man. Locking gazes with Al-haitham, you finally took him in, mouth stretching at his girth. If you weren’t drowning in lust, you would’ve complained at the pain, but at that point, all you could think about was how you were sucking his large cock while Kaveh was rubbing his on your drenched slit.

And speaking of Kaveh, he was busy pleasuring himself—pressing your thighs together around his dick which was brushing against your sensitive clit. If you hadn’t had Al-haitham’s cock in your mouth, you would’ve moaned every time Kaveh would rub on your sensitive bud; yet you could only roll your eyes to the back of your head; seeing stars on the process. It was a delightful distraction, and both men seemed to have made it somewhat of a contest of who could maintain your attention.

All of the sudden, Al-haitham shoved his dick into your throat, making you gag. Holding your head, he was effectively fucking your mouth, as you took it all in. It was painful, but fortunately Kaveh was there to distract you, pressing his thumb on your clit as he continued sliding his cock on your wet cunt. You could no longer tell which was which, allowing your body to feel everything.

“Fuck, YN….I’m going to come in your mouth…” Al-haitham muttered through gritted teeth.

“Wouldn’t you like that, YN?” Kaveh cooed, face flushed as he continued to fuck your thighs. “We’re gonna cover you with our cum…”

With a few strokes, Al-haitham stilled in your mouth and pumped his cum into your throat, while Kaveh spilled his seed on your stomach, almost reaching your breasts. Not able to swallow of Al-haitham’s essence, you allowed the mess to drip from your lips and down to your body. The image of you covered with their seed was enough to keep both men hard even outside the influence of the room. Even after coming once, it wasn’t enough. They had to have you.

Lifting your chin up, Kaveh captured your lips for the nth time, tasting Al-haitham on your tongue. The thought seemed to drive him crazy, as he probed deeper into your mouth, groaning, sucking your tongue and biting your lips. Lifting you up, Kaveh met eye to eye with Al-haitham, both seemingly agreeing on something.

Smirking as he devoured your lips, Kaveh had you on his lap again, his cock now lined up on your cunt. Without saying anything, the blond lowered you to his dick, grunting at the novel sensation of your walls wrapped around him. His lips kept any of your moans from escaping, as he allowed you to feel the shape of his cock in your pussy.

All you could think of at that moment was how good Kaveh filled you up. He was prodding you at the right places, his size making you stop to adjust to him before he can plow into your cunt. The way he was kissing you didn’t help either. The constant stimulation had made your body so sensitive that even a brush of Al-haitham’s hand on your neck or Kaveh’s low growls was enough to make your body spasm.

“…Kaveh…more…”

You begged for him to move, but the blond could only smirk at you as he laid the both of you flat on the chaise with you above him.

“Oh no, we’re not done here, YN. Al-haitham has to prepare you.”

With those words, you suddenly felt cold wet fingers prodding your other hole, prompting you to turn around. You were greeted by a grinning Al-haitham who pressed a few kisses on your back.

“We don’t have any lube right now, but I’ll make sure you’re ready for the both of us.”

As Al-haitham kneeled down, you could feel his tongue rimming your hole, licking and prodding until you were crying out at the strange sensations.

“Wait…no…! That’s…!”

“Relax, YN,” Kaveh assured you as he nipped on your ear. “It’ll feel good later on. Just let Al-haitham pleasure you.”

You could no longer tell how long Al-haitham took to make you feel good, but you could tell that your rigid body was gradually becoming pliant to his touch. Perhaps you already came several times, you weren’t sure as the pleasure seemed to have overlapped each other with no end in sight. By the time you noticed, he already had four digits pumping in and out of you as he lapped on your juices, while you moaned against Kaveh’s shoulders.

“Look how well you can take my fingers, YN,” Al-haitham whispered to your ear as he continued to pound his fingers into your ass. “You think you can take my cock now?”

“A-Al-haitham…please…I—!”

As the ash-haired man flicked a particular spot inside, you could only cling to Kaveh for support, yet the blond himself was also struggling, trying his best not to come even after your walls keep tightening around him.

“Al-haitham…” Kaveh grunted, beads of sweat falling from his temples. “Hurry up…I don’t think I can last much longer…”

Al-haitham clicked his tongue as he shoved his fingers deep into you, making both you and Kaveh groan. “So impatient…perhaps you both need a lesson or two.”

“Well, how about we switch places instead?” the older man asked, his irritation evident.

Yet the other man only smirked, “Maybe later then.”

Finally pulling out his fingers, Al-haitham coated his member with your essence, rubbing it against your hole until he lined it up. Noticing what he was about to do, Kaveh pulled your now swollen lips once more for a kiss, effectively distracting you.

Gradually, Al-haitham pushed his fat cock into your ass, stretching you out in proportions you had never considered before. Having both Al-haitham and Kaveh inside of you had your eyes rolling to the bank of your head, the intensity enough to make you faint. But you were intoxicated with whatever energy was in the room, so instead of actually fainting, you were flooded with pain that was so good that it had your body shaking uncontrollably.

“Breathe slowly, love. Take it easy,” Kaveh whispered sweetly to you, noticing your heavy breaths. He made carefully placed kisses on your jaw and down to the crook of your neck to soothe you. He knew Al-haitham would definitely abuse your hole, and he had to at least make sure that you’d come out sane after this. His ministrations seemed to have worked though, as you collapsed into his embrace, whimpering while taking in both cocks in you.

It didn’t take a while for both men to begin moving. The contrast of Al-haitham’s sharp and harsh thrusts to Kaveh’s slow but long-drawn pace left you an incoherent mess, no longer able to perceive everything that was happening to you. You felt as if you were one big bundle of nerves, drooling and screaming every time their cocks pushed against a particularly sweet spot in you.

Yet you were not the only one on the brink of losing their sanity. Both Al-haitham and Kaveh were acting on complete impulse and desire—with their hands on your waist, plunging into you as deep as they could, relentlessly chasing after their high. They wanted to fuck you over and over again and spill into you, marking you as theirs inside and out. Then rinse and repeat.

“Hey, can you feel it?” Al-haitham asked Kaveh in a breathy voice, grinning as he continued to pound into you.

“Feel what?”

“My dick—“

In one huff, Al-haitham shoved deep and hard into you, which made your walls contract around Kaveh’s.

“Oh fuck…!” The other groaned out, gripping your waist tight as he threw his head up. That was incredible, if he was being honest.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” the younger man smirked as he bent over your back and took a handful of your hair. “YN seemed to have liked it as well.”

“Shut up,” the other simply glared even though his face was completely flushed.

“You should learn from YN, Kaveh. At least, they’re being honest.”

Al-haitham only chuckled as he continued to drive into you, completely mesmerized at how you were clamping around him, how your hips would bounce every time he would thrust sharply, how you were moaning his name on Kaveh’s lips. In normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have imagined himself desiring you so intensely like this. Unlike Kaveh who obviously had a crush on you, you were more like a like-minded individual to Al-haitham; someone who he could match wavelengths with. He could spend the whole day everyday with you without worrying about anything, and he would feel rather lonely if you weren’t there. Was it different from what Kaveh was feeling about you? He thought it was, but now he wasn’t sure anymore.

Al-haitham felt you tighten around him once more, probably prompted by Kaveh playing with your chest. He could feel himself slowly climbing into his climax, his dick twitching inside of you.

“I can’t…no more…I’m…” you managed to croak out, voice hoarse and dry from all the screaming.

“It’s okay...” Kaveh cooed as he pressed a kiss on your forehead, “we’re cutting it close too…”

“Cum with us, YN,” Al-haitham encouraged.

This was the moment you waited for, feeling both their dicks plunging in and out of you. You reveled at how full you felt, at how you were drowning in so much pleasure that your mind just turned off on its own. This moment where you were all in the brink of your climax was something you chased after—it was the height of all anticipation, of all the build-up. Soon, it will spill over into waves of ecstasy; devouring the three of you whole.

With their erratic paces and their ragged breaths, both men ravished both your holes as they try to reach their peak. You yourself was feeling the brunt of their thrusts, with knuckles white from gripping tightly on Kaveh’s shoulders and eyes rolling to the back of your head. A single hard thrust from both men had you collapsing on your orgasm, walls tightening as your body shook intensely. Following after you, Kaveh painted your walls white, spilling his seed deep into you with a loud growl. Al-haitham finished last, pumping his cum into your ass until it spilt over your hole.

Losing strength, Al-haitham slumped beside you and Kaveh as he tried to catch his breath. You could’ve passed out at the moment, if only the both of them weren’t still hard and ready to go. You yourself weren’t as satisfied as you ought to be, now beginning to miss their deep and sharp thrusts.

“Seems like we’ll have to satisfy this place before it would let us stop,” Al-haitham remarked, pulling out from you with his cum spilling out.

Helping you sit up, Kaveh also pulled out from you, groaning in the process. He wouldn’t want to admit it but he was as eager as you started; evident from how hard he still was despite coming twice.

“You can still take more, can’t you YN?”

“We’ll help you, so don’t worry about anything.”

Climbing back on the chaise, Kaveh pulled you to his lap while Al-haitham captured your lips with a grunt escaping his mouth. That all led you to Kaveh pounding your ass this time while Al-haitham shoved his cock into your pussy—your juices mixing and staining your skin. Imprisoned in the room, the three of you had no perception of time, thus it felt like you were fucking for eternity with no chance of calming down.

The three of you tried every position possible in order to satiate the brewing desire ever-present in the pits of your stomachs. One time you were riding Kaveh while you had Al-haitham on your mouth. Another time you were held by Al-haitham, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fucked your sore cunt raw, while Kaveh was pressed behind you, cock plunging deep in your ass. Both your two holes were full of their cum, spilling out on your thighs and legs.

At that point, the three of you were unbothered where this was going. If this was where you meet your end, you could just imagine Al-haitham’s look of disappointment and disgust. That was hilarious in and of itself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. You just wanted to have them both by your side, filling you with their seed over and over again.

By the time you came to notice, you had already awoken yourself from sleep. Both men were lying close, bodies splayed over you as if you three had passed out from fucking too much.

But there, on the periphery of your vision, you saw a door, which wasn’t there before. You rubbed your eyes to check if you weren’t imagining things, but fortunately enough, you weren’t. It was there.

“Kaveh! Al-haitham! Wake up!” you exclaimed, pinching their noses to wake them up.

“Wha…? What happened…?” Kaveh asked, groaning at how heavy both you and Al-haitham were.

“Could you tone it down please?” the younger man scolded, still planning to go back to resting.

But as you were about to move, all the activity you did came crashing on you.

“Oww my fucking back!”

EPILOGUE

“And so, that is the conclusion of our research on Ruin No. 255b. While our paper is far from conclusive, we would like to take another look at it for more study.”

Al-haitham ended your presentation with a resounding applause from the panel of sages. They were more or less satisfied, saying how the three of you always produced great research which definitely warranted high honors upon graduation.

“But still, I’m curious,” the sage from the Amurta Darshan began. “This section here…on how leyline energy affects an individual’s libido. It’s so incredibly detailed that I have to ask how you were able to get this data.”

You smiled nervously, as you exchanged looks with the two men. “Well, we just had a few volunteers…”

[specialagentlokitty]

MHA x reader - nightmare

Hi can you do more bnha where Izuku sees the Reader (who's a hero and a teacher to UA) and ask about her quirk. Problem is, Reader hates her quirk (it can be any quirk that is considered villainous) as it had cause her parent's deaths and hates talking about it. But Izuku is the sweetest student she has (she could be an animal teacher who teaches how to rescue animals whenever there's a major disaster.) and she can't help but talk to him and he starts rambling off about how her quirk can help people not realizing that she starts to feel better about her quirk. - Anon💜

Walking through the hallways of UA you kept your eyes fixated forward as students jumped out of your way, doing anything to avoid being near you.

They were all rushing out of their classes to go to lunch, and you were heading to your own classroom to get away from the students and their prying eyes.

Pushing the door open, you made your way inside, pushing your hood down as you walked over to your desk, sitting down and kicking your feet up as you opened your lunch.

Hearing a timid knock on your door, you turned your head in that direction, watching as it was opened, timid green eyes locked with your black ones.

“Midoriya, it’s lunch you shouldn’t be here.”

“I.. I know… I had a question…” he mumbled.

You gave a nod of your head, gesturing for him to come in and you took your feet from the desk, kicking a chair over for him to sit down which he took.

He sat down, hugging his notebook to his chest.

“What do you want to ask?”

“I wanted to ask about your quirk….”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit which made him shuffle back in his chair, and you turned back to your lunch.

“Why?”

“Well, I know about Mr Aizawa’s, and everybody’s in my class, but I didn’t know much about you… I know you’ve never done any interviews about your quirk despite how many times the media has asked you.”

You held your spare hand out, waiting for him to give you the notebook.

Taking it from him you placed it on the desk, flicking through the pages, glancing over his notes and he laughed nervously.

“I know it may seem really weird but I’m eager to know everything about everybody’s quirks!”

“It’s a good thing, learning about as many quirks as you can now will help you in the future, you’ll be able to match similar quirks to ones you know.”

“Oh wow really? I never thought about that.”

You set your lunch down, taking the notebook and you turned to the student.

“I assume you spend a lot of time studying others, so the next time you’re facing another class focus on the quirks that resemble ones you’ve studied, you’ll notice a lot of them will fall into the same sub class.”

You carried flicking through the pages until you finally reached the page about you.

Just like the others there was a quick sketch of your hero costume, and the page title was your hero name, but that was it, there wasn’t anything else on the page.

There was just a bunch of question marks and you set the notebook next to you out of his way.

“I haven’t really figured anything out about your quirk, I tried. There’s speculation about what it’s actually called, as it was never confirmed there’s load of theories going around.” He explained.

You hummed a little bit.

“They also say that you chose your hero name based on what people would call you.”

“What do you think?”

“Well I do think Nightmare is a usual hero name, but I think it’s really cool!” He grinned.

You let out a small laugh.

“It’s true that my hero name is what people used to call me when I was growing up, my whole life that’s all I’ve been referred as. A nightmare.”

You pushed yourself up, pulling your hood back up, gesturing for him to follow you and he did, letting you lead him down the schools halls.

Some students watched in curiosity as the student followed you.

“My quirk is called Nightmare as well, so I suppose it’s fitting that I used that as my hero name given how everybody called me that anyways, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

Leading him to the cafeteria, you made him pick up his lunch, and you made your way back to your classroom.

He sat at one of the desks so he could eat while writing down in his notebook, and you went back to eating your own lunch.

“How does your quirk work?”

You sighed.

“I don’t like talking about it.”

“Oh I’m really sorry Miss Nightmare! I didn’t mean to push!” He panicked.

You gazed at him with black eyes.

He’d heard people couldn’t meet your gaze, because when they did it was like looking into an abyss, you get lost in them and that’s how your quirk works.

You have never activated it on them though, and he wasn’t so sure how true that was.

“What I’m about to tell you an never leave this room, do you understand? There’s a select few who know about my quirk and how it works. All Might seems to trust you, and I trust him.”

“Of course! You have my word!”

He grinned from ear to ear and you sighed.

“Let me start by saying that all those rumours you’ve heard about my quirk aren’t real. It doesn’t work the way people think it does. My quirk is called Nightmare, but I don’t cause nightmares.”

“You don’t?”

You shook your head.

“My quirk lets me see what people’s biggest fear is, it’s like a label above your head, I can’t help this, I just see it. Now, don’t get me wrong, your biggest fear isn’t what you think it is, it’s a subconscious fear, something you don’t even think about.”

“What’s mine?”

“I can’t tell you, if I tell you that means my quirk is in effect. Generally if I tell somebody their fear they’ll become hyper focused on it, and it’ll drive them insane.”

He nodded his head.

“My quirk allows me to take other fears however, and bring them into reality, no matter what it is, I can shape all your fears, your nightmares into physical forms, only you can see them, nobody else, and for the most part it’ll leave you unable to move, you’ll be to scared to try and fight.”

“That’s why no villains have ever attacked you, right?”

“Correct.”

Walking over to your chalkboard, you grabbed the chalk and began to explain everything to him, drawing a few diagrams.

You turned to look at Midoriya.

“I turn my victims world into a living nightmare in which they’rere trapped until I release them from my quirk. However I can’t keep them under the affect for more than five minutes.”

“What happens after that?”

“Do you know how fear works? What it does to your body?”

He shook his head, and you began to explain how fear affects the body, and what it does to the body.

“Eventually your heart will give out, you’ll die.”

His eyes shot open.

“This is why I’m the last to the scene, so I can subdue the villains without harming them.”

You erased all the writing off the board, setting the chalk back down.

Taking your chair you walked over to him, setting in down in front of his desk, and you took his notebook to see if he was writing anything down.

Much to your surprise he hadn’t been writing a single thing down.

“This is why I’m regarded as a villain, even though I help people. Because of how dangerous my quirk is, I need to remain in full control otherwise the consequences could be disastrous.”

You sighed a little bit.

“I can also take your fears and nightmares, but like all quirks there’s a drawback.”

“Oh?”

You pushed your hood down, and the boy could see how tired you look, as if you hadn’t slept for years.

“In studying peoples fear, taking them and manipulating them, they also become part of me, meaning I’m stuck with all the fears I have ever seen. Which means I can’t sleep. I sleep a few hours week at most.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound healthy.”

You let out a small laugh, leaning back in your chair.

“Each quirk has a downfall Midoriya, you should know this as well.”

He frowned a little bit.

“A lot of people say you hate your quirk…” he said quietly.

You nodded your head.

“They’re correct, I don’t. I hate my quirk, it’s monstrous, which is why I wanted to use it to be a hero. That doesn’t mean I like it though.”

“Your quirk is amazing! You can do so much with it to help people though! You can take peoples fears away! And you can stop villains before they hurt anybody!”

He carried on rambling about how amazing your quirk was, and how you could help people giving you a list longer then you ever thought.

You never realised there was so many uses for your quirk, and after being called a villain and a monster for so long you had began to believe it.

But listening to your student rambling in amazement about your quirk all you could do was smile as you listened.

While he was pacing back and forth listening everything you were writing his notebook, closing it just before the bell went.

“Oh! I’m going to be late!”

“Notebook.”

You held it out to him, and he beamed brightly as he ran out of the classroom.

With a little smile you went back to your desk to finish eating your lunch, a newfound sense of wonder for your quirk installed in you.

He was going to make a great hero and that you were sure of, you just wondered if you’d be able to see your students grow.

Your door was opened again, and Hizashi walked in with a grin, holding up a cup and a bottle, Aizawa walking with him.

“You two have class.”

“You need sleep.”

Hizashi walked over, setting them both in front of you, and he grinned a little.

“Aizawa is gonna make sure your quirk stays dormant!”

You smiled at them both, taking your medication and downing the cup of coffee.

Tossing your jacket in the ground you laid your head on it, resting your arms over your eyes.

“What’s the medication for anyways man? You’ve never said.” The loud hero huffed.

“Fatal insomnia, a genetic byproduct of my quirk.”

[puckpocketed]

5/08/2023 - Berkly Catton captains Team Canada to gold at the Hlinka Gretzky Cup, leading the tournament with 8 goals and 2 assists in 10 games || 19/01/2024 Meet the Future - Berkly Catton named Team White's captain for the CHL/NHL Top Prospects Game || 5/07/2024 - Berkly Catton signs his ELC with the Seattle Kraken

Introduction, quotes/transcripts/bits and pieces under the cut!

I can't even begin to describe how jazzed I am that Berkly Catton got drafted to a team I already love. I wrote in my Sharks off-season roundup that I was hoping against hope Catton would drop to 14th overall (back before we had moved up to 11th) and the Sharks would snap him up, as unlikely as it was that they'd try to gather more firepower when we sorely needed defensive prospects. I'm so glad I got my wish one way or another <3

Krakenblr you will LOVE this dude. He's such a star. Such a character. Berkly Catton is so, SO fun to watch. You have no idea!!! I followed him in the months leading up to the draft because there was buzz that he might be available lower down because of the Height Issue (he is, tragically, 5'11 <- which makes him undraftable unfortch) + concerns with how his game will translate to the NHL level. He is an electrifying playmaker. He's so creative, throws in so many fakes, WILL break ankles, very good hands... ough <3 everything I personally love to see in a forward all rolled into one neat little package !!!

There's the suggestion that he's been "over-scouted," which really just means they've all been watching him so long they're probably overthinking things and looking for stuff to critique. I'm inclined to believe this take over the other one because I'm an optimist and he was one of my little guys going into the draft! I won't include more of that here, but there's plenty of material out there if you'd like to look for it.

Below are some of my favourite bits and pieces from media he's appeared in <3

“I don’t like to give it away (pause) but I look at guys before games,” Catton revealed. “What’s weird is going from midget to junior hockey is a big jump. Last year I was learning. This year I wanted to add stuff. My pregame stuff and to look at guys doing draws and seeing what works. That’s pre-scouting on my end. If a guy has a certain move, and you can trump it early, it gets in his head a little bit. That helped quite a bit.”

“I think I sometimes have a problem with passing the puck too much. I love seeing my teammates score and setting up for an open net. It’s one of my favourite things in hockey, if not my favourite,” Catton admitted. “That’s something I can work on. When I get a chance put it home kind of thing. I got better this year at it’s still something I’d like to improve. Honestly, I’m a pass first mentality guy I would say.”

- Berkly Catton’s video scouting has improved his overall game

You know, when I first read and saved this article I was like; this prospect who reviews VIDEO is gonna haunt me. That's my weakness btw, I'm freak4freak. If you tell me a hockey player is also deeply infatuated with the game to the point of reviewing tape in their free time that's IT for me. it's JOEVER. i have a type and i know it <3 also wowie a pass-first guy who gets really really happy when his teammates score??? crying. crying. Berkly Catton . tucking uou gently away <3 forever <3

From A Day in the Life: Berkly Catton & Conner Roulette

Fave movie is The Notebook (<- unrelated there's a . really funny comment on this video from a philly fan lamenting that Catton likes the Notebook - I assume because that's some uhhh how do the kids call it,, femme soyboy shit? lmao anyway stay LOSING toxic masculinity !!!)

The boys call him 'Berk' <3

He talks about Jack Hughes being a big influence on him (in other media, he gives Hughes as a player comp!) and going to hang out and work with the Hughes family in Michigan. I sense a thread of admiration here like it's such a sweet little crush LOL <3 I hope he notices you Berkly !!

he gives the player of the match hat to a coach/trainer (one of the two) it's lovely... ouhhh... good little fella so polite and so conscious of staff being the foundation of his success... mwah!!

From Berkly Catton Talks Hockey Sense, His Start In Hockey & More | Game Tape With Tony

His father and grandfather built him a rink in his backyard, very sweet.

1OA in the WHL draft!

Anime main character levels of training-arc... my guy shot thousands of pucks over the summer in his backyard and then came back suddenly able to score goals. <- this is where the DIY goalie made of wood and blocker pads comes in. lol. lmao. are u even real.

sorry. sorry. OLEN ZELLWEGER MENTION. <- one of my personal favourite little guys (undersized puck moving defensemen my BELOVED) "Kind of a funny story [...] I pretty much had a breakaway, when he just turned backwards and played it as a 1-on-1 somehow, and I was like 'wow, this guy's the real deal', so." I really liked how Catton easily recalled a specific person/moment when asked who challenged him the most in the WHL; I think it speaks to a thoughtfulness about the game - it would've been easy to just give a vague Oh Everyone Is Good answer here and I like that he didn't!

There's a section where he talks about how he got so good at stick lifting, such an interesting perspective I never considered - he played in situations and against people where he couldn't just throw his body around to win, so he had to learn to get the puck in other ways. KEVIN KORCHINSKI MENTION <- another one of my little guys <3

mentions his dad being a big influence on his 'patience'. parents are so funny to me. ur watching your sons juniors matches? and Ohhhhh Chris Catton was a hockey player too . it all makes sense. Berkly Catton product of jockdad like so many before him <3

I do love that throughout this interview, Catton defers to his linemates a lot. Always hyping them up and talking about how he owes his success to them. it could be construed as false humility, given Catton was the highest scoring draft-eligible in the league - but he really does go out of his way to emphasise how highly he regards them and how much of their on-ice success is owed to good chemistry built up over the entire season. It strikes me as genuine!! He's a good boy <3

Revealed he can solve a rubix cube at the end... wow... he just liek me fr...

PLEASE watch this on-ice interview where he's chatting after a game and then gets ABSOLUTELY WASTED by 5 water bottles and all the boys. he is clearly so so so beloved in that locker room waaaahhh <3

Anyway this isn't an exhaustive list but it IS a lot of the reasons why I really liked him pre-draft. welcome to the deep Berkly <3

[fandomgoesahhhhhhhhh]

TIME FOR A SECOND SMG4 OC INTRODUCED!! Meet LSMG2 Aka Cole! I don’t have him before Lawsuit Arc, but we all know it’s just a re-color of Luigi. Anyways Lore time!(gasp)

Trigger Warning:BLOOD AND DEATH

Arc One/After Lawsuit Arc

This is Cole, another Luigi’s SMG and Lucia’s Guardian partner. Unlike the other three, he’s more serious and prefer not to be in some trouble every other day. Lucia and Cole have a sibling figure bond and Cole acts like a big brother to her. After Lawsuit Arc, he stays away from any chaotic stuff and tries to relax himself after basically dying and such. Though, not everything will go the way he wants with the whole ‘It’s Gonna Be Perfect’ thing with the castle being taken down by SMG4’s mistake.

He was PISSED at SMG4, blaming him for everything that happened and the destroyed castle, but he stopped himself from yelling and slapping him on the face. Despite his serious and sarcastic tone, he did helped Mario or ‘Marty’ with the Pizza Place along with Lucia and also accept Lucia of being a trans female. He finally started to feel in peace and relaxation after working and finally have the new castle rebuild..BEFORE he was dragged and join the crew to the Wild West.

After Western Movie, Cole, again, getting pissed at Meggy for dragging them into a traumatized situation, and this time, he yelled at Meggy for being so reckless and so stupid and ended up having a fist fight with her til Lucia and Tari break it up and Cole just stays at the Mario Brothers’ house. During the new castle times, Cole wanted to plane a way to kill Mario and stop this chaotic world he’s in.

Arc Two/WOTFI ‘23 and Aftermath

Art, SMG-K(mentioned), and Shared Idea by @echostarsys

During his planning, he was having trouble of HOW to kill Mario…or at least get a reasonable closer to him without giving away. He soon see how SMG4 and SMG3 fight about SMG3’s notebook and noticed Mario being all questionable lately. Cole mark his chance and get closer to Mario, asking him what’s been going on. After getting Mario to speak, Cole learned that he’s playing to get Smg3’s notebook and steal the pizza recipe. At first, Cole actually thought Mario was insane when he heard it was Marty’s idea, but once Cole got to actually see Marty(after the pizza work) and surprise to hear him talk..he plans to get close to Mario by Marty and then stabs him in the back once the plan is done. Though, he knew it’s risky for anyone to know, so he hide behind a red cloak and tricked Mario into thinking it’s a stranger that wanna helped Marty and Mario with the plan.

During WOTFI, Four, Three, Lucia, and SMG-K went to the casino to get the notebook back, but K got split up from the other SMGs while being chased by Chris and Swag. During that time, K went through the casino and see Marty alone with a strange red cloak figure. K couldn’t do anything, before Cole pull out a gun and shoot K in one of her arms, before he rush and use his dagger to cut part of her left ear off. Cole was manage to injured her tail and slice her face, making her half blind with two hits of his dagger.

Before he could finish her, K use her cat claws to attack him which really fucked his face up, giving him the same scars and losing one of his eyesight and such. Fortunately, Cole turns away from her face to cover his face and not reveal himself and barely escaped with his life. Once he escaped and left the casino, he could barely feel his face and had to bandage his face up by himself. By the time that he’s finish bandaged himself, Mario and Marty were in jail and Three got his notebook back. He went to check on the three SMGs, but not see K anywhere..he didn’t care anyways, that was the least of his problems.

For the few days, he stayed away from the crew..he couldn’t let anyone find out about what happen..course, this worries Lucia, but Cole just bush it off, saying that he just have a small cold and just need time alone. Once the scars are healed enough, Cole came back to hang out with the group and tries to plan another way to kill Mario, but the other problem was that no one will stop asking him what happened and how he got the scars, Especially SMG4 and Lucia, which he always avoid and act like it’s personal to him. It took a while for him to get used to being half blinded, but after a while, he got used to it and learned how to still fight and all with being half-blind. After sometime, he begin to tries to plan again to kill Mario..but he had no idea…yes, he knew the world was gonna die, but if that means he can be in peace for once..so be it.

It wasn’t until after The PuzzleVision Movie that he remember Marty existed. He hate Mr Puzzles, but he got to admit..he glad he was there to remind him of WOTFI ‘23. Whenever he’s not with the group, he would visit Marty in prison and plans revenge against Mario for leaving him in prison. Course, Cole didn’t had money to bail him out…so as anyone would, he grabbed his old red cloak and break into prison with his gun and dagger to break Marty out of prison. Soon they both plan a revenge on Mario and kill Mario for good.

Arc 3/Betrayal Arc

After a long time of working and planning, they finally made a cult that makes poison spaghetti sauce. Cole was FINALLY gonna have Mario killed…but there was a problem…he knew Mario been poison a lot…he knew he need a plan…a MURDER plan…so he pretend to be a cop and told someone that a terrorist escape and purposely send Mario to the cult with a spaghetti poster to trick everyone.

Once he got to the cult, he acts normal and rush in to see Karen tackled Mario down and acts like he heard chaos nearby and ask what’s up. When Karen found out about the poison, Cole was dragged by SMG4 to Karen’s house where they see K with the kids and..with Marty..which kinda shocked Four, because he haven’t seen K since WOTFI. Before he could do anything, K and Cole make eye contact for a hot second..before K realized..HE was the cloak figure from WOTFI. When SMG4 realized of them having similar scars..he looks shock and surprise, before Cole grabs his dagger, but Mario quickly kick Cole to the ground.

Cole would just laugh and explain that it’s all part of his plan to end Mario and finally have some peace, even if it means killing his avatar’s brother. However, The crew defeated them and Marty and Cole escaped and that when Cole changed his outfit. His next plan was to try to get Lucia to his side and get more information of Karen and K, so he breaks into the castle and breaks into Lucia’s room when everyone is sleeping…only to have a gunpoint at him by Lucia.

Four told Lucia about everything…how much he was a traitor…how much he planned to kill Mario. Cole tries to explain his actions to just to ‘have some peace’, but Lucia didn’t want to hear it. She TRUSTED him..like a brother she had…to only wanted to kill the only avatar that could kill the universe by just dying. She just yells at him..saying that she trusted him and loved him like a big brother she ever had..but now she hate him and just…couldn’t let him do his killing.

With a moment of hesitation, Cole grabs the gun and twisted Lucia’s arm, before he slam her to the ground. “I’m sorry….but you’re in my way…..” that line…that single line…made a difference…before a shot to a head happened..he tried to get her to listen…he tried to reason with her…but nothing will be enough for him, will it?….After the final blow, Cole flee the castle, before anyone walked into the room and see his former sister’s bloody body.

FINALLY!! This took me whole day! I really hope you enjoy this lore and thanks for @echostarsys for the collaboration and shared idea with Cole and their upcoming OC, SMG-K. If you have any questions, please be free to ask. Have a good day

If you don’t remember Lucia, this is Lucia.

[sleeplesssmoll]

Vertin during part 2 of Green Lake.

I love her dynamic with Jessica! When she's with Jessica, you can see both her playful side and her parental side.

Vertin calls Jessica before her exams to check up on her. She is relieved when Jessica isn't anxious. Vertin seems more anxious than Jessica, who picks up on this and asks her about it. It's precious.

Vertin kept Sonetto's notebook from their school days. She used Sonetto's notebook to help her study and stay out of the guardhouse. She lets Jessica borrow them. It appears after the break away event they punished Vertin with the guardhouse treatment for not doing well on her homework or exams. Before the break away event it was only used for “correcting behavior” (according to what we see anyway). This makes Vertin’s later punishments feel like targeted attempts to harass her since her arcanum is weak and she was not a good student.

Vertin is constantly negotiating with the Foundation to make Jessica more comfortable and to give her leniency. The instructor goes as far as calling it “special treatment”.

Vertin stopped the Foundation from using “fasting” and “grounding” as punishments (flashbacks to guardhouse).

Vertin asks about how things are going/doing for Jessica in every call. Priorities. The Foundation isn't allowed to bully her little bambi! I think Vertin is scared they're going to hurt Jessica the way they hurt her as a child. She's very on top of things when it comes to her crew.

Also, we see her hide her face a lot. She's always done that when she feels negative emotions throughout main story but here she does it whenever she "fails". As in, she failed to give Jessica the best life she could. She does the hat tilt when Jessica expresses unhappiness, longing, or loneliness. Vertin takes her feelings more seriously than she does her own smh. I think my HC of Vertin going out of her way for her crew as a provider has more strength behind it after playing this event. Side note, imagine if a crew member snapped at her for some reason and decided to leave the Suitcase? From what I've seen during this event, it would hurt her a lot.

Vertin visits Jessica while she's at the Foundation dealing with Horrorpedia. No one knows she's done this because the speaker doesn't announce her visit. Could this qualify as more of Vertin being stealthy? That or she told the security guards to get bent because she is the Timekeeper. First one sounds more likely but the second one gives me joy.

The school complains to Vertin about Jessica's behavior. Vertin tries to find out the cause of the misbehavior and creates a solution instead of berating her. A very gentle Suitcase Dad. Finding ways to redirect a child's energy in productive ways is a skill. She might have learned this specific one from Tooth Fairy, who also does this for Jessica. Make promises within your power. Find solutions to problems by tackling the source.

Talking to Jessica makes her nostalgic so she does have a few good memories of the Foundation.

She compliments the tiara Jessica made. She accepts Jessica's gift even though she never takes off her hat lol. She does say she’ll wear it though and so far she's kept her promises to Jess. Maybe we'll see her wearing it one day? Just her, Jessica, and Jessica's Critter friends doing a photoshoot with Blonney lol.

Vertin gives Jessica a room in the Suitcase right next to Jennifer's. She gets it.

She is the King of the Living Dead! She plays along with Jess's idea to scare Blonney and Horrorpedia. They aren't scared, but Blonney puts on an act for her little “monster”. They're all so cute!

I may not be around to reply as much, but I do read your responses! If you have HCs or observations you want to share, pls do ☺️

[2soul2]

Not an extra

Summary:After being paired with the quiet girl Y/N from class 1A for a project is Bakugo able to see what really is going on in her life.

TW: mention of unstable home life, swearing

“And for the ‘psychology of a villain’ project I want Bakugo and Y/N.”

This sentence hit hard, for the entire class. But especially for Bakugo.

The quiet girl paired with the big loud mean boy.

Bakugo opened his mouth to say something against it but Aizawa stopped him.

“No changes, as hero’s you’ll have to work with a lot of difficult people, I want you to learn.”

With that said the teacher ignored all other questions and took his daily 2PM nap. The students meanwhile had to sit with their partner and do research.

“Oi! You even listening extra?”

Bakugo looks at the girl that has been staring into nothing for now about five minutes, the five minutes he had been talking.

“Hello?”

The angry teenage boy claps his hands in front of her face wich startles her.

“Seriously?! You’re having the attention span of a six year old!”

Y/N just looks at him wich makes him sigh.

“Now listen closely, you’re gonna do the writing because I don’t want to do that boring shitty part. And I’m gonna do the research, so I tell you what to write.”

She just nods.

“Took you long enough to understand..”

The rest of the session went by without talking, he researched and shoved the article to her and she wrote.

As the bell rings both of them tried to leave as fast as possible, Y/N was a bit quicker though, probably because she forgot her notebook.

Bakugo sighs, he could just leave it. But there are all the notes in there she took from the research and she probably still needs to write them over.

“I swear to god this extra better be still in school…”

And of course she wasn’t in school. And of course he knew her address, she lives right next to him.

Bakugo could just leave the notebook in school, but he knows that things often go missing when they’re once forgotten.

So off he goes, one train ride and a five minutes walk later he can see his and Y/N’s house…and..Y/N? Getting pushed out and..screamed at?

“Come back when you have something useful with you! Stupid girl!”

Bakugo knows that angry female voice, Miss Y/L/N.

He and his family rarely see her leaving the house, they rarely sees her anyway, though he never pays any attention to it.

The student boy was just watching, it’s not his problem…is that a stone?! Now it’s his.

“Ugly brat-“

“Oi.”

The angry woman and Y/N look at him with confusion.

“Leave her, you’ve let your anger out now go, no need to hurt her.”

The girl looks at him with a confused but also thankful look.

“And who are you?! It’s not for you to decide how I raise my child!..Ugh! Forget it! Don’t come home till tomorrow Y/N!”

And with that her mother gets back inside and slams the door shut.

…

“Dang, that woman is a walking migraine..”

Y/N just looks at him.

“What’re you looking at?”

He throws the notebook at her and she catches it.

“You forgot that, don’t be so stupid and do it again.”

She just nods.

“So, your mom kicked ya out? Happens often?”

The girl looks away.

“Where you staying at?”

The girl just shrugs.

Bakugo sighs.

“Come on, ya staying at my place I guess…”

Y/N looks up.

“What?”

Now Bakugo looks up.

“Huh..ya can talk. Thought you were mute.”

She blushes, it’s embarrassing.

“Dang no need to get red, extra. Ya can sleep on the couch. I’ll just say that you’re here for the project.”

She looks at him.

“Thank you..”

“Eh? What was that? Ah forget it, you’re even quiet when you talk…”

Now Y/N looks confused…he was nice and now mean..

“Now come on! It’s cold!”

And just like that, she walks with him into his house..

He told his mom the lie and Y/N finally understood where Bakugo got that personality from..though his mom is a sweetie to her.

Now they’re sitting in his room, Y/N is eating some dinner Miss Bakugo made her with the sentence “Finally someone with manners in this house, copy that katsuki!” And Bakugo just let out a groan.

“So..”

She looks up.

“Your mom isn’t the nicest..”

…

“I know..”

Bakugo looks at her.

“Does she like..hit you?”

Y/N stays quiet.

“Ya don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to..”

She nods and looks away.

“She’s…a real pain in the ass…”

As she said that Bakugo starts laughing wich makes Y/N confused once again.

“Sorry, You just don’t look like a person that swears.”

Now Y/N needs to laugh herself.

Both went quiet again.

“You know…I actually told you to do the writing in the project because…I think that your handwriting looks better..”

“Really?”

“But don’t tell that to anyone or else I’ll kill you! Understood!”

Y/N just nods.

“Thanks..Bakugo…”

“Eh, call me Katsuki..”

“You..sure?”

“Yea..you aren’t really an extra anymore, you’re kind alright.”

She smiles.

“And if this weird ass mom of yours bothers you again come to me, i’m gonna show her what a real brat does.”

Both of them got an A on that project.

Masterlist

Heya! Hope you liked this ff! I wrote it spontaneous but y’all wanted Bakugo so here he is!

Requests are open

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting my friend’s name wrong for several months?

let me explain. i (17M) transfered to another high school last april. most of the kids here avoid me because of… reasons, but i’ve managed to make a few friends here in between my totally legal extracirriculars and getting harassed by faculty. one of these friends (15F) is actually a popular gymnast in the year below me, who i’ll call k. we’ve become pretty good friends over the past few months. i support her gymnastic pursuits and in return she teaches me how to do sick backflips. i picked out glasses for her dad. we went into the soul world together. yknow, normal stuff.

the problem is that i recently learned that i’ve been calling “k” the wrong name basically since we met. i assumed that her name was k after seeing it on one of her notebooks, but the notebook actually belonged to her dead twin sister. “k” (or rather, s) and her idenitity are apparently “common knowledge”, but because s never corrected me and everyone else usually calls her by her her last name, i only found out when our mutual acquaintance/ the-guy-who-tried-to-kill-me-but-I-still-hang-out-with (18M) told me. to be fair, s also started to genuinely believe that she was her dead sister due to some wacky hijinks by our school counsellor– please don’t ask– so i don’t think this is totally on me.

anyways, s is fine now (she remembered that she isn’t her sister and has stopped trying to battle us with spirit pokemon over it). she says that it’s okay that i didn’t know her name and even apologised for going along with it, but i still feel pretty bad. like, it’s pretty shitty to not know your friend’s name. 18M thinks i’m an absolute moron (which he always does) and has been making fun of me non stop since, but my cat (???M) told me that i couldn’t have known so there’s no point worrying about it. i also kind of have to focus on saving the world from my afformentioned councillor so s isn’t really a priority right now. Still, i feel shitty about the whole thing so, AITA? and if so, what should i do to make it up to s?

edit: please don’t worry about the guy who tried to kill me! i know it sounds alarming but consider <3 he’s a funny little man. my friends have said there is something wrong with me for this and i *would* go see a therapist or something but the last time i did that he became a god who’s currently imprisoning humanity. what can you do.

edit again: my cat can talk yeah. he says to stop posting our intel on reddit but in his language that means he says hi.

[bettsfic]

Oh yes! I think you would love the main protagonists and their connection. I'm feral about this movie, I just watched the day before yesterday, and I'm so anxious to have time off so I can draw fanart of the thing because it's soooo good.

Now, I love horror, so I have seen so much horror in my life that I can tell you this is one of those movies in the genre that are different. Our protagonist is Sam (short for Samira) and she has a cat named Frodo (I'm sorry but that was genius in so many ways, I can't tell you why because spoilers but they really make it made sense, there is truly a connection there). Frodo the cat is a character as well, I have never seen a movie before that has an animal that has indeed some weight into the movie (at least not one that is not like Marley and Me or those kind of movies).

Anyway, sorry, back to Sam. The first thing you know when the movie starts is that she has cancer. A woman who has cancer in a movie that develops into an apocalyptic world is really interesting. The movie explored this in detail, and I loved every second.

She is tired, she is angry, she is brave, and at the same time, you can tell she is scared af. She has some problems trying to connect with people because she thinks there is no point in it anymore, and probably because she thinks they are sorry for her and therefore their interest is not genuine.

She used to be a writer. She wrote a book about poems. She doesn't have the drive to write anymore, but she carries a notebook, whatever she goes, and I love her so much, Betty. I can't even explain the whole of it.

So next, we get to know the ML. Name is Eric, she is from England and went to NY to study to be a lawyer. He is how you write Eddie on your Stranger Things fics. I went even more feral at this point, I was chewing my fist. They were perfect together.

They connect. They make wonderful things for each other.

THEY EXCHANGE CLOTHES!!!!

OLDER WOMAN, YOUNGER MAN!!!

I don't wanna say more about it so you can enjoy it for the first time yourself, if you want to watch it. (But if you want to know more, just say so, I would be happy to talk about it for hours!)

I would say something I just learned yesterday before I go. Eric has anxiety in the movie. He has panic and anxiety attacks during the movie. What they removed is that he was trying to kill himself when the whole alien/monster ordinal began, and then, he met Sam. They erase this part from the movie, I guess because of time, because I could tell anyway while watching that Eric was maybe suecidal or that al least he was neurodivergent (again, I would love to elaborate but spoilers).

Hope you have the chance to watch it, I would love to know your thoughts if you do so. Also, you can scream at me about it if you enjoy it as much as I did.

So basically, this is a movie about two really lonely people that connect and gain perspective about life and themselves while trying to survive the beginning of an apocalypse. It felt very transformative. It was perfect.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Also, sorry for any weird grammar sentences. I hope I manage to come across all my ideas, English is not my first language.

I forgot to tell you, they are not trying to escape the apocalypse for 3rd parts of the movie. They are just trying to get pizza. SAM STOPS TO SMELL BOOKS AT A BOOK STORE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN APOCALYPSE!! HELP! SAD BOY FOLLOWING OLDER WOMAN LIKE A PUPPY!! There is so much going on, and I can tell this is not a horror per se. I just adore them so much. Sorry, I just needed to add these.

okay you have Compelled me. i will walk to the ends of the earth for any "sad boy following older woman like a puppy" narrative.

this is one of the few movies i don't want to see alone so i'll have to see if my roommate would want to go with me sometime this week. if i see it i'll let you know my thoughts!

[kidchaoss]

Tuesday, September 3 2024- 00:40

started adding the date because I like reading old entries and it's confusing because I don't know when they're from

anyway

school starts in 10 days. I don't wish that, obviously. I don't like school anymore. to be fair, I never did. I like learning but the learning method of school is just too overwhelming, too generic.

I received my school schedule and it's shit. also, a new student is joining my class which is the worst because he already failed the grade so he's repeating it. yay, more stupid people.

I promised myself that I would ace this school year. every time I start thinking about that more I wonder if I'm lying to myself. I can't possibly go through this school year with no problem.

I already know who's gonna sit next to me on classes. it's alphabetical order so I'm always going to seat next to that one girl who's not seated to her best friend because of me. and I'm always in the middle. she's annoying. I could say that I pretty much like when the teachers change our seats.

I've got too much on my mind that I'd like to write. on this moment I'd like to write about me thinking that I have adhd, my friends, my possible crush on a girl that I barely met but I know lots of things about because of my mother, the fact that I over share too much... etc... glad I listed it

but I still want to talk about school. last school year I kinda learned how to study and honestly, it's very chaotic. I stay hours studying for a test because I get focused on that. it needs to be a quiet place at the right temperature, no food or I'll get distracted, my headphones with brian eno's music and taking notes on a random notebook. that's the only way it works. my mother always says that for me to keep my studying balanced I should do it everyday. and I agree but how can I if I can't focus? it's too much distractions around me. too much freedom.

yes. that's the word. freedom. I got my phone next to me so I get distracted with it but if I don't have my phone I can't possibly listen to music because I don't know how to make the damn cassette work. and then I can always go downstairs and just watch tv because the door is unlocked and no one could make me focus. it's too much freedom. I have the freedom to let myself walk around the house doing anything but study. I have the freedom of going to my phone and just stay with that.

then I got the pressure. from my classmates, I mean. and from my family but I'll talk about that in a few moments. imagine this: the teacher is handing the tests and I get a grade lower than 90, my usual. once, I got a 71, my lowest grade if I recall it correctly. I started crying. for a lot of my classmates, a 71 on physics&chemistry is a miracle, the best thing ever. not for me. so I started crying as I already said and pretty much everyone was judging me, except, ofc, my half a dozen of real friends. "If I was her I would be happy"; " what is she even crying about, that's a great grade for me". exactly. for them. I gotta admit..my grades fell a little that time. but they got better. then we have my parents. when I told them about the grade they didn't get mad. my mother laughed. she said "you'll have to deal with that. next time study more. I told you already. study everyday". my parents always say "you got us used to these high grades. it's really a disappointment to know that your grades are getting lower". I get so frustrated with those words...

I was going to write something more about this but I forgot... oh well...

if you read until the end thank you very much for listening to my thoughts.

stay tuned

[starlit-clouds]

Headcanons about the ADA members’ love languages!

(Note: while some of these could be interpreted to apply to romantic partners, I mostly hc them as ways they show they care platonically to other members in the ADA)

Members included: Ranpo, Yosano, Kunikida, Dazai, Kenji, Atsushi, Kyouka, Fukuzawa,

Ranpo:

I’ll start with the obvious one:

Ranpo will give snacks and candy to people he cares about

It’s mostly only when someone is upset and he needs a way to cheer them up

Someone will be crying and he’ll just walk up to them, shove a piece of candy or a (single) chip into their hands. Repeat until they stop crying. This tactic works by people being touched by the action or just so confused they stop. Either way, Ranpo will count it as a success

However,

Another less obvious one is how he’ll use ‘Super Deduction’ sometimes

He’ll only do it for people he really cares about

Like one time Yosano’s butterfly clip was stolen, and he hunted the person who stole it to the ends of the Earths

Yosano got her clip back and the guy who stole it was never heard from again

But one time he also just told her which store would have the best deal on clothings that day

After that, Yosano started trying to abuse the fact he would use ‘Super Deduction’ for her, so anyways that’s the reason why he’s so reluctant to do it now except for big things

(Yosano ruined it for everyone else who would want to abuse the privilege as well lol)

Yosano

While, yes, she mostly brings people along for clothes shopping so they can carry the bags, she will also sometimes do it because she cares

She’ll point out clothes that the person may like and may (occasionally) buy them for that person

It could work by just buying the items for that person as a gift, but it’s also about spending time with that person and getting feedback about the choices, learning what they like

She’ll give gift cards and stuff, but she will then insist with going with them to go shopping

Ranpo has a lot of clothes he has only ever worn once (at the store to see if they would fit and then never again. They just sit in his closest)

But it was mostly just the experience of shopping together, so Yosano counted it as bonding

(And they did bond)

She’s helped most of the ADA members pick out their outfits. Even if she doesn’t quite approve with most of their fashion preferences, she knows they like them so she tolerates some of the more questionable choices

Kunikida

He’ll make schedules for people

If someone is ever overwhelmed with all the stuff they have to do, Kunikida will list it all out in manageable steps for them in a checklist

He used to be a teacher (*cough* private tutor *cough cough*) so he has a lot of patience (for everyone but Dazai).

If someone is freaking out about something that’s almost due, he’ll sit them down and patiently talk them through it and help them finish it

Dazai abused this fact one too many times so now Kunikida refuses to help him with anything, because he will end up just doing it all

He won’t ever fully do paperwork for someone all by himself, but he’s always willing to help (as long as the other person will actually do something)

Dazai

As much as Dazai loves causing problems on purpose, he actually has a way he shows that he cares

Except it’s not really showing that he cares, because no one ever knows that it’s him

He’ll solve problems before they can get too big or before they’re even noticed

He’ll cause small problems for the agency like chucking Kunikida’s notebook out the window or pressing all the buttons in the elevator so it has to go to every single floor in between before it reaches its final destination, but if there’s something that’s threatening the agency, it shall be dealt with swiftly and silently

Many disasters have been avoided because of this

(It mostly involves killing the person responsible, but that’s why he doesn’t tell the agency)

(Also because he refuses to let other people know that he cares)

Kenji

He likes trying to solve problems for others

In very unconventional ways

Someone once said they were thirsty, so he left, and returned an hour later with a cow

After the immediate chaos that followed with Kenji somehow getting a cow inside, the person got their milk and the cow was returned to its original owner safely

Someone was once sad so he brought a horse, because horses always cheer him up!

The person was cheered up

The horse got many many treats before they managed to get it back out of the building

Someone was once hungry because they didn’t get to eat breakfast, so Kenji brought some chickens for eggs

The eggs were very delicious. There was enough for everyone. No one actually complained about this incident

There are so many moments where Kenji is solving problems like this, and all the ADA members are actually very touched that he goes through all of the effort for them, so they just let him bring animals inside

(Though sometimes Kunikida doesn’t always approve. Especially when Kenji is bring cows into the building)

Atsushi

He grew up in an orphanage, so he didn’t really get access to many things that were just for enjoyment

I headcanon that working at the ADA actually pays VERY well, just because of the sheer amount of cases they solve on a daily basis. Also they arrest a lot of criminals (also on a weekly basis), so they’re probably getting some money from that as well

So when Atsushi suddenly gets his first paycheck, sees all the money he now has, having no idea how to spend it all, he’ll just buy a lot of gifts for other members

It’s mostly things that don’t really have a purpose, and are just there to enjoy

In the WAN, he bought Dazai flowers as thanks (which no matter how much people say they are good for decorations, they die in a couple weeks and effectively have no use)

I headcanon him as doing gestures like that very often for a lot of other people he cares about

He’ll buy stuffed animals and things for Kyouka and Kenji

He buys way more notebooks than Kunikida could ever use in a lifetime for him

He ends up getting a lot of snacks for Ranpo

Yosano will mention off hand some sort of jewelry or something she had seen, and he’ll get it

He just still feels so grateful to all of the agency members, so he’ll do things for everyone

Kyouka:

She’ll copy other people’s gestures

If Atsushi gets her a stuffed animal, she’ll get him the same one but maybe in like a different color or something (and sometimes just the exact same version)

Ranpo will give her a snack and she’ll give him the same brand and type of snack back

(Ranpo abuses this fact to get the same amount of candy/snacks he has given back, but still increases the amount of bonding they have done. Net gain)

Kunikida once gave her a schedule so she gave him a schedule as well. It ended up matching exactly with his schedule he had made for the day already, but he was still touched by the gesture

She helped Dazai hide a body once for one of his ‘problem solving’ sprees. I will not elaborate anymore

Fukuzawa

He’s like a cat

Even just hanging out in the same room is bonding

It’s all about the Slow Blink™

Just spending time with his members

It may sometimes look like he’s bringing someone somewhere, but it’s the other way around

Ranpo will make Fukuzawa bring him to the restaurant. It’s not really forcing him to do anything because they are Bonding™!

He’ll go shopping with Yosano sometimes. He doesn’t ever buy anything, but they are still Bonding™!

He once had all of the ADA members volunteer at an animal shelter together. They were all Bonding™ together! (He hung out with the cats the entire time and the rest of the members joined him at one point or another)

He cares about all of his members and has had a one on one Bonding™ event with each one of them at some point

(Sorry for not including Tanizaki. I know exactly zero things about his character, so I wasn’t really sure how to do headcanons for him)

Feel free to add your own ideas/headcanons! I’d love to see what other people headcanon about these characters!

[intensemoonz]

Okay starting with a quote that I think is very 2 of Cups - 

“The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another” - James Baldwin

Didn’t technically draw - rather as my baby was rifling through my things as she loves to do it fell out of my old tarot notebook. Which means I have been drawing from a deck without this card in it for at least 18 months I think! Wild. Felt like a good way to welcome it back into the deck would be to spend a moment using it to reflect on December. For a few years before parenthood I got really into making huge resolutions/goal tracking things and doing quite intensive reflections at minimum every month related to how I was going with them. And there is no longer time fore that, but I do like to think about it still and try and fit some of it back into my life now that I am one year into the parenting thing and staring to have more time to myself. 

I like how this card is a minor arcana mirror of The Lovers. It makes me feel like its not just about one relationship in my life, but how lots of my one on one relationships are going. But also that’s such an illusion, not to be a reformed poly nerd or whatever but none of my relationships are singular. None of my friendships are either, they are so interconnected. Anyway its still nice to think about reaching out, continuing to love my friends and really foster a sense of connection going into the new year. Gotta keep sending those texts, even when I am tired or just feeling a bit down and left behind. Always be reaching out. Where’s that amazing quote I saw about this - 

“If you're the person in your friend group who initiates conversations 90-100% of the time, it can feel tempting sometimes to just stop contacting people to see if they will reach out, and therefore if they actually like you or if you are inflicting yourself on them. The problem with this is there are multiple flaws that can't be overcome in this type of test, including the fact that if you always reach out and suddenly don't, people will assume you're busy rather than that you want them to reach out, or just the fact that some people genuinely enjoy your company but hate or are terrible at remembering to reach out. So basically don't immediately assume that silence always equals disinterest or disdain; that's your own hangups talking, not the people you care about”.  - From this reblog, sorry that I don’t have time to quote the original poster rn I love you happy new years

[kerizaret]

OK SO for context. i have a loft bed (functionally it’s like a bunk bed except Taller and bigger and it’s only the top bunk so i can have my desk/setup underneath it) and it looks so cool and i love it but as a result making the bed is a huge pain. so i usually Dont. but our landlord is coming over today and im due to wash some sheets anyways so today is the day

a bigger reason this has been a problem is because i have like 20 plushies on my bed at all times (not even counting my 4’ tall peep plush, he just doesnt fit up there) so ive had to toss em all down on the floor before i even begin to deal with the blankets and pillows

so in the process of tossing everyone down ive discovered both a pillow and a blanket tucked into the corners of my bed that i didnt even think existed???? like i have no memory of where they cane from or how they got there?????? they just kind of appeared????? so i have another pillow and blanket now. i guess. which is really funny and i probably shouldnt question it but i am anyway

here’s my pile of plushies as well if u were curious. they all have names and i love them dearly

That was me i left them there for your enjoyment hope you like my gift /silly /j [but honestly that's???? So random but so cool???? Free comfort!!!]

ALSO I GET UOU SO MUCH THOUGH WITH THE TIDYING UP I slept on a bunk bed for several years as well, both on top and on the bottom, and had the experience of making both and IT IS A CHALLENGE. Especially because I ALS9 HAVE TONS OF PLUSHIES

Speaking of which I LOVE YOURSSS THEYRE SO CUTE I love that you keep to a certain colour palette /silly but they fit you a lot! I'd love to learn their names someday too :3 naming your plushies is the besstttt

A friend of mine got me a teacher's register (for student names and grades) for my nameday as a kid and I wrote down all my plushies' names there and pretended to give them grades 😭😭 also had special notebooks for drawing them and signing them to nor forget which is which (which is.. easy when you have like 50 at least....)

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello, it's been a while again. This is two part if you still remember me :') I just open tumblr for the first time this year and what I found? My fantasy with Ace made into 3 parts!? By my favorite author (a.k.a you) !? God I love every single words of it! Thank you so much for this, I love youuuuuu. This is the best start of the year for me lol.

Anyways, it's been a while so I want to ask how you are doing. Has you settled in your new place? How's life for you? I've been pretty busy with all of the projects and family stuff has been making me depressed recently. I'm fine, now, but the problems are still there for me solve, so I'll probably off for a while again. Buuuutttt, before that, Imma shower you some ideas I thought of while hiding in my cave throughout winter.

I really appreciate that you allow me to make requests that means a lots to me. Though, as I always say, I'm sharing these for fun, so you don't want to write them you don't have.

1. Lemme know if you do !Professor as in university professor and !student reader. I wanna ask just in case.

2. !Businessman Sabo x !Noble!fem Reader. Sabo has to work from empty hands to his rich status. When he was still poor, he worked as a music teacher for the nobles. Sabo always hated the nobles who spend their lives wasting moneys. That is until he was hired to teach reader, who is a noble's daughter, to play the piano. Reader likes him a lots. Sabo learns from reader that not all nobles are rotten, and starts to fall for her. However, he denied his feelings since he hated nobles and ended up part way with her after she mastered the piano. Then, about two years later, Sabo earns the status of a wealthy businessman that can level with a nobleman. He usually thinks of reader and fantasize about their love. One time, at a ball, reader found him and talked to him about her crush on him two years ago. Sabo got worked up but also found out she doesn't like him anymore and regret not confessing two years ago. Sabo then starts his journey to flirt with reader until she falls for him again. Ending is for you to decide. To sum up this is a tsundere/mean Sabo that gradually turns into a lovesick Sabo.

3. Ace's clumsy first time relationship with a deaf reader. Both Ace and reader are university students of the same school. Ace notices reader as a cute girl on the first day in class, then found out she is deaf later on that day. He notices all of her little actions and hobbies. Like how nice her hand writing is when she communicates with others, or how her eyes sparkle when she can use sign language with someone, or how she keep all of the notes her friends gave her in a small notebook. He also subconciously help her whenever he can. Like clearing some awkward moments or notice her of sounds she couldn't hear. Then, one day, he gave her a small note with his confession and she said yes. They became a couple. Ace started to notice more of her habits. She doesn't like it when someone sneak on her, so whenever he is near her, he tries to let her know of his presence as soon as possible. She still tries to have normal conversations and greetings, like a welcome back, or a good morning. She teaches him sign language, and she tells him that it's the warmest thing ever to know that he wants to learn it for her. Just fluffh stuff ig.

Aight, that's it for now. I'll try to be more active again since tumblr makes me happy, but I'm not sure, so see you again (hopefully soon). Happy New Year, I hope 2024 will treat you well.

these are now all answered. Also, just to state it again, yes, I do professor x student, so long as both party’s are adults. I mean, professors are typically college, but I just want to double state it. Teacher x student, professor x student, boss x employee, so long as it’s consensual adults!

[stargazer-sims]

out of all of your creative processes -- even things you don't consider part of-- what part is the most tedious? the one that makes you go 😫?

This is an interesting question, and I'm going to put the answer under a cut due to there being some potentially triggering things in it.

First off, I'm not sure any part of my creative process frustrates or upsets me that much, to be honest. All my writing related frustration is post-creation. Thinking it up and actually writing it is the "easy" part, and even when it isn't easy I still like it because I enjoy challenges and I enjoy seeing a finished product. I don't even mind editing, probably because I'm meticulous.

What frustrates me the most is that no matter how much I enjoy creating something, no matter how much effort I put into it, and no matter how much I love it in the moment, I will inevitably end up not liking it, whether that's five seconds after I release it into the wild or some longer period of time later. At the end of the day, I'm convinced everything I create isn't worthy of positive attention, and I don't even have to fall into the trap of comparing myself to others to feel that way; I just feel it's all objectively bad. Sometimes I even have this feeling of shame and embarrassment for liking it. I know a lot of this probably relates back to my mental illness and to past real-life psychological and emotional abuse and trauma and my resulting nonexistent self-confidence & self-esteem, and it's always going to be an issue no matter what I do.

I was raised in a very strict religious environment, which I would classify as a cult now that I've learned a thing or two about religious abuse. As a child and teen, I usually had to write in secret because I was told that not only were creative endeavours a pointless waste of time but that fiction writing was a sin and led to an "impure thought life". (This was supposedly one of the ways the devil would get you and corrupt you). It was also not okay to be proud of anything I'd done because pride is a sin too, of course. The fact that I felt like a rebel because I hid under a stairwell at school to write during lunch and that had a hiding spot for my notebooks at home says a lot, considering other kids were sneakily drinking and smoking and having intimate relations.

Lack of encouragement and positive feedback (that I don't have to figurately get down on my knees and beg for) also contributes, but I'm not going to sit here and blame random internet strangers for something that's essentially a "me" problem.

I think I'd have no frustrations at all with my creative process if I didn't ever share anything. I could just keep it all as my own little secret, and it'd be all good. I might not even get the associated shame, and I know this because I still love my most secret unreleased writings, even years later. But, for me, sharing is actually necessary. As anxiety-producing as it is each time I click the post button, and as paralyzing my guilt and shame can be sometimes, I feel like it's also important to put my work out there, as bad as it is. My stuff might be absolute cringe material, but it also represents a kind of victory and freedom, even if I can't always see it that way. I have to keep doing it in the hope that someday I'll actually believe that it's okay to create AND share AND allow myself to be proud of it.

I have no idea if that actually answered your question, but anyway... there you go.

[nekooru]

I’ve been having headcannons on the brain, and I’m really curious if you have any about Freud. Not much is really known about him other than the fact he gathered the heroes, made a spirit pact with Afrien, and was an extremely powerful mage.

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dragon master freud.

synopsis: headcanons about freud and his life after the heroes' fight with the black mage.

tags: maplestory, freud, angst, headcanons, small drabble

wc: 968

a/n: yess freud's journey is smth i think about often.. he was the biggest mvp against the odds of being a human in that era (he didn't have resources for his research like neinheart did, and wm had his little mages runnin around for him) i think about how much trauma he must've had to be the only one to come out of that fight basically physically unscathed while his friends sacrificed so much, and all the other things he went on to accomplish after the fact. he was truly a genius, and i think his intellect could only be rivaled by white mage and neinheart (imagine if neinheart was charismatic and could fight in other ways besides smackin a bitch w a big book!!) SORRY THINGS GET A LITTLE ANGSTY 🥲

headcanon

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☾. everyone who knew freud would agree that he's a rather strange individual who embraces the nuances of life. for instance, while others would see a future of arduous roof repair when looking at the holes in the ceiling of his house, he saw a window to the stars by night and a convenient light source during the day; an improvement onto his home, even if it was... rough looking.

☾. despite the vast amount of people that gravitated towards him, freud found a way to make each and every person close to him feel special. his charisma seemed neverending. although, besides afrien, he considered eunwol to be a particularly precious friend; it was a rarity that freud would meet someone nearly as open minded as himself, and he enjoyed conversing about philosophy through countless nights with eunwol. afrien— well, dragons tend to be proud and opinionated beings. when freud was in the mood for intellectual debate, luminous was also somebody he would turn to. luminous could be dry, but his realistic ideals would often spark freud to think more deeply.

☾. he was lightning in a bottle. an unequivocal genius, a steady leader— an inspiring friend, who seemed to always know the words to bring forth one's inner potential. despite the fleeting existence of lightning, how amazing is it that freud managed to provide the turning points for a dormant war yet to awaken for centuries?

☾. however, after the battle with the black mage, he began to change in the smallest, quietest ways. walking the world alone when you're so used to the warmth of companionship can be gruelling.

☾. at some point, he would have gladly wasted an afternoon playing with a young monster, sketching it in his notebook when it finally tired itself out. but he had no time, now. he was on the unmerciful clock of the human lifespan, and the sounds of ticking he imagined were nearly maddening. he could only smile blankly at the little monster, shoo it away with his leg, and continue his trail.

☾. although he still offered his skills to those in apparent need, he no longer sought out problems to solve himself. his research took priority. the secrets of transcendents, what came before them, how to kill a god... he had only delved into the surface of what the heart of the world was to create the seal stones. there was so much more to learn. and, in addition, he had to make sure his comrades wouldn't be forgotten as someone or something worked to erase their history. it became an obsession, and obsession has a way of dragging along a human body past it's limits.

☾. whispers resounded across the people of maple world. dragon master freud has changed. and where is his dragon, anyway?

☾. but the rest of his life wasn't spent in that way. there was an event; a chance of fate that he would see something that could take him back to his roots and remember why he gathered his friends to fight in the first place. he did what he needed to finish the work he started before resuming a habit of selfless aid. to protect those that cannot protect themselves, that is what he lives for.

☾. he moved slowly as he returned to afrien's cave in rien. his once model posture slouched under the weight of his old bones, and his hair was a shade of white that could be compared to the snow around him. his bright blue eyes had faded over. as he reached out to pat the snout of his old friend, the insignia on the back of his gnarled hand began to glow, and afrien's golden eyes slowly opened.

"my friend," afrien mumbled, although even such a quiet tone for him echoed around the icy walls. "you've grown... old."

freud laughed, and for a moment, his expression was youthful and carefree, as it was before everything happened. "had to happen sometime, afrien."

"yes. it's everything i wanted for you." afrien paused to consider his next words. "was this life everything you wanted, too?"

freud's eyes crinkled as he smiled softly, running his hand gently along the scars of his dragon's snout. he remained silent as he reflected on his long years. his first thought was, no, growing old wasn't as fun or enjoyable as he wanted it to be. but the first thought is always a result of the inherent selfish nature that all humans are born operating on. his second thought was, yes, i was able to ensure our legacy, and give my friends and the warriors of the future a fighting chance at beating the black mage, as well as any other entity that might threaten this world.

"...yes," freud finally replied. "it was lonely without you and the others, my afrien. but i've done so much with my life; i'll never have regrets of not doing— or being enough. i'll always be eternally grateful to you, you know. for giving me such an opportunity."

afrien looked down at his master, and his lips pulled back into as much a smile as a dragon could muster. somehow, he knew that this was the last time they would meet. the curse of the ice began to lull him back to sleep, and he fought to keep his eyes open, desperately trying to memorize every detail of freud.

freud's smile widened and he leaned his wrinkled forehead against afrien's scales. "it's okay. sleep, old friend."

freud sat with the king of onyx dragons for a long time after he had fallen asleep. when he finally got up to leave the cave, he looked over his shoulder, watching afrien's body heave slowly. tears ran down his cheeks as he turned away for the final time.

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