#ask from liss

[qtubbo]

it’s kinda funny how literally the only thing people are begging for is a one (1) happy date. not even asking for more (tho hoping). just one date is already plenty. the expectations to not be drop kicked dead by angst are THAT low LMAO

1 single date qsmp admins please please I have such a fragile heart qsmp admins please

[raeathnos]

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[vivwritesfics]

Hey <3 I had an idea for a lando norris fic. Do you know the video where Lando says what the hardest thing to sign is and everabody say he says boobs? What if reader (his girlfriend) and he meet at a party for the first time and she asks him if he can sign her boobs? And maybe the two will spend the night together or something maybe have sex . Thought it would be a cool idea haha<3

No smut, but I left it open ended and I wouldn't mind writing a part two

"That's Lando fucking Norris!" Her friend shouted in your ear, shouted over the sound of the thumping bass in the club.

Admittedly, you had no idea who Lando Norris was. But your friend was freaking out. He must have been some sort of big deal. "What's his deal?" You asked as you watched him.

Your friend rolled her eyes at you. "He's an F1 driver. We literally stayed up go watch his Miami win together?"

"Oh," you said, and your night continued on like normal.

No, everything happened at the taxi rank. Two groups of people: your group and his. It was a moment before any of your friends noticed. But then they did.

The whispers started up and you noticed how his eyes shifted, clearly uncomfortable. There must be something you could do to break the tension between the two groups while you all waited for taxis.

Reaching to Melissa's bag, you pulled out a sharpie. "Thanks, Liss," you muttered and strode over to the F1 driver.

He watched you, eyebrows raised. He was going to tell you to fuck off, you knew it. But you held the sharpie towards him and said, "sign my tits?"

His expression? Bewildered. You were sure yours matched. "Huh?" He asked, unsure if he heard the correct thing there.

You sucked in a deep breath. "Sign my tits?" You tried again, just as awkward as the first time.

Swallowing, he took the pen from your hands. You folded your arms under your boobs and lifted them slightly, making them pop. Giving him more space to work with.

It couldn't have been easy to sign a pair of tits, you realised as he temporarily marked your skin. There was the shape and then the sweat on your skin from all of the dancing.

But he went slowly and signed his name. When you dropped your arms, it just looked like you had some tacky tit tattoo. "Thanks," you said and took the pen, ignoring how red he had turned.

Your friends no longer whispered and his group no longer glared. Mission accomplished, you thought as you all climbed into the taxi, leaving them waiting for another.

[scam-alerts]

🚨Scammer Alert🚨 + 🔎Scam Exam(ination)🔍

Seen as: 'I'm feeling so inspired by your art/picture!' Scam Type: Muse Scam

1 - Description of this scam:

The muse scam is a variant of the fake check scam in which the scammer will contact the victim over social media and claim to want to use their image for an art project. The scammer will often use a stolen social media account to increase their credibility. They will offer a generous sum of money and offer to pay via check, and the victim is instructed to send money to the scammer for “materials” via an irreversible method. The victim is under the illusion that the funds cleared when the bank makes the money available thanks to current regulations. Usually the fake check deposit will be reversed in a few weeks, but it can also take several months. If you do not have the funds to cover the amount, your balance will go negative. Your bank will usually charge a fee for depositing a bad check, and your account may be closed depending on the severity of the scam. source (reddit)

Additional info about the muse scam. (from malwarebytes)

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Example account shown here: @muralmagicsworld (banned)

Accounts also running this scam: @craftpatch, @shadyduckgladiator emilyartlana emilyfanartist

(Note: There are probably a lot of scammers running this scam. This post is mainly talking about the blog that I managed to find or were made aware of.)

2 - What this scam looks like.

Part 1: The request. (on a post made by a bot no less... lol)

A secondary (more recent) example of this request can be seen here:

The source of this is from this post by @blankwisher64 who gave me permission to use it. Thank you!

A third example can be seen here - Given by anonymous:

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Part 2: The blog an their posts.

The blog's earliest post was made on November 11th 2024

Using google lense (the photo icon you can use to look up an image on the internet) I was able to find these images linked to a youtube channel and an instagram account made by an artist known as Andreas Liss.

The woman in the first instagram post's name is credited, by the original artist, to be the lovely Anastasia Dmitrieva.

Where as the scammer... well.. They decided to call her... Jennifer.

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Final words: The muse scam is quite common and it's recently migrated from instagram to tumblr. If you are someone who posts pictures of yourself or your animals, always remember this: If someone tells you they're feeling 'inspired' and they'll draw you or your pet but you have to 'pay for art supplies' and they're willing to send you a $1000+ 'check/money order' and 'you can keep the rest' because they're feeling 'oh so generous'?

It is and always will be a scam.

Other helpful guides on spotting scams. (by @kyra45)

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Disclaimer: This post is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: why this person is a scammer, and to provide more information about the scam they are running. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Only report posts related to asks, comments, or messages if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

[blueberryarchive]

thoughts on 80's slasher!jk...♡ (18+)

more here

(because i can't stop thinking about him)

There was something so cruel and fun about being part of a sleepover. The sweet aroma of vanilla and nail polish compacted in the room covered in colors. The muffled laughter of 2 in the morning, Steph's mother sleeping on the other side of the wall where the Billy Joel poster is. The yellowish silhouettes move slowly as they write on small pieces of paper, concentration makes them frown, smile flirtatiously at the ceiling.

“Can it be any guy?” Bobby Joe asks, tossing the piece of paper in the corner to grab another one, Steph rolls her eyes knowing full well why she would ask such a question.

If Bobby Joe was talking about any guy there would be no problem but the three girls, including you, knew perfectly well that sweet BJ wanted to put the philosophy professor's name in big italics.

“We're not going to call Mr. Hogg, Bobby Joe. I don’t want to hear him pull his old and saggy out just because I said the word ‘wet.’”

“I thought this was a game.”

“Exactly, it's a game. I don’t want to develop an infatuation with men over forty-five.” Liss attacked folding her game papers into four.

Your fingers fidgeted on the piece of paper on your knee. You couldn't write your boyfriend's name, obviously, it wouldn't be as fun since Jimin knows your friends' voices and it wouldn't be as fun to see one of your friends flirt with Jimin on the phone.

“Come on, Boo. Don't you know another man besides Jimin? Steph laughed. Bobby Joe and Liss put the names inside Elmo's mug.

No, you wanted to answer. But what's so fun about that. Now that you think about it, you should have brought your Monopoly or the old Ouija that your brother hides. It wasn't a good thing to ever leave the games to Steph.

Liss sat her face on your shoulder looking at the yellow paper, empty, desperately empty. You can put the name of someone who isn't in college, she whispered to you, taking pity on your sorry male record. And that's what you did, you chose your neighbor, only two people know how long you and Cooper haven't seen each other: God and your mom. And that was perfect, he wouldn't know your voice if you called him to ask him what his favorite position was.

Dan Cooper, the “o”s looked like long zeros and the ink pooled at the edges, demonstrating your hesitation in looking for another man in your life you wanted to call for a prank. But it was too late, Steph took the paper and crumpled it before you finished the R.

“Who dares to call first?” Liss held the cup, turning the papers over with a spoon.

Bobby Joe sighed looking into the darkness of the room. You noticed her nervousness, perhaps regretful.

“I want to change the last name…”

“Don't be a pussy, BJ.” It gushed from your lips, the Malibu bubbling in your throat with the taste of the Caribbean islands and the triple cheese pizza you had for dinner. None of the three expected to hear your babbling so early and in so few milliliters of rum.

“Well, you start, take a piece of paper.” You heard her mumble something about putting your stepfather's name on the cup, you ignored her as you took the paper that first fell on the carpet.

“Wait, let me turn on the camera.” Liss got up taking the camcorder that her father gave her for her new career in communication. Now the lens focused on the college antics of your group of friends and, occasionally, the artsy pornos that she and her boyfriend tried to sell on college corners.

Of the ten papers, the one you took seemed to be folded with the delicacy of origami. You unfolded until you undid the little cube and found a name that you have rarely heard or even thought about.

“Jungkook Jeon?” You feared you had said the name wrong but the looks between your friends were not looking for a good pronunciation but rather who dared, in fact, who even thought of trying to flirt with such a specimen.

Steph let out a squeal as she almost dropped her drink on her favorite sweater.

“God, Liss surely wrote that.”

"Why me?"

“You've always liked weird men.”

“You like octogenarians, you bitch.”

“Who the fuck is Jungkook?” You were starting to get desperate and the tiny flickering light from the camera was starting to feel like needles in your pores.

Steph takes another drink before proceeding to explain.

“He's a guy in econ class, a complete loser. He doesn't look anyone in the eye and walks around like he wants the earth to swallow him all the time."

“And why do y'all put it in the pile?” If you were going to call someone, it had to at least be worth it.

Bobby Joe and Liss look into each other's eyes and smile knowingly. BJ's bubblegum-pink coated index fingers come together and then spread alongside her smile.

“Several of the guys on the team have seen him in the showers.”

“I don't believe any of the men on the football team, that's what they said about Marc and he had a micro dick.” Steph looked pointedly at the camera. “Plus he doesn't even get up from the stands, I've never seen him play.”

“Jimin started calling him Junghood.” BJ played with her gum, twirling it around on her finger.

Jimin had never mentioned the guy to you.

“Junghood?”

“He likes to play with his bow and arrow in his free hours, like a Robin Hood.” Liss looked for another light, she wanted tried to see every line that formed on your forehead.

“The name is so stupid…no offense.” Steph finished her drink and handed you the heavy book.

You grabbed the phone directory and headed to J. The last name was easy to find and the dial easy to rotate, until your nerves choked you listening to the buzzing on the other end of the line. You wished he didn't answer, but you were also intrigued by the description. How is it that one of the players on the football team, who was supposedly well-hung and caught the attention of your little elite, was so relevant? And why didn't you know about him?

Your friends didn't focus on dragging unfortunate people through the mud, that's a high school girl thing. In college it was a matter of continuing to climb the ladder, maybe marrying a stockbroker from New York or becoming an intern at Vogue just so you could rub it in other people's faces.

And unfortunately for you, it was a Saturday night and of course this Jungkook guy would take the call. ‘I Can’t Quit You, Baby’ reverberated softly in the room, his breathing hitched and heavy. Had you woken him up? Suddenly, you were aware of all your senses, of the sense of the cassette filling up with frames of your stupid face trying to do a function as human and basic as talking, of the two shots running through your system. But oh…

"Hello?" His voice was raspy, sweet, a little nasal and whiny.

BJ squeezed your chin shaking it from side to side, enjoying your cowardice. Your face was toasted with a simple word.

“Jungkook?” You swallowed, your finger curling around the phone's pink cord.

"Who is it?" Complainant moved between the sheets until he was silent. “Fuck, it's two in the morning. Is this another one of the evangelical whores trying to sell me Bibles? I already told you what I would do to y'all if you called me again.”

And the threat sounded like a foreign promise that you wish you had heard alone. You looked at Steph who was drawing a cock next to his name, her eyes closed sensually as she stuck her tongue out.

“I just heard a rumor a couple of days ago and, you know, I haven't been able to sleep thinking about it being true.” Your voice turned to molasses, your eyebrows curled and your shoulders tensed in acted innocence.

“No, I don't sell pot. Is that it, princess?”

“Is it true that you have a big dick?” Steph, Liss and BJ were shocked. You stole the Malibu from one of them, you didn't even have the courage to talk to Jimin like that when you two were alone.

The girls ran as quietly as possible out of the room and down the stairs, opening the other phone to listen to Jungkook. But it was useless, since the person questioned did not respond. The camera already forgotten on the bed, you kneeling on the carpet hugging Liss's pink Care Bear between your legs.

A small laugh, the click of a lighter, a drag.

"What?" You could hear him reposition himself in his pillows. " You would like to know how big the weirdo in your class is, you fucking slut.”

No, ew.

“Yes, I say, if it is true.”

“How much would you like to know, mm?”

This wasn't the answer you were looking for, you thought maybe he would hesitate on your question or just hang up out of embarrassment. Maybe you should have stopped five more minutes and brought Clue or Guess Who? that was in your closet.

You thought about every face in the college hallways, about your boyfriend's friends, and about those you met at the mall or behind the movie theater on Sundays. None matched his voice.

“I told you I haven't been able to sleep for two nights, isn't that enough?”

“Maybe with a proper fuck you would relax, don't you think?”

You swallowed, letting your eyelids droop. Your hand approached the camera and you turned it to the wall so it could record its own reflection in the mirror.

“Can't talk, love? I thought you were the one who was going to play a lil' prank on me and leave me hard as a log on the other end of the line. What happened, do you really want me to crash this dick into your pretty pussy?” His laugh was mocking, he knew what he was saying and how he said it: with his hisses, deep tones; all through the smoke of an improvised cigarette in the late night.

You squeezed the bear between your legs and sighed.

“I've never been so…”

"Dirty? Badly spoken? Pleb?"

“So direct.”

“Isn't it so fucking good, though? Being able to say out loud that you think about my cock at night” The bass solo repeated itself like an angelic tune intertwined with his words.

It was hard to follow the joke when your panties started sticking to your lips with every word that came out of his mouth. Your friends had abandoned you so theycould listen downstairs and in the darkness of the room you could only imagine a headless body stretching your legs up to your shoulders, your pussy trying to make room to choke on the throbbing veins of an unknown dick.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” His question sounded like a command and your hips leaned forward, rubbing against the rough carpet.

"No."

"Ya' sure? Because just with your absence of words you have me squeezing my base. Can you imagine if you could take it all like a champ? I know whores like you, they dare to take on a whole team if they feel like it.”

His sly laugh was the last thing you could hear before hanging up the phone. You rose from the carpet searching for the cassette in Liss's camcorder, your thin fingers trembling as you destroyed the evidence of your pusillanimity and lust.

The three girls walked slowly to the room, all grouped on the bed like judges of the case. Looking for an explanation in your features but there was only one order.

“Nobody talk to Jimin about this, okay?”

The judges looked at each other, nodded in unison. Apparently bedtime approached earlier than expected and you were grateful that the alcohol had knocked out your friends so quickly.

You ran to the bathroom with the memory of his voice still fresh. The humidity still warm between your legs, you held onto the sink while you held back your moans, your forehead pressed against the mirror and your drool falling into the drain with the voracious hunger that only imagination can give.

[valentine-cafe]

Can I order a Mango Sticky Rice, please?

(Afab reader)

Just imagining Lisse being asked to keep her hands to herself while you two are playing together. You know she’s aching to touch you; to put her hands on you and give you pleasures you’ve never known, but you asked her to be good, because you want to be the one to touch and pull pleasure after pleasure from her body.

You promised her that afterwords, she can touch you all she’d like, but for now you’re determined to keep her hands pinned above her body and her moans filling the air.

-🎐

˖⁺. ﹙ nature elemental gf  x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . hands to yourself !! 🍒 :  nature elemental ˖ mercenary leader character﹙ verse 9948e lisse. ﹚

you tell her to keep her hands to herself so that you can pleasure her like she deserves. | cw: scissoring 

Her hands are meant to worship you — so to have them pinned while you treated her as divine left all sorts of sensations spiralling through her body.

Lisse’s noises always caressed your ears like the kisses of petals. Today seemed to be no exception, if anything, the melody of her sounds affected you to higher degrees.

“Such a pretty girl . . .”

Your thumb swirls at her perked nipple. The sensations bring a bite to her lip and a buck of her hips into yours. One of her legs drapes over your shoulder like a vine. She’s open to you like a flower. Her cunt spills her sweet nectar as yours grinds up into hers. Hips locked at angles meant for her pleasure.

“P-P-. . . . Please - h-ah -”

Pink dims with the flutters of thick lashes. Her soft breast jiggle with every rough thrust of your hips, every jerky breath of her own. Flowers bloom across her shoulders, to her arms, twining out of her ebony locks splayed behind her on the pillow.

Your clits kiss at every buck. Just as eager for each other. At one point you force your weight down and angle yourself at a stiff, rubbing stutter to hump your pearl up against hers at a pace that makes her eyes cross at the centre.

“I - I - h-. . . h-a- mngh-! P-Pleasepleaseplease-”

She’s in full bloom. Squirting all over you the second you lean down to smoosh your breast into hers. Who needs air when she has your heated pants over her?

All the while, your hips continue their sensual rock. Eager to overflow her once more while one hand reaches down to cup around her breast.

“So good f’me. . . come on baby, give me another?” Your batting lashes will be the death of her. She can only whine into the tenderness of your lips as you begin shimmying your hips down into hers. Stirring hot pleasure through her entire body.

Don’t you know roses cannot cope in severe heat? The poor woman is beside herself ��� with hands still begging to touch you.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

In Space - 2.0

Masterlist

Previous chapter

Pairing: Inquisitor Cal Kestis x (f)reader

Tags: slight NSFW, use of the force, first liss, kissing, fluff, fear, violence, hurt, comfort, feelings,

Cal went on about his daily responsibilities, which consisted of training, carrying out tasks for the empire, more training, tracking persons of interest, sitting silent in classified meetings where people discussed him like a resource to be allocated or used, and lastly, more training.

He found at times his hands itched for the tools he found laid on the floor near workers occupied with fixes and jobs.

On occasion, his commander would assign him to spy on the crew, both soldiers and staff alike, and report back to him in case there was a "cause for concern" by which he meant thoughts of rebellion.

The soldiers were easy enough - they were either bred or raised to obey orders, so there was very little questioning coming from them. But the crew, especially those who joined against their will, often resented their overlords. However, they were smart enough to know they were outnumbered, and their chance of success against a whole warship command - not to mention a force weirlding inquisitor - were slim.

Some were bothersome still. You, for example. The young mechanic girl who'd picked up a dangerous fascination with his sabers. Further force empathy revealed that you had even started conducting experiments of your own during your limited breaks. Shoving your rations down and running off to with scraps you stashed away (also forbidden, each and every gear on the warship was the Empire’s property) and put together some toys, and test them out.

Cal found himself feeling conflicted when he'd search your thoughts. One side of him wanted to grab you and shake you for attempting to replicate powerful tech you knew nothing about - something that would certainly be considered an act of stupidity. Another part wanted to turn you over to his commander and have you face the torterous consequences for treason. But there was a third, quiet side of him, the side that loved working with his hands, to build and create, that itched to hint you in the right direction.

It wasn't a flint that sparked that activated the lightsaber like you thought, it was a magnetic stabilizer. And the power wasn't derived from combined Gasses with oxygen- the saber itself wasn't a sword on fire.

It was kind of... endearing in an alarming way, how cluekess yet curious you were. A faint, dangerous voice whispered to him in ways he didn’t like. He noticed things about you that had nothing to do with duty. The way the fabric of your uniform clung to your figure when you bent over an engine, the slope of your neck when you tilted your head to focus, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on your skin after hours of work. It wasn’t just curiosity that pulled his attention toward you. It was something far more dangerous.

Cal was currently on a mission. His pod had left with a small crew, you among them. He’d made it so, insisting on keeping you within close range. Whether it was duty or something far more unsettling, he couldn’t say.

While he and his commander went off to secure the main deal, the engineers were instructed to scour the bustling market for spare parts and machinery.

The streets were narrow and chaotic, brimming with stalls and vendors while children shouted deals and pitches on behalf of their parents, while salesmen gestured with polished tools and intricate pieces of machinery.

Cal didn’t need to focus on you to know your thoughts; they hummed in the back of his mind. You were debating if the offered screwdrivers were worth the price, weighing it in your hands and trying not to look to interested, lest you have to haggle for it.

He shifted, and his focus to the deal. The offer was as routine as it was effective.

"We can offer you protection," Cal’s commander said smoothly to the ruling house’s representative.

"From who?" asked the old man his voice cautious.

"From him." The commander tilted his head toward Cal.

On cue, the Inquisitor raised his hand. Blasters were torn from the guards’ grips, levitating in the air, their barrels slowly turning toward their owners. The guards froze, their fear palpable in the tense silence.

The representative swallowed hard, his ornate robes trembling as he nodded quickly, sealing the agreement. The Empire’s stranglehold on the galaxy tightened further.

The deal was completed in record time.

Later, as the crew celebrated their success at a local bar, Cal was approached by one of the generals.

"Here, son. A littke way of showing the empire's grattitude. Take your pick," the man said, gesturing toward a group of women gathered nearby. Each one was clearly chosen to appeal to the Empire’s elite. They were beautiful, barely clothed, and eager.

Cal barely glanced at them. "I want the mechanic. EM-3415," he said finally, his voice cold and deliberate. "From the west paddock."

The general raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "Alright. Like I said, whoever you want."

You were heading back to the bunk when two troopers intercepted you.

"Come with us," one of them said curtly.

"Where are we going?" you asked, but neither responded. They simply turned and began walking.

Unease twisted in your gut as you followed them through the warship’s labyrinthine halls. They led you to the wing reserved for high-ranking officials and military elites.

When they stopped at a door, they opened it without explanation and shoved you inside. The room was unlike anything you’d ever seen, a stark contrast to the drab quarters you were used to. The large bed was adorned with dark silk sheets, and a wide window revealed the vastness of space beyond, stars glittering like scattered diamonds.

You took a hesitant step forward, your boots sinking into the plush carpet. It was opulent, yes, but the silence felt heavy, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Your eyes roamed the room, catching on a chair draped with dark robes. Then you heard the sound of running water.

Your pulse quickened as you backed away from the nearby door. The water stopped, and the quiet footsteps that followed sent a shiver down your spine.

The door opened, and Inquisitor Kestis stepped out.

Steam curled around his frame as he walked toward you, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His bare chest, defined and glistening with droplets of water, rose and fell with each steady breath. The sharp, dangerous lines of his face were softened only slightly by the damp strands of red hair clinging to his forehead.

It was like something out of the smuggled romance novels you and your bunkmate whispered about in the dead of night. Only this wasn’t a fantasy. This was real. And far more terrifying.

His eyes locked onto yours, piercing and unrelenting.

"I-Inquisitor," you stammered, snapping into a stiff salute. "Glory to the Empire. I didn’t mean to intrude - I was brought here."

"I know," he said nonchalantly, his voice low and calm with authority. A bead of water rolled down his temple and disappeared into the taut muscle of his shoulder. "I requested it."

Your eyes widened as the realization set in. You swallowed nervously, your mind scrambling for a response, but the words caught in your throat as he raised his hand slowly, and you felt your feet rise above the ground. You gasped, the feeling of floating entirely foreign but simultaneously fascinating. The force pulled you towards him in quick time. In a breath, you were standing in front of you. The warmth omitted from his body enveloped you, and you felt your face grow hot.

"I've never..." You rushed to say, but he did not look surprised. Of course he already knew. Those jedi mind tricks were awesome but damn creepy. You tried to clear your mind. But what he said next surprised you for some reason.

"Neither have I." His tone was guarded despite the vulnerability in the confession. Your brow rose. He was so intimidating, yet so... intriguing, how was it possible he has never been intimate.

His arms circled your waist, and your breathing grew shallow.

"That wasn't the reason i wanted you here." He confessed then. "Not now, anyway."

You couldn't look him in the eyes, especially knowing he could sense your thoughts. You wished you could read his to understand what he'd implied.

"I only wanted your company." He answered the question on your mind.

You released a breath, feeling a sense of relief, but also some confusion. Mostly at the possible reason why he thought you were worth his time. What would your company bring him.

"The life of an inquisitor can be lonely." Cal explained. "I remember what it was like to be... around someone who understands."

"What could I possibly understand about you?" You wondered out loud.

"I'm not sure yet," he furrowed his brow. "I just find myself drawn to you. To your thoughts." He hand rose to brush a loose lock of your hair.

You became extremely aware of the grease covering your skin from a full day's work, especially at seeing his cleanliness.

"When was the last time you showered?" He asked, definitely reading your mind.

You didn't perceive the question as an insult. "Yesterday evening. I was on my way to the communal bath when the troopers ordered me here."

He nodded, then took a step back into the steamed bathroom. Clean tiles, folded towels, and organized soaps made you almost hate him out of envy.

He chuckled behind you, and you'd assumed he'd read your mind again. You looked at the mirror, seeing the two of you. The greasy mechanic girl and the inquisitor of the imperium standing at command behind her. He stood a head above you, golden red irises challenging you in the mirrors reflection. You gave another hard swallow as your hand rose to the zipper of your uniform and slowly pulled it down.

Cal watched, unblinking as the skin of your breasts was revealed. Did he like what he was seeing? You wondered. You pull the uniform off of your shoulders and let it drop to the floor at your feet before kicking off your boots.

You stepped into the shower, the dirt from the bottom of your feet seeped out on the tile. Your hand reached and turned the handle, and a spray of water rained down on your heard, you inhaled and exhaled, closing your eyes against the comforting feeling.

You felt the warmth of his skin surrounded you as his hands came to hold your hips. One of them rose up your body until he reached your chin, then he lifted it, turning you to face him. His breath brushed your lips and you turned to face him fully.

He brought his lips down to yours then, giving you your first kiss. You didn't know what you were doing at first, but you know what movements felt better than others, and soon you began to move your lips against his. Your hands rose to his nape and your lifted yourself onto your tiptoes to get better access. The two of you stayed entwined in each other's arms, kissing for what felt like hours.

After your shower, exhaustion took you and Cal dried you, lifted, and carried you to his bed. Wrapped up in the warm silk sheets, you wondered when you were ever going to be this clean again.

"Do you feel like youre betraying them?" You asked, as your eyelids grew more and more heavy. "The jedi."

He narrowed his gaze at you, prompting you to speak further, clarify.

"I heard about them." You continued nervously. "They preached peace, didn’t they?"

Cal looked off for a moment, then spoke quietly, "Peace is a concept of cowards, I stopped fighting the inevitable."

"How?" You asked, voice small.

"I embraced it."

"Thats..." You began, unable to imagine what he meant in your tired state.

"It's not so bad." He dismissed, his fingers lazily brushing your arm.

"I don't believe you." You said with a small voice.

This close, you had a clear view of his features. Faint freckles peppered across his nose and cheeks, red stubble covering the sharp edges of hus chin and across his jawline. You could tell he was clenching his teeth by the way his cheeks hollowed. He was in a state of perpetual inner conflict with himself. But for a minute you thought youd caught a rare shade of green peaking out behind the bloodshot gold rings of his irises. An indication of the boy he once was, buried alive by the hardened man standing in front of you now.

"The jedi are gone." He finally said, just as you gave yourself over to sleep.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Hiyah! Do you have any Persona fic recs? 👀

Long ago I made a Rec List, but that's lost to the abyss of Tumblr's awful search mechanism, so here's a new one. You didn't specify, so I included a little of every game. Each game is indicated by a specific color: 🟠 for P2 (both of them), 🔵 for P3, 🟡 for P4 and 🔴 for P5. Each one of these fics really stayed with me for a reason, so I heavily recommend you at least give them a chance.

Dust in the Air Suspended by @stealthnoodle 🟠

The dead timeline lives on, and Katsuya Suou stubbornly persists in it. His brother is determined to do better.

Gardenia by LunaDePlata 🟠

Jun can't sleep, and neither can his thoughts. A short vent piece.

heaven by [Orphan :(] 🟠

Lisa didn’t understand how Tatsuya could trust Jun so easily while she still woke from nightmare after nightmare of Joker’s piercing stare and twisted grin. She didn’t understand the pain in her chest when she saw the two of them linger at one another’s side, either.

under the mask by gaytimetraveller 🟠

Joker grants wishes, Joker receives calls (not always pleasant), Joker despairs.

maybe Death wants to be saved, too by @senblades 🔵

In December of 2009, Makoto Yuki slits Death’s throat in his bedroom. --- In January of 2010, Makoto Yuki meets an odd boy in a yellow scarf, haunting the entrance to Gekkoukan like a phantom. (The world is ending, and all Ryoji Mochizuki can do is watch)

No Ghosts, No Mistletoe by @stealthnoodle 🔵

If anyone asks, Junpei is technically spending Christmas Eve with a girl. It's just not anything like a date.

Threnody by @laora-ryn 🔵

In February, Nozomi shares a meal with Minato. [You know,” Minato says suddenly, “I had a twin sister.”]

All That Remains by @laora-ryn 🔵 ft. 🟡🔴

An exploration of the end of Persona 3, its aftermath, and those he left behind.

Equal or Lesser Value by Lisse 🔵 ft. 🟡

The wrong family dies on Moonlight Bridge.

A Barrel in the Sea by signalbeam 🟡

Post-game. Yukiko tells her parents about her relationship with Chie, and after the resulting fight, takes refuge in the Dojima residence.

First Impressions (Seventeen Variations) by jackdawq 🟡

It sucks to be the new transfer kid. Right?

Fusion Inheritance by @rabbitprint 🟡

In your first life, you're an asshole. There's no other way to describe it; even you would call it that.

I Have My Dead by signalbeam 🟡

Eight letters written from the Investigation Team to their families in the event of their deaths.

sentence by @corvus-corvus 🟡

Adachi rises to the balls of his feet for a better view. Yu knows they’re visiting a woman from the case files, but it’s only when Adachi mimes an exaggerated whistle that he knows it’s going to be a problem. "She told us to leave and we have other witnesses.” Yu holds out a light. Adachi breathes smoke until it ghosts over the beating sun. “She doesn’t know that.”

Lost Kingdoms by jackdawq 🟡 ft. 🔵

Every girl in Inaba likes Teddie; Port Island's no different.

A Year To Fill An Empty Home by @lostozian 🔴

The officer who came to explain the terms of the probation had a sad smile on his face the whole way through. He seemed like he was trying to be sympathetic at first, telling them about the mandatory school transfer and the probation terms, but when he got to the part about “removing Akira-kun from bad influences,” Chou couldn’t see the smile as anything less than sadistic. “I know you’re facing a lot of pain right now, Kurusu-san,” the officer had said. “But perhaps better parenting would have helped Akira-kun know that he shouldn’t assault people in the street.” OR, Takeshi and Chou Kurusu aren't bad people. They never stopped loving their son, not for a single second.

Falsities by Raaj 🔴

They keep saying you were sold out by a teammate. You can’t remember which one.

Killing Hope by Raaj 🔴

Akechi stops by Leblanc once after assassinating Amamiya, looking to find the last Phantom Thief.

Stumbling on the Chopping Block by vivvav 🔴

Even after Yaldabaoth leaves, the executions go on.

The Trickster's World by vivvav 🔴

The game has not played out how he imagined it would. Could the Trickster actually prevent humanity's ruin? Is it possible that Ren Amamiya truly poses a threat to his ascension? Only a journey into the boy's Cognition will tell.

marigolds by colbub 🔴 ft. 🔵🟡

Akechi meets a mysterious being chained to a door after death and gains a second chance.

Reflections by @senblades 🔵🟡🔴

In the space between dreams, there's time to think. And so, the attendants reflect; on the tragedies and triumphs their guests have left in their wake. On the saviour, the seeker, and the tricksters, and what facets of humanity they supposedly held in their depths. ___ The Velvet Room is a place of guidance. But what purpose does a guide serve once their role is complete?

Smart Kid by [Orphan :(] 🔵🔴

A troubled kid is brought into Officer Sanada Akihiko's office in the juvenile department, and Akihiko does his best to set him on the right path.

[ghuleh-recs]

It was @forlorn-crows birthday like a month ago!! And I fuckin missed it! Jail for Liss. Jail for 1000 years. Better late than never, I guess. Crow is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! They are the mastermind behind Mushy May and the verrrry iconic Lake Wife™. On top of being incredibly talented, Crow is always so lovely and kind and supportive of their fellow creatives. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these? Maybe even stop by Crow's ko-fi while you're at it!

Lady of the Lake - Rain/Lake Wife™ - E, 11.6k

With all the dark magick flowing through the abbey, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leached into the surrounding area. Mountain’s told him all about the various creatures he’s seen on the edges of the forest: dark, shadowy things that live in the corners of one’s vision, flitting between downed trees and swaying ferns. They’re relatively peaceful entities that don’t seem to bother ghouls, humans, or other animals much. But their presence certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed. That same looming magick resides at the bottom of the lake. Something deep and ominous. Something big. Rain can’t make head nor tail of the sentient something that must live down there. He’s felt it most recently in the new beginnings of spring: big waves of living energy reaching out to him, calling to something buried deep in his ribcage. A creature reaching out to their kin. He supposes it could be a byproduct of the changing seasons, the rush of life seeping through the cracks in the thawing ice. But the feeling in his gut tells him it’s something more than that.

First and Fierce Affirming Sight - Mountain & Copia - G, 1.1k

Once in a blue moon he’ll retreat deep into the forest beyond the abbey to give himself a break from his mortal-like form, let that great maw of elemental power unleash and drain itself into the ether. Just once in a great while, to be fully released. Other times, it sneaks up on him like a cloud of darkness, pulling him under slowly. It gives him enough time to stifle it or manage it. If there’s warning signs, there’s time to keep it at bay. But times like these, it comes in the blink of an eye—like a flash of lightning in the middle of the inky-black sky.

Quicksilver - Dewdrop/Rain - T, 1.8k

Sunshine finally gets to braid Dewdrop's hair, but it gives him and Rain ~feelings~. (you have to read the sequel, too.)

And You Know That It Takes Two - Copia/Dewdrop - E, 3.7k

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?” When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

and so it goes - Mountain/Rain - E, 1.6k

Rain hums the melody where the piano would play, glancing down at the ghoul curled around him. His shoulders start to shake, and he sniffles into the water ghoul’s shirt—attempting, but failing, to be silent about his tears. Rain stops. “Mountain, love, what’s wrong?” Immediately he shakes his head at the question, whining quietly. “Hey,” Rain urges, petting back his hair. “I’m here for you, can you try to tell me?” Hurts, Mountain pushes into his mind. “Where does it hurt?” Rain asks gently. The earth ghoul pulls back an arm from around his waist, gesturing to his own chest. Rain can see his face screw up, a silent prayer to stop the oncoming sob that threatens to work its way out of his throat. In here, he says. He points weakly to the side of his head too. And here.

Pull Me In Your Waters - Dewdrop/Mist - E, 4.8k

He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

Compromise - Aeon/Mountain - E, 2.9k

He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really, about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. or Mountain misses Aether. Who he has is Aeon.

Weigh Your Powers, Tempt The Hours - Aether/Ifrit - E, 2.3k

“You’re so pretty like this, you know that?” Ifrit blushes under his adoring gaze. His shaggy hair falls across his face as he ducks to hide. But Aether’s having none of it, reaching out to guide his head back up with a gentle hand on his chin. “You trust me, right?” “Of course I do. I want—” Ifrit pauses and takes a shaky breath. “Want to be good for you,” he finishes in a small voice, just barely above a whisper. “You’re always good for me, Fritter.” The quintessence ghoul runs the pad of his thumb across the point of his jaw. His voice slips to a lower timbre, slow and rhythmic. “You want to feel good too, don’t you?” Ifrit’s eyes slip closed, body relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he answers simply, forming the word on his exhale like an unholy confession. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

Did I forget your favorite? You've got a standing invitation from me to add your own rec and reblog ♡

[starsomens]

The lock to your front door started to jiggle making you jump from your seat. You quickly grab Eden and stand a few feet from the door. The door opens to reveal your husband, he drops his bags in the door way

“Hey you,” he says waiting for you to come, a bit confused as to why you just stand there with Eden. He had been gone for some months now and he really missed you both

“Hey handsome,” you smile still not budging

“….did I liss you off orrr?” He was confused why you were just standing there

“Oh no, no, it’s not about you. I…we have a little present for you.” You squat down and place Eden on her little feet. Noah was confused at first, Eden could NOT have leant ti walk….right???

“Go to daddy baby, go!” You encourage her as she shakes to keep her balance on her tiny legs. Her round eyes focused on her father as her gummy smile only grew. Noah drops down to his knees holding out his large tattooed arms waiting for her to be in proximity to him, being her net in case she falls. Her lil feet stomp their way over to her father, her excitement knocking her off balance as she comes closer and Noah catches her fall. He shoots up yo his feet laughing as he litters her face with kisses

“Oh princess I’m so proud of you!” He hugged her close as her gummy smile smothers his cheek. He didn’t care for all the slobber that was getting on his face, it was his baby girl just started walking and he was over the moon, but he was also a little sad about it because he missed the first time she walked. you can see the tears well in his eyes as he sniffs. The tears roll down his eyes, but a large smile still stayed on his face. You finally walk over to him where he brings you into a warm embrace with your daughter.

“ missed you guys so much. Why did you tell me she started walking??” he asked you

“ well, I wanted a surprise. Just wanted to send you a video of her walking for the first time. What better welcome home gift than to see her walking?” You giggle kissing his chin “do you like it?”

“Like it? This is the best gift I’ve come home to…well, one of them anyways” he chuckles kissing your forehead “and you! You need to stop growing so fast!” He goes back to your daughter bringing her close to his face totally in love and over the moon with his little family

[qtubbo]

“He never visits me for nice reasons, it’s so sad” Tubbo about Cucurucho

i need to finish that tubborucho win card immediately

[a-tale-of-legends]

Whether or not Leon in Legendsverse during his gym challenge could sense Eternatus from a distance is up to debate. But after finding its bones. Let's assume some time passes like five years or more? Because it'll take time to excavate the bones, make plans, set things up, and transport them.

What if teenage Leon steps into Hammerlocke Castle one day, after Macro Cosmos has finished building the power producer, and a massive chill goes down his spine? He has no idea what that was or why it felt familiar. He reasons a ghost pokemon must've pranked him.

That's how I've been seeing it, yeah. I still need to figure out when exactly Eternatus is taken, and when it was first initially revived. Because in my head, Eternatus' revival would have caused a power outage alone, since it would honestly take a lot to revive the old dragon. Maybe they got it when Leon was midway in his champion career. Let's say 15. While there is certainly technology that can revive fossils of any kind, Eternatus was proving to be more tedious. Maybe they were failed attempts, and they would never really push it bc they didn't want to gain attention. Ooooo maybe they even hire the likes of Cara-Liss....though that work relationship would be short ( as in they would let her go when the revival was a success). Anyway, when they do revive Eternatus ( this could be a year after they successfully were able to bring it to the energy plant), it had caused momentary power outage across Galar. Whoops! Thankfully they have backups, so it only lasted a few minutes but. Whoops! Didn't expect that to happen! Why does Eternatus still look dead. Problems upon problems.....

.....this what if is entirely not the point of this ask LMAO. Sorry about that. Ahem. ANYWAY.

Yeah, I've had a similar idea! A teen Leon just a big chill down his spine when visiting Raihan for a match ( and official match. Casual battles between them don't really. Happen that often anymore). He doesn't know why this is happening, he assumes that maybe one of his ghosts is pranking him????? But they're in their ball...maybe Hammerlocke Stadium is absurdly cold today. That was to be it.

The alternative route is Leon.... actually being shown Eternatus. Maybe when it's revived and not looking dead( well. Not looking completely stiff). The feeling he felt when he was on his gym challenge and stumbled upon that Eternatus fossil on the wall came back and it's worse because it was actually looking at him. Weakly, of course but it was looking at him. It was terrifying. And yet....stuck in a giant ball. Weak. In his fear he also felt. Something. He couldn't tell what, back then. But as Rose started to give him more, albeit still vague, information about his plans, what Leon himself had a role to play throughout the years that something became....Sadness? To be trapped and used....it feels a bit familiar. Just a bit.

Of course, all of that has a big ol WIP stamp on it. Given there's another factor at play, the "Royal" Twins, the partnership they have with Rose as well as the backstabbing each side is willing to do. Maybe Rose showing Leon is Rose gaining his ace in the hole. Or maybe Leon never saw Eternatus during his teens, and was just made aware of it that year. A lot to consider!

[the-angry-acrobat]

Helloo it's meee (btw my nickname is Ray, put that on my intro post like two minutes ago lol)

I've wanted to ask for a very long time and recently I've been doing a bit of "fuck being afraid of social interaction let my inner extrovert shine"

So

How does working at a circus as a minor work? It sounds so so so cool to me because I've never met anyone from a circus/even been to a circus my whole life.

Give me so many details (if it's ok and u wanna)

Is it like your family's? How often do you perform? Is it travelling?

hi!! great nickname :) 

wow, that’s really motherfucking awesome of you, it’s about time we fucked anxiety around social interaction. proud of you 

okay so firstly thanks so much for asking, I really appreciate your interest and I would loveee to tell you all about the circus! prepare for my large info dump lmfao

so for one, there are many different types of circuses around the world. circus is first and foremost performance art—some see it as a deeply-rooted, and perhaps even immutable, form of expression, and for others (including myself), its innate artistic inclination makes it destined to remain forever changing and incomplete. but both sides agree on this notion of genre; as global conversations have intensified and as the contemporary circus community has begun the process of dismantling categories, the focus is shifting to a widening of perspectives in time and space.

contemporary circus are performances designed to showcase circus acts and arts, an evolution of what has come before, drawing on dance, theatre, and philosophy as much as, if not more then, the circus in its original form. it’s synonymous with creativity, sparked with original thought and resulting in much diversity. 

circus nowadays is different to how the traditional circus was, which is now seen as classical, with various acts included in a lineup deemed essential by its proponents. it came with more narrative and aesthetic rules. the contemporary circus are shows that keep reinventing themselves overtime, a collective consciousness. 

the circus I work in is a performing troupe full of many different performers, acts, and arts included—and the troupe is like family. my older sibling and I grew up around them, and with some of them, and in the circus, because we have been working and performing there since we were really young. 

the circus is owned, run and managed by a really talented and experienced lady that has performed all over the world. our foundation is a building where we have all our equipment, apparatuses, rigging, tools, and much more, but we could technically be referred to as a travelling circus, seeing as we do quite often move around and perform in different venues, including different towns, cities and sometimes states, and if we’re not in a theatre or a festival, then we do set up tents and a big top etc, like devotees of the ring lol, or raison d’être. we’ve worked with and collaborated with other circus in the past, including multi generational circus families, road shows, and performances big and small. 

my sibling and I have basically always been in the performing world. we started training when ww were really little. some of the performers that trained us had worked in cirque du soleil, which is basically the crowned head of the circus industry today, and an institution for some of the biggest and greatest live performances of all time. we trained in acrobatics, aerial, tumbling, contortion, trapeze, hoop, silks, different forms of dance, corde lisse, spanish web, tightrope, miming, magic tricks, clownery, manipulation, stunts, flying trapeze, cloud swing, cabaret, musical instruments, drama, etc and have been performing and working in the circus for a long time. we love the circus, our home, a lot, especially because of how complicated and difficult our blood family situation is. 

a main aspect of circus in my opinion is razzle-dazzle — being big, bright, showy and entertaining. there’s no better way to showcase circus arts and talents. drawing in an audience’s attention for showcasing the strange and the unique is one of the greatest things to experience. circus performers are probably most accurately referred to as artistes, or artists.  we perform whenever we can, and there’s also always different shows and venues coming up.

this ended up being so long lol. thanks again for asking! I hope this was informative enough but let me know if you have any other questions, you can ask me anything at any time 🖤🎪

[liesmyth]

Hi ❤️ I was wondering, do you have some recs/advices for light cardio HIIT sessions? I follow a weight lifting program online split on 3 days, i'd like to do some type of cardio on a fourth day but online there is.. TOO MUCH infos, i'm basically a beginner still and i'm getting so confused ���

hi hi thank you for asking I LOVE these questions ❤️ I totally get what you mean about Too Much Information, fitness internet is chockfull of info but it can and does get overwhelming (and contact story!) especially if you're a beginner.

On cardio: I'm a big cardio fan, and could yap about the benefits all day. However! I feel very strongly that the best kind of cardio is the one that you actually like doing. If you're "just" looking to add "do more cardio" to your schedule, without any specific goals, the type of cardio matters a lot less than whether it's going to be fun for you to do. It can be as simple as doing 15/20 mins on an exercise bike after you're done at the gym, or dancing to kpop videos in your bedroom, or going on a moderate hike on Saturdays. If you want to add some more structured workouts, that's also great — more on that below — but IME, finding a form of cardio that you actually enjoy is a lot more important in the long run than trying to find THE perfect cardio workout.

this is the part where I yap. sorry.

SAMPLE CARDIO ROUTINE FOR LIFTERS from this amazing (very insightful!) r/fitness post by a lifting coach who's very solid

Something like this is IMO ideal if you don't have time or inclination to do much else. If it looks good to you, stop here! No need to read on. If you want more info and resources, go on

What's HIIT anyway?

sorry to be pedantic BUT I think it's important when exploring online fitness resources to know this: "light HIIT" is a misnomer. HIIT has become kind of a buzzword that's overused in fitness circles for marketing / SEO reasons, and I understand why (visibility!) but I wanted to clarify this just so you know what to look for going forward. HIIT = "High-intensity interval training": short bursts of exercise that have your heart literally jumping in your throat, followed by recovery. You're meant to give it your absolute all and flop dead like a fish on the grass when you're done. The upside is that HIIT workouts are very short; the downside is that they're very intense, and it can be kind of mentally daunting to psyche yourself up to do it.

So maybe I don't want to do the mentally daunting workout. What else is there?

NON-HIIT WORKOUTS THAT FUCK

Just because something is branded as "HIIT" when it's not, it doesn't mean it's not a damn good workout in its own right. Here is a youtube playlist from a "follow along workouts" fitness influencer who I LOVED during the pandemic (Caroline Girvan, I've yapped about her before). I used to do one of her cardio-heavy workouts once a week as an integration to an at-home fitness routine. That playlist I linked includes 92 (NINETY TWO) workouts. Some are bodyweight, some use dumbells for resistance; pick and choose.

LIGHT CARDIO

Maybe this is what you were looking for in the first place! LISS = Low-Intensity Steady Cardio. As the name implies, instead of "high-intensity bursts + recovery" style of workout, LISS workout means that you constantly keep moving at a steady rate. The downside is that LISS workouts are much longer, and maybe more dull, and you're better off doing them multiple times a week to see benefits. The upside is that they're less taxing on your body and require less recovery time, and they can be paired up with lifting days. Something like 15 mins on an exercise bike as a cooldown after lifting + one longer session (40+ min) on a day you don't lift would be what I think of as "integrating cardio into a lifting schedule" if you don't want to do anything high intensity. Replace exercise bike with walking up an incline or jogging or swimming or dancing or whatever. You can mix and match. You can take a brisk half hour walk 3 times a week and go on a hike every other weekend. Just find something that you enjoy and can stick to ( <- personally I have an audiobook I save to listen to ONLY when I'm doing chill-ish cardio to entertain me during)

Nevermind those alternatives. I want to do HIIT anyway. What do I do?

resources: introduction to HIIT writeup from r/HIIT (not famliar with the sub but the guide looks pretty solid) + some examples of HIIT workouts that you can do anywhere depending on your preferences (bodyweight training, exercise bike or rowing machine, kettlebell swings etc)

Here's an example of a follow-along HIIT workout from an influencer I think is very solid: ONE, TWO. They're 15 minutes long and pretty much what I mean when I say that HIIT is meant to be short and deadly; you do something like this, you recover, you're done.

BIG disclaimer: Don't start with any moves that are too fancy at first. Because HIIT = high intensity, that mostly translates into "doing some moves very fast to try and get your heart rate up within the interval window" and some people interpret that as trying to get in as many reps as possible. this goes extra hard for "follow along" workouts but also in general. If you're not very familiar with those moves, you can risk injury. Some HIIT routines are very dynamic, and if you don't have the movements nailed down, you're better off focusing on maintaining form rather than doing them really fast.

Other disclaimer: I would still pair up HIIT once a week with some more chill cardio on lifting days. If it's possible. But if you're doing HIIT in an intense way, that's already a lot!

TLDR

Summing up. Example of HIIT workouts. Follow alongs: one, two, three. I'd recommend doing one of these once a week if you like them, on a non-lifting day. If these aren't your speed, then a longer session of moderate cardio on a non-lifting day would be good, depending on what you have access to and enjoy. You can also do moderate cardio on lifting days if you're feeling extra motivated.

long-ass science-y article on benefits of cardio for weightlifters because I just really love this blogger

[castaway-achlys]

Welcome to the Blog!

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This is a multi-ship blog, meaning that any of my characters can (and likely will) date multiple people. That being said, those relationships will not intersect with each other.

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You can spam my messages if we're friends or mutuals, even if we're just acquainted. I don't really care, just try not to spam my inbox or vent without asking me if I'm okay with such things. I'm usually fine with vents, but I really can't always handle someone else's mental health as well as my own.

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Admin simply just is, and will occasionally pop in, most commonly in the tags.

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Castor is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.

Castor is the older twin out of him and Pollux.

Castor is transgender, female to male.

Castor uses he/him pronouns, but tolerates they/them if the person is a stranger.

Castor is pansexual, but if you ask him about his sexuality, he has no idea. He is able to love anyone, regardless of gender, genitalia, etc, if given the chance.

Castor is from the Ignihyde dorm and specializes in technology.

Castor is a first year, chosen by the mirror at 18.

Castor is a genius and extremely fast learner.

Castor's main focus and hobby is gaming, where his username is Castaway, hence the blog name.

Castor is extremely fond of animals, especially cats.

Castor has an immense amount of strength, an inhuman sense of smell and hearing, and is very fast.

Castor is only 5 feet, or 152cm, tall.

Castor has bright pink eyes and dark blue hair.

Posts will be made containing his appearance and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!

Castor's backstory.

Castor's Partners!

Suitors? Pspspsps.

♡ Archie — @nightonthemountain — June 2, 2024 — castor's north star. 🧭

♡ Che'nya — @your-local-grinning-cat — June 27, 2024 — castor's kitty. 🌙

About Pollux Achlys!

Important things about Pollux!

Pollux is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.

Pollux is the younger twin out of him and Castor.

Pollux is a cisgender male.

Pollux uses he/him mostly, but any pronouns are fine with him. Call him whatever you'd like! He is comfortable in his gender identity and doesn't believe that pronouns are indicative or equal to one's gender.

Pollux is bisexual, but has a preference for men (transgender inclusive-- transgender males are males too!)

Pollux doesn't attend Night Raven College, but if he did, he would want to be in Pomefiore.

Pollux, unlike his brother, learns things at a much slower and normal speed, and does not excel at most academics. He does enjoy learning, though, and is intelligent in his own right. (School and standardized testing is not a good measure of intelligence.)

Pollux is the one who introduced Castor to games, and plays them a lot with him. It is also his main hobby. At this time, Admin has not given him a clever username.

Pollux doesn't have a favorite animal, but enjoys bees a lot.

Pollux is also strong, but has a normal sense of smell and hearing, and isn't the fastest due to his size. He is not overweight, just a bit lanky and very tall.

Pollux is 6 feet and 1 inch, or 185cm, tall.

Pollux has features opposite to Castor-- in that he has dark blue eyes and light pink hair.

Pollux does involve himself with weed frequently, so if you're uncomfortable with that, please block the tag "tw drugs" for us! Don't worry, he's responsible! Mostly.

Posts will be made containing his backstory, appearance, and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!

Pollux's Partners!

Who is Pollux involved with? Hehe.

♡ Umbrance — @nightonthemountain — May 28, 2024 — pollux's moon. 🏔️

Other Information!

Important things that don't fit anywhere else!

Ask games will be available sometimes! They will be tagged as "ask game — (insert title)."

Castor, Pollux, and I's first ask game (still ongoing) is here!

Admin hasn't had Castor and Pollux officially commissioned for a reference of their looks yet, so picrews are available for you to get an idea of what they look like! They are tagged as "castor picrew." and "pollux picrew." and will always have a link to the picrew and any other ocs included so you can check them out!

Anon List!

Anonymous blog frequenters will be tagged as "(insert something here) anon."

🌈 anon.

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ooooo emoji asks!!

🎒🎸🐞🧣🥩❗️🌹 for rasui please !! If thats too many you can just do whatever you’re comfortable with <3 -🦐

﹙ 🍒. ﹚─── give us an excuse to ramble about our characters and we'll answer ALL OF the questions istg, thank you for this !!

﹙ 🎒. ﹚what items does your oc usually carry? do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? do they carry a lot or a little?

he carries around a cellphone — though he has no clue how to use it! the one that taught him how to answer and decline calls was tae-hyun, another syndicate leader.

he carries around an elemental symbol, a ring, to show people where he reigns from

﹙ 🎸. ﹚what’s your character’s music taste like? do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? what genres do they enjoy?

he listens to a lot of classic music. he also listens to a lot of music from his culture. mainly instrumentals and ballads. he’s not one for fast-paced music and prefers the slower kind. in general though, rasui isn’t one to listen to music too much. even though he is surrounded by it in the society of shades

﹙ 🐞. ﹚what does a perfect day look like for your oc? what do they do? who do they see?

a perfect day for rasui is one where things are moderately paced. workers and co-workers are all doing their work properly and he gets his own job done without drama or the stress of hectic missions. paper work all gets filled out and he gets to take his walks, have his drinks and water his flowers, at his office and at home. and after all of that, a good drink and nice evening with tae-hyun and lisse by his side sounds absolutely lovely.

﹙ 🧣. ﹚what comforts your oc? is it an item? an action? a person? whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

like any fire elemental, the feeling of flames is very comfortable. for someone like rasui, who specifically falls under the ember division this would include volcanic activity. ( consideringhis childhood home was quite literally a fucking volcano ). people that bring him comfort would be two other syndicate leaders as mentioned before - lisse and tae-hyun

﹙ 🥩. ﹚does your oc have any coping mechanisms? healthy or unhealthy?

the healthier ones:

when he is stressed, he partakes in a little cognitive therapy journey of his own. paying attentions to surroundings, and allowing himself to feel with all of his senses. breathing in deep and maintaining a calm over the situation. regulating his emotions properly is very important to maintain fire and magma.

chews on liqourice root rather than smoking when he gets that urge during times where he knows he can’t smoke

removes himself from a situation to regulate himself if something becomes too frustrating or overwhelming. before jumping back into it with a clearer mindset

the unhealthy ones:

often has sex with anyone that reminds him of lisse — ( it’s complicated between the two, but it’s heavily implied they are on and off ) and tries to imagine it’s her as a way of feeling less guilty about their situation.

speaking of regulating emotions, he does force his anger sometimes…

﹙ ❗️. ﹚what was the scariest moment of your character’s life? does it still affect them?

this is a spoiler, but it includes fire

﹙ 🌹. ﹚what does your oc find attractive in other people? are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? are they found in themselves?

he is very attracted to competence and intelligence. he is attracted to someone who is sure of themselves. while he prefers someone with a calm aura he does also seem to gravitate towards the people that are direct opposites of him at times. he also loves someone who appreciates their culture. someone who is hardworking. he is very attracted to his colours ( reds and golds )