#bc those are the easiest to just throw wherever ]

[gallifreyborn]

[ ok im gonna post a starter call to get things started here again. starters will be shortish probably, but youre welcome to make the replies longer & ill match-ish. if youre a multi-muse, lmk which muse im writing for ]

[luffysinterlude]

random thoughts…i’m sick in bed and my imagination gifted me this (im barely getting to dressrosa in the manga like i have no idea how canonically correct this is, forgive me) / (use of yn, fem!reader in mind, but kinda like an oc?,, zoro x reader/oc bc yes i’m biased):

donquixote!yn who escapes the family with her brother Law, only to be split up…couple of years later Law finds himself staring back at your bounty poster. a bold 77,000$ written just below…Trafalgar D. Cupid (takes Law’s name AND an alias because doflamingo is a scary man). he smiles to himself, a feeling of pride filling his chest, knowing you’re somewhere out there. he reads that you’re apart of Straw Hat Luffy’s crew, the captain who took down Crocodile in Alabasta. he makes a mental note to keep an eye on the Straw Hats, knowing how you wouldn’t have joined the guy’s crew if he wasn’t strong. mostly, just to keep an eye on you.

“oh, it’s yn, isn’t it?” Bepo beams, interrupting Law’s thoughts. “lemme see, captain.” Law barely gets to react before a paw reaches over and snatches the paper out of his hands.

“AWWWWWW. IT’S REALLY OUR YN!! Cupid, huh? still an archer….oh wow she looks so cool!! so grown up…!” The rest of the Heart Pirates gather around Bepo, all wanting to see the sister of their Captain. Aww’s and gasps fill the room as Law thinks of you, hoping that wherever you are and wherever you go, you’re safe. If anything were to happen to you, he’ll kill Straw Hat Luffy himself, and gift his heart to Sengoku in person.

somewhere across the grand line, your legs drag you to your shared quarters…throwing your bow and arrows to the side of your bedpost, you soon find yourself face planting into the mattress…muscles aching from the intense training you’ve just finished with Zoro. you feel yourself slipping into a deep slumber, that’s only until Nami barges in with a newspaper in her hand, shoving it in your face.

“YN!! LOOK!!”

on the cover, the name Trafalgar D. Law is written in bold, but it’s the striking 1,000,000$ written beneath it that make your eyes bulge…

“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!?!” Law must be a captain now….the thought makes you worried sick but at the same time curious…where have you been Law?!

“it says here your brother’s the captain of the Heart Pirates!!” a part of you wants to dwell the fact you’re technically your brother’s enemy…wants to dwell on the fact that the Heart Pirates was a dream of yours once, too. but you can’t — the tears of joy overwhelm every negative emotion, and soon your bursting out crying because you’re so proud of big brother Law. “i bet he’s proud of you too, yn.”

“i just hope he’s okay. life hasn’t been the easiest on either of us and….” your thoughts halt for a moment. you think of what Law would say if he were to be sitting in Nami’s seat right now…”c’mon yn, stop being a baby! stop cryin’, you’re stronger than that. i’m okay, we’re okay.”

you blink away those sappy thoughts as you shake your head, slightly smiling at the memory. you take a deep breath before shooting the ginger a small smile, “he’s okay. and i’m so happy.” you stare at her with loving eyes, before throwing yourself into an embrace with her. Nami reminded you of Law somehow, maybe the familial feeling you get from her, but she’s truly the one person who really knows you…aside from…

“though, i wonder how he’d react if he met Zoro.”

[emgene]

Types of Boyfriends Enhypen Would be in School

Requested Ah, have fun with this one (not edited bc no)

Jungwon -I’m pretty sure he goes to an all-boys school, yeah? -So he’s probably the type to just randomly show up at your school -Like it’s not even a surprise anymore to see him walking down the halls anymore -The teachers were confused at first, like “sir you don’t go here” -But now they’re just like “oh, there he is again. yeah they’re in room 208″ -If he’s busy, he drops food off for lunch -Everyone is so jealous of you -Like come on, you have legit one of the best boyfriends

Heeseung -Let’s pretend he’s still in school, yeah? -He’s honestly quite a useful boyfriend -Offers to carry your supplies from class to class -Helps you study for big tests -But he also distracts you a lot -Teachers are always torn on whether they should let you work together bc you do nothing but goof off, but you still get your work done so... -You can hear him humming on the way to your class and everyone’s like “oooh here he comes” -Honestly he’s just really fun to be in class with

Jay -lmao good luck -Honestly, he’s SO annoying -He teases you nonstop, but as soon as someone else does it... it’s game over for them -I see him as someone who’s very protective and it only gets worse at school -Like he keeps his arm around you and everyone knows that you’re together -Gets jealous if someone talks to you for too long (his definition of too long is different for each person) -The type to randomly stop by your class to throw a paper ball at you before heading off to his next one -His brain cells disappear whenever he works with you, teachers hate when you work together

Jake -An angel, an absolute angel -He’s so useful, more than any of the others -Always tries helping you, even if you don’t need help (he just wants to be around you) -Another one that offers to carry your supplies, but he does it even if you say no -He’s not big on pda, in my eyes at least, so the only way people really know that you’re dating is when you hold hands and the kiss on the cheek he gives you before class -Goes wherever you go for lunch and at this point the teachers just accept that he’ll be in the same room as you when he has the chance -Guys, he’s really good at math and he’ll probably let you use that to your advantage -Gives you little notes to help you with class

Sunghoon -Honestly, I think he just acts like a friend when at school -Like people know you’re together, people are kinda obsessed with him and not much can be kept secret anymore -But he’s just chill and shows affection in different ways when in public -Reminds you about any important due dates -Tells you what’s for lunch that day (and reminds you he could step out and get food if you don’t like the food that day) -He’s really good at entertaining you during the boring classes you share -Complete dork when you work together, he lives for making you laugh -You both get distracted by each other bc... damn those visuals

Sunoo -Honestly you guys were so touchy when you were just friends, that when you started dating, no one was surprised -He’s just as clingy and the teachers are disgusted -Waits outside class for you, bouncing on his toes (no one knows how he gets out of class early, the teachers have no memory of him leaving) -You walk him to class bc he gets pouty if you don’t -Teachers let you work together bc you’re the only one that can keep his attention for long periods of time -He likes putting food on your tray in a “one for you, one for me” style (lunch ladies find it very cute) -Teases you when you struggle before trying to help -Also asks you for help with the classes you’re good at

Ni-Ki -People aren’t sure if you’re dating or just friends -He’s only slightly more touchy than before -He likes saving the seat next to him for you -Teachers let you two work together bc, even though you both goof off, you still get your work done on time -Others find you two really cute bc “ah, young love” -Tbh teachers always have to snap their fingers in front of him to get his attention bc he’s always looking at you and getting distracted -You both try helping each other with school work but it... doesn’t always work -You’re in the same gym class and he always chooses you as his partner bc he... kinda likes showing off for you and that’s the easiest way for him

[cunningambitousdetermined]

i need a plot for this

yall so ive been trying really hard to get back into writing and i went to a writing camp this summer. im going to post a poem that i wrote there later bc im super proud of it but right now i have something else i need help with. SO basically there was a prompt about someone finding a letter or a note. that’s the prompt. so i wrote something, really liked it BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO TAKE IT FROM HERE. my basic ideas involve the two characters meeting each other again to do SOMETHING WHICH I DONT KNOW and slowly arcane (youll see when you read the story below) thaws and falls in love with kalon and kalon has always been in love with her and its like best friends to enemies to friends to lovers ya know? ANYWAY if you dont hate me for being inactive and needy, please read this and help me. 

Dear Arcane,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 10 years. Wow. I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this, you could’ve moved. You could be dead. Oh god, that’s dark. You’re not dead, someone would’ve told me, I’m sure. So that must mean that there’s a good chance you have this, but I’m not even sure if you’ll read it.

He was right, as he most often was. Arcane had not planned to read the letter from the moment she read her name on the envelope, written in a neat sort of messy handwriting that could only come from one person. The letter had been sitting at her desk for a week before memories began to drown her and she knew she had to open it.

That’s not the point though, I’m sure you’ll read this. You’ve always been a sucker for the intimacy of written letters. Maybe that’s why I wrote to you instead of calling.

Arcane closed her eyes, the pounding of the memories at the door slowly consuming her. She took a deep breath and let them in. The whispers started to fill the room, every word echoing off the walls, like her past had become a living, breathing thing in her room. How could he write her now? After all these years. Anger reared it's small head in the back of her mind. How could he be so casual as if he wasn't the boy who ripped her heart out and tore it to pieces. 

Maybe it’s because I did read all the letters you wrote to me. Even after the voicemails stopped filling my phone and the emails ran dry, your letters kept coming.

She remembers writing those letters, the pen shaking in her hand as it hit the paper. She remembers wondering what you said to someone like him, a friend who left you behind. The squeeze in her chest that tightened each time he didn’t reply. The break in her heart when the last letter she ever wrote was returned to her doorstep.

If you’ve read this far without tearing my letter to pieces, then I would say this is a good start to our reunion. I’ve missed you. Your stubborn ways, always trying to keep me safe. But you always came with me wherever I went anyway. I miss your secret smile, the one you saved just for me. The treehouse we built in your yard. Do you miss that? I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if I can even ask that of you.

She did miss them. But, those things that she missed were long gone. The treehouse was overgrown with vines, Arcane was sure you couldn’t even get into it anymore. She went with him on his stupid adventures because what would she do if he left and met new people? He would leave her and she would be alone. So she desperately followed him blindly, hoping it would keep him close. Arcane missed her secret smile, the genuine one she had always saved for him. He missed it. How could he miss something that he destroyed. With his one and only letter to her, he demolished any leftover love for him that hid in her heart. He couldn’t ask if Arcane wondered about him. That wasn’t fair. That night, ten years ago, was still a raw wound in her soul that she was pretty sure would never heal.

~

The rain was relentless that night, banging against every edge of the house, but a little girl was waiting by the door, not even flinching as the lightning and thunder clapped furiously. Arcane peeked her head above the window frame to find the mailman running through the storm, his frantic steps pounding through the floor of the house. Her eyes lit up with a hope that was slowly fading with each mail drop. She opened the door and hid the small smile that started to spread up her face with a cough.

“Hi, Dan!” Arcane’s voice gave away the excitement that was flooding her system.

“Hey, Arcane.” Dan couldn’t help the pitiful grin that he gave her. She waited by the door for him every day and each day there was no letter for her. It must be soul-crushing, he thought, waiting for a letter that never comes.

“Is there…?” Arcane was practically on her tiptoes at this point. Dan rifled through the letters, dread settling as her name wasn’t there. Again. And then there was a squeal. “Oh, Dan! I found it! I knew- I knew it- I told them!” Her sentences didn’t even come out fully as she beamed, her smile brighter than any ray of the sun.

Arcane had run into the house, a breeze following in her wake. Plopping down into the soft plush couch, she ripped open the envelope, not caring about the paper that flew everywhere in the room. A paper fluttered out, floating toward the ground. Arcane grabbed it, hands shaking, she could practically feel the sweat dripping down her face. Words were the easiest way to break someone. The letter only contained eleven words, yet they would stick with her for the rest of her life.

Stop writing me. None of it was real. You were nothing.

Eleven words. And they shattered her. Crumbling, shattering, a million pieces breaking. Sobs racked through her whole body, her chest shaking and trembling with each broken breath. She caught her face in the mirror hanging off the pale wall and didn’t recognize the girl that stared back. You were nothing. A scream tore through her, the ache of her heart so raw that even the sun seemed to cry, rain dripping onto the panes of the windows. And slowly, so very slowly, Arcane buried the ache and gathered the shattered pieces of her heart and encased them in an impenetrable cage, never to opened again.

~

The ache was still present now, ten years after the letter had arrived. The dullness of her buried hurt made her clench her fists around the letter that sat in her hand now, the same lopsided handwriting adorning it.

But, that’s not why I’m writing this letter. I’m writing this with an actual purpose, if you can imagine that. I didn't just write to rehash our friendship. 

Arcane could feel her eyes narrowing, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the inanimate piece of paper. An actual purpose? To break her heart all over again? This time she did roll her eyes, even though no one was there to see it. But, it wasn’t the fact that he wrote her after all these years or that his tone was friendly throughout that made her body freeze. It was the last line that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention.

In all the years that Arcane had known him, he'd never been very dependent. He often just struggled in silence and figured them out on his own. Not once, not ever, had has asked for help. But, there the sentence was inked in his slanted, loopy writing. 

I need your help.

Love,

Kalon

  ~~everything below here is stuff that doesnt have to be a part of the story but i still liked it and where it was going (idk please give me ideas)~~

The quiet, shock of the room seemed to weigh on Arcane. She flopped back onto her bed, the soft pillows cushioning her landing. I need your help. Those few, simple words, tugged at the strings that bound her heart. He needed her. The thought was fleeting as just as quickly as it came, it left. In its spot was anger. Now he needed her? After all those years when she needed him? What did he do then? Nothing. And that’s what she was going to do now. She huffed in satisfaction, tossing the envelope to the side. Her fingers reached into her hair, massaging her head. There were too many things to think about right now. Arcane squeezed her eyes shut as memories stung her eyes in the form of tears. 

~

“Please, don’t leave me.” Arcane had whispered, her small breaths filling the one room of the treehouse. 

“I don’t have a choice. You know I don’t want to go.” Kalon’s voice broke and he looked away so Arcane couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. It was silent. 

“We’ll still be best friends right?” 

“Yeah.” Kalon’s reply didn’t hold much conviction, causing Arcane to look over at him, confused, glossy eyes narrowing. 

“To the moon and back, Kal, remember?” She said, her tone desperate. It was a promise they made one night as they were watching some cheesy movie on the old television set. The boy had told the girl that he loved her too ‘the moon and back’. Kalon had then explained that the two characters said that so that they would never be apart. They could meet at the same moon, always and then they could go back. And then, they would never be fully apart. Arcane had liked that. So naturally,  she had grabbed Kal’s face and made him promise that they would go ‘to the moon and back’ if they were ever apart. It became a goodbye for them, a way of saying ‘I’ll see you soon’. 

“Yeah,” Kal had replied, a smile barely curling through his lips, “I’ll race ya there.”

~

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, letting her memories flow down her cheeks and into the bedsheets, but eventually she had to get up. She pulled herself up and off the bed, limbs protesting at the use. She just needed a few days is all, then she wouldn’t even remember what she was crying for.  Kalon didn’t mean anything to her anymore.

thank you for reading this far, i love all of you. just throw out ideas please. or give me some advice, i would love that. whether its about my writing or the plot i would love to have tips and constructive criticism on how to get better! tagging some moots who i hope dont hate me after this below the cut:

@natashxromanovf @pad-foots @griffxnnage @voidmalfoy @flxss-bxbblxs @alwaysreading @herondalesunsetcurve THANKS YALL I LOVE YOU MORE THEN I EXPRESS AND I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT DESERVE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR LOVE

[moon-in-daylight]

Odi et amo / Dhawan!Master x reader

Summary: You already knew The Master wasn’t the easiest person to put up with when you started travelling with him, but sometimes his temper makes you wonder why you even try 

Words: 2383

Note: I was going through my old Latin notes and when I found this poem I felt the need of writing this idea. My history geek side was strong while writing this, so I apologize for that. 😬

Traveling with The Master could be a little too much sometimes.

Not that you didn’t enjoy it, or that you weren’t grateful for the chance you were given to explore both time and space. You would always be grateful for everything he had done for you. For showing you the stars, and for taking you to places not even books could properly describe.

It was the most amazing experience you could have ever imagined, but sometimes his reckless behavior made things incredibly hard for you.

That time he had taken you to one of the time periods that had always aroused your curiosity, the final decades of the Roman Republic. He didn’t usually consulted you on when or where to go, he would simply set the controls on some random alien planet and let hell break lose wherever he went, but maybe hearing you talk about history with such passion as you did, had gotten him to take you there. Not that he would admit he had took you there on purpose. According to what he said when his TARDIS landed in the middle of the Forum, his ship had just casually landed there, in a completely random way.

You didn’t care what he said, though. You were simply ecstatic to be in the middle of the golden century of the Roman culture, it didn’t matter if it had been due a typo with the coordinates or whatever other excuse he tried to come up with. Only thinking about all the legendary pieces of art that were being written in the century you were visiting amazed you: Virgil’s Aeneid, Ovid’s Metamorphoses, and, of course, all of Cicero’s speeches.

For all of your student life you had heard about the myths, the battles, and everything related with the years prior the Roman Empire. But you could have never imagined you would be able to see how astonishing Rome had been in its golden century with your very own eyes.

It was simply unbelievable to think about all those historians trying to study every word written about Rome in libraries and museums when you got the chance to actually stand there. To witness the last years of one of the most important periods in western history. A period that was soon to be over, maybe even sooner than you had expected.

It had only been a few hours since the TARDIS had landed, but, as usual, it hadn’t taken long for The Master to start messing around with important historical events.

You should have probably expected it, it was always like that with The Master. He was reckless, chaotic, and he didn’t care who he killed or what he destroyed. You shouldn’t have been surprised when he used his tissue compression eliminator on one the most important historical figures of all time.

You barely had time to realize what had happened before the entirety of the Roman army started to chase you.

“You, me. TARDIS. Now!” You rushed The Master angrily. He rolled his eyes as he teleported you both back to his ship, making you disappear in front of a bunch of confused Roman soldiers. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” You asked in frustration at him. He ignored you, walking towards the console.

“He was going to die soon anyway.” The Master uninterested voice said, not paying attention to you.

“Julius Caesar wasn’t supposed to die until 44 B.C!” You reprimanded him.

The Master kept ignoring you as he moved things around the console, causing you to get angrier. Why did he had to be like that? Was it so much to ask that he didn’t kill anyone for just once? All you wanted was to spend a few hours there, maybe meet some of the authors you had read about all your life and even get the chance to talk to them. But thanks to his volatile temper all you had achieved was to become a public enemy to the Roman Republic.

“You just erased the last 10 years of his life and it may have changed the whole course of history!” Thinking about the impact of his actions, you added.

“So?” He turned to you, as if nothing happened. “He was a moron.”

“That’s not the point!” You cut him off, frustrated by how little he cared. “You can’t go around killing whoever you want!”

The Master looked at you in a threatening way, his deadly cold stare making you look away for a moment. It wasn’t the first time the two of you got into an argument like this one and you knew that he wasn’t amused by your impertinence. You had seen him destroy planets and civilizations in the blink of an eye, tear apart galaxies in a matter of hours. You knew upsetting him wasn’t the smart thing to do, but sometimes he could be so infuriating that you just couldn’t help yourself from rebelling to him.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe in an attempt to calm down his temper he walked towards you. You looked at him in awe, swallowing the lump in your throat as you did your best to hold his gaze.

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re travelling with.” He harshly said, his eyes piercing right throw you. “You’re my pet, you don’t get to tell me what to do. If you don’t like it, leave.”

You held his stare for a few more seconds before finally giving up and leaving the TARDIS. It was completely impossible to reason with him, and you weren’t sure why you even tried anymore. It always had to be his chaotic, destructive way. You loved him, but he truly was infuriating.

Sometimes you just wished he could be a bit more relaxed, more empathic. But that wasn’t the way he was. He would never be.

You walked through Rome’s crowded streets without looking back, focused only on the anger that you were feeling. In times like these, you seriously considered the possibility of just leaving his TARDIS and going back home. You didn’t want to, but his temper was too much to bear at times. There was no need or use on killing randomly whenever he felt like it, so why couldn’t he control himself? At times like this you couldn’t help but second guess why you put up with him, why you stayed by his side in despite of all the evil things he did.

You still needed him though. He had shown you the most amazing things, taken you to places in the universe you could have never imagined could exist. And you also needed him if you wanted to go back home. Retracing your steps, you found that his TARDIS was now gone. Honestly, you weren’t surprised.

Now you were stuck in the 1st century BC. Not exactly the adventure you were looking forward to.

Resigned, you walked away from the place where the time machine had been just a few moments ago and wandered again through the metropolis. You didn’t know how long you were going to be there, or if you would ever be able to go back home again. You thought you might as well get to know the place a bit, always being careful not to bump into one of the soldiers that had seen you with The Master before, of course. The last thing you needed right now was some soldier recognizing you as one of Caesar’s murderers.

Trying to be discrete, you decided to get inside the first library you found in hopes you could hide yourself there.

You were so upset that you barely could enjoy all the knowledge that surrounded you. Normally, you would have rushed through all the shelves, picking up as many books as you could and reading as much as you could from them, The Master following you close behind as he watched you with an amused expression. But The Master wasn’t there, and you didn’t feel like doing anything other than sitting in a corner and watch the hours go by.

Just a few moments ago, you would have punched the Time Lord in the face if you had seen him, and now all you could do was think of how much you would like him to be there with you. Not only because you were trapped there without him, but because things got too quiet when he was not around. You didn’t usually admitted, but his chaotic self wasn’t always that bad. Sometimes it was fun to just watch him as he got the both of you into the most absolutely twisted situations. Now that he wasn’t there, you only wished he came back.

Getting yourself lost in those thoughts, you eyed a papyrus placed in front of you. And letting curiosity take over you, you started to read it. Soon, you recognized some of the verses written in front of you. You had read those before. They were poems written by Catullus, addressed to his lover Lesbia. They had been written only a few years before the day you had landed in.  

Doing your best to understand the poems, to translate them, you looked for a specific one. It had been some time since you had last studied Latin, but you still remembered the basics. Enough to understand most of the words.

Carefully looking through the verses, you found the one you were looking for:

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.

Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

It took you a bit of effort to remember those old verses, but there was a reason why those words had popped inside your head. You roughly translated the verses:

I hate and I love. You may wonder why I do so.

I don’t know, but I feel it that way and I am tormented.

You looked at the words written in front of you, immediately thinking of The Master.

It was almost as if those verses were talking about the two of you. You hated him at times. You hated his stubbornness, his annoying arrogance. But you had been with him long enough to know that there was so much more to him than that.

He was also one of the most important people in your life. Despite his bad temper, besides his irrational anger. You couldn’t imagine what your life would be without him. Without travelling the stars with him, without being around him as his companion. You loved him and you knew that the feeling was mutual, even though he would never admit it out loud.

It was probably irrational, but that’s how you felt. And you knew deep down that you wouldn’t change it for the world. You wanted him, even though you didn’t always agree with him and even though you got mad at him sometimes.

You probably were out of your mind to feel that way for The Master. But then again, maybe he wasn’t the only psychopath travelling inside that TARDIS.

Well, he was now, you supposed, since you were stuck in Ancient Rome.

You felt a tear running down your cheek when you thought about the possibility of never seeing him again. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself, tough, you had been the one to voluntarily leave his TARDIS.

Looking up when you saw a silhouette, you quickly recognized him by the color of his coat. The Master couldn’t be any more surprised when you quickly got up and hugged him. He had to admit that that gesture of yours caught him a bit out of guard.

“I thought you had left forever.” You told him, your head buried in the crook of his neck. He slowly put his arms around you, not knowing well how to react. Showing affection wasn’t something he dealt well with, it was easier to just argue with you.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He admitted, letting his pride aside for barely a second.

He wasn’t going to admit it, but when he hadn’t found you in the first minutes after coming back for you, he had started to get worried sick that something had happened to you. He wouldn’t have forgiven himself if that had been the case, but he wasn’t planning on telling you any of it.

The both of you were too proud to form a proper apology, but this was the closest you would get to it. It was enough for you, and you hoped it would be for him too.

“Don’t ever run off like that again.” The Master said, letting go of you as he put back that front of his again. It was surprising to see how even him had that soft spot too.

Silently, he guided you back to the TARDIS. For the whole way back, you were still consumed by your thoughts, your mind remembering that poem every time you looked in his direction. You felt something strong for him, and you knew he felt it back. If it had been any other person, he would have never came back.

Once in the TARDIS, he walked back to the console, carefully looking at you from the corner of his eye so you wouldn’t notice. Since you hadn’t said a word in several minutes, he supposed you were still mad at him.

“I know this isn’t how you had pictured this adventure, but I-“ He started, but you quickly cut him off. You knew how hard it was for him to say those words.

“It’s okay.” You said, placing yourself beside him in the console. “Maybe I overreacted too. You were right about Caesar being a moron after all.” You laughed.

The Master turned to you with an amused gesture on his face. It wasn’t every day that either of you apologized to the other.

“You can keep him, if that's any consolation.” He searched for the miniaturized version of the Roman general in his pocket, offering it to you.

“I can’t believe you kept him.” You took him into your hands, analyzing it closely. You couldn’t help the smile from forming in your face. “You’re the absolute worst, I hate you!”

“No, you do not.” The Master smirked at you as he pulled a lever of his ship, taking you to your next adventure.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Risky 5 Minutes

AN: Loosely based on Mod T’s fantasy from @iwouldfuckthemaster, give them a follow if you haven’t yet. They’re a great source of inspiration. I've been holding onto this for over a week bc I wasn’t happy with it but I finally got it a point that is good enough. It’s also a lot softer than I expected; apparently, I cannot write smut that isn’t somewhat soft.

Word Count: 2480

Warnings: smut/lemon, risk of exposure

Description: The Master and you take a risk while the Doctor and fam are right outside.

You had always felt a bit awkward about being attracted to the Master. It felt strange to consider yourself a friend of the Doctor's while you wanted to have sex with his enemy. Also said enemy was a criminal who could easily decide to kill you at any moment. So, not the safest crush to have. But the advantage to your poorly placed crush was that you were able to spot him no matter the disguise. You didn't understand how it worked, just that it did. You would see him -not whatever part he was playing. The Doctor had claimed it was some form of telepathic recognition that you shouldn't be able to do, you were only human after all. He liked to tease you that it must be your spy senses from working in MI6. Completely ignoring that all you did was office work.

So when O walked through the door to MI6 all sweet and shy smiles you knew it was an act. That he wasn't some soft-spoken analysis with an interest in aliens. It only took you a few seconds to realize it was the Master. Not that you could tell anyone. You didn't have any proof after all and they would ask for proof. That and no one at MI6 believed in the extraterrestrial. Which had made the times they teamed up with UNIT in the past very awkward. You should tell someone, but there was nothing you could say to convince anyone except that you just knew.

You also couldn't tell the Doctor...

You could claim that it was because you couldn't be sure what point of his timeline would answer all you like. You did tend to meet his different incarnations with no real or clear pattern to the encounters. One day it could be the white-haired Scott, the next the trenchcoat-wearing Doctor, and after that the overeager child-like brunette. Completely random. But you knew the true reason you couldn’t tell the Doctor was a lot simpler.

You didn't have the Doctor's phone number. Yeah... when you said you were friends with the Doctor it was more like acquaintances. You had traveled with him only a few times. Those few times more often than not had you running into the Master too.

So it wasn't your attraction to the Master alone that made you just give in and go with whatever his scheme was this time. It was knowing that you didn't have a chance of stopping him yourself and there was no one to turn to who could. UNIT was gone, as was Torchwood, no one in MI6 would believe you, and no way of contacting the Doctor. You might as well go along with it and enjoy the ride. If he didn't kill you when he noticed you...

Somehow the two of you had gotten involved with each other. It was beyond you how it had really happened. Or even worked. Sure, you had mentioned that you weren't going to try and stop him when he discovered you knew it was him. Still, it didn't seem like enough of a reason for him to let you live. Perhaps the Master got a sick joy out of getting a former "pet" of the Doctor's to choose to let him bring about humanity's destruction.

Along with not killing you, he had decided that you and O should date each other. You knew it was to give him an excuse to keep an eye on you in the office but he was very invested in something that was a charade. He would buy you flowers, take you out on dates. It was weird. Yet you went along with it. No hesitation. Might as well enjoy him spoiling you even if it was a facade. The Master has called you cute before- when you were traveling with the Doctor. You were sure it didn't mean anything though. There was no way he was actually interested in you, it was just a part of his scheme. It had to be. Better to be cautious and wary now than devastated later on.

The whole situation was wrong- especially since you vaguely knew about his latest plan- but you couldn't find it in you to stop any of it. Attraction makes people overlook weird things. Like the fact that the Master wanted to destroy your entire species.

Following him to the Outback had been one of the best decisions of your life. While away from MI6 he could embrace being the Master again. It was fun, dangerous, and reckless. You also learned that the Master was more than willing to act on his attraction to you. It had not been faked like you had assumed. You had been sore -everywhere- for a week after the first day in his TARDIS. 

It was more than you had hoped for when you told him you knew who he really was. You kinda expected to die that day. So being alive and getting to have sex with the person you had been lusting over for a long time: definitely a major win for you.

However, there was a downside. It was incredibly embarrassing once the Doctor showed up. Here you were being called an old friend and you were lying to his -well now her- face. Her greatest enemy was right here in front of her face. And you were sleeping with him! You couldn't find it in you to feel too guilty though. Being with the Master was fun- even if it might not end well. So you weren't going to be the one to reveal the Master's identity.

It had been strange to be in the Master's TARDIS when it looked like a shack in the Outback. Knowing that this apparent shack could travel anywhere, anytime. It was even weirder when you were there with O instead of the Master. The one place that you couldn't see the Master hiding who he really was, but here he was doing just that and fooling the Doctor flawlessly.

As soon as the Doctor had shown up things got chaotic. Well, even more chaotic than the Master made things by himself. You had never met the creatures the Master was working with. It made it easier to be truly surprised by everything happening. Barely any acting required. Everything that happened was still absolutely crazy even knowing part of what was going on!

It wasn't long before the Doctor had decided to grab the rest of her "fam". It was strange to call the group traveling with her that. It was so different from what you were used to.

After the Doctor had grabbed the rest of her "fam" from wherever they were in the world they had gone outside to talk. O had claimed that the two of you would join them soon. You raised an eyebrow at this. Why were the two of you not joining them now?

The two of you apparently, "Just had to edit the program running to analyze the readings from the creatures. Should take no more than 5 minutes."

You knew something was up. The two of you had already done that while the Doctor was gone picking up the "fam". Not suspicious at all.

The second the door closed behind them you hit the wall. The Master pushed his body roughly against you to keep you pinned there. You were startled and confused. What did you do to make him angry? You had played your part, they had no idea what was really going on! Wide-eyed you looked up at the Master. Your confusion remained until the Master walked his hand up your leg, under your dress. 

Oh! You smiled at the thought of his chosen name. A quickie against the wall? Consider you interested. He wasn't mad, he was horny. He was in for a nice surprise. You had gotten dressed in a hurry since he had given you little warning that the Doctor was on their way. Throwing on a dress had been the easiest option. 

"No panties," he said in a somewhat growly voice. "Good girl, that will make this easier."

You didn't fully realize the situation you were in until he was quickly unzipping his pants. You were about to have a 5-minute quickie where the Doctor and her companions could possibly hear you. Or even just walk in on the act! It was risky. It was also making you very wet.

"You seem to like this idea," he murmured in your ear as he felt how wet you were getting. Pulling his hand away as he stated, "Perfect. Clock is ticking, we don't have any time for foreplay. Always loved a ticking clock."

As he said this he slammed into you with a wicked smile and no real warning. His hand covering your mouth and the yelp you made. You could taste yourself on his fingers.

"Have to be quiet pet," he glanced at the computer screens. "The Doctor and her "fam" are just on the other side of this wall." The way he said “fam” told you how dumb he felt the title was.

He then gave you another smile this one promising mischief and destruction. 

"In fact, the Doctor is leaning up against the wall right where I've got you now."

You could feel the heat of your blush as you thought about the Doctor being right there. So close to you being used by her enemy. Hearing any noise you dared to make. 

The Master didn't waste any of your 5 minutes, proceeding to pound into you roughly. You brought a leg up to wrap around him, giving him better access. 

You did your best to stay quiet but a few times you couldn't help but start to moan or whimper. Anytime you started to make noise his hand tightened on your throat, stopping you from vocalizing. It wasn't long until you were lightheaded enough that any of your attempts to make a sound would have been as quiet as a whisper. That fact didn't stop the Master from continuing to grip your neck tightly. It was possible you would have a light bruise the next day... Good thing that this plan of his wouldn't last long enough for the others to have a chance to notice. Else he would blow his own cover at this rate.

As he got closer to his release you tried to bring yourself closer with your thoughts alone. Focusing on what you were feeling. Every harsh thrust, the twitch of his hand around your throat. The lightheadedness from the lack of air.

 It was a rule of the Master's that when you couldn't ask for permission to cum that you could only cum when he did. It had come about during your first day in his TARDIS when he had gagged you. Realizing that you couldn’t beg him for your release he had come up with the rule idea. It hadn’t stopped you from trying to beg through the gag.

You really needed to cum now, while you could. You didn't think you could handle playing your part of the innocent, unknowing companion of the Doctor while horny. At least not well enough to keep the Doctor from being suspicious of something.

 Even if it was just suspicion that you and O were intimate with each other. The Doctor would ask way too many questions. She might even hyperfocus on the two of you to make sure she thought you were right for each other. The Doctor could be overbearing in that way. It would also make it harder to keep the Master's cover.

You refocused in on the situation you were in now. No need to kill the mood by worrying about the future. The 5 minutes were almost up and anyone could walk in and see you being used by your Master. Just thinking of how close you were to the time limit made you dizzy. Or that could just be the lack of air. Probably a mix of both at this point. 

You were close and you were sure the Master was too. He had somehow picked up his pace even more, getting rougher. His nails were digging into the skin of your neck. The marks left by them would, fortunately, be hidden by your hair. Each thrust started to make you see black fuzz. The Master went over the edge. The feeling of him releasing inside of you helped almost put you over the edge, but you weren't cumming yet. You were so close, it was frustrating. It would be so disappointing to miss this chance.

"So close aren't you pet. I suppose I can be nice this time," he murmured into your ear.

He brushed his hand against your clit while he was still filling you with his release. It tipped you over the edge just in time for you to still have permission to cum. You stayed silent during your release. You were not going to ruin the moment by making a sound now! With how crushed your neck felt you doubted you would have been able to anyway.

You felt something from his hand be pressed into you as he pulled out. Trapping his release inside of you. He was being generous today! Both making sure that you got to cum and that the evidence wouldn't leak out and down your leg in front of the others. Once he pulled away from the wall you got on your knees. Licking away any remaining cum on him before he zipped up his pants.

"What a good pet you are, love. So well trained! I'll have to keep taking good care of you," he paused before adding on a quiet admission. "I want you to last a long time by my side."

Your heart fluttered. This wasn't a one-time thing to get at the Doctor. He actually wanted you around. As he said this he offered you his hand like it was normal. As if he hadn't just admitted his affection for you beyond a quick lay and bothering the Doctor. Grabbing the hand he offered you were pulled to your feet as if you weighed nothing. You felt good, used but good. He handed you a water bottle after you were standing.

"Thank you, Master," you whispered to him. You didn't dare risk being overheard calling him by his name. 

He gave you a soft smile with just a pinch of mischief behind his eyes. It looked like a blend between the Master and his persona, O. It was really weird to predominantly see O in him considering how he just roughly wall fucked you.

"I take good care of my pets. Unlike the Doctor. Now, let's rejoin the others and enjoy how clueless they are to you having just been thoroughly used by your Master."

[afoxysunny]

Robbie as Bullock

This post will probably differ from the others in structure and be a lot longer for one big reason

When choosing Miraculous for the Lazytown characters i really wanted to only use ones that we've already seen in use in Miraculous Ladybug and know how they work from there.

For Robbie i broke that rule. I don't really remember what first made me consider it but it probably had to do with the fact that i think the Ox Miraculous, just aesthetically, would fit Robbie perfectly!

So for this one i had to start from scratch completely, no reference for a canon hero design, no idea what power or weapon he'd get, no clue what the phrase to transform could be.

Of cause i used the most references for him but here are the ten i found most important

Obviously i don't expect any of my speculations to become even remotely canon once we find out what Stompp, the Ox Miraculous, actually does but i hope it at least makes sense for now.

I like how I've drawn all the others standing head on to face the camera and Robbie just leans there. That's because you have to think he doesn't care, the little Tsundere

Concept Overview:

In the Miraculous Ladybug episode we meet all the Kwamis, including Stompp, he is the most actively concerned about Nooroo so now that the Butterfly Kwami is back I'm sure Stompp would want to stay around him. With Sportacus partnering with Nooroo, teaming up Robbie and Stompp made the most sense to them.

Design Notes Incoherent Thoughts I had to justify what I'm Drawing:

Purple and Blue - it amused me no end that with the choices i made blue Sportacus got a purple Kwami and purple Robbie got a blue kwami. I did kinda dislike at first how little blue the costume has in comparison to purple but i decided i don't have to make a decision because apparently the canon show can't make up its mind about Stompp's colour either. The blue and purple can always be swapped if i decide i don't like it

Harness - Ox' are hard working animals, mostly used to pull heavy objects. For that purpose they get strapped into a harness. Obviously i had to include that in this design, the chain hanging from the collar around his neck has a similar purpose (it only occured to me way too late how kinky it looks please ignore that)

Cape? No cape? - because of the imbalance in colours i briefly considered giving him a cape like a Matador would have but only for a second or so. I wanted to keep Robbie's iconic body shape untouched by a bunky cape, also the few times he wore a cape in the show he really struggled with it and also i think it would've clashed with the tail

Tail - speaking of which, an ox' tail has that frizzy end to it but i really liked the chain as his tail so to emulate the thicker part at the end i hung a padlock there. And that really worked. Not only bc that's just how bulls and ox are kept in check with their strength but also because the oblong shape of a combination lock makes for a fitting shape and can be used in universe. You see, Robbie is not that good with just saying what he wants or expressing how he feels. This four letter combination lock is magic and kinda betrays and helps him at the same time. It spells out any given four letter word that fits his mood best at any given moment

Miraculous Nosering - if a Lazytown character would unironically get a nosering, it'd be Robbie. I'm sorry, i don't take criticism on that

Horns - he needed horns. He just did. Look how good he looks with horns! But for real, in Miraculous Ladybug Chat Noir gets actual cat ears so he can get actual horns, also like Chat he the white parts of his eyes turn yellow like Stompp's while keeping his signature grey iris

Hair - ox' are mostly shown with like bangs covering their eyes so i couldn't resist ruffling his usually so perfectly done hair up to make it fall a little like that

Weapon - my first thought of "Miraculous takes cliché traits for animals to base their powers on so i guess bullfighting is the way to go here" made me really sad. This "Sport" is so disgusting i wanted to cry and puke while reading about it. I'll spare you the details but in addition to the Matador in the arena there's other guys too to weaken the bull before the Matador kills it, one of them throws knives. Miraculous Ladybug likes combining weapons with toys so I'm giving him darts. They are fastened to the front of his harness and i think how they can be used is along the lines of, once he zhrows them with his super strength and they pin into something they can only be removed when he allows that, also like the ladybug's jojo they can fly how long and whatever direction he wants, and probably also is able to just manifest them back to himself if ever one gets lost

Miraculous Power - again, just pure speculation here, but the powers we so far know of are all loosely based on an exaggerated cartoon trope of each animal so for the ox that is hard working and persistent and for the bull that'd be aggression and tunnel vision. While typing this i get the urge to add blinders to his mask but i digress. So i made up an exaggerated power that'd fit both but when i told my test group (two people) one said "oh, kinda like Bloodhound from Apex Legends" and the ozher said "so like hunter's mark from DnD" i play neither so i don't know but maybe you do do that's the short version of the explanation xD his power is based on the cartoonish depiction of a bull seeing something that bothers him and then charging at it for as long as he can until he gets it. Once Robbie focuses on an enemy or someone running away or someone he is following for whatever reason he can use his power to keep track of them. No matter how far away they go or where they try to hide. It sounds OP as shit but think of the Snake and Bunny who can both time travel and then say that again. The catch is he needs to use it while that person is still in clear sight for him so i think it balances a little better

Name:

Do you know the difference between a Bull and an Ox? Well, let me mansplain it to you anyway

The reason i kept switching between drawing inspiration from bulls and ox' is because it's the same animal. Those are both names for an adult male cow. The only difference being that an ox is castrated and a bull is not. Stompp is the Ox Miraculous so tough nuts Robbie, literally. But making babies isn't really on his to do list anyway with Sportacus as his partner so who cares.

Anyway, I had the design done and like always i struggled a lot with naming it

But then i learned a Bullock is not only a cool word that seems to be a mix of bull and lock like his design is but it also is the official name of a male cow too young to be castrated yet! Isn't that just perfect? I think it is

Also I'll include in this section the phrases one needs to speak to have Stompp transform them into this Ox themed Superhero and for the power to activate. If you think of something more fitting for either please let me know!

Transformation:

simple version - horns up / horns down

More detailed - time to charge / time to loaf

(charging is when a bull starts running blindly at something; loafing is the professional farmer term for a resting cow)

Power: Target Charge, Locked On, or my personal favorite option Head-On. Again going with the more in depth terminology, that's what the running style of a bull is called when he's chatging at a target

Story:

Robbie lived in Lazytown but when the kids grew louder and older and he got more annoyed wih not having his peace and quiet he just up and left. He spent a lot of time traveling around, living wherever it was comfortable and leaving when it wasn't anymore. Thanks to being an inventor and overall talanted crafty person he got by pretty easily as there was always a company running on "hire a lazy person for an important job, they'll find the easiest solution for the most complicated problems" so he never really had to worry.

Whether by coincidence or fate Robbie and Sportacus run into each other and despite Robbie being a little difficult they both immediately feel strangely drawn to one another. With time going by they meet more often, at first more or less by chance but eventually they plan to meet up regularly. They might have very different ways of doing it but they share a common lifestyle: helping out others to live a comfortable and fulfilling life.

Only after Sportacus was chosen to be the new Guardian of the Miracle Box he finally asks Robbie to join him, full time by his side traveling in his airship around the world wherever they may be needed. Of cause only for moral support and such, obviously. You see, they always enjoyed each others company and sort of over time eased into a relationship like coexistence but neither of them ever really acknowledged that. Only when Sportacus got Nooroo's power to sense other people's feelings that barrier of miscommunication fully fell. Robbie is incredibly bad with conveying his emotions but now Sportacus can sense that he has potentially the most powerful and purest emotions he ever encountered. Not only is each feeling of his powerful but when there is more than one at play they don't mix together and muddy each other but instead boost even more. He knew before that he wanted Robbie to join him but that discovery made it a necessity.

Despite not being able to actually say so Robbie is thrilled to come along. Only over time and with a lot of painfully slow conversations they manage to agree to make their relationship official.

Stompp, the sassy Ox Kwami, regularly bursts out of the Miracle Box to want to check on Nooroo and slowly he and Robbie bond over telling Sportacus and Nooroo to go easier on themselves and let a little responsibility get taken off their shoulders so eventually they team up and Bullock is created.

Thanks to Robbie's hard work to better himself with Sportacus' help, Stompp's magic transformation provides him with a tail that conveys his feelings for him.

When they hear that Lazytown has been wiped clean of grown-ups Sportacus immediately flies them over there so Robbie can check on his hometown. Finding only a few children, now teens, left there Robbie recognizes them and the two form the plan to give them Miraculous' too so they can help to find their lost family, friends and neighbors and fight together to bring them back.

Wow that was so much to read and you did it! I'm so impressed and thankful! You deserve a pat on the back (if you want one) and a cookie and/or sportscandy on your way out

[antistudyblr]

anon asked:

hey there! so from "things i learned during my first year of college" that u posted,it said that you took a double major and i wanna know is it difficult to manage time for study? do u have maybe some advice for those who want to take double major? bc im planning to take a double major next year😊

As someone debating a double major in English and Latinx studies (or a major and a minor: we’ll see), I personally haven’t had too much difficulty in managing my time for studying! Generally, life isn’t too different from someone only majoring in one subject. You just have a make a schedule and do your best to follow it.

Of course, the difficulty of making that schedule highly depends on what majors you’re planning on taking. A double major in English and History tends to be easier than a double major in Statistics and Creative Writing, as there’s more overlap between the fields and you’ll be more likely to be able to double-count classes and, as such, take fewer. But people every day make double majors that have nothing to do with each other work!

If you’re planning on pursuing a double major, remember that you have to consider scheduling on two metrics: study time during the semester during your individual classes and making sure you finish all requirements in order to graduate in 8 semesters (or whatever length you plan to be in school).

semesterly (these apply to basically everyone, regardless of number of majors)

Develop good habits: No matter how many majors you have, make sure you develop and maintain good study habits. You may be taking more classes than some others (maybe not, really it depends) so it becomes more important to get sleep, study for tests and write papers ahead of time, and all that.

Know your limits and stick to them: Set your time to study, your time to do extracurriculars, your time to hang out with friends without stressing and so on and do your best to respect them. Stuff happens, but you need to take care of yourself. 

Don’t overload on one type of class: In my experience, having 3 or 4 writing-intensive classes or labs or math classes all at once can be incredibly stressful because there’s no way to switch gears. Trying to diversify what you’re taking in a given semester by throwing in one of your mandated history classes in with all the science can do wonders.

Don’t overload, period: Especially if double majoring, you might have a heavy semester or two in there while working to get everything done. But if you’re petitioning the credit limit every semester or constantly stressed and not sleeping (no matter how many majors you’re taking tbh), make sure that what you are doing is working for you mentally, physically, financially, and emotionally. You don’t have to double major to be successful and an extra line on your resume isn’t worth working yourself to burnout.

The add/drop period is your friend: Use this to balance your schedule into something you can manage. Get the syllabi and a feel for a class and professor, and decide if that’s going to be manageable combined with everything else you’re doing. If you do drop a class, go back to your master schedule (discussed below) and adjust accordingly.

macro-scheduling (aka making your 4-year plan)

Know the policies: This is everything from how many credits you need to graduate to how many classes you can take a semester. I would suggest reading the websites for both your departments, as well as the registrar’s office, and maybe the advising office in order to answer these questions (at least)

Can I double major at my university?  (If you’re asking, I assume this is a yes, but it’s always a good idea to check) Are there any university-wide rules or limits to double-majoring?

What are the general education requirements that I need to complete aside from my majors?

What is the credit limit/semester? How do I petition to raise the credit limit if I need to? How many credits do I need to graduate?

What are the policies on double-counting classes for the university? For my major departments?

What classes do I need to take to complete these majors? Do I have to take them in a certain sequence? (It’s also a good idea to see if these departments offer minors and what those requirements are, just in case.)

Can I place out of any classes in my major? Gen-eds?

Make a plan and write it down: Jotting down a rough idea of when you plan to take classes is a good idea for anyone going to college but if you’re planning on doing anything like a double major, it’s basically necessary. Lay out your gen eds, your major requirements, classes you want to take for fun and make yourself a schedule that lays out what you should be taking every semester to get out on time. I find using a spreadsheet easiest, because you can easily color-code, calculate how many credits you have toward graduation, and make edits (you will need to make edits). This is mine via Google Sheets:

Be supported by your adviser: You should go in with an understanding of the policies discussed above, because a lot of the time, your adviser won’t be familiar with the specifics. However, they should be willing to help you figure out how to make your schedule work if you’re having trouble or help find answers to remaining questions: giving you people to contact, websites to visit, etc. If they keep trying to talk you out of double majoring or not helping you figure out the best way to go about it, try to switch advisers as soon as possible. You’ll need solid institutional support.

Try to double-count where possible: You don’t want to do more work than necessary. Cut down wherever possible in number of classes you have to take you don’t have to take a summer class or an extra semester.

Be flexible: You might get a great internship or job offer one fall that leaves you unable to take as many classes as you like, or you might have a rough semester that requires you to retake a class. As your schedule changes, you might find it makes more sense to do a major and a minor or take classes over the summer. Be prepared for things to change and take it as it comes.

if you have any further questions, comments, concerns, coup d’etats let me know

[captain-oblivious]

how to make people think you have your shit together: a guide

(based on my [a 22-yo] experience with having friends unexpectedly stop by at my apartment for the past half year; and also with living pretty much completely alone for the past 4 years or so)

feel free to pick and choose from these points as you see fit; even just adding one or two of them to your routine helps! also note that I’m in Canada, so some of you folks may have different customs about being a polite host and whatnot, but the cleaning stuff should be mostly universal.

putting this under a cut bc wow this got long!

general hosting shit:

have a wide variety of tea and offer it to everyone who enters your home; keep at least one moderately-nice tin of loose leaf in case you encounter a tea snob. bonus points if you know what kinds of tea you have by memory (I’m still working on that one). also, it’s a good idea to have milk/sugar (or at least sugar) in case people take their tea with that

if coffee is your thing, have some sort of coffee to offer, though tea is generally easier bc it generally involves less prep/cleaning

always have some sort of moderately-fancy snack to offer with the tea, like those assorted biscuits you see at catered events

if your guests decline snacks/beverages, keep offering them at one-hour or so intervals in case your guests suddenly realize they’re peckish/thirsty. if you have trouble keeping track of time, try to remind yourself to ask anytime you grab a snack/drink for yourself, or anytime you return from using the bathroom

if you have an entry closet, offer to hang everyone’s coats (if they’re wearing any) up if you’re able to do so; people love that shit and it makes you look mature

if you’re chilling with people you’re close with, offer them (clean!) blankets. people love blankets.

hardcore mode (advanced hosts only): if there’s a meal you can cook consistently without fucking it up, always have ingredients for it on hand, and offer to make it for people if it’s around some sort of mealtime

general cleaning:

for prioritizing cleaning, messes from grossest-appearing to least gross-appearing are roughly: dirty toilets and sanitary waste, rotten food, (depending on smelliness those two can switch places sometimes,) dirty bathrooms, non-rotten food waste, non-food waste (used tissues, used makeup wipes, etc) dirty laundry, recycling waste, (clean, empty cans/bottles, scrap paper, etc; non-clean cans/bottles are food waste and therefore more gross,) dusty surfaces.

so generally, the gross parts of the bathroom are probably your biggest priority, followed by any food waste you have lying around (bc that can stink up your whole apartment). next, prioritize wherever you expect your guests to be; you may be able to get away with not cleaning the kitchen if you don’t expect them to go in there. but if you do, keep that clean as well. kitchen countertops are one of the dirtiest surfaces in homes.

as a whole, note that cleaning is much more difficult to do if you marathon it all at once; it’s much more manageable if you focus on small areas (like, say, your toilet, or your desk) and spread it out over the week. but that doesn’t mean that there’s no hope if you have only short notice:

if cleaning is tough for you, keep a supply of antibacterial surface wipes on hand so that you can quickly wipe down any surface (countertops, tables, toilet seats) that might be looked at by someone when you only have 10 minutes notice of a guest entering your home

keep some closet space free to quickly toss in anything you’ve left lying around on the floor so that your guests don’t see too much shit lying around

people are willing to forgive messes a lot more if your place doesn’t smell. baking soda under sinks, in the fridge, and wherever you store garbage works wonders. trying to mask odours with febreeze or whatever… not so much, though that can be done in a pinch. (a lot of people are sensitive to the smell of stuff like febreeze, though, so using it may be inadvisable.) ofc the easiest way to stop odours is to prevent them from happening in the first place.

those swiffer mops are useful for a quick and relatively effortless sweep of non-carpet floor. or take an old pair of socks, spray them with a (skin-safe) cleaning product of your choice, and then slide around your living space in them. (you can then rinse these socks off, wring them out, and thrown them in the laundry)

carpets are a pain in the ass, but if you have carpet odour and some time on your hands, sprinkle some baking soda and leave it on the carpet before vacuuming it up. also, try to own a vacuum if you have non-removable carpet (or borrow one from a friend once in a while) bc carpets are magnets for gross shit

DO NOT MIX CLEANING PRODUCTS. YOU CAN DIE.

the less clutter you have lying around, the cleaner your place will look, so keep clutter to a minimum as much as possible. a friend of mine says you can do this my making sure “each thing has its place.” don’t worry, I haven’t gotten the hang of this one, either, but it’s a nice thing to keep in mind

do not underestimate the power of wall hangers. even those removable stick-on ones. you can keep surface clutter down much more easily by having those, and they’re a visual reminder for you to clean. things I’ve hung on wall hangers: towels/dish towels, oven mitts/pot holders, scissors, spatulas, small cutting boards, hats, a guitar, etc.

if you leave a lot of slips of paper lying around, a cork board is a great way to get rid of some of those

kitchen:

if you haven’t done your dishes, just make it look like you’ve just had a meal and are cleaning up. people don’t generally pay enough attention to realize that you probably didn’t use 4 mugs just to cook breakfast

if you really have difficulty doing the dishes sometimes, it’s okay to use disposable ones on your off days

rinse out your bottles and cartons and shit so that your recycling doesn’t smell and hence so that you can go longer periods without throwing it out 

take out your trash; there’s really no hack to this one, though if you have a small compost bin and don’t produce a lot of compost, you can keep it from smelling by keeping it in the freezer. (of course, put it in the freezer before you throw anything in it; don’t throw a full compost bin in the freezer)

if you have trouble remembering to take out your trash, keep the trash bin in a visible location (not under the sink); this also often makes taking out the trash seem like less of an ordeal

take a permanent marker and write food expiry dates on your food in large letters; this makes it easier to tell at a glance when food needs to be eaten/thrown out. it also helps for stuff that says things like “consume within 7 days of opening” and shit, and for produce, you can write when you bought it so that you have an idea of how long it’s been around. expired food is smelly and tends to gross people out more than, say, dirty laundry

you can get nifty containers that attach to your fridge and can store all sorts of shit. even ones that aren’t meant for kitchens can work; i use a little basket made for school lockers to hold pens and markers for the kitchen

try to keep the sink clean and unclogged; having bits of food left in the drain guard thing can get smelly

bathroom:

if your tub looks less-than-clean, just close the shower curtain. make sure you have a pretty shower curtain that isn’t transparent

every shower curtain I’ve seen was machine washable. so machine wash your shower curtains, at least once a month or so. you can wash them with your clothes, generally.

even if scrubbing the toilet is tiring, you can p much avoid that if you soak it in that toilet cleanser shit on a regular basis

keep a lidded, lined (with a trash bag) trash bin in your bathroom; folks who menstruate tell me they appreciate that sort of thing

if you don’t want people looking through your bathroom cabinets, keep an extra roll of toilet paper in a visible and obvious place

OWN A TOILET PLUNGER. you do not want to be caught without one.

people look at mirrors a lot, so keeping those clean helps make your bathroom look a lot cleaner

bedroom:

if you anticipate guests seeing your bed at any point, make your bed; a lot of people your age probably don’t, so it makes you look fancy even if the rest of your room is a disaster

and finally:

remember to take care of yourself! it’s much easier to handle having people over and to keep up with chores and such if you yourself are feeling well. also, you’re not obligated to host anyone to your home if you can’t/don’t want to! if you invite someone into your home, then you are doing them a favour, and if they can’t respect that, then they don’t deserve your courtesy!

so, yeah. again, some of these things are more difficult to do than others; pick and choose as many as you want/can, every little bit helps!

I hope this helps someone! in any case, I’m also posting this for my own reference tbh bc I forget these myself, sometimes. but my depressed ass generally manages to keep on top of most of these, and because of that, people who visit my place think that I’m actually a Mature Adult™

(well, except for my parents, but their standard of cleanliness is at the “unused hotel room” level, which is p much unachievable to me. meh, you can’t make everyone happy.)