#but I don't want to get something that can't be moved easily in the student-apartment shuffle

[dandelionsandderivatives]

Update on the home organization front: I've managed to get at least some of the things into places that make sense, and I'm trying to make some sort of list of what things/categories need to be sorted.

Weirdly enough, the kitchen is not one of these places; I feel like I have a pretty good idea of where I like all my kitchen things to be, and most of them are in those places. There's some tweaking that needs to be done, of course, but the space is usable.

Clothes, craft supplies, and papers are the big places that need help. I'm pretty sure those can be broken down into smaller categories, but not yet sure how.

[valeriele3]

Yandere!ALL⊿tius x Reader

All ALL⊿tius members

Supposed to be yandere HC's abt them in bulleted form but.. that clearly didn't work out

Finn Kinase

Clingy and possessive type:

We can already tell that Finn is clingy and likes affection through his route, so I can see him as the overly clingy yandere type.

I can see his darling just thinking it's his love language, not really minding it at first, but as time goes on. Finn's affections grow stronger.

So strong to the point that it would feel suffocating.

What? Are you talking to someone outside of the ALL⊿tius members?

"Who are they? What's your relationship with them?" You can expect questions like these to arise.

He does try to hold back on his affections and questions, as he doesn't want to make his darling uncomfortable.

Just show enough but not too little or too much (he ends up showing too much most of the time, though. He can't help it. Just being around you makes him lose all sorts of control he has over his body).

Like a human who lost all reason, a beast. Still overly romantic, though. Expect a fresh bouquet of roses and little trinkets he finds every week. Do note, don't let anyone else give you flowers or gift you trinkets; that's his job. No one else can do that.

Hikaru Kirishima

Definitely started at high school.

Or... We can go to the classic road of "childhood friends that grew apart only to meet again in high school."

You may or may not have forgotten him, but what's for sure is that he never forgot you.

You were his first crush, and first crushes are not something you easily forget now, right?

You've always been on the back of his mind, like a fond memory he would sometimes look back on, but wait...is that you?!

He can't believe he met you again. He wanted to reconnect with you, but every time he would approach, some other student would drag him somewhere.

That's the consequence of being popular.

And so, he opted to just admire you from a distance. If only it stuck to admiring... But alas, humans can't control their feelings.

He found himself slowly falling for you. Over time, he's managed to memorize your schedule, who you talk to, which ones are friends or not, the route you take to school, and what time you usually go to and out of school.

He swears he didn't mean to look like he's stalking you! You just happened to be going the same way he is! His house requires him to take a different route from yours.

Just let him watch a bit more, alright? He'll leave you alone soon.

But oh...both of you had to move away right after high school… He often found himself thinking about you during his time at college, and even when he had already started working as ALL⊿tius' manager.

Ah, maybe you guys are truly meant to be... he thought as he saw you standing in the lobby, talking with Shuu.

This time... this time he won't ever let you go.

He's already let you go several times; there's just no stopping fate.

You guys are meant to be. It's written in the stars, and you can't rewrite the stars, can you?

Also definitely the sweet and caring kind of Yandere.

Just make sure you don't treat anyone else the same as you do him lest we get a news report the next day about someone getting food poisoning and almost getting run over multiple times.

But other than the murders and blackmail, Hikaru is a perfect loving partner.

Noah Uzuki

Noah would definitely use his hacking skills to find out every single detail he can about you. He can and will do it. He even does it at the start of the story when Shu asked him to look into our character. For the yandere part, I feel like he started taking an interest in his darling when he was doing a background check on them on behalf of Shu, or we can go wayyy back to before he was an idol when he was still streaming and playing games.

If we were to go with "when he was still streaming," I imagine his darling to be someone that he always played games with. Gaming sessions last for the whole day.

From a small, innocent crush to love until it all eventually twisted into obsession.

Also seems like the type to hack into your cameras to just watch you go on about your day.

Oh, but if his darling is the type to bring their phone to the bathroom, please be rest assured that he will look away. He won't look through your camera during those times. He still respects you despite all the background checks and stuff.

Note: If you also like Azuki, Noah would fall for you even more.

Ren Yuzuriha

I feel like he would be on the more lenient side.

Not the type to be overly violent, clingy, possessive, or anything like that. You wouldn't even know that this man is obsessed because he just comes off as normal.

He doesn't really treat you any differently from normal, but if you squint really hard or look closely, you would be able to see how his actions and words seem softer towards you.

His possessiveness and overprotective nature rarely show, but they shine the most whenever you guys are alone, especially if he got particularly jealous that day.

Be careful of his words; they hide a deep meaning.

The type to do something he normally wouldn't do, like disobeying his father, just for you

Probably not the stalking type either. Rather than learning about you through totally legal ways, he would prefer to get to know you better personally. He'd let you yap about anything and everything and store all of that information inside his head.

Might or might not put a GPS/tracker on you, though. He wants to make sure you're always safe, and knowing where you are puts him at ease.

Rian Akatsuka

Good luck. Once you're in his arms, there's no escape.

You're his home now, and he's your home.

This man doesn't care about anything and anyone else. All he cares about is you; he sees no one but you.

If you're the producer for ALL⊿tius, expect him to come knocking on your door, late at night, asking to sleep together.

It's not your room now; it belongs to both of you now. Same with his room; it's yours and his.

If you were a friend from before he debuted as an idol, a.k.a. when he was still in the streets... I can see him falling in love with your dance and slowly falling for you as a person.

And shortly after the time Yasu and Taku approached him during his route, you encountered him while he was outside late at night.

He was relieved to see that the one calling out to him was just you, then panicked when he thought about what happened when he met up with Taku.

"What if you're also here to ask him for money or something worse?" he thought, but he was surprised when you wholeheartedly congratulated his success and comforted him.

Turns out those two had also approached you at first, asking you to come so that Rian would be more willing to give them money; he was close to you too after all.

As we know, Rian was not in a good mental state during this time. And that made him vulnerable.

Past feelings for you arose and mixed with the present.

From a sweet, innocent love to a twisted, obsessive love, he loves you, and you love him too, right? That must be why you're here.

There's no other explanation for why you could be appearing right here and now, right when he's at his lowest.

Fate must've brought you to him. To help him.

Yeah... He isn't the sweet Rian Akatsuka you know anymore.

This man is different. He is obsessive and possessive; he has practically lost all reason when it comes to you.

He treasures, no, worships, the very ground that you walk on.

I can see him stalking you, doing the classic "steals your trash and puts it in a shrine dedicated to you." This man is absolutely down bad.

Shuu Ikouga

Another one who would not be an obvious yandere

Definitely the type to be normal, acting as usual, but the moment he enters his room... This man is salivating. He's literally so happy to be able to talk to you, to laugh with you, to touch even a single part of your body. (You handed him some files and briefly made skin contact. Literally.)

This man is in full ecstasy. If it were possible, his pupils would literally be in the shape of hearts. He practically melts, celebrating another day spent with you.

And in his room, there's a tiny corner, and in that corner lies a small shrine. It consists of old bubblegums you spat out, a lollipop stick, used tissues, a ballpen, and so many more.

Oh, your hands made contact with his clothes? He's never using those clothes again. He would treasure it as a family heirloom.

If he could, he would never wash every single part of his body you made contact with. He definitely does that weird long sniff too. It's your scent on HIS skin and clothes.

Watch out, he might ascend at this point.

But alas, he's an idol, and hygiene is extremely important.

Wait, what was that? You like his perfume? What brand is it, you say?

You'll receive a brand new perfume of the exact kind the next day.

He's so, so, sooo happy that you guys would have matching scents now.

[mismarch]

It's probably been talked at length before, but Daniel's sensei parallel being Silver drives me fucking insane. There are the obvious parallels to Miyagi, of course, but whenever Daniel mimics Miyagi's actions (especially in the earlier seasons), it rings hollow, a man desperate to become just as great as the person he idolized. He tries to model his identity after Miyagi—but it's clear he's *not*. Miyagi's spiritual successor is Chozen. If Johnny is the spiritual successor to Kreese, then Daniel is the spiritual successor to Silver. And I think it's much more fascinating that way, because Daniel echoing all the aspects of his worst enemy makes his character and his personal struggle with accepting that part of himself all the more compelling to me.

Both Daniel and Silver mimic and emulate the person they look up to. Silver was this way when it came to Kreese, his personality post-Vietnam always struck me as overcompensating, taking the Cobra Kai motto to an extreme because surely that *must* be what Kreese would want. On the inverse, Daniel craved Miyagi's affection and validation just as much. KK2 and KK3 are prime examples of this—he spends his savings just to tag along with Miyagi, and then spends it again for the bonsai store. Both these people, without hesitation, would throw money for the one person crave the most attention from—I don't think I need to mention Silver's own financial contributions to Kreese's cause, do I?

Season 3's Vietnam war flashbacks also emphasize their similarities; with the little we see, Twig was a wimp who idolized Kreese and owed him everything after Kreese saved his life. Then, Silver models his signature ponytail after a dead comrade; Daniel does similar things, using memories of Miyagi in his company branding (bonsais, karate, etc). These are two people obsessed with the past, making their identities revolve around others. They both try to break out of this (LaRusso neglecting karate after Miyagi's death, Silver actively rejecting anything to do with Kreese after Kreese is implied to have abandoned him) but ultimately their comfort lies in being defined by the people they fixate on, and by extension the philosophies these people espouse.

Both Daniel and Silver are wealthy, which is a superficial similarity but also has a bit of depth to it. In early season 1, Daniel abuses his status and connections to get Johnny's rent raised, without care or reason for anyone else in the strip mall. This is something I can easily see Terry Silver doing in Karate Kid 3; weaponizing your wealth against your enemy so they wouldn't even have the chance to hurt you.

Daniel teaching Robby is also clearly meant to be a bit ironic; Silver stole Daniel away from Miyagi, and from Johnny's perspective in season 2, that's what Daniel did to Robby. It doesn't help that Daniel also fully, like, *doesn't* tell Johnny that he's moved Robby into his house. (Obviously, Daniel isn't a piece of shit and doesn't hurt Robby, he actually means well, but the framing of Daniel essentially "stealing" Johnny's son feels deliberate in that regard.)

(He also literally poaches half of Johnny's students in season 2. It was *deserved*, but, LIKE. Student stealing is a Silver thing, y'all)

Both of them allow petty grudges to ruin them; Silver's downfall in season 5 is caused by the fact that even Silver can't leave well enough alone. Beating Daniel up in Stingray's apartment was meant to demoralize Daniel, but it just made everyone unite to help Daniel, and unite against their common enemy.

I think a part of Silver's fixation on hurting Daniel stems from a recognition that Daniel is what Silver *was* and what Silver could have been—based on Kreese's hallucinations of Silver in season 6 and Silver's resentment over Kreese, we know Silver just wanted to be Kreese's friend. Kreese, traumatized as he was, unfortunately was not the best person for Silver to essentially imprint on; Kreese's friendship overtime came with strings, an expectation to be strong and to be capable, and Silver did everything to be perceived as just that. Similarly, Daniel wanted to prove himself to Miyagi, but Daniel's friendship with Miyagi didn't hold any such expectations.

The show also positions Silver as both abused and abuser, which is interesting. Kreese constantly took advantage of Silver's affection for him. Evidently, their friendship didn't start out this way, but it evolved into that over time. Silver, despite his words and claims, needs to be above his students—when he fights Robby in season 4, you can see he clearly enjoys being in a position of power. He indulges in this, because so much of Silver's trauma revolves around helplessness (from both the cage and later in the way Kreese makes him feel), and tormenting literal fucking teenagers gives him some semblance of control. In Karate Kid 3, when he manipulates and abuses Daniel, he passes on the trauma of feeling helpless and afraid—and in season 1, we see Daniel inherit Silver's control freak tendencies in the aformentioned rent incident.

Daniel pretty much loses it every time he's out of his depth, or he loses control. After Karate Kid 3, he's gotten control over his life, over his fears, over everything, that when the perceived source of his trauma returns (Cobra Kai) he unravels quickly. Daniel, however, has positive teachings to fall back on, so he never crosses the line the way Silver always does.

Cobra Kai is about cycles of generational trauma, and it's clear Daniel inherits Silver's trauma and tendencies the same way Johnny does Kreese. Daniel paralleling Silver is more or less essential, because the Johnny and Daniel dynamic mirrors Kreese and Silver; Kreese and Silver begin as friends and die as bitter enemies, while Daniel and Johnny grow past the trauma their abusers have given them and become friends.

[terrence-silver]

What would happen if someone tried to quit Cobra Kai during the KK3 era? What would price be for quitting the dojo?

---

I mean, officially? 😬

Nothing happens to you if you quit Cobra Kai; that's what you might be told.

It is an egalitarian, democratic dojo and people can come and go as they please...or at least that's what official narrative that could be served to any student with the biggest, kindest, warmest and most re-assuring smile would be. You might even get a pat on the back to top it all off. The comfort that you can still turn to your teachers and comrades at the dojo in case you ever need anything, because that's how empathetic these people will come off...especially Terry. John? Perhaps less so. In any case, the truth is entirely different, though. Leaving Cobra Kai is a bit like leaving the mob at any era. You can technically try --- you might even be encouraged to try (bordering on a challenge or a dare packaged in the most polite way possible), purely to drill the point home how much free will the students practice here. You'll have an awful time once you do and actually go through with this, though. Except, unlike the mob, there's no witness protection services to defend someone who merely quit a dojo. There probably ought to be knowing Terry Silver and John Kreese, though --- because you're somehow in a world of trouble the minute you renounce your allegiances (and you might've never even realized it was as serious as that) and stop showing up for classes because you officially told one of the Senseis you're going to quit for any reason. Now, as if on cue, you have former classmates bullying you, eclipsing your every move, your private life being sabotaged, your place of employment doxxed or threatened, individuals you can only class as hooligans stalking you, bothering you, catcalling you, heckling you, showing up places they shouldn't; might go as far as physical escalation instead of merely psychological mistreatment --- in layman terms, it's not out of the question you wouldn't get mugged or beat up, assuredly, by a gang of masked people who are eerily apt at martial arts almost like they studied it where you did.

You car might end up totaled while it's parked on the street.

Your home's windows smashed in.

Your apartment broken into and ransacked.

Your pet mysteriously disappears and winds up dead.

Your front porched spray painted with something resembling a warning.

Heck, where you live might get set on fire. People you love could get hurt.

Someone might even die and I wouldn't find it tremendously unbelievable.

Torture? Pain? Kidnapping? Abuses of various degrees?

Yep. It's that extreme and that serious.

Why?

Because John and Terry might have a very militant outlook on Cobra Kai and loyalties in general, which is no surprise considering they were in the military themselves and somehow, it bled through how they conduct the dojo as a whole. To throw in the towel and give up Cobra Kai equals spitting in their collective and the face of their very ideology and life's work and hey, if we reach, even their very service during the war. They do take capital offence to people leaving even though they don't really outright display the fact. The awful things that started happening to you coincidentally after you left? Can't even be easily traced back to them because they're cunning and have an understanding PR to the degree they can cover their tracks up; furthermore, Cobra Kai has enough money and backing from Terry Silver, who's literally a billionaire, to get away with any number of transgressions. So, to cut to the chase? Sure. Officially? Anyone can leave Cobra Kai. Same way anyone can join. It's simply that after you actually leave it, a world of pain can come your way and nobody guarantees for your safety...same could be said if you joined it. You wanted to be Cobra Kai, right? Kreese and Silver view this whole thing like they might view the Marine Corp: the privilege of brotherhood comes with consequences, and your teaching will be strenuous, difficult and absolutely brutal. Seems like you're not only not safe if you quit; you're not safe even if you do join of your very own volition.

It's somehow best if Cobra Kai as a whole just never throws its glance your way.

And vice versa.

[goldenstorm0]

Okay I am gonna talk about my first fountain pen, and my current grail pen that I'm always on the hunt but can never afford.

Both are the Parker 25

If you are new to vintage pens, you almost definitely heard of Parker, either the 51 or the duo fold. Both are excellent pens, I think. I have never used them before, but a lot of people love them. They are on my list of pens I want to get eventually, but they're kinda low. I'm looking for a different type of Parker.

When my grandparents were officially moved out of their house, my family started the long process of going through their stuff. We needed to sell the house so we could take care of them, and eventually pay for funerals. They were hoarders, and there was a lot to sort. A ton of bowling balls, a metric shit ton of yarn, even more trash. And hidden in all of this was a forgotten pen that I eventually found.

I think it was a gift from a bank that my grandma worked at for 20 years, and it was a shitty gift for that amount of work. The 25 was made to be a cheaper pen, made for young adults who may not of had enough money for one of the nicer models, but needed a reliable pen for work. I wouldn't be surprised if it was never used, but I had thrown away the box pretty much immediately and didn't care.

I've seen people describe this pen as robust or space-aged, but I always thought of it as more brutalist. Bare metal, black nib unit, steel nib. It's not a very inviting pen. The nib unit is hard to remove, or at least mine was, and you can't easily switch nibs. Not that you ever need to. It's a workhorse of a pen. Made to be used anywhere and everywhere. It was and still is Not my aesthetic. But I loved it.

It was my only fountain pen for years. I spent a lot of time first figuring out how to write with it, and then fiddling with it to make it write even better. I looked up tutorials on how to hold it, how to take care of it, figuring out how to fix a dry nib or a bent nib, how to take it apart, clean it, and put it back together. I found out the history behind the model, then the brand, and then I started looking into fountain pens in general. It started a new obsession, one that continues to this day.

And then I fucking broke it of course.

I had it in my pocket and it fell nib first. The nib itself was bent, but that was something I could fix. But unit itself snapped off from the threads that screwed the pen together. I couldn't fix that, and I'm pretty sure no one could fix that. I didn't bother looking though. I was 20, no job, living off of my parents and school grants while I went to community college. I couldn't afford to send it to anyone to fix it. If I couldn't do anything, then nothing would be done, because that cost money.

So I saved up and started looking around for a new part. Prices weren't great, something that's crazy annoying for what was originally intended to be a cheap ass pens. Eventually I found a set within my pittance of a budget, it even came with a roller ball (never touched). It was a complete pen, but I took it apart, pried the feed from nib unit, and put in the original still-bent nib in, and put it in the original scratched up body. They looked almost identical, but I wanted My Pen, not a new one.

It doesn't write the same. I don't think I have had a pen that wrote a beautifully as it original did, but that might be nostalgia talking. The nib is still bent. I got my first job soon after (yes I did spend grant money on a pen repair), and I started to buy more pens. Learned the basics of vintage pen repair, fixed up a few lever-fills, fucked up some vintage gold nibs when trying to practice grinding a tuning (never got really good at that). Instead of working on perfecting the one pen, I bought new ones that worked well enough.

But now I have a bit of a holy grail that I am looking for. Because, while the 25 is a cheap ass pen for broke college students, there is a particularly rare color. Same metal body, steel nib, but instead of black, it's bright orange. If the original black was outside my aesthetic, this is on the other side of the planet. I usually am not a fan of orange, and I super hate this specific shade. And I want it. Like, really really badly. I've seen several on sale, and currently don't see any on sale, and I am barred by my old nemesis, money.

And before I get that pen, I want to send my old 25 to a nibmeister. The nib is slightly bent and I don't think I can fix it, and it bothers me like nothing else. I need to do a bit of research first to make sure someone is willing to work on the nib, its pretty nonstandard.

credits:

moreengineering - They have a lot of info on the Parker 25 on their site, plus it's fun to just look around. Used for general information and this ridiculous photo

fuck you I want that how the FUCk

parkerpens - My go-to for everything Parker. You can fit so much info into this site. Used for general information

Pen Collect - They've got a really nice page for id-ing your parker 25. Mine is a mark II

Orange Parker 25 collage - YES I KNOW IT GOES TO A 404. There aren't a lot of good photos of the orange Parker. Its painfully rare

2nd orange Parker picture - Only other photo I could find that I liked. The has already sold and it just redirects you to lighters and pens. And if you try to search for it on their site, you just get wine. I am in... so much pain trying to find this goddamn pen. I hate it but I want it

[moonchild-in-blue]

went outside to let one of my kitties play in the snow while the train was passing, the neighborhood was very peaceful and quiet. 💚

(i dressed appropriately for the cold, I promise)

Like street lamps, we glow so dim Like four walls, you've shut me in

I took a while to reply to this because I got weirdly emotional (what a surprise, pathetic wet cat girl is crying again), and rambled waay too much, so I'll spare you all and keep this under a cut.

Warning, this is Long and makes very little sense - I drafted it earlier this morning but wanted to get a picture of that ^ before posting. Also ignore my mistake lol, I should've double checked the lyrics beforehand.

You, know I spent a very long time last night looking at this picture. Something about the orange glow on the white layer of snow that is just... so peaceful and melancholic. I have a weird attraction to street lights - can't really explain why, but something about them makes me weirdly emotional (when I say I easily cry at the weirdest things, I'm not kidding in the slightest).

And then the snow.

Where I'm from, where I live, we don't have snow. Ever. Save for a small part of the very north of the country, the rest of us never get it - plenty of hail, and 5 minutes of barely-snow during a particularly cold day if you're extremely lucky, but never the real deal.

The first time I saw real, white, fluffy snow was during the autumn of 2016, right after moving to the UK for my studies. I was 19. It was such a beautiful moment - me and a bunch of other students from the dorms went out in our pjs at like, 4 or 5am to play in the snow. The first heavy snow I experienced was 2 years later, November 2018.

For the few years I lived there, I got to live through some wonderful snow days. It was amazing to wake up, look out my apartment window, and see the whole street covered in white. It's the one thing I genuinely miss about the UK.

Seeing this picture, the cars covered in white, the golden orange light, the night, dark and silent and peaceful, brought back so many memories of my early 20s nights. Getting home at 1am, exhausted and on the verge of tears, after a shitty shift at work. Me and my flatmates singing on the streets after one too many drinks at our favourite pub. 3am runs to the dingiest takeaway possible for oily chips and disgusting pizza.

So much of these seemingly ordinarily experiences are things that I will never get to live again. And that's fine and expected - I can't be 22 forever, and thank God I'm not! But I do get nostalgic about those times.

Sometimes I feel like it was just yesterday that I was waiting on the cold for a taxi after a house party, annoyed at myself for not kissing the guy I had a crush on. Sometimes they feel so distance, like forgotten memories belonging to someone else. And I don't know, this kinda brought back so many emotions, I had to take a moment to sort them out.

This also reminded me of a Midwest Emo album cover. Like, I can 100% see this picture on the next Real Friends / The Wonder Years / American Football / whatever band cover.

In particular, it reminded me of these two songs (aside from that first song I shared. Which btw I can't reccomend them enough). They're a bit sad (no surprises there), and not really related to your photo at all, but uhhhh yeah. I'm sharing anyways. Because why not.

Something about midwest emo/pop-punk bands that just puts you in a hyper contemplative mood 👍

If you read this whole nonsense ramble, I apologise. Once I get sentimental, it's hard not to pour over. I will never not be a sad emo girl, no matter how much time it passes lol 💙💚

Here's a nice cookie for your troubles 🤲🍪

[kebriones]

hi do you have any athens insight?

for someone 20 moving in for some time

thanks:)

Yup!

Assuming you mean moving in to like, live here, and also assuming you're not greek:

-Check the area you'll be living in. Some areas can feel unsafe for someone who lives alone/isn't from here. Very few areas are actually unsafe but especially if you're not from here it's better to have your peace of mind.

-I recently heard of someone from another country who came to live in athens and at first lived in apartments that were in very bad condition. There are descent places to live in and you should not be putting up with bad situations, especially if those have to do with safety and health. If you can avoid living in the city center, do it. also avoid ground-level appartments at all costs. I've known of several great ones, but most of the time safety is a concern and the closest you are to the ground the more certain you can be you'll have a cockroach problem.

-Make local friends if you can. This is generally easier if you come here with like a student program or something.

-Never get taxis randomly on the street/from outside stations. always use an app (there's a couple different ones including uber) to get a taxi. it's a lot safer and you're less likely to get scammed and/or have a horrible experience.

-learn the ins and outs of the public transport system. It will take you literally anywhere in the city you want to go. Google maps usually has you covered as to what buses/metros you should take. get the public transport app on your phone to check bus locations and timetables.

-if you happen to stay in a non-flat area, make sure you have shoes with good soles. Streets and pavements can be extremely slippery especially when it rains. This might seem like a small thing but when you see some of the streets we have you'll understand.

-If you want to go to a store, especially a smaller one, check their open times on google maps. not everything is open the same time as everything else. google maps times might also not be reliable but it's a start :')

-tap water is fully drinkable.

-you will often hear that you shouldn't toss toilet paper in the toilet. this isn't true. unless there's something very wrong with your flushing thingy and it doesn't let out enough water, tossing a small amount of toilet paper in the toilet is perfectly fine.

-Hymettus is a mountain very easily/quickly accessible for someone who lives in athens, and it has a ton of nice easy trails to go on walks/hikes. it's generally pretty safe too. if you find company to go there with that's even better.

-there are always all sorts of events going on in athens. keep your eyes open and you'll never be short of things to do. there are also wayy more museums than you might think

-this might be controversial but my personal opinion is that you should absolutely not drive bikes and scooters around the vast majority of areas in athens. it's very very unsafe.

-when using public transport be as mindful of your stuff as possible.

-if you can't drive but want to go on a trip, "ktel" are buses that can take you from athens literally to almost every last god forsaken little village.

-if you can drive and you decide to drive here, good luck.

-If you're interested in bars, clubs night life/parties in general, i am afraid I can't say anything about it, I don't have any experience/knowledge of that field.

-oh I almost forgot: don't eat the oranges on the street. they are not edible. they are bitter oranges and they are only meant to be decorations, not food

annd I think that's all I have for now? if you have any more specific questions I'm always happy to help!!

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Artem Falling in Love With You (Part 1)

(Definitely not edited)

I'M BACK TEARS OF THEMIS FANS! I know that I've been gone for months, but being busy is a clear characteristic of going through depression getting through life. Either way, I'm back to writing for at least a bit.

Okay, I originally had something written for this part before until I found this post which literally has a discussion in the comments about the stuff that was going through my head when I originally thought about this. If you don't want to read the discussion, allow me to sum it up to you: Artem only briefly mentions how he first falls in love with you when you're performing a drama in university, but it seems out of character.

Because of this discussion, I thought that maybe I should write something about how Artem falls in love with you. Because of the amount of time I'm planning to pass with this story, there will be a lot of skipping, so please bear with me. Let's get started!

For the context of the story, we are (obviously) going to be in a time frame before the game even starts, so let's assume that we start around 2026 and move towards 2030.

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"Bro, hurry up! We're going to be late if we don't go now!" a man yells into the apartment building. Artem can only sigh as he adjusts the sneakers on his feet, waiting for the last housemate to leave the house. He can't understand why and how he got dragged into this, but he is now waiting to go to the school drama production in the theater with the rest of the house.

"I get it, I get it!" the last roommate answers annoyed, seemingly out of breath from rushing to get outside. "I know you're going to support your girlfriend, but why are you dragging us into this? Especially our study bug Artem?" Artem looks over at the roommate slightly annoyed, considering that he was interrupted in the middle of a lecture video.

"She asked me to take you guys with me because you deserve a break after working so hard for our masters," he answers annoyed, his eyes glued to his phone and his fingers typing away at the screen. The group locks the door before walking onto campus in the cool night.

After picking up a bouquet from a nearby florist, the group hurries over to the theater, getting ready to sit through a couple hours of performance. They settle into their seats, and the lights dim soon after. A huffy Artem looks towards the stage, deciding to give the performance half of his attention considering the situation. The velvet curtain raises, and for a second, the hard-working student's eyes are glued to the stage, specifically one girl.

Throughout the production, the other two boys take glances at Artem, entertained by the fact that the usually aloof man has eyes on someone rather than his study materials. While the two snicker off to the side, Artem's eyes watches the girl on the stage, noticing the little details about her. The soft cast of the light on her eyes and hair makes everything about her sparkle, and her facial features remind him of an angel.

After a nudge, one of them whispers into his ear, "Which one do you have your eye on?" In an instant, Artem turns towards the pair annoyed before lightly smacking them with the physical program in his hands. With his eyes finally breaking away from the stage, he decides to look through the cast to figure out who has captured his attention so easily. In an instant, he recognizes the face in the program and stares at it, seemingly engraving her face into his mind.

The lights come on with the end of the production, and the three men stand up from their seats to walk out of the theater. The conversations about what they just watched start, discussing everything from the plot to the costume design choices. Artem, whose mind still lingers on the girl on stage, falls behind the pair, making the two turn confused towards him. They both approach him, but he doesn't give them any attention.

"Yo, Artem. What's going on?" his single roommate asks him, throwing his arm around his shoulders. This snaps Artem out of his thoughts for a second, making his cheeks somewhat red from the content of his thoughts.

"I just thought that one of the actresses in the play was pretty," Artem's helpless voice answers in a mutter. The two boys stare at him for a moment before turning towards each other in amazement; their usually stoic roommate has his eyes on a girl instead of his studies. As they walk towards the backrooms of the theater, the two tease him on his feelings, but Artem pushes them down; there's no way that he just fell in love with her like that.

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His slender fingers leafs through the stack of resumes in his hands with a sigh, briefly noting the various candidates for the open positions at the company. Despite just being a mere employee, Celestine is already handing him a large amount of work, but he knows that he is actually greatly helping her. When he gets to a certain resume, the world seems to stop, his eyes landing on the picture.

"No way," Artem mutters under his breath in disbelief. He separates the resume from the stack and tries to process what he is currently seeing: the pretty girl smiling in the picture seems familiar, but he can't exactly remember from where. His mind tries to think of where the face might be familiar: possibly seeing her when she was turning in her resume or maybe spotting her in the restaurant nearby. There's no way though; all the people from his years in school have mostly moved away or pursued a different career path than him. His thoughts start to wander, focusing on the way her hair curls over her shoulder and how striking her green eyes are.

"Artem, is everything okay? I want to discuss something with you," a familiar voice requests from behind the door following a knock. "Are you free?" Artem's head whips up from the picture on the resume, realizing that he must have stared for too long at the photo to hear her knocks.

"I'm okay, Celestine. I'm free too," Artem answers, slightly flustered by the situation. He quickly pulls the resume on his desk back into the stack next to him as the door creaks open, revealing Celestine.

"Why are you so red?" Celestine suddenly asks, stopping in her tracks when she notices the flush on his cheeks. The aloof and somewhat calm Artem now appears somewhat confused, a stark difference from what Celestine is used to.

"I-It's nothing," Artem answers, slightly stumbling on his words. Celestine continues to stare at him in amazement as the Artem sitting at his desk is definitely flustered by something. Despite her interest, she decides to push it to the side, focusing on what she originally wanted to talk about.

Celestine takes a seat in front of him before she asks her shocking question, "Which one caught your eye?" Artem stares at her, trying to piece together how she figured it out. "You don't think I couldn't hear the paper moving?" He can only put his head down in disappointment with himself, forgetting such a small mistake. Because of this, he can only pull the resume out from the top of the pile and hand it to Celestine. While his head hangs in shame, Celestine stares at her picture before handing it back to him.

"Are you interested because she attended your alma mater?" Celestine questions, probing the situation. His new expressions sparks interest, and she stares at him, ready for his response.

"Y-Yeah, you could say that," Artem stutters out, avoiding eye contact with her. This response causes the eyebrows on Celestine's face to raise, suspicions about the situation coming to the surface of her thoughts. "Anyways," Artem starts after clearing his throat, "what was it you wanted to talk about with me?" With a sigh, Celestine can't help but give in to the sudden change in topics despite her interest. However, the situation never leaves her mind.

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"She's so much prettier up close."

Artem watches the girl walk into the office, greeting everyone as it's her first day. His eyes train on her figure as she shakes hands with each person in the office. After seeing her from so far away years ago, he finally gets to see her up close for the first time; she still looks the same from back then, her hair only slightly longer than before. Her eyes seem to shine more brightly than before, her sweet smile growing to her eyes.

In the midst of this, Artem doesn't process that she is about to introduce herself to him, but he finally snaps back to reality when he sees her in front of him. In his mind, time almost stops as she introduces herself and holds her hand out for a handshake. Artem gently grabs her hand and shakes it, giving her a warm smile.

"Welcome to Themis. I'm Artem Wing," he greets, a warm smile on his face. She watches her smiley face turn to shock, seemingly processing something as she shakes her hand.

"Did you happen to study at Stellis University under Professor Hume?" she asks, her mind putting pieces of information together. Artem's mind seems to draw blank as he tries to figure out the situation. How would she know who he is even though they have never officially met?

"Y-yes, I am," he stutters, still overcoming the shock of the situation.

"I never thought I would ever meet you. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wing," she greets him kindly as they shake hands. She awkwardly clears her throat before repeating her statement, "I-It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wing."

Artem finally returns to his normal self and responds back, "Again, welcome to Themis Law Firm." Although this is the first time Artem ever met her, the warmth of her hand lingers on his, the skin slightly tingly from the contact.

As the group finally breaks apart to get back to work, Artem quickly returns to his office before settling in his chair and taking a breather. He never expected to encounter her at his work nor for her to recognize him. While he begins to calm down, he sees all of his coworkers help her settle in and interacting with her. For a moment, his eyes linger on her before he turns back to his work, and his mind wanders to how life has been for her. He finally turns away from her and sighs.

For now, this is enough.

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Dang, I realize writing this and watching some of other card stories that Artem is such a simp, but we love it. We love a man that can actually express his feelings.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading it. I feel like I want to write more about what happens up until the point of the game, so I will see you in the next one! See you guys soon!

[missallanea-a]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

TAGGED BY: stole it off the dash TAGGING: steal it yourself you cowards !!

1. FIRST NAME: Missa

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: My mum once ripped off my fingertip with the strollers... like, sun roof? You can't tell though, they reattached it with no issues.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: Eyes, hands... chest...?

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Potato. Love potato. So versatile. I return to my Polish / Ukrainian roots. Potato.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: Cilantro, and anything overly soft / mushy. Also mango because how dare you taste so fucking good when you make my mouth hurt.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: Trash reality TV. We're talking like... Catfish. Garbage TV.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: Not a whole helluva lot, and not in a cute sexy way. In an "I have sensory issues and overheat easily and wake up crying in agony" way.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: Serious relationships for myself. For other people, do what makes you happy. uwu

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: I wouldn't get my first tattoo when the artist fucking mocked me through the whole damn thing. Fuck you, Jason. My tattoo looks like shit and you blew out the lines so fucking badly.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: I think so, yeah!

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: Atlantis: the Lost Empire. Beauty and the Beast. Carrie, specifically the 2013 one. Yes, yes, inferior remake. I know. I'm aware. But something about it just tickles my brain.

12. FAVORITE BOOK: Carrie by Stephen King. I'm not going to say it's a good book, but it is a book that brought me a lot of comfort in a hard time in my life.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: Three words : Norwegian Forest Cat.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]:Rumbelle, Raeda, Lumity... Romy annnnd... idk man.

15. PIE OR CAKE: Yes. The answer is always yes.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: About to be hyper specific here : Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's Snake Oil perfume.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: Carla Gugino.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: Japan! There are so many things I want to do in Japan, but I want to be able to speak the language at least conversationally before I go.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Introvert.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Definitely. Despite this, love me some good horror.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: Android.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: I do! I've been playing Dreamlight Valley but I recently have been wanting to start a new playthrough of BioShock. I also need to finish Killing Harmony.

23. DREAM JOB: Scare actor for a haunted house attraction and / or an student educator for a zoo or an aquarium.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: Pay off some debts, buy Mal and I our wedding rings, get us into a new apartment, and then set the rest aside for my inevitable move to the US.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: Gonna cheap out and choose one you're supposed to hate : Terra Snapdragon. Woman gets under my skin in the worst of ways.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: Once Upon a Time. I wrote in that fandom on tumblr for... years. Still has a soft place in my heart but I don't think I'll ever go back.

[propavampda]

An update, I guess--

At least once a day I think about how glad I am that I don't live in Virginia anymore. 😵‍💫 Or Georgia...

(Long post under here!)

Part of me knows I'm getting old because I miss the simple things back home in Georgia, like the big Live Oak trees and the grocery stores I live nowhere near now. But goddamn I'm glad I escaped when I did. I had hope for the state when it flipped blue, and now it has become an absolute hellhole. The shit going on there scares me. I'm glad my mum is seeing the light, at least. She does still have some sense of right and wrong.

I miss my childhood best friend, too, and the goth friends I met in Macon. I miss the cities and I'm sad that it'll never be the same. I'm sad I won't get to visit my childhood favorite spots in Florida without feeling like it'll be a big issue for no damn reason. All because people are obsessed with genitals.

Virginia isn't nearly that bad, but I'm glad I'm gone from there. My friends all left the job I had because it kept getting worse. I like where I am now. There's people like me and what they do makes sense. My old boss in VA is running things into the ground, just as we predicted.

I don't miss the apartment, though I miss my room and alone time. I can't believe I lived there 4 years. I miss the friends I once had, or at least the fond memories we occasionally shared. I moved in thinking it would be great for friendships and then my perception of one friend of many years almost immediately got shattered, and the other one fucked over the friendship we made by not being there for me like I had been there for them.

I don't miss how they'd fuck with my triggers after I explicitly told them not to and was always careful about theirs, when they made me aware of them. I don't miss the arguments created over stupid shit and the heavy silence that they both created that weighed on the whole apartment.

Word of advice: never room with a couple if you want to keep your sanity, even if you THINK you know one of them. You probably don't.

I also hate that I'm now tethered to them for God knows how long because I signed their fucking student loans bc their partner and parents wouldn't. I didn't want to, but I didn't want them to not be able to go to school. I will be livid if they stop paying and that shit impacts me...

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Now I've been in Maryland for what, like 9 months now?

I get what people mean... it really does have everything. It's beautiful. You can fuck off into the woods whenever, but go to the city pretty easily too. I'm finding new favorite things all the time. The weather so far is pretty good, too. Driving I'm the snow isn't nearly as bad as I thought--but maybe I've just gotten lucky so far.

MD is surprisingly good with queer stuff. I'm getting to table with my coworkers at one city's pride fest on one weekend, and then the other closest city has their first pride parade ever the next. Hank is actually letting me drag him to his first pride ever and I'm so excited!! If only I had something queer-coded as fuck for him to wear lol.

Speaking of events, I went to a couple protests over the last couple of months. Love that. Get to see one of my fave artists in DC next month and probably going to meet up with my coworkers there lmfao. Aiming to go to the ren faire this year, too. Lots of stuff in store!!

It's so nice being here with Hank. No driving back and forth. Warm cuddles at night and all the kisses we could ask for... not to be gay or whatever. It's so weird, how opposite yet compatible we are. It feels like we've been married for a couple decades, not dating for a couple of years. I'm desperately hoping the US will pivot back and we can get actually married without it being something we worry will randomly get revoked. A handfasting is enough for me, anyhow. We're already dedicated to each other through and through. 😊

Anyway, we're slowly renovating the basement and it's looking better all the time! I have a bit of a crafting space and honestly I'm gonna need some more soon. Started working on a fursuit again a couple months ago and now also really want to start making my own clothes sometime. I could say a lot more about that, but I'll keep it inside (for now).

So... lot of rambling to say that I'm doing better and I'm doing my best. The world is scary and I'm trying to distract myself while also staying aware. It's a tough balance!

[irresistiibles]

was that hugh dancy? oh no no, that was just will graham, a canon character from hannibal. they are thirty nine years old, use he/him, and are not aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

a year or so but will believes he's been here at least a decade.

what is your character’s job

he's a professor teaching forensic classes, but is also technically a specialist that could get called in for the police or fbi to help in certain cases of crime. this is something he's started doing semi recently and he isn't super comfortable with it but also can't really bring himself to say no

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

idk he's unaware and i'm sure when i do make him aware it will be with t he intention of chaos so i don't want to hold myself to a specific time in his memories atm

has any magic affected your character

nope!

any other info!

his background is relatively similar to his story in the show. will graham moved to washington dc to do work for the fbi around a decade ago, but after some time at work wasn't considered mentally stable enough to do the job

will has a strong sense of empathy, to the point of being able to easily get into the mind of killers. and unfortunately a part of him can really like the dark side of things, though he works had to keep himself in line

so he got a more simple job teaching, and though it doesn't excite him like working on murder cases did will figured that was a good thing

recently an old coworker asked if he'd be willing to get back into working on criminal cases, and he reluctantly agreed, though only when he was particularly needed, as he wanted to keep up with teaching

will is an awkward dude, borderline an asshole, and has a hard time socializing, looking at people in the eye, and making friends. it's just not his strength. he's too blunt, too obviously doesn't want to be at events, and you just have to be a particular type of weird to get along with him

he prefers to be isolated, but almost definitely gets dragged along to unfortunate events with coworkers and the like

he has seven dogs that he's rescued and he'd much rather be hanging out with them on any given moment

he's a little more stable while unaware though i'm sure that will go down hill quick. though he's working in the criminal field i wouldn't say it was super heavily pushed on him. unfortunately will just feels a calling to things of that nature and lost out against his good judgement this time.

potential plots:

someone who dog sits/walks his dogs when he has to be out working for a while.

students or coworkers from teaching

also anyone in the police force or fbi he's worked with, but he will absolutely be less friendly with him

maybe whoever brought him back into doing criminal work in the first place. it was definitely a little under the table since there's no way will can get properly cleared for a psych eval but he does good work so that could be a whole thing

distant family. i think it makes the most sense for him to be an only child, but he could have some cousins or nieces/nephews in the city

a younger character he can be a semi parental figure for

give him a stupid fishing friend he needs it. or just a friend in general. man could really use someone to just support him a little

a casual relationship of a few dates that would definitely fall apart because of how will is but i think it would be funny to watch him try a little

[elisalami]

just watched bocchi the rock again : DDD

I might've dropped the series around episode 3 the first time I checked it out because I didn't fully resonate with its message.

But after giving it a chance for the 2nd time around after watching this video essay on the difference between a lonely and a loner, I just realized how much I actually feel for Bocchi and her struggles with social anxiety.

I've always mentioned how much of a social introvert I could be, however, with me having random panic attacks around people, it can be very troubling in social situations. There are days when I'm unusually highly energetic and my mouth and body wouldn't stop being loud for some reason; no signs of shaking or stuttering because I'm actually enjoying being in that flow state but there are times when I just can't move and my mind just telling me to stop and take a step back when I want to move forward.

When I got my basic psychological assessment last year, I remember the psychologist telling me that the anxiety will never fully go away and all I can do is to manage the emotions calmly. In a loud and crowded environment such as my college, it gets a little hard especially when it's difficult to reach out and isolate to recollect my thoughts.

I never got the second assessment and I have been considering since, but am just refraining because of financial issues. Regular counseling and psychotherapy with a clinical psychologist can be very pricey for a college student. Plus, it's very difficult to mention such requests to my mom and dad when both of them tend to dismiss even slight mentions of these mental struggles as "short-lived" and can be "easily overcame", I guess this also partly due to the fact that we can't afford it (in the Philippines' economy? Yeah). It's difficult to tell them reasons because they might interrogate me (most of the reasons I got issues were because of people they know and I don't want any relationship falling apart all because my brain is unstable)

Another reason why I find it difficult to mention it is because if ever I were to take the second assessment, I wanted one of them to accompany me solely because I'd feel more at ease if it were my parents than if my partner would. (Like how a kid would be more at ease if their parents were there for them on their 1st day of school)

Seeing Bocchi outgrow her fears by finding solace in her comfort people is something I'm yet to see in my life. Maybe I wouldn't even need therapy if I found peace somewhere along the way.

[axailslink]

would do riri with a R who love to sleep whenever they can❤️

She's so beautiful when she's sleeping

Riri Williams x black! FEM reader

Summary: you fall asleep on face time and Riri comes and visits your apartment with breakfast from waffle house.

"Babe? Babe? Baby? Love? Mamas? damn...she really fell asleep on me again she's always sleeping." Riri smiles to herself until she remembers "fuck she didn't eat" she gets up and pulls on the first clothing items she sees sprawled about her room which are some Nike sweats, a black jacket, and some slides. She makes sure to grab her wallet, keys and a water bottle the side of the campus Riri was on they're not as strict about the curfew so she could always really easily slip in and out. "Hey Mr Thompson so imma be real with you my girlfriend hasn't eaten anything today I'm going to buy her something however you could just let me go or we could race to my car and see who wins." Mr. Thompson shakes his head "go just be back tonight if you're not don't let me see you sneak back in" she nods and gives him a thumbs up she checks her phone and smiles at your little ugly sleeping face.

Riri loves you at what you'd consider your worst but she thinks seeing you like this is the most beautiful version of yourself. She mutes herself as she gets in the car and starts it up immediately driving to your favorite waffle house the one that knows you personally. When she walks in she gets something she knows you'll eat and her go to which is a Texas bacon cheese steak melt with a sunny side egg and grits. "Riri it's twelve at night how's my girl doing?" Riri glances at her phone then your uncle "she's still a bit of an idiot uhm she went to sleep without eating again so I'm doing my girlfriend duties." He nods and smiles "so when you gone marry her?" Riri laughs and stuffs her hands in her pockets "when we're done with school maybe..." He smiles and slides a little envelope across the table.

"She'd want it to be this ring" she reaches to open it but he taps her hand "don't not until you both are ready" he glances back at the other workers and grabs your food giving it to her she grabs the envelope and stuffs it in her pocket while handing him the money "thanks unc" he nods as she leaves. Riri and your uncle have been very close since they met. You weren't exactly sure why, but you never questioned it. You honestly thought it was kind of cute. Since the rest of your family wasn't too fond of her or your relationship at all, well that excludes your mother, she was a true sweetheart. But the rest of your family sucks ass so it doesn't really matter to you.

When Riri arrives at your apartment she carefully lets herself in with her copy key and locks the door back. She picks up a bit seeing that you have certain things strolled about before she finally walks to your room and just watches you momentarily. "She looks so damn tired" she turns the light on and hops on your bed food in hand you groan and grab her leg "it's twelve in the fucking morning calm it down short cake" she laughs as she sits down beside you and move your cover as she places your food on your lap you sit up and rub your eyes. "Baby I just want to go to sleep" she nods "that's crazy I just want you to eat plus I mean I bought your favorite after all even with my broke college student money" you laugh and smile at her "you bought my favorite?" She nods as she opens her own food and hands you a fork. "Thank you" she presses a kiss to your hand "of course now eat at least a little something before you go back to sleep." You just can't help but smile at her no one has ever cared about you this much except for your mother it was kind of creepy...your mother always told you "you won't find love until you find someone who makes you eat." You did just that so maybe you have found love.

"You have to get a stable sleep schedule baby because sleeping at random is not okay for your health" you look at her with a waffle halfway in your mouth "you want to talk to me about health stop smoking weed" she laughs and busies herself into her food "that's what I thought pothead." She smiles and slaps your thigh "eat your fucking food."

A/n: I swear y'all give me a request and make up a whole scenario

[kermitkrqb]

And they were roommates || Hunter Sylvester x reader

A/N: Hunter Sylvester and enemies to lovers? Umm yes!

What to expect: Hunter Sylvester x reader, angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, hunter being a dickhead, brief mention of Kevin Schlieb x reader, Kevin being caught in the crossfire, lots of swearing, makeout sesh, gender neutral reader, roommate! au

It was a year after you guys graduated, a lot has happened since then. Naturally, after Hunter graduated, he wanted to move straight out of his father's house taking Kevin right with him. Problem was, they were young, dumb, and broke. So when Kevin heard that an old friend of his needed two roommates, he snagged that opportunity then and there. You and Kevin had been friends for a while in highschool, and well, hormones got the best of you both. You guys were in a relationship that soon became short-lived when you two hooked up and only then realised you liked each other as friends better. But hey! At least you didn't leave yourselves wondering?

Being the edgy teenager he was, Hunter hated that his best friend was all suddenly wrapped up with some random instead of focusing on the band. So when he heard news of you and Kevin's breakup- he was ecstatic. That was until you stuck around as Kevin's friend. Part of Hunter was jealous that Kevin could befriend others so easily, and part of him was angry that you were taking so much of Kevin's time. Hunter Sylvester was a loud individual and so he made his distaste for you very known. What once was small jabs and cruel jokes, turned into full blown fights between the two of you. So, yeah you could say that he wasn't exactly overjoyed when he found out that you were the old friend Kevin was referring to.

After graduation, you wanted nothing more than to get away from your home town which is something you had in common with the hot-headed brunette. But, the major problem was that you were a broke college student. There was no way you could afford an apartment to yourself and no way you were going let yourself be shoved into a tiny communal dorm. So when Kevin Schlieb reached out for your roommate enquiry, you were ecstatic. Even more so when he mentioned that he had an extra friend to help out with rent. Turns out it was Hunter fucking Sylvester of all people, but you should have known by now.

Who were you to turn down his offer anyway, this was as best as it was going to get. Which leads you to present day...

You were frantically studying for the exam you had next week, you had figured that you would have the apartment to yourself since Kev was going out. Naturally, you assumed that Hunter would tag along since the pair were always together but, Hunter insisted on staying behind to practice guitar. He knew you were studying too, and you were just about fed up. You threw your pen down and stormed out of your room to see an over-enthused Hunter playing a particularly loud guitar riff. In any other circumstance, you would have probably been impressed but, this was the last straw.

"Will you please shut the fuck up!" You shout. He rolls his eyes and somehow plays louder than before. You make your way to where his guitar is plugged in and pull the cord right out of the socket. The music cuts off. He sneers, "Oh, you are so fucking boring!" "Go fucking cry about it then!" Just then, Kevin walks through the front door with groceries in hand, "Guys, you're going to get us kicked out." Hunter makes his way in front of Kevin, pleading him with his green eyes to somehow convince Kevin to move out with him, "Please Kev, I can't stand the bitch." A groan leaves Kevin's mouth, "We moved out of our home town, isn't this what you wanted?" Hunter turns to you, venom laced in his voice, "Then control your fucking sloppy seconds."

You scoff in disbelief, "My god, what is your fucking problem with me? I have done nothing to you ever since day one." Hunter slowly walks up to you face to face, "Oh I really don't know! Maybe it's the fact that you are so fucking desperate to hang out with us all the time. No body fucking wants you here!" Silence. Hunter could be cruel but, you never thought he would stoop so low. Kevin was the first to break the silence, "Y/n..."

You were just about done with Hunter Sylvester, "I fucking loathe you." And with that, the both of you stormed back to your respective rooms leaving Kevin in the middle.

~

The next morning, cheerful is the last thing Hunter thought you'd be. But, you were practically prancing during breakfast. Amused, Kevin asks, "So I take it, you guys resolved things?" You laughed alongside the hot-headed brunette until you made eye contact and he cleared his throat whilst you replied, "God no, I still hate that fucker. I'veee got a date." Hunter spat out his drink, "Who the fuck did you hold at gun point?"

Too excited to be thrown off, you jeered, "Awe don't be too jealous." He scoffed, "Yeah? Well you fucking wish."

~

7:00pm came around, and you were just about ready for your date. You'd met a nice guy on a dating app well really he didn't ask for nudes in the first message so you decided he was decent enough and he asked you out to dinner which you surprisingly agreed to. You walked into the living room deciding to settle on the couch, waiting for your date's arrival. Hunter walked in that same moment and the pair of you made eye contact. He froze, and for a moment you thought he was going to insult you but, he kept walking.

Hunter Sylvester usually isn't speechless but somehow you did just that. He was actually going to apologise in the living room but your outfit caught him off guard. You'd be on his mind for literal weeks if he looked at you any longer, so he shut himself up for once and walked away. How quick things could change. 10 minutes had passed and you were getting restless but decided to wait it out. 10 minutes became 30 minutes, and 30 minutes turned into 2 hours. Your date had stood you up. Classic.

You had no energy to get up and change, and so you stayed curled up on the couch with tears drenching your face. To make things worse, Hunter walked in and saw you laying on the couch, "Go away Hunter, 'm not in the mood to fight. Seriously." He never seen you cry, after all the things he's said to you- you never cried. So of course he was concerned enough to sit next to you on the couch. He hesitated, "You ok?"

You glared at him through your tears, "No, of course I'm not fucking ok! My date just stood me up and I live with an asshole!" In any other situation he would have laughed, but he knew better, "What's your date's name? I'll fuck them up." You were shocked but, too tired to show it at this point, so you mumbled, "Some dude named Chad..." Hunter raised his eyebrows, "Chad? Chad? What a douche bag name! Seriously!" You laugh a little at this, "S'pose I should have known." There's a period of silence that he breaks, "Hey, I'm sorry I've been a dickhead these past few months, I really have no excuse." A pause. "Yeah, well it's not like you were the only one fuelling the drama, I'm sorry too." You continued, "Come to think of it, why did we start hating each other?" The tall brunette tilted his head, "I... really don't know."

The two of you laugh and talk into the late hours of the night, and the both of you find yourselves leaning in to each other. Hunter's the first to initiate it. Those years of pent up tension colliding with the kisses you're sharing with each other. Your tongues mingled, and you pull away to catch your breaths. You breathe out, "I guess you're a decent guy." In response his mouth is leaving a hot trail of pecks along the side of your jaw, coming back up to meet your lips in a searing kiss.

The two of you don't notice Kevin getting a glass of water from the kitchen until he breaks the silence, "You two are fucking weird."

A/N: Just finished writing this and dk how to feel about it but, I'm gonna post it anyway!

[riveranova]

(A/N): Some IkePri as Roommates Headcanons, because my own roommate is making me want to eat my cactus. :,)

The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Nokto's a lil bit Spicy, honestly mostly crack

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.044

Gilbert von Obsidian

honestly, menace

i'm 100% sure that he does not know how to cook

doesn't he like to poison peoples food? yeah.

but like, hes not doing it on purpose - he has this really cool game of thrones cookbook which he uses for almost all his meals

hes having three mental breakdowns and calls his mother two times which results in her just not answering the phone anymore

has no problem with asking you for help tho

when you enter the kitchen you have to look twice at what he made

,,Idk why it's so orange, I didn't even use orange ingredients!''

You get my point

otherwise hes actually very nice to you

hes still the kind of guy who would laugh his ass off if you fell before helping you up

hes keeping a clean room and follows the cleaning plan for your apartment

i imagine him to get cold SO easily - like you'd rather catch this man dead than with an open window in winter

80/100 would roommate again

Silvio Ricci

*sigh*

the complete opposite of Gilbert

hes using those italian roots

dont you fucking dare cook without him because lo' and behold, this man cooks like he worked with Gordon Ramsay his entire life

he insists on wearing his rings tho no matter what hes cooking which results in him cursing like a sailor every five minutes

husband material in the kitchen

the rest,,, not so much

i imagine that he does clean but like BARE minimum

like, the barest - the line is ON THE FLOOR

vacuuming the floor but not under furniture, that bad

he doesnt get why, he never sees it anyways and he has better things to do

i think his rooms smells very good, like eros from versace

problem is, it smells A LOT

so now your entire apartment smells like eros from versace

if you have a sensitive nose, I'm sorry for you

60/100 would roommate again

Keith Howell

okay so lets say Keith is uh,,, less fucked up

he mostly keeps to himself but if he needs something, he asks you

you don't know how he does it but you never hear a peep out of his room - as if he just sleeps 90% of the day

hey, maybe he does - i could almost relate

if you guys get along well, hes actually a really sweet man

his actions speak louder than his words tho

you need something build? ask Keith! you need something carried up (or down) the stairs? ask Keith! there is a fucking huge spider in your room? ...run, because Keith wouldnt touch that thing for the life of him

i imagine that hes as quiet as he is because my man is studying

straight A student but is shit at explaining things so he can't really help you

you both end up crying if he tries to exlpain math to you

80/100 would roommate again

Sariel Noir

it feels like your living with your grandma

in the most amazing way possible

dont get me wrong, i love Sariel but I'm 100% sure that this man would act like an old lady

he loves these really old tablecloths that look like this

puts them everywhere too - on your kitchentable, on the little drawer by the frontdoor and i BET the even has them on his desk

like omg little versions of them for his flowers and like little pots with random shit in them

i bet he makes them himself too

hes way to old to be a student but for the sake of this, lets say hes in his 20s

also a straight A student and, obviously, really great at tutoring

you guys share the same classes and that saved your ass more than once

he takes the tutoring seriously, very seriously

he doesnt whip you when you fail, he rather makes you do chores around the house for longer than you'd have to

90/100 would roommate again

Rio Ortiz

puppy dog boy l

i can't not see him as anything else

you guys knew each other before you moved in together

when you told him that you needed a roomie, he made sure that he would be the one moving in with you

obviously in love with you, doesnt even hide it

makes sure youre never hungry, everything is clean

i'm sure that even if you guys had a cleaning plan, he'd just clean before you have the chance to

simp

also, a yes friend

dyeing your hair? yes. cutting your hair at 2am as a result of a mental breakdown? yes. randomly rearranging your bedroom? yes.

loves to cuddle

spends a lot of time in the living room, waiting for his pray (you) to fall into his trap (the sofa) to be violenty (softly) ripped apart (cuddled)

you have to remind him to relax once in a while, hes not your butler after all

100/100 would roommate again

Clavis Lelouch

*sigh_pt.2*

i mean, at least it doesnt get boring around him

opposite of Keith, hes loud as fuck in his room

watches 'try not to laugh' challenges only to laugh 90% of the time

he loves to prank you (really now)

he once put bleach in your shampoo but ended up using it himself on accident

he played it off as planned, mastertrapper clavis doesnt fail

doesnt cook for himself, he snatches food from you

tried his hand at baking and it actually turned out good

it looked like a disaster

he ruined the taste by putting random shit in it to prank you

,,don't worry, it tastes better than it looks!!'' *hides the tuna can behind his back*

youre actually the one tutoring him

he finds studying boring af so he just doesnt do it

straight B student because the universe is unfair

his room is a mess which follows him wherever he goes

60/100 would (think twice about) roommate again-

Nokto Klein

:I

fuckboy (in the most insulting way possible)

i cant keep defending this man

isnt home, like ever

only if he brings people home

no matter the gender, he brings them home

results in you having a lot of akward run-ins

is also really loud in his room for.. reasons

definetly tried to fuck you once and even if you say no, the flirty-teasy remarks never stop

he'd never disrespect you in any way tho

if you look past his fuckboy-self, hes actually a gentleman

if hes home, that is

helps you with homework (if hes home)

cooks you food if you dont have time (if hes home)

you dont know where he is, you guess that hes partying

hes with his family - mostly Licht

due to,,, problems,, he and Licht hat to stick together

hes still visiting bars after

40/100 would (really question myself if we) roommate again

[tettatonin]

PROF. HOTTIE ︰ ran , takeomi , kisaki

⠀⠀⠀⠀— your hot college professor ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI, college au. RAN: possessiveness, mentions of spanking, cockwarming. TAKEOMI: mentions of smoking, dry humping, fingering, mentions of creampie. KISAKI: biting, thigh riding, praising, oral (f receiving).

notes: tHE TITLE SUCKS I KNOW BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING. anyways, special thanks to @lila-skies who was talking to me abt prof!ran. also tagging @inuewpi cuz her husband takeomi is here

senior year of college, your last year before you make it into the real world. the lectures, the peers, the pressure, it all tired you but nothing could compare to how hard the real world's gonna kick your ass. so you sit back, enjoying your last year at college with the newbie professors you just can't keep your eyes off of.

— RAN HAITANI

YOUR ARCHITECTURE PROFESSOR.

behind those lazy eyes and that soft smile, prof. ran's a cocky, shameless bastard. playing it cool and letting students call him by his first name. he knows that you're into him and wants to exploit every inch of that desire. how does he know? answer: its the way your eyes follow him as he moves around the room, especially when they move down lower when he goes to put a hand in his pocket. but who could blame you? he's hot. and he gawks at you as much as you do him.

he's a little possessive, if he likes something everyone will know its his. he wouldn't partner you up with a boy even if he gave you the free will to plus he gets jealous easily. prof. ran doesn't think anyone would have as good a chemistry as you do with him so why should he bother setting you up with someone else?

a common warning for the boys who get too close to you is when he smacks the meter stick up against the board or onto their table, a bored expression plastered onto his face as he stares them down until they've stopped talking to you before resuming the lecture. if you've ever been out of line, best believe you're meeting that meter stick later after class yourself and leaving with a burning sensation in your behind.

prof. ran would tell you how you're too good for everyone else, all while you're sat atop his lap, cockwarming him in the empty classroom just minutes after the previous lecture ended. lowly whispering how you're for him and only him. how he so badly wanted to thrust his hips up into you but he's afraid if he did he'd never want to stop, the next class about to walk in in just a few minutes. he didn't care if he had a boner on the whole lecture, he wanted to save all of it for you to enjoy later.

"Don't move like that, princess. I missed this cunt around me but if I cum right now, it'll be hard to clean up." Ran says, hands lifting up your shirt to see more of your pretty cunt, his eyes getting off at the sight of you swallowing him whole. You could feel every pulsing inch of him, the tip resting nicely on your g-spot.

The corners of his mouth tug into a smirk at an idea while watching your flushed expressions, in no time his hand rubs slow circles on your cunt, your walls clenching around him from the feeling. "Mmm, fuck yes. You get so tight even when I'm not moving, huh?" He says, placing gentle kisses along your neck.

speaking of later, its frequent that he takes you in the comfort of his own apartment that wasn't too far off campus. he'd take you out during lunch break or a vacant period and have his way with you there. in prof. ran's apartment he wasn't your professor anymore, he was just your lover that wanted nothing more than to rise and fall from his high even if it was just half a day of work.

his appetite for you was insatiable, he loved a good and hardworking student such as yourself. you weren't the best in his class but you were definitely his favorite, you had what his best student didn't and that was charm and a tight, wet cunt.

— TAKEOMI AKASHI

YOUR POLITICAL SCIENCE PROFESSOR.

whenever you walk past him, prof. akashi always smelled like smoke and cologne. you can always see him with a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other smoking just outside the building, bulky figure with his weight shifted onto one leg as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

he was the type to not take shit from anyone, wouldn't even accept work late unless you had a reason but would let you turn in your work a whole week past the deadline. he's intimidating and hard to warm up to but he takes a liking to you, he doesn't know why, he just does. something about you is warm and comforting and he can't help but want to be close to that.

just like how he smelled, prof. akashi tasted like cigarettes. the taste was fresh and you took it in as he kissed you hungrily in the campus parking lot where you knew you'd find him, smoking a cig and leaning on the side of his car. you were trying to catch a breath as you straddled his lap atop the leather car seat, drowning in the scent of tobacco. his clothed boner in between your legs, pressing up against your heat. it sent a shiver down your spine, making you let out a sighed moan.

"Shh," he soothes, his hand coming up in between your thighs to tease the developing wet spot. Thank god you wore a skirt today. "Don't wanna get caught with your teacher out here now do you, pretty girl? Y'better not make a mess on me, I've got a class after this."

He holds your waist with a firm grip, guiding your hips. You could feel your clit graze the slider of the zipper just a bit but after a few adjustments you were able to dry hump him properly. "Fuck," he groans. He hated to admit it, but dry humping was a guilty pleasure.

he's never fucked you on campus, that's the rule of your relationship, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get you off. prof. akashi loves it when you ride his fingers, your warm slick around his dry and callused hands, the way they're just long enough to reach the spot that makes you cream.

as much as he would lecture his students about being and submitting on time, here he was in his cramped little office with his boner raging at the sounds you and your pussy made but he had a class in five minutes and he needed to hurry up.

it was weird to you how your professor would prefer to pleasure you rather than himself. the thought of him finally letting you take him on all fours crowded your mind everyday until it eventually came and it was even better than you imagined.

all that frustration, all that tension finally released as he pounded into you at a rough pace. you took his cock all the way to the hilt, the girth stretching you to your limit but stuffing you full. you could feel it pulse and throb in you, takeomi nearly drunk on lust trying to keep a steady pace but he couldn't help it. you were so tight, so wet, and he's waited so long to finally fuck you properly and pump you full of the cum he's been saving all week.

— KISAKI TETTA

YOUR BUSINESS MANAGEMENT PROFESSOR.

out of all your professors, prof. kisaki had the worst resting bitch face. your old, past-expiration date teachers were nothing compared to him. the way the arch of his eyebrow would raise whenever someone would ask a question or if what they said was a little questionable, it made your heart race in a bad way.

but when he's finally done with the lecture, he'd catch you just before you left and flash you a smile while telling you how much he liked the assignment you turned in. his smile was like an arrow straight to the heart, the way that even his canines showed and how his eyes almost disappeared when he did it caught you off guard. he was cute, you thought.

you've run into prof. kisaki at the campus café a lot of times for morning coffee. he was less intimidating out of class, sometimes striking up a conversation and entertaining you with topics that piqued your interest. every now and then he would even give you a heads up on the term project he has planned, even buying you a cup of coffee before you both walked into the lecture hall together.

you both looked so innocent, like prof. kisaki wasn't responsible for the dark love bites hidden under your turtleneck or the bite marks on your inner thighs that your stockings were opaque enough to conceal.

it was always a treat to see what dark corner he'd pull you into next, which secluded part of campus would he have you spread your legs open in? how many times were you going to cum for him today? you never knew and you loved that thrill of whatever came next after he said "see me after class."

a common thing for you if you were feeling needy was to just sit on his lap and plead for fun, he liked it when you did so with your puppy eyes and pouty lips you begged while he flipped through his student's work. to satisfy you more he'd read through yours, complimenting you on whatever you had turned in and god did you love it when he worshipped your work.

"I just graded your assignment." He says, your face lifting up from the crook of his neck. You didn't even know he was grading papers while you were spaced out. "You did a lot better this time," he plants a kiss on your cheek, gradually trailing them down your neck, "took my advice and everything, good girl. I'm impressed, love."

Your heart jumps at the compliment, unable to resist smiling to yourself. His hand began to trail up your leg, lifting it and letting in rest between his thighs so you sat flat on the right one. "I only expected the best from my favorite girl after all. She's so smart, better than anyone else in class, right?" He lifts his leg up just a bit, his thigh pressing up against your clit. That combined with his praises made you move your hips to a grind, the corners of his mouth curling into his signature grin when you do. "And so fucking good to me. Good girls deserve rewards, right?" You nod. "Then go ahead and make a mess on my thigh, you deserve it."

if prof. kisaki was the needy one you'd have your legs propped up on the arms of his chair, pussy on full display as he set his glasses down on his desk. he had his own little office, the walls were thin though so he'd have to stuff his neck tie into your mouth as a gag. he'd lap and suck at your cunt while his fingers fucked your hole mercilessly, ripping an orgasm out of you. but you'd have to prepare for another one, the sight of his dick imprinting on the front of his slacks being an obvious clue.

just as nice as he was to you, you were sweet to him, taking the spare tie from his drawer and tying it for him while you took the saliva absorbed one home to wash and give him the next day along with your assignment.